i spent the summer in gotham

693.

We found our own news on the Internet the next day.

Not big news, just a small section of a news network.

The headline of the news was "DC Comics Lovers Bravely Save Citizens".

This report was discovered by my father, and now he is calling us "weotalk" to stop us who are doing nothing on the sofa.

Sitting on a chair and stool by the dining table, my father in a blue work uniform propped one hand on his knee and held the phone in the other. Bing', a suspected DC fanatic."

And me?Am I unworthy of a name?

Don't you even deserve an Anonymous name?

My father looked at us disapprovingly, "And you only shot with masks on. Although Tim went to the convenience store to buy a mask to avoid the camera, you didn't delete the surveillance afterwards."

We stood in front of Dad and were scolded, and Damian tried to defend himself, but my dad gave him a stare back.

I suddenly felt that it was a good thing that my name was not included in the report.

"And you, Cizhang." My father turned his eyes to me, "Although you didn't directly appear in the report, you smashed the weapon of the Kirita star with your bare hands. You should be grateful that the people you saved didn't treat you as a Mutants speak up."

I bowed my head to be reprimanded, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Dick sniggering on the couch as he saved himself.Jason secretly glared at him.

Soon the smile on Dick's face froze, because the poor pig daddy would not pass up any chance to educate us.

"You, Dick." Dad knocked on the table, "You came back with them, and you knew they did this on the way there, and you didn't even think about deleting the monitoring."

Dick laughed, "We don't have an official identity in this world, so the secrecy measures don't have to be so strict."

While Dick and my dad were arguing over the issue of "should DC undercover agents lurking in the Marvel world keep their identities secret", Jason waved at me.

Tim took a few steps back quietly, and exited the punishment range without anyone noticing.

Damian... Where's Damian's people?

Jason lip-synced to me, "Go to the kitchen."

The only place in the whole family that my father can't set foot in is the kitchen with oven, microwave and pot.

I gave Jason the thumbs up and ghosted out of it at a critical point in the debate between Dick and Dad.

We stood by the kitchen door and looked back at Dick, who was alone.

Good brother, we will remember your contribution.

694.

We didn't expect that, even with the sacrifice of Dick, there would be a follow-up to the bank robbery.

After my father saw the battle scene of the few of us on the surveillance camera, he asked Jason to take away his beloved potato chip tongs.

The reason why the ordinary potato chip tongs with bird stickers on it by Jason can heroically stop the alien weapons of the Kiritas has been cracked.

That chip tongs are made of Vibranium.

Vibrant gold! ! !

We preliminarily speculate that the buddy who smuggled the vibrating gold chose to make the vibrating gold into french fry tongs and take it away in order not to be exposed.After all, no one would think that a potato tongs that go up and down in the oil pan every day is one of the hardest materials in the universe.

This magic chip tongs was probably confused by smugglers and real chip tongs, and it was found in the market, bought by the owner of the hot dog stand, and given to Jason because he found it very pleasing to the eye. Mori.

...Although it is reasonable, it is extremely nonsense!

Damn it, Jason is the chosen son who will meet his grandpa whenever he falls off a cliff!

Zhenjin's French fries tongs are also made by Zhenjin!

After Jason took back the French fries tongs, he carefully oiled the vibranium tongs, pasted a new bird sticker on them, and took them to work to fry French fries the next day.

"Can't you?" He frowned in the face of our doubts, "Even if Zhenjin did it, it can't forget its job."

Is Zhenjin's job for French fries? ?

695.

Damian Maomao is now an excellent employee of Maoca.

Relying on the courage of "Ao Guの帝王", he led the golden and silver gradient puppet blue cats in the cat cafe. Every time we sent him to work, we could see the cats in the cat cafe in the emperor. When it arrives, it meows respectfully.

Damian's cat is becoming more and more smooth as a cat.

So this time he picked up a little orange cat, and none of us spoke.

Of course, the main reason is that the kitten is good and coquettish, rubbing against your legs in a soft ball, and meowing with you.

Who can't be tempted by this?

Damian lost his mobility as soon as the little orange cat came to rub his ankle.

Dick was still hesitating at first, but the little orange cat squatted in front of him and tilted its head, looking at him innocently with its big green cat eyes.

Heart attack!

At that moment, I seemed to see countless love arrows piercing Dick's fragile heart. He covered his heart and sighed tearfully, "It's so cute."

Jason squatted down and got started quickly, touching the kitten from the head to the tip of the tail. The little orange cat didn't dodge or dodge, squinting and purring.

Tim was the only one of us barely conscious, "Who are we going to talk to Bruce and Alfred?"

I lifted the little orange cat and hugged it in front of him, "Isn't there someone who can help you with this?"

The little orange cat's meat pad lightly patted the tip of Tim's nose, and Tim's expression became serious as if he had been hit hard, "It seems like this," he scratched the little orange cat's chin, "I'm afraid Bruce won't last a minute." .”

Tim was right, because he was the second best detective in the world, and the second best detective never said anything he wasn't sure about.

686.

My dad looked at the little orange cat that was only the size of his palm.

The little orange cat squatted on my father's lap and shook its ears innocently.

My dad tried to tear the cat off the honorable lap of former Gotham's richest man and now Marvel's brick mover.

He held Mao Mao's armpit and pulled it.

The little orange cat stretched its body, and its two feet still stepped on my father's thigh.

Mao Mao said softly and weakly, "Meow."

My dad tried to hold his face, "You are Marvel's cat, you can't go back to DC with us."

Jason interjected, "Why is it Marvel's cat? When you enter Wayne's house, it's Wayne's cat. What's wrong with DC's father, Batman, wanting to have a cat?"

My dad glared at Jason and tried to preach to Maomao, "If we can't bring you back, you will become a stray cat."

Tim flashed the message on his phone, "I have already made an appointment with my colleague, assuming we can't take it away, my colleague will take over and adopt it."

My dad gave Tim a cool look, dying, "Alfred will not agree, we already have Alfred cat and Damian cat."

"Alf is in the kitchen cooking cat food for Warren," Damian said. "His name is Warren, please call him Warren."

Warren poked his furry head over and licked my dad's wrist. "Meow."

My dad: "..."

My dad: "Okay, Warren, you sleep in Damian's room tonight."

687.

Warren got on really well with us.

He is a weak and helpless kitten, who has just been weaned by visual inspection.

poor child.

This impression lasted until one day Damian took Warren to pick Dick up from get off work.

It's been pretty rough around the casino in the evening, but it's been a lot better since Dick has been the security guard here.Nightwing Marvel was re-employed, and suppressing these gangsters was just a matter of punching.

Some hoodlums got hold of guns and hid in the back door trying to sneak a lesson to Dick.

They were hit head-on by Damian, who was going to meet someone at the back door.

The good news is that Robin Marvel will be employed again, and it will be a matter of two feet to clean up these little bastards.

The bad news is that Damian took Warren, who was just a helpless kitten.

Just as Damian was thinking about countermeasures and the gangsters were arrogantly preparing to shoot and finish them off, Warren shot.

The kitten opened its mouth, and countless ferocious tentacles protruded from it, rolling over like dark clouds. The sticky tentacles wrapped around the hands and feet of the little gangster, dragging them into the small mouth that could only eat a few cat food at a time inside.

Warren swallowed four punks who weighed five or six hundred pounds, blinked and hiccupped.He happily rubbed against Damian, meowing a few times as if asking for a reward.

Damian pupil earthquake.

Damian picked up the kitten, "Spit it out, silly cat, you will have diarrhea if you eat too much of this strange thing!!"

688.

Dick didn't know what was going on, all he knew was that Warren ate something weird in the back alley of the casino.

We're all worried about Warren's health.

Damian was determined to find a way to get Warren to spit out the weird stuff. "Eating it will cause too much damage to the body." The little boy said seriously.

But the cat is still so young, it can't be hit, and I don't know if the medicine for vomiting hairballs and cat grass will work.

We sat there discussing for a long time, and no one noticed that Warren sneaked up to the table, where there was a plate of Waffle Experiment 3.0, which Alfred made.

Damian Maomao looked at the kitten squatting in front of the plate with cold eyes, sniffing curiously. On Maomao's face was a shocked expression of "how could there be something so bad in the world".

He closed his eyes reassuringly.

As it turned out, he reassured too soon.

689.

We talked nonsense for a long time, and we turned our heads to see Warren retching on the dining table.

On the plate next to the kitten, a small half of Ah Fu's Waffle 3.0 experiment was eaten.

Maomao is really a warrior. It actually managed to eat half of the waffles even though it was known to be unpalatable!

He retched a few times, and a lump of black stuff came out of his mouth, which seemed to be human hair.

……hair?

The little orange cat trembled all over, and the kitten's mouth seemed to be the entrance to a different dimension. Four big living people fell down and piled up under the table.

us:! ! !

Jason first confirmed that Alfred and Bruce were not here, and Red Hood picked up the broom behind the door, "Clean up the scene quickly, I know there is a small forest in the park, which is quite suitable for burying corpses at night!"

Damian picked up a little gangster and walked out the door, "Before father and Pennyworth come back, hurry up."

Dick: "They're not dead yet, what are you doing!!!"

690.

Warren meowed listlessly, probably due to retching and nausea, which caused a poor connection between his mouth and brain, and overwhelming tentacles gushed out of his mouth and came towards us.

us:! ! ! !

Down and out father, help! ! !