i spent the summer in gotham

714.

How do we go back to the original world? This problem will be solved by the almighty magic tool man Stephen Strange.

People who learn magic work really hard, with a wide range of businesses and long hours of work, usually without wages.If you want to make money, you have to develop your own sideline business.

Thinking about Zhao Quide's wicked deeds in this way, it's not incomprehensible - it's incomprehensible to sell a substitute puppet who knows that he will be seized by the peak master to his fellow disciples!

Our undercover career at Marvel is finally drawing to a close, and we have important things to do before we leave.

It was a seemingly ordinary night. My dad was in the Avengers Building. We didn't know what his plan was. Maybe he was playing mahjong with Iron Man, Captain America, and Hulk.

Damian and Warren, the phagocytoid cub, have gone to bed with a healthy routine.Dick goes to the casino to resign and say goodbye to his bunny friends.

On the roof of the rented house, Jason, Tim and I were all dressed in black with the bat logo printed on the chest.

Jason was carrying a big bag, and said deeply, "Are you all ready?"

Tim rolled up his sleeves, revealing the gear straps tied around his wrists, "Get ready."

I showed a part of Du'er's sword, "No problem at all."

Jason is delivering a battle speech, "This is a serious and sacred action." He frowned, and his determined eyes swept over Tim and me, "This will determine our future, we are fighting back against fate, and it is bound to Take your own life into our hands."

"You're talking too much nonsense," Tim said. "Bruce won't be back in half an hour. We need to get going."

Tim was right, this was a stealthy and dangerous operation, and no one was our ally.We can only rely on ourselves to make our way in this dark world.

Tonight is our day to act.

We have endured for a long time, and tonight we will regain our right to speak.

In the deep night, three people wearing bat T-shirts crossed the city with flying swords.

The destination has appeared before our eyes.

Here we come, DC editorial department!

715.

Our original plan is very different from today.

We are about to leave Marvel, and it was Tim who originally proposed the plan. He planned to use his name as a Wall Street bird and the money he earned during this time to buy the DC editorial department.

It's a pity that his time in Marvel is still too short, and a few million is not enough.

"At least I can get a plan for an independent publication." Tim clenched his fists and drank the coffee in his cup in one breath, using the coffee to relieve his worries.

"Give it up, Tibbo." Jason slumped on the sofa, "A few million dollars is not a deal at all, at most it will allow you to play a scene in a Batman-related movie, maybe you can even appear in real life, your role yourself."

"How about this," Jason sat up from the sofa, "we sneaked into the editor's house in the middle of the night, who was the character who set me up as a drug addict in the third season of Titans?" He sneered, "I'll send him to play on the street lamp tonight wind."

I sat between Jason (blackened) and Tim (blackened) expressionlessly, "Can you guys be a little more self-conscious, are you planning to go to Heimen to find a bed after today?"

Although my father's usual methods of threatening ordinary people are not very gentle, but there is a difference, there is still a big difference!

"Or like this," Jason put forward a new idea, "we will conduct a telephone vote, and if we choose A, we will add loquat extract to the coffee in their office, and if we choose B, we will add Banlangen to the coffee."

"Can you point out the thoughts that carbon-based creatures would have?" I looked at this crazy man in amazement. It seemed that he had complained about me before. It doesn't matter. I will repay him twice today. Maybe replace the coffee with bitter gourd juice."

“In that case, double the hot sauce on all the pizza sandwiches and hamburger toasts they have in the office fridge,” Tim said. “No, triple.”

"How could you do this!" I widened my eyes, "American hot sauce has a spicy taste, at least give me hot pot sauce!"

"Okay, then the hot pot base." Tim said, "Double, triple, five times, ten times!"

Now, we have safely landed on the rooftop of the DC editorial office. Each of us is wearing a black mask, and the bat logo on our chest is a testament to our determination.

Come on, writers, take our furious vengeance!

Carrying big bags and small bags, we flexibly flipped into the DC editorial department.

Write capital letters on the gate with black spray paint.

"BATFAMILYISWATGYOU!"

716.

We overlooked one thing.

At this point in time, there may not be any migrant workers who are still working overtime here to work overtime.

Jason was throwing a batardang and nailing it to the spray-painted door of the editorial office when the three of us were caught.

The three batmen and the dog stood in front of the gate of the DC editorial department, scribbling with spray paint, and nailed the bat darts around the door.

We looked at each other with the two elder brothers at the other end of the corridor, and the corridor was filled with a death-like silence for a while.

...This action is a bit out of style, but there is no way, after all, we can't really catch the screenwriter and hang the street lamp.

But we can treat them to food.

Ah, you said that one of them, the elder brother who drew the bat and cat escaped marriage, was a former American CIA agent?

It doesn't matter, we are pacifists and we will not have any conflicts with them.

"Eat! My love! Keep it up for me!"

"Keep your voice down, Red."

Um?Did you hear anything just now?

You didn't hear anything.

We just came here to give the scriptwriter a special love spicy hot dog for fans, a limited edition of Sichuan hot pot base, a new product that has not been released, and others can't eat it if they want to eat it.

717.

Before leaving, Jason pointed at his eyes with two fingers, and said in a nasty voice, "Redhoodiswatchgyou."

Tim has learned and behaved, "Redrobiswatchgyou."

When it was our turn, I walked up to the puzzled screenwriter holding half a hot dog, and got stuck a little.

What can I say?

After thinking about it, I threatened with my pheasant English, "Nobodyiswatchgyou."

Ex-CIA Agent: ? ?

Former CIA agent: "Whatdoyouan?"

……

The whole paragraph fell apart.

718.

The three Batmen were about to leave quietly.

The third overtime brother appeared, he probably came to review the manuscript.

The old man was stunned the first moment he saw us.

To be exact, he was stunned the first time he saw Jason.

"Red Hood?"

Of course we recognize this old man, the widely loved Huangdou brother, the masterpiece is almost bound to Jason, the artist draws his own son, it is really impossible to draw handsome.

Ah, is this my dear father?Is this my father's love?

Even if you are in another dimension, you can recognize your beloved cub at the first time.

Jason was very touched.

My brother looked at us, then at the other two brothers who were holding fast food boxes in their hands, "Ah, are you fans here to deliver food?"

He oddly ignored the spray paint on the door, as if those big bold capital letters weren't good enough for his retinas.

He took a step forward and hooked up with Jason familiarly.

Jason readily accepted, "Okay, do you know of any good burgers around here?"

Daddy and his beloved cub walked away talking and laughing, forgetting about the other two elder brothers and the other two batmen.

Tim: ...

I:……

It's amazing to have a father.

719.

We shared a nice junk food meal with Brother Soybean.

Before leaving, Jason gave Brother Soybean a coupon for a free trial of the hot dog stand. Within a month, he could eat there for free, and Jason paid the bill.

They took no less than a dozen group photos, and Tim and I were just two emotionless camera stands.

Brother Huang Dou patted Jason on the shoulder, "I think you are very similar to my favorite comic character," he said with emotion, "Seeing you, I thought he came out of the comic."

"It's an honor." Jason grinned, "I hope you can draw him more handsome next time."

Bah, it's amazing to have a real father.

720.

We returned to the rented house in the night, and entered the dream contentedly.

We're not prepared to let things simmer, but things don't always go our way.

The consequence of working in the middle of the night was that none of us got up in the morning.

Dick didn't see us when he got up early, and Damian went out for morning exercises as usual.Both Alfred and Bruce were absent, and Dick was relaxing on the sofa, happily scrolling through Twitter on his phone.

He often lurks in his fan group, secretly peeping at the screen, and sometimes he is quite shy when seeing fans keep praising him.

This morning, he went to check the news about DC as usual, and saw a weird piece of news.

"Weird trio of fans threaten DC editors and force them to eat junk food".

The accompanying picture is the black spray paint on the door of the DC editorial office.

Dick:? ? ?

He then swiped down.

Artist Dexter tweeted, "Meet a fan who looks like Red Hood, we ate a great burger and took a photo together."

The accompanying picture is a group photo of the artist himself and Jason.

Dick:? ? ? ?

721.

Dick scooped us out of bed half asleep.

The eldest brother's tone was full of betrayed anger, "Why did you do such a thing!"

He complained tearfully, "Why don't you bring me, I also want to take a photo with my artist!"

...Please, the only person in this family who can abide by the vigilante principle, besides my father, is Damian?

Damian, the best Robin, the last hope for the Bat-family not to be TTGed.

In order to keep this family a little bit of decency, come on, Damian!

No matter how badly you get beaten on Lazarus Island, no matter how bad the plot is, no matter how horribly the Transcendence Twins are torn apart, you still have to hold back in the middle of the night and don't go to the screenwriter's house!