i spent the summer in gotham

45.

"Little Dick should have been kidnapped just now." I was heartbroken.

"Should have brought Dick with me when I was a kid." Tim regretted it.

"Don't force me to change hands and send you to GCPD to receive ideological education!" Jason put both hands on the shoulders of both of us, gritted his teeth, "Restrain me a little!"

Dick was full of kindness, clutching his heart and sighing, "He's like a little stray cat."

Damian commented, "It's so thin that it doesn't look like the two hundred pounds next to me."

"Shh, shh." I pressed Jason, who was about to throw Damian out violently, "He's going to notice us."

To introduce the current situation, where we are now is decades ago on Gotham Park Street, which is Crime Alley.

The moonlight was dim, shining on the dark floor tiles.The steel behemoth parked in Crime Alley was quiet and majestic, and one could feel the silent oppressive force just by standing there.

And under the shadow of the Batmobile, a little radish head in a red sweater was holding a crowbar, grunting and working hard.

What is he doing?

He is prying tires.

"Courage is commendable." While Tim praised, the video mode of the phone did not stop.

Dick was almost pierced through the heart by the crowbar in Little Carrot Head's hand, "He's so cute, the kitten rolls a ball of yarn!"

"Are you finished?" The little Maotou deity who pried off the tires of the Batmobile was on the verge of collapse, "We are here to do business!"

"You're right." I thought for a long time, staring at the little boy who was smiling happily because he successfully unloaded the tire, "Jason, what color sacks did you like, oh no, what color sacks did you like when you were young?" ?”

46.

Little Jason was a precocious kid.At a young age, earn money to support the family.

He learned the skill of prying tires from the old homeless man on the east side of Park Street. He started out in a week, and his skills are comparable to those of a ten-year-old man in an auto repair shop.

To this day, Tire Killer Jason Jr. has encountered the first challenge in his career - Batmobile tires.

We all know that the car parked in Crime Alley is everyone's car, and even Batman obeys this rule.

Look, that thick tire bottom!

Look, that delicate tire rim!

What you get is what you earn.One is equal to half a month's living expenses of little Jason, two are not bad, three are rich, and four can only be said to be "perfect"!

Little Jason, who had been passing by calmly, stopped. He took out his good brother crowbar from the hood of his sweater, and bravely stepped forward to meet this challenge.

He pried off the first tire in just three and a half minutes.Hehe, what kind of Batmobile is not worth mentioning under the superb skills of Little Jason!

The child happily stretched out his claws on the second Batmobile tire, but he didn't notice three tall, one slender and one short figures quietly surrounding him.

47.

Except for Jason, we looked at little Jason with loving eyes and took out a crowbar from his magical sweater hood. Because the crowbar was a bit long, he even jumped up and pulled it.

Ah, I'm tired of saying the word cute.

We were fortunate to witness how my father's security measures for the Batmobile were stretched in the early years. It took little Jason to pry a tire in less than 4 minutes.

He pushed away the purring Batmobile tires like a kitten rolling balls of yarn, carefully hiding the loot under the tarp at the edge of the dump.By the time he was ready to go back and pry the second tire, we had finished surrounding him.

Jason rolled his super big eyes, "Put away the strange expressions on your faces, it's scaring the kids!"

48.

Little Jason was startled, he picked up the crowbar vigilantly, "Who are you?"

The reason he asked this was because we all had face masks kindly provided by Tim on our faces, so that if we were unfortunately witnessed by my dad in this world, we would not be made watches by my dad in the future.

So what appeared in front of little Jason were three masked men, a masked girl and a masked dwarf.No wonder he was wary.

I coughed lightly and restrained the expression on my face, "Since you asked the question sincerely."

Tim picks up quickly, "We'll tell you mercifully."

I'm enthusiastic, "For justice in Gotham."

Tim remained calm, "To protect the peace of DC."

"Practice the secrecy principle of love and damnation!"

"Lovely and charming secondary character."

I stroked my hair, "Li Zang!"

Tim flicks his center-parted bangs, "Tejiro."

"We are the Pao Wang team that shuttles through various timelines!"

"Coming out, changing race, a messy future is waiting for us."

"Stop embarrassing yourself!" Damian kicked, "TT!"

Little Jason: "..."

The kind little boy put away the crowbar and pointed us in a direction, "Dr. Leslie's clinic is over there, although I don't know if she accepts mental patients."

49.

"Wait a minute," Dick held up his hand, "you are Musashi, Kojiro, and Meow," he pointed at himself and Jason, "then what are we?"

"What are you talking about, Abo monster?" I wondered, "Isn't it normal that our Guoruoweng is a mutant with a red head?"

Jason was furious, "Sure enough, what kind of strange thing is Weng?"

"You're wrong," Tim said seriously. "You should have said, 'Sodasne~'"

It took me a lot to save Tim's life from Jason and Damian.

50.

Jason pushed us aside, urgently restoring our weird image in front of little Jason.

He knelt down to look at himself as a child, touched the tires of the Batmobile, "Don't sell it to the one on the east side, sell it to Old Tom on the west side for a few more money."

Little Jason didn't let his guard down, he looked at Jason suspiciously, "How do you know?"

"Because I'm his regular customer," Jason said carelessly, "Don't go to the one on the east side who lied to children."

"What on earth do you want to do?" Little Jason grabbed the crowbar tightly, "Don't try to arrest me to sell my organs, have you seen the Batmobile, Batman is not far from here!"

Unexpectedly, little Jason could bring out Batman to pretend to be a tiger, Jason smiled lightly, he stood up, raised his eyebrows, "No, I have nothing else to ask, just want to say... are you hungry? "

51.

Jason, who copied my dad's lines to attack children, is crumbs.

Jason who ordered us to earn living expenses for little Jason is crumbs.

We crossed suddenly, all of them were poor, and Tim's bank card could not advance the money he earned more than ten years later.

The richest Dick, who had a huge sum of twenty dollars for a taxi, was taken away by Jason and asked little Jason to eat a hamburger.

We can only earn living expenses for Little Jason on the spot.

Where does the money come from?

The money comes from the Batmobile tires.

It's really hard to pry, little Jason is really talented.

Damian, who gave us a break, jumped down from the eaves, "He's almost here, and he's expected to arrive within a minute."

Dick and Tim, who were carrying the tires, and I looked at each other solemnly.

Sorry, Dad, sorry to need you to walk home.

Little Jason will remember your efforts.

You fuel the road* (run)!

52.

A black shadow fluttered down like a fallen leaf on Crime Alley.

He stopped in front of the giant steel beast that surrendered to him, a wall with pointed ears.

His old buddy waited majestically at the same place as always, and every boy couldn't put it down because of his high-tech and powerful appearance.

...except it has no tires.

not a single one.

Blue question marks popped from the top of the pointed-eared wall.

Where are his tires?

53.

"It's a full set of four Batmobile tires, the ones you just took off the Batmobile."

I tried to bargain with old Tom, showing my hand, "I want this amount."

"Batman's things are too risky. If he gets them back, I will lose all my money." Old Tom snapped off a finger, "This amount."

Tim called me outside, "There are still people in the east, let's sell it in the east."

"We are not afraid, what are you afraid of?" I made a gesture and walked out, "At worst, you can ask Batman for money and ask him to pay you back. I won't tell you anymore, I'll go east and sell it."

"Come back." Old Tom stuffed a wad of banknotes into my hand with pain, "I'm used to putting on a show, and a group of people came to bully me, an old man."

I counted the banknotes and smiled happily, "Harmony makes money."

I got the money and I walked out of the black shop where Tim was listening to Dick on his bluetooth headset.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"It's a no-brainer," Tim said. "Dick is doing rooftop parkour with Bat, and Jason is having dinner with Little Jason, where are you going?"

"Let's go to dinner, let's go, Dick already has Damian to help."

Explain, it's a given that we pry off the Batmobile tires and my dad finds out.

So we decided to launch a hapless guy to draw my dad's firepower.

Brother, it's time for you to sacrifice for your brothers and sisters!

Good brother, donate money and effort, we will always remember you.

Dick's panting sound never stopped in the Bluetooth headset, "Did you throw it away?"

Damian calmly said, "No, be careful on the left side!"

"#%$＋%!" A string of unintelligible gibberish, Dick was still running on the roof of Gotham.

Come on, brother!

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54.

When we arrived, Jason and Little Jason were sitting on the roof, shaking their legs and eating burgers, admiring Dick and my dad chasing and dodging on the roof.

He took the money from me and counted it, and stuffed it all into little Jason's hands.

Jason warned carefully, "Go to Leslie when you are sick, and go to the relief station if you have nothing to eat or drink to see if you can spare a little time. Don't go to the gangsters, don't believe in weird sects, and run as soon as you meet a clown far away."

He hesitated again and again, "If a woman named Heywood comes to you... Forget it, you can figure it out, the most important thing is to protect your own safety."

"You can spend this winter with this money." He patted little Jason on the head, and the child avoided him awkwardly.

"Are you an old lady?" Little Jason hid aside, protecting his head vigilantly.

Jason let go of his hands regretfully, "Don't pry the tires of the Batmobile from now on, next time there will be no stupid Grayson coming to help you walk the bat."

"I'm sad, really," Dick said over the bluetooth headset, "I heard my brother call me stupid."

Jason snorted, "Slightly slightly."