i spent the summer in gotham

64.

The League of Assassins, a dangerous, mysterious, villain organization that does not know whether it is in the Middle East or on the border of China.

This place is full of dangers, hidden dragons and crouching tigers. A random passerby passing by you may be an assassin of the alliance, a vigilante who travels across the timeline, or even a Chinese cultivator hidden in the crowd.

We followed Damian, followed his command to hide in the street, and accurately avoided every patrolling assassin.

Damian gave the order decisively and quickly, although there was a lot of unnecessary sarcasm and harsh words mixed in.

"Thank you, brothers, we worked great together, we sneaked into the League of Assassins perfectly!" Dick squeezed his throat to imitate Damian's voice.

Ignoring Jason's eyes on the mentally retarded child, he resumed his original voice and asked himself, "Oh, you're welcome, Robin. We are a family, and tacit cooperation is the basic skill."

Q: Where did Dick's 800 meter filter come from?

The answer is: a dialogue that does not exist in my fantasy.

Damian showed a disgusted expression, "Unless I die, even if I die, these words will not come out of my mouth."

Jason gave Tim Bibi an upside-down thumb, "The devil kid means he can't spit ivory out of his dog's mouth."

He gets a loving kick from Damian.

I straighten the folds of my assassin's robe. Today is also a day of peace and friendship.

Hope Jason's jaw and front teeth are okay.

65.

According to the order, we should pick up Stephanie first.

The good news is that without Jason, Tim and Jason have a good relationship, and there is no conflict with my dad.Stephanie was not used as a Robin stand-in by the dizzy scumbag father.

The bad news is that Stephanie became Batgirl directly this time, and she was picked up by Barbara.

Alas, Batgirl is Batgirl, it's not Robin anyway.

So we came directly to the League of Assassins, led by Damian, to find Damian Jr.

It's kind of hard, because Damian is my dad's own son, and it's really hard for us to have him not be Robin.

"Let's assassinate Damian," Jason gestured with a throat-slitting gesture, "it will be safe."

Do you remember that we are a formal group?

While the Joker is already on an interstellar voyage in Warren's stomach, you don't have to fill his place.

Damian glanced at Jason coolly, "If that's your plan, you're probably going to find a way to blow up mother's laboratory."

"There are many human bodies that inherit the blood of my father and mother." He said, "I am the best, so I survived."

The scene fell silent for a while, and all we can do in a situation involving trauma and pain is silence.

Speechless, Jason suddenly said, "Fortunately, there are so many and only one is released."

His expression showed a hint of disbelief because of the result of thinking, "Release them all, wouldn't it be the same as a big cockroach nest?"

I subconsciously had a picture in my head, a bunch of Damiens hanging from the ceiling, with a furry head protruding from the corner...

Hold your head, hold your head fast, my trypophobia is about to attack!

The ceiling of Wayne Manor couldn't fit, and there was one Damian hidden in one brick. This big house can never accommodate all of them!

I shuddered at Damian's cold face.

This illusion is too scary, how can it be enough to get the name of Damian who is full of ceilings.

Could it be like Misaka sister, calling over one, two, and three?

"Damian number 000001, Damian reported his name as such."

Then these two thousand and two Damians will finally build a "Damian Network" through the same brain waves, and 31 of them will be assassinated by Jiefang Accelerator.

And Jiefang Accelerator, who is hopeless in junk food aesthetics, will be sanctioned by Kamijou Dick's friendship-breaking fist and become one of Damian's male mothers.

Ah, this damn familiar plot.

66.

I was wrong, I shouldn't have said Jason was going to be a boy mom.

It was my mistake to say nothing.

Otherwise we would not have encountered the following scenario.

Maybe it's because the images I've imagined are so horrific that even Alliance assassins are aware of this dire future.

The place where we hide is adjusted by Damian. According to his memory, no one will come to this place for the time being.Therefore, when the news of the alliance assassins suddenly reached our ears, we were shocked and began to find a place to hide and seek.

Damian decisively hid in the shadows under the roof, using qualified ninja skills to lurk while holding his breath.He quickly merged with the darkness, and his harsh style of not caring about our life and death was quite like his own father.

Dick had spotted the shadow, so Damian kicked, and could only turn around and dodge to hide in the corner behind the wall.He even broke off two twigs and held them above his head, disguising himself as a harmless shrub.Wow, Dick, Pleasant Goats don't use this kind of camouflage anymore.

Jason and Tim fell in love with the same big bucket, which should be used by assassins to transport fruits and vegetables, and there was a small straw cover on the woven basket.These two people, you tripped me, and I pulled your trousers, dragging each other down.Tim shot fiercely, grabbed Jason's hood and buckled it on his head, and slipped in while Jason's feet were tilted.

When Jason regained his balance, he was left alone in this small corner.

Where are you asking me?

The front row reminded that those who passed the fourth flying sword driver's license test will pinch the concealment talisman.

The figure of the assassin appeared around the corner, looking at Jason who was trying to hide himself behind Lei Xiao's sculpture.

Jason swallowed.

67.

Just when all of us thought that this unlucky little Jason was going to be pushed out to the top bag, it was beyond all of our expectations.The assassin bowed his head respectfully to Jason, "It's time, we are looking for you everywhere."

The blank look on Jason's face flashed across, and he quickly concealed his bewilderment, coughed twice, "Let's go."

Thanks to Damian for his guidance, in order not to make our painting style look out of place with this place, we all changed into their assassin team.

Jason kept an eye out and walked behind the assassin.It wasn't until he and the assassin disappeared that we emerged from our respective hiding places, staring wide-eyed.

"What happened to him?" Dick asked.

Damian looked at me who only opened half of the talisman, and a head popped out of the air, "Why didn't you share such a good thing earlier?"

"I forgot," I sneered, "ha, ha."

The four of us followed Jason and the assassin silently with the occult talisman on.

My dog ​​furiously pulls out his phone, trying to figure out the status quo with the omnipotent AI invented by Timothy Duck.

Before the little Jason in this world became independent from my father, he was abducted by Damian's mother Thalia for a while, and studied in the League of Assassins and the big caste.

In other words, at this point in time, little Jason, who has grown into a muscular man, is staying in the League of Assassins.Unfortunately, half an hour before the assassin found Jason, he had already slipped away with his little bag on his back.

Jason should have been mistaken for Little Jason by the assassin. I don't know what the blame is for Little Jason who is running away with the bucket.

The unlucky guy was sweating coldly on his forehead, and his heart was shaking.We also followed as if we were facing an enemy, for fear that he would be noticed to be abnormal.

The assassin led Jason to a very remote corner, and we all thought he was planning to find a secluded place to get rid of Jason.

Damian pulled out the batarang he was carrying with a blank expression, Tim pulled out the swing stick, Dick pulled out the kari stick from some magical place, I lowered my hand with a grinning grin, and slipped out a fruit knife from my sleeve.

In the invisible world of assassins, our murderous intentions are gradually rising.

A little boy's voice came from the room, speaking in Arabic.I didn't understand, I just saw the assassin bowed respectfully to Jason and walked away quickly.

Jason obviously understood. He took a deep breath and walked in.

Then there was an exchange that was bible to me, forgive me, I really don't speak Arabic.

The other people could understand, their expressions became more and more weird, and when Damian's face turned red, he glared viciously at Dick and Tim, who had weird smiles on the corners of their mouths, "Don't think about it, I I have never done such a disgusting thing, and I have no alliance to see him!"

I communicate with my good partner Tijiro with eyes.

The strange arc of Tim's mouth refused to let go. He sang an exaggerated tone of aria, "Damian is still a baby, and it's normal for him to need a warm-hearted big brother to read him a bedtime story."

Oh, just bedtime stories.

……bed time story.

Who are you talking about, who is the baby?

Who is the warm hearted brother?

What's the bedtime story, are they discussing a hundred techniques of assassination?

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"After all, how old is this little Damian," Tim pretended. "It can be understood that any creature under the age of five, including Damian, has a period of being cute and clingy."

Dick grabs Damian's shoulders from behind just in time, thanks to his mere 1.3'[-]", which keeps his feet from hitting Tim's duck's head.

Jason in the room paused, and I heard him talking to the little Damian in Arabic.Then there was a long silence, and the low voice of young people reading could be heard in the room.

This scene can only remind people of a few words of time and tranquility.

—until Dick spoke.

"Why is he giving little D a few assassination methods that are least likely to be discovered by others?"

I'm just saying it casually, don't take it seriously, at least don't really read this kind of children's cult to young children! !

68.

Jason sat sideways on the edge of the bed, telling bedtime stories to the bandaged child.

Unlike Jason Jr. in the League of Assassins, he had no idea Talia was hiding a cub of Bruce's.

At little Damian's age, normal kids are still watching cartoons at home and running around on the sofa with bare feet, but he is used to being injured in fighting.

Jason is holding a book of fairy tales and thinking about something messy.Little Damian lay under the quilt with his hands on the quilt, "Your book is upside down."

"Then we won't tell stories today." Jason threw away the fairy tale book, "What do you want to hear?"

The little boy stared at Jason without blinking his green eyes, "I want to know about my father."

Just as Jason was about to speak, he heard him say quickly, "Forget it, you still tell me the few assassination methods you learned last time that are least likely to be discovered by others."

Jason slowly made a question mark.He suddenly wanted to know what kind of education he was giving to little Damian every day in another timeline.

But in order to avoid being exposed as a counterfeit, he still made it up on the spot.

Little Damian's head was gradually filled with question marks, and he finally couldn't help interrupting Jason when Jason was talking about the most elated, "Is it really not easy to be found by sawing off a human head in a public toilet?"

"Really, I tried it myself," Jason said sincerely, "I saw it in sweat for two hours."