i spent the summer in gotham

79.

"I understand." I clasped my hands in front of my face, pretending to be deep, "Since the benchmark of this world is Batman without Robin, why don't we start from the source and make Batman disappear directly?"

"Oh." Jason said indifferently, "Give way to my ass, I'm going to eat."

I moved aside on the flower bed to make room for Jason, who was holding a convenience store spaghetti in his hand.

Tim threw me a sandwich, "What do you mean, are you going to assassinate Batman? I suggest you go to Jason to learn from his rich experience in sawing people's heads."

I unwrap the sandwich, "No, I mean," I bite into the lettuce leaf on the toast, "why don't we just go to Crime Alley and save grandma and grandpa?"

"Yes, and then your grandpa will become Batman," Jason picked out a carrot slice from the pasta with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth, "Your father will become the first Robin, that's great, since then Robin There is one more."

"Wrong!" Dick crossed two chopsticks and said "NO". "Robin's name is what my mother used to call me. Bruce's imagination can only stop at Batboy."

"You're right." I said seriously, "So are we going or not?"

"Go," Damian said, holding a cup of salad, picking out the chicken breast inside and throwing it into Dick's pasta bowl, "why not?"

80.

Familiar night, familiar street lights, familiar Park Street.

A well-dressed couple and their young son are involved in an impromptu robbery.

That idle brat named Joe Chill, the bullet he fired became the origin of Batman.

It doesn't matter if that Batman is the son or the father.

The pearl necklace around the mother's white and tender neck reflected a warm luster under the street lamp. She guarded her little son behind her, trying to protect her son.

Joe Chill's finger pulled the trigger, and the Waynes stared in horror, "There is someone behind you."

The little gangster grinned, "A very old-fashioned joke, ladies and gentlemen."

"Yes," said a voice, "there is someone behind you."

A pincer-like hand was twisted on Joe Chill's shoulder, and the little bastard was thrown out of the air with just one hand.

Three tall, one thin, and one short shadows surrounded the temporary robbers who flew upside down, and the five young faces looked like evil spirits in the eyes of those who fell to the ground.

"It doesn't look very beaten." The tallest one showed a shark-like smile.

"Heh." The oldest one smiled grimly.

The boy with bangs parted in the middle showed a gleam in his eyes, and smiled without saying a word.

"Hee." The youngest one licked the dagger in his hand.

The only girl finally couldn't hold it anymore, she endured it again and again, "Dami, is your dagger painted with poison?"

81.

Joe Chill witnessed a wave of sibling fights before being beaten.

But this didn't do anything to his escape. Just as he got up trembling and was about to run away, the other two boys grabbed him and smiled kindly at him.

Good news, Joe Chill is out of jail.

Bad news, Joe Chill is in Gotham Mercy Hospital.

The Wayne couple paid for his hospitalization for half a year, and guaranteed that he would be sent to the prison he should be sent to as soon as he was discharged from the hospital.

82.

We successfully completed the mission and watched as Joe Chill, who was foaming at the mouth and paralyzed in bed, was carried into the ambulance by the medical staff.

Ah, cool.

Dick stretched his waist contentedly, "It feels great to stretch your muscles." His face suddenly changed, "Oops!"

Dick looked serious, "Oops, I actually forgot to take a picture of little Bruce!"

Pig daddy's big brother was heartbroken, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Oh," Tim said, "I did, and it took a whole frame of memory."

We all looked back at the traitor, and Tim said nonchalantly, "While Li and Damian were fighting, and Dick and Jason were beating Joe Chill, I was comforting the Waynes and Bruce."

He casually showed us the lollipop in his pocket, "What a cute and well-behaved kid, sitting on my lap without making a fuss, and even gave me one of his own lollipops."

It's a limited-edition Sweetie Piglet!

Tim, you black-hearted duck!

Jason and Dick each put a hand on Tim's shoulder.

Damian and I were one behind the other, stopping him in the middle.

I smiled friendly, "Brothers must know how to share," I crushed a brick with my bare hands, "Right, duck boy."

83.

Halfway through the beating, the child's voice came out timidly, "If you still want candy, I still have it here."

I turned my head like a sunflower, and my cub's father was holding the corner of Grandma Martha's clothes with one hand, looking at us cautiously.

Dick looks like he's about to have a heart attack right then and there, and makes friends with Joe Chill.

Jason lowered his head uncomfortably, "Kid, cut."

Damian folded his hands on his chest, and glanced at Daddy Piglet suspiciously, "I can poke him to death with one finger."

Heh, a bunch of tsundere monsters.

I walked up, squatted in front of the child, and took out of my pocket the uneaten jelly we had bought at the convenience store.

"Don't worry about those embarrassing things," I consciously excluded myself, "go home, take a hot bath, and get a good night's sleep."

I thought, and added, "If you want a new name, don't call it 'Robin.'"

"Don't call him a 'bat,' either."

"She pretended to." Jason gritted his teeth.

84.

Long live the baby sweetheart pig!

The cutie came over and asked my sister to pinch her face!

Love for father (does such a thing exist?) Gradually sour.jpg

84.

"I asked you to get rid of Robin, but you not only got me an extra Robin," Timothy Duck's face was cold and serious on the phone screen, "you also got me Batman."

He couldn't believe it. "What are you, huskies?"

I lowered my head in shame, and the others looked away guiltily.

Timothy Duck tried to suppress the blue veins on his forehead, but failed, "Thanks to you, the timeline has been greatly changed. Batman has become the mayor of Gotham and is working with Harvey Dent to build a better Gotham. Jack Napier was also Bruce's sweet secretary, double paid by Wayne."

"Wouldn't that be nice." Dick laughed dryly.

Timothy glared at him, "The Kryptonian spacecraft collided with Jupiter, and the safety cabin protected Superman to escape."

"Oh, he shouldn't be calling him Superman now. Clark Kent is growing corn in the Kansas countryside, and he's been a war correspondent in Afghanistan during the bad season, and he's even written about Osama bin Laden."

"He played cards with Bruce and Luther last week. What's the matter with this Kryptonian? It's fine if he can't beat Louis, but he can't win against both Bruce and Luther?"

Don't make it sound like my father and Luther are very shameless!

I laughed, "Yeah, it's happy