[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

Gossip belongs to gossip, and life goes on.

After breakfast, the nest of birds disbanded. Lucilia had nothing to do, so she simply followed Jason back to the room and watched him toss things. Later, he would go back to the outlaws and bring some bones and Sam's things.

"what about me?"

Lucilia lay on the table, stretching her body boredly.

Damian and Tim went to class, Bruce went to work, Jason went to Outlaws, and he had nothing to do (engage).

"The bat wants you to stay at home." Jason said cryptically.

"But it's so boring." Lucilia rolled onto Jason's bed, laid her head on the edge of the bed on her back, and looked at Jason backwards, not feeling dizzy.

"Isn't there still that Dicky bird?"

Because the journey is a bit far away, Dick has asked for leave from the bureau for the past few days, and will not go back unless there are special circumstances.

"But he's so boring."

Although the charm of the young and old is boundless, no matter beating people and monsters or night patrolling, he can always attract the attention of others, but Lucilia really doesn't like that.

"Don't you like sweets?" Jason teased her.

Lucilia thought about it carefully, trying to find a better description, and raised her hand to gesture: "He smells more like fruity cereal soaked in milk. It's sweet, but it can't be a meal."

"...dinner?" Do you want dessert after dinner?

Jason wanted to complain very much.

There was indeed a small vein on his head.

Lucilia looked interesting, and said with a smile: "For example, like you, honey barbecue, hot and sweet, especially suitable for dinner."

Almost like flicking the devil's tail.

Too bad she doesn't have a tail.

"..."

How strange are these words.

Jason grimaced, and began to think about why he had to discuss this kind of issue with a gargoyle demon.

The subject of "what does it taste like to a human being" sounds very anti-human.

Jason, who was caught up in self-spitting, opened the closet silently, took out his own hood from it, but threw it to Lucilia instead of putting it on.

"Huh?" Lucilia caught it in a daze.

Jason snorted softly, "You didn't say you wanted my hood?"

The last time I saw Lucilia ask that Stark for a helmet, Jason finally realized that the gargoyle was not joking when he asked him for a hood, but really wanted a red hood.

So he took one night and made this.

"Bombs, shocks and all other dangerous devices have been removed, play with it."

Lucilia put the hood in her hands and tossed it back and forth, like a hamster got its favorite melon seeds.

"I think I need a cabinet," she said suddenly.

Jason: "...how many more hoods do you want?"

"I don't just want a hood."

Lucilia played with the hood and thought about it.

She has a feeling that she must need a lot of space to store things and collect her own collections.It seems that collecting things is part of her nature?

Unwilling to roll on Jason's bed, he simply flew to the ball nestled on the chandelier and poked his head out, saying:

"Collecting is part of the devil's nature. Don't you realize that?"

Of course I realized it.

Lucilia is already well aware of the fact that she came from hell, but she doesn't intend to give up her identity as the "gargoyle of Gotham".Anyway, when she awoke high in the air that night, she had no connection with the city.

"So I want a collection cabinet." Lucilia decisively skipped the ball question, turned to Jason and emphasized again, "A big, very big collection cabinet."

The ball becomes a puffer fish.

Jason was amused.

"Okay, I'll get you a collection cabinet, glass door?"

"A bulletproof glass door."

This is quite demanding.

Jason agreed.

The location is of course in the Red Bat Cave.

Jason, who was busy with the cabinet, probably won't be back today. Lucilia sat on the window sill of Jason's house with the trophy red hood she just got, looking at two big dogs driving a shepherd in the yard below. Dogs and a little boy with a sheep's head running around.

Sam wore shoes and trousers specially made by Jason, and it was completely impossible to see that his lower body was a goat's hoof.

The door was knocked.

Lucilia: "Come in."

The people outside the door seemed to have paused and hesitated, but quickly adjusted their mentality and opened the door to come in.

Dick pushed the door open a small crack, probed his brain, and made sure that the gargoyle was fully dressed and there was nothing strange at the scene, so he walked to the window and watched with Lucilia.

"Ingenious, isn't it?"

"Jay? Indeed, he can do anything."

Gee.

Jaybird wasn't like this before.

Dick felt a strange sense of pride and depression in his heart.

According to Bruce's reasoning, it's really hard to say what's going on now. Is it because Jay Bird has finally learned how to push the cabbage, or is he knocked off his back by the diamond cabbage?

Or, simply Jason is the poor little cabbage?

The problem was so difficult that Dick didn't think he could do it.

"Butt, buckle" is another knock on the door.

This time it was Alfred. The old housekeeper pushed the door in after getting permission, with a subtle disapproval expression: "Miss Lucilia, I'm sorry, I didn't gain anything from your room."

"Well, I forgot to mention, usually I'm here."

In Outlaws and Stark Mansion, she was used to staying with Jason or nestling in the living room. For Lucilia, her room was more like a place to store things.

"..." The old housekeeper's eyes were even more disapproving.

"..." This is Dick who is pricking up his ears when he hears gossip.

But the young master has grown up, of course he has the right to love freely, Ah Fu was very calm, and turned to express his intention: "I have your courier, can I send it to Master Jason, or put it in your room? Lu Miss Celia."

Lucilia jumped off the window sill, "I'll just go get it."

Ah Fu took out a courier box from his back like a magic trick, and judging by the size, it was just big enough to hold a head.

"That's it?" Dick asked.In fact, he was asking Ah Fu if he had been checked.

"It's clean," Ah Fu said.

Lucilia reached out to take the express box, turned it around, shook it, but there was no sound, and the upper claws simply tore it open.

"Hiss—" Paper Shell screamed at the moment of death.

A head with a yellow front and a red back with black stripes fell out.

Iron Man's head.

Ah no, it should be Iron Man's helmet.

Another piece of paper was slowly falling.

Lucilia happily picked up the helmet: "I just said I need a collection cabinet."

The two humans looked at each other, and Dick bent down to pick up the note, and saw that it read: "To the most beautiful night wind in Gotham, dear lady gargoyle. From Tony Stark."

"..."

hiss!

Nasty!

Dick put the note on the table, saw that Lucilia just played with Iron Man's helmet twice, then put it at the foot of the bed, and picked up the red hood and put it in his arms.

Clearly some like this one better.

Dick, who never thought he would eat dog food: ...

When Jason was away, Lucilia kept holding the red hood, watching Dick a little bit hungry during lunch, and having nightmares during his nap in the afternoon.

For example, when the gargoyle was playing with the red hood, he accidentally took Jason's head off.

And put it back!

Put it back and it can still move! ! !

The elder brother woke up suddenly.

After waking up, Dick broke out in a cold sweat and began to think about a serious question: should we go back to Bludhaven?

"Take your courage, Grayson."

During dinner, Damian taunted.

Jason came back after all because of Batman's "affectionate call".

And Lucilia?

I followed Jason into the kitchen, waiting for her exclusive cookies.

It's not that Jason deliberately didn't make it for his brothers, it's just that Bruce, Damian, or even Alfred couldn't eat this kind of double toffee cookie.

Too sweet for them.

While waiting for Cookie to pass the test, Jason asked, "What did you do to Dickie Bird?"

After returning, Jason noticed that Dick was hesitant to speak. Even if he asked privately, Dick would not say anything.

Especially weird.

"Did nothing." Lucilia was quite innocent.

During dessert time, only Lucilia was eating seriously, and the others poured down a lot of coffee just because of the aroma.

After dinner, the members of the Bat family began to prepare for the night patrol.Alfred opened the secret passage behind the grandfather clock for them, a group of people filed in, and Lucilia followed with the ball on her head.

Jason just needs to put on the hood, and Lucilia also changed into the little magic dress before coming down. While the others changed their equipment, the gargoyle started to wander.

She saw the Robin uniform collection cabinet at a glance, and walked around them.

"Jie, here are your shorts too." What is this?Old father's collection addiction?

Thinking of the gossip and comments about Batman on the Internet, and then looking at the uniform collection cabinet, Lucilia's eyes swept from Batman's uniform to Jason himself, and then back.

Jason put on a gesture of watching a play: "That's not mine."

Lucilia froze for a moment, then figured it out: "The original Robin?"

Just as Ye Yi jumped out after putting on the tights that perfectly fit the curves of his muscles, Jason pointed him directly to Lucilia.

"In some ways, his hobbies have never changed."

Lucilia was first surprised that Dick was the original Robin, and then lamented the aesthetics of the shorts and Dick's desire to show through at a glance.

"Awesome." Opposite words.

Dick: ...?

The gargoyle's emotions were written all over his face, and it was hard for him to pretend he didn't understand.

Jason still had a conscience, so he didn't keep his elder brother in a daze, but pointed to Robin's shorts as a reminder.

Dick understood instantly, and then was depressed.

"The aesthetics of that era were different from those of today." Nightwing struggled to explain, "Batman and Superman both wear underwear on the outside, don't they? I also learned from them."

Batman, who had changed his equipment, just heard this sentence.

Batman:  …

Death gaze.