[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

The two chairs were pulled over, and the table for two people became a place for four people. The small round table couldn't fit so many chairs, and it was difficult for the long-legged ones to fit.

Lucilia and Raphael are feeling fine, Jason and Crowley are feeling bad.

The two turned their bodies sideways, stretched their long legs, and stared at each other.

"You two are going to catch fire."

Lucilia looked around, and the two of them were in a bad mood visible to the naked eye.Sweets can make people feel happy, and it happened that she still had the last bite of her crepe, so she seized the opportunity to give it away, and stuffed it into Jason's mouth the moment he wanted to speak.

Jason bit the thing stuffed into his mouth reflexively, trying to prevent it from being sent in more, and ended up knocking on the gargoyle's finger.

……

He has a toothache.

"Are you all right?" Lucilia quickly opened his mouth, wanting to check.

Humans resisted and turned their heads to avoid: "Oh, don't make trouble!"

When there is a large crowd, there will be more places that humans don't like to be touched, and the mouth is one of them. Lucilia still remembers the knowledge that was poured into her stomach together with sweets, so she stopped for the time being.

"Okay, then you eat by yourself."

She watched with interest as Jason chewed slowly and swallowed the crepe tail with plenty of sugar, it seemed difficult but not too annoying.

Food slides down his esophagus, pushing his Adam's apple to follow.

The gargoyle stared for a moment.

Suddenly reacted.

"Aziraphale doesn't seem to have an Adam's apple?"

The angel stared at the leftover crepe in his hand, a little tangled, and answered instinctively when he heard the question.

"Of course, angels are like this." With a good-natured smile.

Fortunately, he still remembered the consequences of his blessing to Lucilia last time. At this time, he resisted the urge to wish by the way, and at least he didn't say "May XXX bless you".

The angel also sighed because of this: "It's like telling a rooster not to crow."

"The hen doesn't have that problem." Crowley seemed to be still thinking about boyfriend and girlfriend.

Raphael therefore sent him a warning glance.

The old snake was not timid, and even wanted to talk about the details.

"The hen still has to lay eggs." Snake muttered in a low voice: Eggs taste good, don't they?

Raphael refused to give him a look, and smiled at Lucilia: "I think it's time for us to leave, do we need to give you a ride?"

Lucilia shook her head and said no.

Jason is still angry.

Although she had no idea what he was angry about.

The demon and angel teamed up and slipped away, leaving the gargoyle and red hood behind.

The little reporter who came back from buying the crepes was holding bags to the left and right. Seeing the strange atmosphere between the two over there, he stepped back a little and called foreign aid inside the league.

"Honey?" It was Bruce who answered the phone.

Clark choked for a moment, but still asked, "Jason seems to have had an argument with his girlfriend, what should I do?"

Bruce, who had to go to a company meeting for various reasons: ...

The night he came back from hell, he thought his son was really gay.

Based on the precondition that Ah Fu would definitely harm Damian even if he wanted to hold his great-grandson, and it would not be Jason's contribution, Bruce decided that as long as Jason dared to come out to him, he would dare to bless him, which just eased the relationship between the two parties.

Then a little girl ran out the next day.

Then he remembered, this thing this devil.

What are the characteristics of a demon?

Unfixed sexual characteristics.

So Bruce's thinking direction jumped from "My son came out to me, what should I say to properly ease the relationship between father and son without appearing OOC" to "If you don't consider the other party's gender, in terms of force alone, my son FMD Is it the one below or the one below?"

Anyway, no matter how you look at it, it can only be the one below.

About 0.3% of the mind is thinking about another question: Do pansexuals need to come out specifically?

……

All in all a headache.

The parent-child relationship has always been Batman's greatest weakness.

He can't deal with Ah Fu, and he can't deal with his adopted son or parent-child.

Let alone deal with Lucilia.

Half a minute later, Clark had already started to eavesdrop on Bruce's heartbeat, and the big bat, who was forced to work overtime during the day, hummed and said: "Leave them alone. Dear sweetheart, I'm still in a meeting, I'll talk to you at night." Go find you at (Watchtower)."

After ending the call, Bruce edited a text message on his phone asking Red Robin to share the wiretap.

Clark shivered again, and obediently hung up the phone with a loud voice. He didn't want to disturb the young couple, so he waited not far or near.

Before Clark could wait, there were only ice cubes left in the milk green in the glass, and Lucilia stirred the ice cubes.

"Why are you angry?" she asked.

"Personal problem." Jason didn't expect Lucilia to understand this, and he knew that there was nothing wrong with the two parties, but he was still very upset, "Why are you interested in that guy? Because he's an angel?"

Lucilia stared at the human, and asked back after a while: "Why are you angry? You are obviously not doubting the relationship between me and that white chicken, why are you still angry?"

When carrying the angel on her back, Lucilia was very rude and directly called the other party "White Feather Chicken".

Isn't that pair of big white wings a white-feathered chicken?

"I didn't..." Jason choked.

He was really angry, or something closer to pure squabbling.

Look, Lucilia went out to dinner with another guy, even if that guy was genderless in nature, and her boyfriend could express his displeasure.

Jealousy, temper tantrums, small conflicts between lovers.

They can try to explain each other, have a little quarrel, and finally reconcile, and expand each other's circle of friends, and get to know each other better by the way.

Or just sit down and talk about it sensibly.

These developments are all reasonable.

But the problem is, he is not Lucilia's boyfriend yet.

This is hard.

"Jay?" Lucilia silently approached the humans, "What are you hesitating about?"

The demon whispered softly.

Originally, the two of them were sitting side by side, but now that the gargoyle moved closer, almost clinging to his body and talking, Jason tensed up instantly.

This time it wasn't because of alertness.

but something else.

The little exclamation mark on the human head became a little dangling.

"What do you want to tell me?" the demon asked again.

But this time?this place?

Jason looked around and stared at Lucilia's collar. He was sure that there was at least one little red bird waiting for his response with bated breath, and maybe a big blue bird sharing his thoughts. Wiretapping, or one more devil child...

Worst case, add a big, black old bat.

……

According to past experience, Jason believed that the one he drew must be the next lottery.

"Why hasn't he confessed?" Dick couldn't help muttering on their new independent channel.

This channel has everyone including Ah Fu, except Jason.

quack quack.

Tim is drinking coffee. This is a rare overtime work that makes him feel happy in his experience. Therefore, the little red bird is very serious and active. He immediately found the on-site surveillance and shared it with his brother and old father.

"It seems that Lucilia is more active."

"That should just be the instinct of the devil." Damian made a disgusted voice.

Bruce frowned: "Aren't you in class, Damian."

"Aren't you in a meeting? Father." The little yellow bird who was caught was not at all cowardly.

When Bruce quickly ended the meeting and drove back, Damian just used the excuse to go to the toilet and didn't return to class after ten minutes.

what is the relationship.

Humph.

Bruce: Why is this kid so underwhelmed?

"Master Damian is really like you when you were a child, master." Ah Fu sighed with a little nostalgia.

Bruce: "..."

"Jason moved!"

Dick suddenly made a sound, which was a good way to attract everyone's attention.

In the surveillance screen of the dessert shop, Jason, who had been in a stiff state, finally moved.

He raised his hand and pressed it on Lucilia's shoulder.

"Huh?" Lucilia asked a little question.

"It's complicated." Jason took a deep breath, "but we can't talk about it here, bad timing, bad location, and worse audience."

His eyes moved down, pointing to Lucilia's collar, and he repeated in his heart: monitoring.

!!!

Lucilia understood immediately.

Jason wants to say something to her, but doesn't want to be heard by others, especially his brother and other people in the family, so as long as there are no surveillance cameras?

Lucilia raised her hand and touched her collar.

"Wait," Jason hurriedly stopped her, "I'll make it clear to you when the matter of anger is resolved."

"you sure?"

"I can give you an oath."

"Devils don't want oaths. Oaths are for repentance. What the devil wants is a deal." Lucilia squinted her eyes and smirked, "Take your soul out and trade with me."

Jason: "...do I look silly?"

"Not really." Regretfully, "Well, if you go back on your word, you'll have to eat a year's worth of apple pie with me, and you'll have to eat a whole piece every time at 7 o'clock in the morning."

Jason:! ! !

Overheard people:!

What kind of ghost threat is this? ? !

Everyone in the Bat family suddenly felt bad. Tim reacted the most, and immediately took a sip of black coffee to suppress his shock. Bruce, who was driving, stepped on the accelerator hard, and almost gnawed on the ass of the car in front.

Ah Fu was still calm, but raised his eyebrows and muttered: "Oh, dear, I want to praise her. What a brilliant idea."

Birds:! ! !

Bruce: ...! ! !

Bruce: "Ahem... Ah Fu, we don't have any children in our family."

"Yes, no more." Damian immediately seconded, fearing that he would be taken out as a model.

I am a weapon forged by the League of Assassins, not a child.

The little yellow bird emphasized for the N+1 time.

There was silence on the inside.

Seeing that the whole family was against it, Ah Fu could only sigh with regret, and put aside this wonderful idea for the time being.