[Comprehensive Yingmei] Me and my four unjust brothers

"Where's Damian?" Merrell asked, holding up his hand.

"Do you think it's appropriate for parents to love and bring a child? Or, do you think it's appropriate for a father to go out in love and bring his own child?" Tim asked.

Damian said disdainfully: "I don't want to appear in any photos related to this, and it's really embarrassing to be hung up on the Internet for people to discuss for a whole month."

Merrell didn't even ask when they went out with him, Damian, and Bruce, and took this photo. There was a more important place that caught Merrell's attention.

This is important to Merrell.

Merrell pointed to another place rather depressed, and he asked with a bit of accusation: "Although, why is my chest smaller than yours?"

Although the breasts of 'Dixie' are smaller than those of 'Jessie', it is only the difference between E cup and E-, and the breasts of 'Timmy' are D at least.

What about him?How come he only has a simple magnitude to indicate that he is a woman?It seems that there is only an A cup at best, while Merrell's brothers are all above D cups, or even E cups.

Merrell felt ostracized by his brothers.

"Because you make me feel like you have small breasts." Tim answered Merrell's question seriously. He seemed to have expected that Merrell would ask this question, and he was very calm when responding . .

A sick and thin character like Merrell, even if he has a cheerful personality, is actually quite capable of fighting, but it can't change Tim's inherent memory of Merrell.

What's more, Merrell is really thin, and he doesn't have chest muscles, so isn't it reasonable to have smaller breasts?

Jason, who noticed at first glance that 'Merlesi''s chest was much smaller than the three of them, gloated and patted Merrell's shoulder.

"Admit it, you are indeed younger than us." Jason said.

Dick also comforted: "It's no big deal Merrell, that's not really us."

Merrell: ...The problem is that the real me doesn't have as big pecs as you guys.

"It's not fair!" Merrell yelled, "Tim, you put yourself on the big boobs, but you're not like that in reality."

"This is a picture I edited, of course I have the right to make my own decisions." Tim said bluntly: "You can also try it yourself."

Merrell, who has no relevant skills at all: ...

Merrell decided to struggle again, he said: "Shouldn't Bruce like something more feminine? This one has no breasts and no ass, is it appropriate?"

"This is Bruce Wayne trying to tell the people who eat melons that all beings are equal, and there are things that even a rich Wayne can't do. If you want to fall in love with 'myself', you have to accept the flaws of 'myself'."

"Where in the world is there such a desirable thing." Tim said: "Occasionally, Bruce will accept the reality, and he only likes women with good figures, which will make Bruce very superficial."

"Bruce's playboy persona is 'open' rather than 'picky'." Tim made that up, there's no such thing.

Bruce has always been a well-founded choice target, he will only choose smart, quiet women, only such women are the best to settle, because they know that Bruce has no real feelings for them.

And he wouldn't pester Bruce unreasonably.

Merrell, who was blocked by Tim, covered his face and forbearance.jpg

Merrell's small resistance was suppressed in a short time.

Merrell: Not happy.

His wronged brothers: Le.

Damian saw that Merrell seemed to really care about whether he had big breasts, he hesitated for a moment, and comforted him: "That's fake, Merrell, you should care more about yourself, and don't care about illusory things. something, that's not you."

However, as soon as Damian finished speaking, Merrell slid the tablet screen and switched to the next photo.

Immediately, Merrell laughed out loud, he completely forgot that he was still depressed because of the 'chest' problem just now.

Not only Merrell was laughing, but everyone else was laughing too. For a moment, the lounge was full of exaggerated pig laughter.

Damian, who was still comforting Merrell just now, was speechless. He stared at the photo on the tablet with a livid face. There was still the last straw that broke the camel's back before the outbreak.

The guy in the photo is obviously Damian, not a transsexual, just Damian.

Damian was standing with one leg raised high, looking unnatural. He had a dirty face and his hands were spread outwards, as if he was cursing. He should have been caught by a rope or something else during the night patrol parkour. Something hooked a foot.

However, this picture was in Tim's hands, and it was Damian wearing a tutu and pointe shoes, with a swan crown on his head, and the scolding expression on his face, but a little more red.

Behind is a full moon, Damian is like dancing 'Death of the Swan' under the moon.

This picture is actually quite beautiful. If the person in the picture is not the stinky Damian, it will be a perfect picture in terms of artistic conception and composition.

However, when the protagonist of this photo is Damian, the meaning it represents is completely different.

"Delete it! Immediately! Drake!!!" Damian said through gritted teeth, trying to suppress his anger so as not to vent it on innocent people.

"It's fake, Damian, don't pay attention to illusory things, it's not you." Merrell comforted with a smile.

He used the words Damian used to comfort himself to comfort Damian again. For Damian, there was no doubt that this was a provocation, and this was Merrell's provocation and irony to Damian.

"The skirt suits you very well, little D, maybe you can try it next time." Dick said with a smothered smile.

Jason was even more exaggerated, he couldn't stand upright from laughing, he patted the table with his hands and let out a sharp goose laugh.

"I'm going to kill you!!!" Damian couldn't hold back his roar after all.

It turns out that Damian can't separate fantasy from reality the way he told Merrell.

Cassandra, who was really ordinary and passed by after doing yoga, heard the movement in the lounge, she shook her head and sighed: "A bunch of wronged people."

Half a month later, a fan novel became popular on the Gotham Forum. The title of the novel was "The Wronged Brothers", and the author was naturally Cassandra.

The book mainly describes some things that happened in the Bat family, and tells the funny stories between Batman's disciples and the masked people who newly joined the Bat family.

Because of the extremely realistic description of the Bat family's getting along, environment and details, it seems that the author is a member of the Bat family.

Many book fans like this work very much. They no longer deify the Bat family but write them as a mode of getting along with ordinary people.

Of course, there are also many black fans who think this book is completely nonsense, whether it is Batman, Robins or masked characters, they are all extremely OOC!There is no feeling of being arrogant and cool on weekdays.

This is destroying the image of their idols!Heizi smeared the work on the Internet.

Little did they know that this was all true and that Cassandra was just an emotionless porter trying to show everyone else how stupid her brothers were.

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One day, they were playing games in the lounge.

In order to get this day without forcing the old father to play games, the five of them joined forces to send Bruce out of the manor, and they had to enjoy today.

"Jason? There's a gun outside the skylight, don't go out, just shoot the gate." Merrell said to Jason.

However, Jason rushed out as if he didn't hear Merrell's words, and was shot to death by the skylight gunman. The speed of light was given to him, and now only Damian and Tim were left alive. m.

"Jason, what's the matter with you? Jason?" Merrell called Jason twice, but Jason still didn't move.

Merrell slipped the chair and slipped to Jason's side a little depressed. The effect of the earphones can't be so good, can't you hear him at all?

Jason held the mouse and stared at the computer screen seriously, as if he was playing a game seriously, but he didn't even respond to Merrell moving the chair in front of him.

Merrell reached out and took off his earphones.

At this time, Jason seemed to have finally come to his senses. He turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Merrell.

"What's wrong, Merrell?" Jason asked.

Merrell smiled: "You still ask me what's wrong? Tell me, what's wrong with you, you've been restless all day today."

Jason hesitated and replied, "...it's no big deal."

Merrell hugged Jason's shoulders affectionately, and jumped onto the armrest of Jason's chair, looking like a good buddy.

"Damn, which one of us is with whom, you tell brother..." Seeing Jason's eyes drifting over, Merrell changed his words in time.

"Well—tell me, what troubles you?" said Merrel.

"Let's not play games today, and accompany Jason to help Jason solve his troubles, okay?"

At this time, the game was over. Even if it was 2v5, Damian and Tim didn't feel any pressure at all. They easily killed the enemy and then quit the game.

They turned their chairs and waited patiently for Jason to talk about his troubles.

Although the few of them always tease each other on weekdays, when each other really encounters troubles, they will definitely stop what they are doing to help each other solve the troubles.

Jason glanced at Merrell who was sticking to him, and he was deeply moved. He knew why Bruce liked Merrell, because Merrell really looked like a sweet little cake.

Merrell always seems to be concerned about the emotions of the people around him, and even puts down what he is doing for the sake of the people around him, and sacrifices his time to help others.

"No, I have nothing to worry about." Jason said, grabbing Merrell's hand on his shoulder by the way.

Merrell didn't believe Jason's words. He put his hands on Jason's shoulders again, and he was half lying on the arm of the chair with his head resting on Jason's shoulders.

Merrell looked at the sky and guessed, "Let me guess? Did you quarrel with Bruce again?"

"No, there isn't," Jason said.

"Since it's not a quarrel with Bruce." Tim squinted his eyes and guessed, "Did something happen to the Red Hoods?"

Merrell sat up in shock as he was dying: "Didn't the Red Hoods merge into the New Sixth District? Does something happen to the Red Hoods mean something happened to the New Sixth District?"

Jason said a little speechlessly: "Unfortunately, that's not it."

Dick guessed wildly and unconstrainedly: "Your crush, Artemis and Roy, are you together?"

"What?" Merrell covered her mouth with a pale face. "Jason has a crush?"