When Chaoying meets Little Siren

When Val woke up, they were still on their way to Gotham.

Like a puppy waking up, she pawed her paws and whimpered twice, rubbing the pillow she held in her hand, feeling that the pillow was a little hard.

Unlike her little shark Jay, which is filled with soft cotton, it can be kneaded into various shapes, and you can bury your face in it at will without worrying about the elastic little shark deforming.

The pillow won't be... warm.

……Hey?

The "pillow" still moved, and a voice came from above the head: "Are you awake?"

Jason, who couldn't get rid of her two short arms that were twisted into a small lock on the back of his neck, and couldn't bear to wake up the child with tears on his eyelashes, was forced to be a human pillow for two hours, finally I can free up my hands to rub my two thighs that are numb.

Seeing that the pillow was Jason, the little girl didn't think it felt bad, and happily hugged him hard again.

"Okay, come down."

Jason grunted, took her back by the collar and pulled it slightly away from him.

As soon as she moved, his legs changed from numb and unconscious to painful and itchy like an electric current passed through. He hissed and gritted his teeth a bit.

This is much more uncomfortable than simple pain.

Well, now that "Pillow" has protested, the little girl is not going to force her.

Weier slept soundly this time, and woke up in a good mood. She was obedient and wanted to "go down", and when she moved her legs, she also took a deep breath.

In a panic, she rolled herself to the side seat and squeezed her legs.

After sleeping on Jason's lap for so long, she woke up with numb legs.

"Is my leg broken..." She was so flustered that she looked at Jason with tears in her eyes.

Jason rubbed his leg and couldn't help laughing.

He raised his hand as a gesture, then dropped it on his lap, patted it, and said, "Knead it."

The little girl was well-learned, earnestly and earnestly trying to save her numb and itchy leg, and she was relieved when the strange pain like being stung by a jellyfish disappeared.

She patted her legs again and found that they were completely the same as usual, so she was completely relieved and asked, "Where are we going?"

She thought for a while, and suddenly remembered that there was another adult who was left in the museum by her.

"Barry!" she exclaimed.

"I left him there."

Her voice was guilty and anxious. After she was taken outside by Barry, she was very concerned about the person who looked so similar to her, and heard the chaotic voices in the museum, afraid that it would be too dangerous to put the injured person there .

The little girl, who felt that she could take care of herself and maybe others, made up her mind to sneak back to the museum through the back door they had come out while Barry was away.

She left Barry there, which was bad.

She'd be worried if Jason didn't come home at the pre-announced time slot; Barry would be worried if she sneaked out and couldn't find her.

The little girl was worried.

Jason didn't know anything about the Metropolitan Museum at the time. The place where he worked was a little far from the museum. When he got to the restaurant, everything was almost over, and he picked up the little siren without knowing anything.

Dick just sent him two messages more than an hour ago. The first one said that a superman and a mermaid from another universe came to the metropolis. Now both of them have been controlled and placed in the watchtower.The second said that the mermaid looked very much like the little fish he had picked up.

But then he wondered who Barry was.

How many meal tickets did this kid get while he was away?

Thinking this way in his heart, Jason asked, "He's with you? Where do you leave him?"

"museum."

As Weier said, he went to the car window to look outside. It was already dark, and the dark street scene changed rapidly, and there was no museum.

She dropped her hand in frustration.

"Do you have his phone number?" Jason asked subconsciously, but after asking, he thought it was nonsense.

This kid doesn't even have a mobile phone, so how could he know someone's phone number.

"Do you have any other information about him? Full name?" Jason changed the question.

Val tried to remember, as if, long ago, when they first met, Barry had said his full name.

"Barry Allen." Val said, blinking, remembering something, and wanted to add: "He said he was going to call him outside..."

Her mouth was caught off guard.

Val blinked his eyes curiously, and began to think that Barry was a magical person, and he couldn't be called Barry or Lightning outside, otherwise his mouth would be covered.

What kind of game is this?

Her eyes drifted around, and she saw a pair of eyes with dark circles reflected in the small mirror on the top of the front seat of the car.

The owner of the eyes noticed her gaze, blinked, and said at the right time: "Want to eat something?"

He freed one hand and passed the waffle from the front seat to the back.

The waffles are already cold, but if you sniff them closely, you can still smell a little bit of sweetness.

Weier squeezed the soft snack and became happy: "Thank you."

But he was not in a hurry to eat. He put the food in the paper bag neatly on his lap, then turned to Jason and asked, "Can you find him?"

Jason's mind was full of how the Flash came to Metropolis, and how he got mixed up with this kid.

He snorted, took it as acquiescence, picked up his mobile phone, and hacked into the communication channel of the Justice League.

His successor was a good hacker. During the short few days he lived in the Wayne mansion, for some reason, the other party shared the vulnerability of the Zhenglian communication channel with him like sharing a toy.

Like showing off.what is this?To prove that he is better than me at this?

It doesn't matter, this loophole is really useful.

Thinking about it, Jason connected to The Flash's private chat channel.

"Val is with me, I am her..."

Jason's voice froze.

guardian?He is not worthy.brother?It's too fake.friend?An adult male voice said they were friends?It felt too dangerous.

He glanced at Val, the kid was eating the waffle very deliciously, as if he was very hungry, nibbling away at the golden food like a hamster.

Suddenly, the name "breeder" popped up in his mind inexplicably, and he bit his tongue in fright before swallowing it.

What identity can reassure the other party?Anyway, this person also took care of the children, if he was like a kidnapper, he would be a bit of a jerk.

"...I'm from 'B', she's safe, I'll be at your 'work place' tomorrow."

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the rearview mirror of the car's front seat, and finally said in self-defense, his voice emphasizing on "you," suggesting a watchtower.

Val probed over, guessing that through this small object, the voice of speaking could be transmitted to the other party, so she leaned her head over: "How are you, Barry?"

She said guiltily, "I'm sorry, I left by myself."

"Ah, it's good that you are fine, who is beside you?"

Barry sounded anxious and trembling into the Speed ​​Force, "Are you safe?"

"I'm safe."

Val just looked at Jason, staring at the young man with horror, and then she laughed happily and repeated affirmatively: "...I'm safe, Barry."

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The author has something to say:

Cavin is really sad at this time QAQ