When Chaoying meets Little Siren

There was a flash of light in the dark, and Jason squinted, as if his eyes couldn't adapt to the suddenly brightening light.

He nodded to Bucky and said, "Good night."

Bucky nodded at him, feeling tired, and went back to his bedroom too.

The night should have passed smoothly.

The sound insulation of Stark's base is not bad. The quality of efficient sleep at night is directly related to the work efficiency during the day. Therefore, Stark has always been the best in terms of bedding and sleeping rooms, never inferior.

Not to mention the "best" in Stark's mind.

But he obviously didn't expect that one day, this base would have to face a certain kid who had been refining his skills in the League of Assassins for ten years since he was born.

Damian narrowed his eyes, and was lurking next to a wardrobe in the corner. The wardrobe was at the opposite corner of the bed, and the shadow of the tall furniture completely concealed his figure.

He took advantage of the shadow to sneak in the moment this "Berona" entered the door.Thanks to the man in the living room for catching Todd's attention.

b-3.

Damian carefully looked at the slender arm outlined under the quilt through the night vision device, and because of the sweltering heat, he quietly poked out his fingers that looked like they could be snapped off from the quilt.

That's it?Just because he looks like a little guy who can fight a group, he can be named the God of War and get that kind of attention from his mother?

It can't even find out that a stranger has sneaked into the room!

Damian couldn't believe it.

He once learned about this siren in the information (he stole it because he was curious about his mother's whereabouts at a certain period of time). A researcher, let him be brought back to the organization to be tortured and escaped by himself.

Every time he hears Grayson say how heartwarming, how ironic, how "like a limp kitten without a bone", how "I'm going to have to live My daughter, half of the credit for forming this conclusion is yours."There was a faint desire to laugh at him.

But I have to admit that although Grayson is an idiot, his vision of people is not too bad. Because of this, he has a little bit of interest in this b-3.

Creatures that could hide from Grayson, he grudgingly admitted a little.

This time, he was just curious about what would make his father leave Gotham's night patrol for several days and come to New York to deal with it. Seeing this siren, he decided to investigate the situation just by the way.

The room was so quiet that there was only the sound of breathing as light as the wind.

Damian adjusted his breathing to barely audible.

Go quietly, quietly.

He maintained the utmost vigilance during the whole process, and therefore, when he was less than an inch away from the edge of the bed and met a pair of emerald green eyes that shot out from under the quilt, he instantly stood up reflexively and drew out the knife.

The b-3 blinked and looked at him, as if very happy, and said in a breathy voice: "I found you."

In the middle of the night, in the dark, in the room, under the quilt, with green eyes. "Got you".

Damian got goosebumps all over his body, and decided to go back to fight Grayson who was pressing him to watch the horror movie because of the shock of this moment.

Maybe more than one.

Forgive him, he has killed these pretentious things countless times, and after all the ghosts and monsters followed the sentence "I found you", they should show their offensive methods.

Sonic attack.Damian thought, he had shields in his ears, what would happen if he killed the siren without authorization?

Will she have other means of attack?

Damian's eyes were fixed on the little monster for a moment. After the little monster was happy for a while, seeing that he didn't respond, he buried his head in the bed again, opened the quilt with a snap, looked over his knife and looked at him firmly. Said: "Found you."

Damian: "...?"

Is this some new type of magical side spell?

Seeing that he was still so dumb and didn't respond, the little monster retracted his head again, deliberately amplified the movement of reaching out, and lifted the quilt with an exaggerated momentum, as if he was going to swallow him with the quilt: "Found —Ah chirp."

She sneezed and didn't stop, followed by two small sneezes, and looked at him with an inexplicably familiar look.

There was still a little eagerness in those eyes, the kind of expectant eyes of "is there any reward".

This form is too passive.

While Damian thought to himself, he obeyed a strange conditioned reflex and took out a small compressed biscuit from his belt.

He didn't react until the little monster took the compressed biscuit.

Isn't the look in the little monster's eyes the same as Ace bit a rabbit and threw it at his feet and flicked its tail at him for praise? !

No wonder it is too shameless and hateful to be able to deceive Grayson and Todd's cognition, and to disguise themselves with animal behavior!

Damian silently raised the siren's danger level by three bars, and the value was about to catch up to two-thirds of Superman's.

The little monster took a bite of the compressed biscuit, and with a bang, chew it, frowned, licked its mouth, and took another bite hard.

The compressed biscuits were dry, hard and tasteless. They should have been soaked in water before they could be swallowed. Those who bite directly can only be said to be warriors.

Based on the principle of not wasting food, this sharp-toothed little warrior gnawed the compressed biscuits with a sad expression and worked hard.

This scene is really disturbing.

Damian took a step back. For the time being, he couldn't accurately judge whether the little monster was trying to paralyze him with this scene and seek a gap to attack him, so he didn't put the knife in its sheath, and watched the little monster gnawing hard. After finishing a small piece of compressed biscuit, he looked at him eagerly.

Damian subconsciously touched an energy bar again. The little monster hesitated for a while before taking it apart. He carefully took a sip and tasted it. This time, the energy bar was chocolate-flavored.

Still crunchy.

Kacha Kacha was quickly resolved.

The little monster seemed not to be full, licked the sweetness left on his mouth, and looked at him eagerly.

Damian looked at it as if it was about to swallow his feeding hand in one gulp.

Sirens, creatures with human bodies and fish tails, were kept in a lab for 11 years.

Don't let your guard down.

but……

Damian begins to calculate the possibility that the siren is a domesticable creature.

This is just to test whether its greed is satisfied.

Damian pulled out an original energy bar again.

This time, he didn't give it directly, but put the knife carefully at his waist, and stretched out a hand with the palm facing up.

After the siren's gaze followed his empty palm and the energy bar a few times back and forth, it dived into the quilt, squirmed for a while, and poked its head out again.

It held out a hand, and Damian stared at it, palm down in a fist gesture, thumb exposed without claws.

A sense of accomplishment about taming a rare creature and the excitement of facing a dangerous creature made his hairs stand on end.

Damian stared fixedly at the hand that clenched a fist that landed on his palm with a very light force. He felt his palm sweating slightly, fear and nervousness go hand in hand; the fist let go, and something fell on his palm. .

It retracted its hand.

Damian stared at a toffee in his palm.

The siren looked at him eagerly... the energy bar in the other hand.

Someone is knocking on the door.

Damian slipped out the window in three seconds.

Weier looked at the window which was closed with a very low sound but extremely fast with amazed eyes, and opened the door with bare feet after recovering.

Jason is outside the door.

Someone found that the monitoring in the living room showed traces of deletion, and Bruce was tracking the IP.Someone had apparently hacked into the surveillance system to gain access to the base, and he came to make sure that the least aware personnel were safe.

No abnormality.He entered the room and looked around for a while, his eyes locked on the two wrapping papers on the bedside table.

He nonchalantly asked why he hasn't slept yet, and while walking over, he ran over the wrapping paper with food crumbs on it, and the child was very excited by his side for some reason, saying that she really met him. elf.

While Jason was asking about the elf's characteristics, he squatted down to look at the wrapping paper, and when he opened it, there was an embossed, small w in the lower right corner.

Jason: "..."

Jason sneered.

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The author has something to say:

Off the outline again. (lay flat)

get used to it