A meow and a dog

Seven-year-old Osmond knelt by the bed, looking at the bright moon outside the window, he scratched his head in distress, and then threw the stack of drawing papers out of the window.

"How is that possible?" he thought, and crawled into his bed.

Who in the darkness blinked and silently disappeared.

Bruce was woken up by a "ding bang".He paused, turned around and piled the quilts on his head in protest of the rough sound made by the housekeeper.But unfortunately, the voice this time was not made by Alfred.

As any hero who participated in yesterday's fierce battle knows, Batman has not returned to Gotham, because he was seriously injured and lay unconscious in the infirmary of the watchtower.

So who dropped something?

Forgive Superman, he just did it inadvertently, but if you see a young, disheveled Batman lying in bed, you will too.However, there may be another reason.For example, can't Superman's tiny arms lift a plate with a radius of 8 cm?

Clark looked at the plate on the floor in annoyance, poked at the silver pattern on it, and sighed.

Then Clark went to the bed, climbed awkwardly on the bed, and dragged the pile of quilts off Bruce's head: "It's time to get up, B!"

Bruce twisted his body, and tried to pull Superman into the water: "It's still early anyway, what does it matter if you sleep a little longer."

"But B, you're not a child anymore!"

Batman opened his eyes pale.

"Huh," Bruce said, opening his mouth, which was changing teeth, "sit down, and tell me what's going on!"

Barry huddled in the tall chair, pulled the sleeves of the Green Lantern next to him, and looked at the table in the conference room innocently, as if to say: Oh, why don't you plead guilty, you evil table.

Hal gave Barry a contemptuous look, and then snapped back the poor piece of fabric.With his chin raised, he said majestically, "Why do you care about me?"

Bruce sneered, and pressed a button on the table: "Alfred, go blow up Hal Jordan's plane!"

Alfred was silent for a while on the other side, and replied briefly: "Okay, master."

Green Lantern let out a huff angrily, and sat down sullenly.

There was a long silence in the conference room, maybe it was because of the sharp air-conditioning hovering over Batman.

Then I don't know who yelled "Gu".

"Who called?!" Bruce asked angrily.

Diana had been lying on the table in boredom, and when she heard this, she finally couldn't help saying, "That's Barry's hungry!"

All eyes moved to the right together.

—Oh, poor Barry, he's already delirious enough to swallow Shane's finger.

Bruce patted the table sullenly, and said loudly, "Listen, this is not unusual at all. We need to find the murderer behind the scenes and let him turn us into normal!"

Hawkgirl glanced at him coolly: "Can you make Carl lift the two silver plates, or make Barry take Shane's fingers out of his mouth?"

Bruce pursed his lips, and finally had to reluctantly announce: "Let's go eat."

Everyone cheered and ran to the Union restaurant.

But when they sat at the dining table, prepared the food, and prepared to comfort each other's stomachs, Carl and the others realized what it means to "revenge every grievance".

"Call your supervisor out! What is this, can it be eaten? Change it!"

"This vegetable leaf is actually not whole! Everyone is not allowed to eat it, change it!"

"What did you say? The vegetables are not fresh? How dare you let me eat them?!"

"The heat of this steak is not authentic! Do you still dare to serve it? Go learn from Afu and come back!"

"Remove Superman's share and replace it with the one baked in the sun! Don't you think so? Then you dare to give it to Superman? Do it, do you hear me?"

"Don't give the Flash a hamburger, he's not very hungry, put on bread instead!"

"Told you, Green Lantern needs vegetables, no meat!—what's your opinion, Hal? No? That's great."

"Eagle Girl wants to eat millet! Millet! It's not fresh soup, do you hear me?"

"Martian Manhunter? No cooked food! He is afraid of fire, are you trying to kill him?"

......

After 10 minutes, Barry finally couldn't stand it any longer. He stared at Shane's finger on the table with green eyes and swallowed.Sean on the side begged Karl to change seats with him as if he was about to cry.

Carl ignores him—he wants to sit next to Bruce anyway—so that when the food arrives, he'll be second.

Hal hugged his own precious ring and kept asking for it to turn into a roasted bat for him to eat.

Diana kept her eyes glued to the Hawkgirl's wings, and moved her voice from time to time.Hawkgirl didn't feel Diana's gaze, her attention was on the big black bat logo on Batman's chest, she was already so hungry that she wanted to swallow Bruce.

So Bruce turned his head after teaching the chef and was taken aback by his teammates who were about to go crazy with hunger.

He thought about it for a second or two, and then continued to turn around and teach others without guilt.

Clark didn't miss this good opportunity. He flickered his eyelashes, his eyes sparkled, and he looked like he was complaining or complaining.In other words, it's shamelessly imitating Barry's cuteness.

But being cute seems to work for Bruce, because at least he slips a piece of the pastry into Clark's hand before he turns around—he's just been commenting on how well baked it is, and how it's not a perfect color.

Clark shoved the snack into his mouth with superhuman speed and went unnoticed—perfect, if not nearly choking.

When everyone—not including Clark—was about to starve to death, Bruce finally stopped his harsh comments, took a sip of water, and reluctantly ordered to do as he said before.

Barry let go of the desperately struggling Shane almost instantly, his eyes flashed white light, blinding Clark's myopia (?).

After breakfast, no, the Justice League after lunch gathered in the conference hall again to discuss what happened and why they became like this.

But Bruce, the host, was a little lacking in interest—probably because he couldn't bully others anymore?

"Okay, let's discuss who actually did this.

"First of all, it is impossible for Luthor to sneak into the watchtower. The clown doesn't have this ability. Others won't do it. They will kill them directly. And I have updated the watchtower's protection system before, but I haven't taken Zatana out yet. The information of the magic members of the association is recorded—then they are also impossible, then only—”

"You guessed me so quickly? Bat, you are not cute."

"Hello, Mr. Trouble." Bruce said calmly, quite different from the mean look just now.

Mr. Mischief lay in mid-air, covered his eyes with his hands, and said in a tone of voice: "Oh, what do you want to ask me? I will definitely tell you all - definitely."

"You did all this?"

"No, no, no, this is an old trick. I won't do such an old trick."

"That has nothing to do with you."

Mr. Naughty blinked his eyes, and smiled "hehe": "Did you forget what day it is today-oh, yes, Mr. Naughty's favorite day! But it's not fun at all-it's boring, old naughty Decided not to play with you—" Mr. Mischief snapped his fingers and disappeared for a moment, but he came back a few seconds later and threw a stack of papers into Batman's hand: "Take a good look, little bat, Get rid of your annoying temper—then, goodbye.” Mr. Mischief snapped his fingers again, and immediately disappeared from the watchtower without a trace.

"B, what are those?" Superman asked, returning to his original age.

Batman acted like he didn't hear, then he rolled the stack of papers into a roll and put it somewhere.Finally he turned his head and asked, "What day is today?"

"Um, Children's Day?"

Batman raised his eyebrows: "Then do you still want to watch?"

"...Forget it then..." Superman said with a depressed face, thinking of the "Superman and Batman Holding Hands Picture" drawn by those children on Children's Day in previous years.

"Master, what did you bring back?"

"It's just a cartoon of the Justice League getting smaller."

"Like those old Justice League comics?"

"I didn't work on this one, Aff!"

The author has something to say:

Hehehe, the third change is currently unclear, but a certain has already coded two changes (chest out)!And a lot of new memes are bubbling (rolling) in my head~~ But there is bad news, I don’t want to code QAQ for the long story (?), that’s why I don’t write a long story...