A meow and a dog

"Oh, no, no. I changed my mind. I found a fun one." The fairy tale queen happily took out a small book, and pretended to flip through it for a while, "Yes, I have decided, this is it. May Good luck to you." She said cheerfully, jumping aside, watching proudly that the land around the heroes began to sink, and several boulders rumbled to block the deep hole in the ground, blocking the seven giants of the Justice League from underground. "Oh, that's nice." She had a fake smile that made her cheeks look stiff and lifeless, "but I have to make some preparations. To my dear princess(*1) and her A small gift for the knights - a pair of iron shoes (*2) in a beautiful gift box. Oh, I really want to see how my princess gives this gift to her followers."

"She's got to give a hint, but now we don't know anything. Superman can't resist magic, and I, who knows what the hell the Fairy Queen did, my ring doesn't work! Flash, how are you?"

There was a rustling sound in the darkness, and Flash's voice seemed vague and distant mixed in, "I'm fine, but there seems to be something wrong with Da Chao."

"What happened?" The voice was deliberately lowered, and for some reason, it sounded a little hurried.

——Two brilliant red lights flashed across the darkness, answering for Superman.

"Your heat vision? You can't control him anymore?"

"I think... yes. It's been like this since I've been in this hole." Superman said weakly, struggling with his body for so long that it almost drained all his energy. If an outsider stood Here, I even thought it was Batman's voice, "I can only do my best not to hurt others."

"...try launching it here."

"What, B?"

"There's no one else here."

"Okay." Superman narrowed his eyes, and after confirming that there was no one else at the light source thrown by Batman, he opened his eyes until a small cluster of flames burned in front of everyone.

"How is everyone else?" Superman asked through the faint light, disturbed by the fact that his powers had gone silent again after he lit the little torch.

"Green Lantern and I are fine, Dachao."

"I'm here with Hawkgirl. We're both fine."

"Your Martian friend stays here with me, Mr. Superman."

"...B?" Superman asked aloud after a chilling silence, as if that would take away his fear.

However, no one answered.Even though Superman tried his best to listen to the voices in every corner, except for their own increasingly rapid panting, the voice of the person who was usually regarded as a ghost still did not sound.

"B?" Superman called again tentatively, feeling his heart squeezed tightly into his palm by something called fear.

"call".Something in the corner moved and a light appeared.

"B——" Superman couldn't wait to turn his head back, and was about to rush up and pat his friend on the shoulder as before, ask him why he was so scary, and then discuss the current situation with him as usual, but after he turned around, he realized that It was nothing more than small torches that lit up one after another, and those continuous flames continued to extend deeper into the ground.

Superman took a deep breath, "We..."

"We'll do as you say, Superman."

"...I..." Superman looked around, trying to find the black shadow, but in vain, he raised his head vigorously to hide his loss. "Okay, let's go find Batman together. Mr. Pennyworth and Robin stay where they are, and the others go down here together..."

"Wait, Superman—" Green Lantern interrupted Superman abruptly, "I think there's something wrong here."

"What—" Superman turned around to look, but the rest of the words were stuck back abruptly by Alfred, who was sitting on the wooden chair with a solemn and bewildered expression but pale face.

"Welcome to Death of Mockingbird." Alfred raised a icy smile when the hoarse voice sounded, just like the queen of fairy tales, "Guess who killed the mockingbird?" bird?"

More torches embedded in the wall suddenly lit up, completely illuminating this dark space. Behind the path chosen by the heroes, five people were being hoisted high, with a few messy lines of small blood-red characters Spread on the wall behind them:

Who Killed the Mockingbird?

It's me, said the sparrow,

with my bow and arrow,

I killed the mockingbird.

Whokilled Cock Robin

I, said the Sparrow,

With my bow and arrow,

I killed Cock Robin.

Who saw him die?

it's me, said the fly,

with my little eyes,

I saw him die.

Who saw him die

I, said the Fly.

With my little eye,

Isawhimdie.

Who took his blood?

it's me, said the fish,

with my little saucer,

I take his blood.

Who caught this blood

I, said the Fish,

With my littledish,

Icaught this blood.

Who made his shroud?

it's me, said the beetle,

with my needle and thread,

I'll make the shroud.

Who'll make his shroud

I, said the Beetle,

With my thread and needle,

I'll make the shroud.

Who will dig the grave?

it's me, said the owl,

With my chisel and shovel,

I will come and dig the grave.

Who'll dighis grave

I, said the Owl,

With my pick and shovel,

I'll dighis grave.

Who will be the pastor?

It is I, said the crow,

with my little notebook,

I'm going to be a pastor.

Who'll be the person

I, said the Rook,

With my little book,

I'll be the parson.

Who will be the deacon?

It is I, said Lark,

As long as it's not at night,

I will be a deacon.

Who'll be the clerk

I, said the Lark,

If it's not in the dark,

I'll be the clerk.

Who will carry the torch?

It's me, said the cardinal,

I bring it right away.

I will carry the torch.

Who'll carry the link

I, said the Linnet,

I'll fetch it in a minute,

I'll carry the link.

Who will be the officiant?

I, said the dove,

I mourn my love,

I will be officiant.

Who'll be chief mourner

I, said the Dove,

Imournformylove,

I'll be chief mourner.

Who will carry the coffin?

It's me, said the kite,

If you don't walk at night,

I will come to carry the coffin.

Who'll carry the coffin

I, said the Kite,

If it's not through the night,

I'll carry the coffin.

Who will help the coffin?

It's us, said the wren,

And the rooster and the hen,

We will come to help the coffin.

Who'll bear the pall

We, said the Wren,

Both the cock and the hen,

We'll bear the pall.

Who will sing the hymns?

Thrush said, it was me,

She stood on the bushes,

I will sing hymns.

Who'll sing ap salm

I, said the Thrush,

Asshesatonabush,

I'll sing apsalm.

Who will ring the death knell?

it's me, said the bull,

Because I can pull a yak.

Who'll toll the bell

I, said the Bull,

Because I can pull,

So, goodbye, Robin.

all the birds of the air,

all sighed and wept,

When they heard the knell,

Ring for poor mockingbird.

So Cock Robin, farewell.

All the birds soft hair

Fella-sighing and da-sobbing,

When they heard the bell toll

Forpoor Cock Robin.

notice

Notify all interested parties,

This notice,

Next time in Bird Court,

The sparrows will be judged.

INSTRUCTIONS

Toallitconcerns,

This notice apprises,

The Sparrow's fortrial,

Atnextbird ssizes. (*3)

8.14 update

"You can go out the back way, but, of course," said Alfred, with a strange, frightening look on his face, "if you all choose to leave, or if there are fewer than ten people attending Two, then the robins will stay here until one of them dies." Alfred looked around slowly, and continued in a very cheerful tone: "The rules of the game are very simple. Mockingbirds find that wretch, you pick that one, and if you happen to find the right one, not a single one dies

"If you choose the right one, you can leave right away. If you choose the wrong one, then Robin with the most votes will meet my dear kitten." He said with a smile, his tone was like a grandfather who put his grandson to sleep, Not one of the criminals who hijacked the Robins. "Oh, by the way, so that you don't disagree, you only need to open your eyes when I call out the robin's name - until then, please close your eyes."

"It's not fair. We have no way of knowing if you changed the number of votes without permission." Batman, who had been missing before, walked out from the first cross and said hoarsely, the bat mask perfectly covered his expression , so that others do not understand his mind.

The fake Alfred shrugged, not surprised by Batman's whereabouts at all, and seemed to only regard Batman's words and actions as a trick for an eight-year-old child to ask for candy, "Then you can keep your eyes open, shall we There will be opinions—'what you say is what you say, and it's up to you. (*1)'" He smiled at Batman with a fake kindness, and didn't seem to care about Batman's response, because he immediately nodded his head turned away.

"If you have no objections," he paused for a few seconds, as if he wanted to show his politeness enough to prove his self-cultivation without realizing how embarrassing the situation was, "the first Bureau, start."

He said that heroes other than Batman suddenly felt as if there was an extra piece of thick and rough cloth in front of them, which completely blocked the light and made them unable to see anything.

"Robins can choose, choose your scapegoat."

Batman stood in the shadows—of course, this angle was in his best interest, but it also meant that the bound Robins couldn't escape his eyes.And this is the cruelest thing for a father.But he still stands there, watching his five children scramble for a dead title, including even Jason, but the news doesn't make the corner of Batman's lips relax an iota.

He shifted his gaze to the followers of the Fairy Tale Queen who seemed a little excited since the game started, silently thinking about their purpose—it seems, just want to see them collapse?

"...Okay, the judges can open their eyes." The manipulator Alfred waved his hand excitedly, but he didn't ask the Robins to close their eyes again.Same hobby as clowns.Batman thought, trying to control his erratic heartbeat, but the faster and faster heartbeat clearly proved that he couldn't.

"Choose that poor bird. Heroes," said Alfred pointedly, with a look of glee. "Keep your eyes wide open and let me count. You can discuss now, But after a while I can't guarantee that someone will suddenly find themselves without a mouth."

Having said that, none of the heroes wanted to speak first, as if someone had tied their throats with a rope.They stood rigidly in place, each trying to twist their necks inconspicuously to the left, as if the Batman on the right was a demon.

"Obviously me." The red hood on the second cross suddenly broke the weird silence, pursing his lips and pretending to be dismissive, strangely, Alfred didn't stop, "You can't choose that Stupid Nightwing, because at least he can stay for Batman to collect the body, and the others, obviously adults don't need children to intervene, don't they?"

"It seems that you are much older than us." The current Robin said sarcastically, "Or, how much nobler do you think you are than us?"

"Robin." Ye Yi looked at the displeased Robin, and Batman could even see the anger in his eyes, "You shouldn't say such things."

"Cut." Robin turned his head disdainfully, but he didn't know whether he was using this to express his contempt and resistance to his brothers, or simply didn't want to listen to Ye Yi's words-but in fact, he turned his head By the time it was over, not just Nightwing—everybody had shut their mouths, because the vile host had already pretended to announce: "Voting, first mockingbird—Dick Grayson!" His face The smile on his face was exaggerated, as if he wanted to convey his joy to others-but Batman felt that he lost his breath for a moment.

a ruse.Batman thought, but just for a split second.

Batman and Bruce Wayne, definitely, literally opened his eyes.

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"It seems that things have become easier." Fake Alfred yawned pretentiously, as if he was convincing the heroes that this was just a boring little game with practical actions.But he didn't get what he wanted, even if he thought about it with his toes, he couldn't count the heroes' state as relaxed at the moment.He didn't seem to mind that, though, "I think we found the dead mockingbird—that's unexpected, I thought it was the second (Jason rolled his eyes fair-faced), or the last ( Damian snorts), but you chose the first one—what was he? Oh, Dick."

He smiled humbly, as if he had completely forgotten the little tricks he used to use.He was silent for a while, then changed the subject very tactfully when he realized that no one wanted to take up the topic - although the changed one was not very flattering, "Okay," he said, his face flickering He looked grim for no reason under the light of the fire, but immediately, this look disappeared quickly, "Let's start our trial now."

"Boom".Following Alfred's words, a steady and regular strange sound sounded in the long aisle. After the heroes looked in the direction of the sound, they realized that it was a man with messy hair and dressed like The footsteps of a man in a hunting suit in the middle world, with two attractive apples of almost the same color on his raised hands.

"Poisoned apple?" Martian Manhunter said thoughtfully, probably after reading the fairy tales about the Fairy Queen after her last visit.

"Tell me you don't want—he picks one of them!"

Alfred gave the Flash, who looked very bad-faced, a reassuring smile—provoking a nauseous movement from Green Lantern—pretending that he wasn’t trying to take someone’s life, “You guessed it ,my child."

All the heroes' faces were downcast.

"I guess you taught him how to spot poisonous apples?" The Flash asked with a forced smile to the dark knight next to him, who had been hidden from the beginning.

Batman didn't answer.It's not because of the uneasiness in their hearts that cannot be ignored more and more, but because they already know the answer to this question.

It's... ironic.Batman thought as he watched his adopted sons from the shadows, maybe he'd have to say goodbye to Dick again when he saw—Jason, whom he had betrayed?It seemed that the world turned around and brought him back to the original point.

Batman suppressed these negative thoughts, and began to look for other ways to rescue the Robins, but no matter which one he chose, there seemed to be hidden dangers and dangers, not to mention that Alfred was still being controlled. ...he took a deep breath, trying to be inconspicuous, and turned his attention to the cross.

Two shiny apples with dark red skins had been placed in front of Dick, but no matter which one was the key to hell, it was impossible to tell which one was poisonous and which one was harmless.

"Aha, it looks like I have to choose one?" Dick tried to glance at the heroes in the audience with a relaxed expression, but the seriousness in his eyes undoubtedly revealed his true heart, "Then——I choose the one on the right."

The man holding the apple under the cross untied the iron chain around his wrist for him with a cold expression, and stabbed the right apple in front of Dick stiffly.

Dick picked up the apple and winked at Batman, took the fruit nonchalantly, and raised it to his mouth.

It seems that time is frozen at this moment, the flickering flames and the heroes holding their breath are intertwined, as if they are fixed on a huge glass plate.But when a small piece of the apple was bitten off by Nightwing, the glass panel was shattered by Dick's suddenly stiff expression and his body falling down suddenly.

But when the heroes rushed forward with anger for a moment but were blocked by an invisible barrier, Batman squatted in front of the cross, and helped Nightwing up under the watchful eyes of the expressionless adopted sons.

It wasn't until the heroes behind him bowed their heads in grief that Bruce realized that there were water marks on Dick's face.

That's not Batman's, that mustn't be Batman's.

Bruce opened his eyes and flew towards Alfred.

A bat dart was piercing his palm.

Bruce, it's okay, it's okay. (*1)

The author has something to say:

(*1) In the comics, the Fairy Queen is Snow White's stepmother, and she mistakes Wonder Woman for her stepdaughter.

(*2) Iron shoes, in the Grimm's fairy tales, the stepmother died of exhaustion from dancing in them.

Cough cough cough, I have been planning to finish it, but I don’t have enough time. Maybe I will finish it tomorrow. You can treat it as a side story of the main text. As for the main text...Thanks to a certain blow, I have another A scrap.

At the same time, thanks to u’s previous popular science (strikes), I finally decided to attack Robin. Robin fans, please believe that, as someone from the old man’s party, I will definitely write them to death! (It's dirty) Cough cough cough, it's just a joke~ Spoiler?See Nursery Rhymes!This is a fan of fairy tales~

PS: Please don't carelessly ignore the scum!

(*1) This sentence comes from "Roc Bird" in the Grimm's fairy tale.

Cough, the update is here~ Don’t say that people are not mean~ (tsundere curling head)

This chapter is actually very informative!And the characters of the Robins.....except for the youngest and youngest, I am not too sure about the others—so welcome to point out~

The BUG of this article is also welcome to point out~

PS: Remember not to score the children’s shoes that have been graded for a second time~ Otherwise, the scumbag writers will have to clear them one by one. If you leave a message, I will be very happy~

8.21 update

(*1) It seems to be what Thomas said to the master after the death of the Wayne couple in the movie.This sentence seems to be better in English?

Almost done.......maybe?Why do I have to write this episode for so long... Tomorrow, I will reopen a chapter to continue the episode, and then continue to update the text in it, and then the text will also start to be updated, because the school is about to start, the author will try to try one day for the episode and one day for the text. .....

After the volume written by a certain person is finished, I will put it in a short story~

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