A meow and a dog

1. The Secret of the Christmas Tree

"Bruce, are you sure you don't want to come and decorate the tree with us?" Dick said, tiptoeing and trying to hang the mistletoe from a thick, strong-looking branch.

"No, Master Dick, strictly speaking, from my point of view, let alone the Christmas tree, I am afraid that Master Bruce is eager to rush out of here." Alfred walked out of the kitchen with a tray, with a qualified face. The butler's smile was respectful and relaxed, as if the person who spoke the sarcasm just now was not him. "Some tea, Master Dick?"

Dick jumped down from the wooden stool, took the teacup with his sore arms complainingly, and said indignantly, "A whole Christmas tree! A whole tree! It's not one-half, not one-third, and it's not the miniature one that's shrunk." Version! But Bruce, you didn't do anything." The current Robin took a sip of tea very loudly, "And I bet you didn't prepare any presents!"

The man who had been sitting silently on the sofa opened his mouth, but Dick immediately saw through his idea, and followed up: "Of course money doesn't count—what can money do? I saw at least tens of thousands of dollars last night! "

Bruce keeps his mouth shut, giving up telling his adopted son that he's acting like a bluffing debt collector right now.

"I've finished baking the biscuits." Alfred who came to the rescue said, and was satisfied to find that his young master let out a sigh of relief. "If anyone wants to eat them, I put them on the dining table."

Dick immediately threw away all the previous unhappiness, and ran to the kitchen cheering.

Alfred took the remaining cup of coffee and walked over to Bruce: "If you don't want Master Dick to be nagging like this every year, why don't you decorate the Christmas tree for him?"

"I really don't want to expose the fact that he ate candy canes to his face." Bruce nestled on the sofa and replied confidently, evading Alfred's questioning as he wished.

Afu looked at the sky silently, turned his head to mourn for the young master who didn't know that his good deeds had been exposed.

2. Christmas dinner

Bruce quickly read the documents that were too complicated for ordinary people without changing his expression, as if he was not at the table where the Christmas dinner was about to be served, but his office with tall French windows above the 20th floor .

"Cough." Alfred coughed, and calmly raised his eyes to look at the alien who was expressionless but visibly nervous. "Master Bruce, I think it's time for us to have dinner. Because it is obvious that Master Dick and Mr. Shane have nothing to do at present except you."

"Then you can eat first."

Alfred raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, as if he wanted to stare at his master—can't say he was young—into the valuable wooden floor: "If I remember correctly, it's Christmas Christmas, Master Bruce, Christmas."

Dick covered his mouth to suppress his wild laughter, admiring Alfred's ability to cadence, yet be full of emotion and dramatic sarcasm.

"...Okay." After a few struggles, the master pushed the paper forward in dissatisfaction, but got a warning eyebrow from the housekeeper. "—well, well, I'll put them in the Batcave."

Probably delayed on the road for a few minutes, dinner was ready when Bruce returned to the table.

Dick was arguing with Sean about what to stuff the turkey with.Sean guessed it was chicken livers, rusks, vegetables and chestnuts, but Dick thought it would be hard baked dough, because if it weren't for dough, it wouldn't have made the chicken so perfectly puffed up without a single dent ?

Bruce nodded to the Martian Manhunter who had nowhere to go at the moment, sat down in his dining chair, and prepared to eat.

"Maybe you can change back to your original form." Alfred suggested gently, "This is Christmas, and everyone can enjoy the holiday."

The Martian Manhunter looked up at Alfred in surprise. The unique Martian emotions that are not easy to be felt by others, and the god-given talent of this race quickly appeared in him. When he slightly tilted his hand When he was sitting, his limbs began to recombine in a subtle way, and soon, an alien with a strange appearance sat on the dining chair.

"Thank you," he said.

3. Christmas gift

Bruce was woken by a noise—of course, the so-called noise was just Dick speeding—even frantically bumping his heels on the stairs, running downstairs to unwrap presents.

Although he is already awake, Bruce doesn't plan to get up now, after all, after a night of "love" with the clown last night, he just didn't have the willpower to drag the scar on his arm downstairs to see him and he wasn't interested at all one's gift.But it is impossible for God to give him too much favor. Just when Bruce calculated that Alfred would come up in a few minutes, a red, blue and yellow figure with a bunch of curly hair swished him away. The door of the room flew pale and floated above Bruce's body.

"What happened?" Bruce asked with rare patience.

Superman trembled all over, his eyes glazed over: "Lou, Louise and I broke up—"

"Then you're here because—?"

As if he didn't hear Bruce's words at all, Superman fell directly on Bruce, and stretched out his hand to press Bruce's bare/naked shoulder with a face full of disbelief: "Louis broke up with me!"

"Then why did you come here?" Bruce asks, resisting the urge to growl, not having time to notice their awkward position.

Before Superman could answer, the door was slammed open again by Alfred: "Master Bruce, it's time for you to get up—...uh, you guys continue." Then he immediately turned over and closed the door.

Bruce felt a sudden headache.

It was only at this moment that Superman realized the previous topic: "I think, Bruce, you should be very experienced." After speaking, he looked into Bruce's eyes sincerely, his face full of sincerity.

Bruce, who was furious for a while, didn't know what to say. This man ran from Metropolis to Gotham and rushed into his room, sitting on him against his will, just to ask this question?

Bruce quickly discarded a series of answers such as "you are joking", "what you said is not funny", and just when he was about to beat up the man in front of him with the kryptonite in the bedside table, Dick slammed the door inhumanely for the third time Opened: "Bruce, you actually gave me a jetpack?!—Um. You continue." Dick knocked on the door again at a speed that was not inferior to that of the Flash.

Bruce stared at Clark with a dark face, and took out the kryptonite ring without hesitation.

【—Skip the violent scenes——】

Ah, what a sunny day.Alfred downstairs sighed.

The author has something to say:

Why didn't it update on weekends? The scumbag author accidentally caught a cold and had a fever for two days, so he didn't go to class on Monday and Tuesday.The scumbag author only now knows that when the fever reaches 40 degrees, the brain is really blank!But why do we still think clearly and think about things even though our brains are blank?This makes us how to write a fever meme? ! (fall)

The most hateful thing is: how much homework do we have to make up QAQ

Hurry up to comfort the author! (lift chin)

In addition, about the last paragraph of this article... I don’t know why I turned to this point, but I always feel that if Dachao sits on the waist of the master, what a beautiful scene-let’s say The ones are pure, so don’t make up your mind [Wow——]!Say, who wants to be crooked!Serve with the whip!