Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Batman turned to Damian, giving him a disapproving look at his concealment from Talia about the Nine-Tailed Fox.

And the fox has completely restrained all the casual expressions when facing the weak. It unfolded its nine tails and hummed obediently, oblivious to the constricted look that teased Damian with only one tail yesterday afternoon.

However, Batman's palm was already on the universal belt around his waist, and he didn't mean to underestimate it at all.

Obviously, even if the body shrinks, the strange charm of the fox still exists. Its nine tails are stretched like a canopy, its fur is fluffy and smooth, and the ends seem to be shining. Eye-catching ability, if it is a peacock, the action at this moment is probably similar to opening its tail.

However, facing the deterrent tail of the fox, Batman did not feel the hostility from the other side.

Damian broke the quiet atmosphere that seemed to freeze the air, and strode towards the fox.

"Don't tilt your head at your father, and don't wag your tail at him. This disguise is so clumsy that it makes me laugh, Puff!"

Damian watched the fox submit to Batman with displeasure, frowned fiercely, pulled it into his arms forcefully, and announced, "I want to raise her."

The fox quickly noticed Thalia's tense expression, jumped out of Damian's arms, and then squatted beside the unhappy boy's legs, wrapping his tail around his ankles with a strong sense of comfort, gently clapped.

"Her? Tell me, this is not another leopard girl."

Talia looked vigilant, looked at the fox next to Aiko's legs with scrutiny, and said cautiously: "Damian, leave it to your father to deal with, now, come to me."

As the daughter of the leader of the League of Assassins, Talia trusted her vision and will very much. She saw the nine fluffy snow-colored fox tails behind the fox very clearly, and confirmed that they were real and definitely not some kind of illusion.

Under the influence of Lei Xiaogu, Thalia knew the veracity of the rumors about mutant creatures all over the world, so as a mother, she had to have feelings for this fox that suddenly appeared next to Damian under such circumstances. alert.

"Mother, of course Puff is not, I will watch her, but if given the chance, Leopard Girl will also be my prey."

Damian snorted without changing his face, looked down at the fox that had shrunk dozens of times, and very rarely did not listen to his mother, stretched out his hand stubbornly, and shouted: "Puff!"

The fox raised his head, and the humanized "I can't help you" look of doting appeared in his eyes again.

Sure enough, even with the power to tear gold and crack rocks, the fox was unexpectedly tolerant of him, so he didn't feel offended by the dart that Thalia had held in his palm or Batman's scrutiny. It was as quiet as snow The ball, let Damian docilely pick it up.

"Father, this is my fox. I raise it myself."

The boy declared irresistibly, "I know what I'm doing, but I'm capable and I understand it."

"If the League of Assassins hadn't taught you that."

Bruce took a deep look at him: "This is the first thing you have to learn, be responsible for what you say."

So 10 minutes later, Damian sent his mother Thalia away, and sat in the co-pilot of the Batmobile with his Puff.

The boy who was not qualified to drive the Batmobile folded his arms and looked out the car window, his jaw was raised a little, and he kept a cold low pressure and refused to continue talking with Batman.

And Batman obviously didn't care, he completely ignored the nine tails that the fox put on his thigh when he lay on Damian, calmly pressed the communication button with the Batcave, and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Alfred .”

The fox leaned on Damian, unconsciously pricked up its ears, and then it heard Alfred's electronically processed familiar voice from the speaker: "Yes, sir?"

"Congratulations, Alfred, the news you've been waiting for a long time, it has come true, we have a companion."

Batman held the steering wheel, his eyes fell on the map navigation, but his expression did not show much expectation or congratulations and he continued: "Prepare a room and a kennel."

The accommodation treatment took a turn for the worse, from a king-size soft bed to a fox in a kennel: "..."

"Really? It's not in vain that your poor old butler keeps talking to you every day. You see, the little Master Wayne I have been looking forward to for more than ten years has come true, but there is still one problem..."

Alfred in the Batcave was calm and unhurried: "Master Bruce, maybe as your housekeeper, it's not appropriate to ask such a question, but I really want to know, who sleeps in the kennel?"

Batman's tone remained unchanged: "Puff."

"Sounds like a lovely girl, and I'm sorry to Lord Kent for my guesswork, but..."

Alfred paused, and said very understandingly: "Okay, Master Bruce, please wait a moment, I'm going to arrange a place for the young master of the Wayne family and your new pet."

Batman: "..."

At Damian's insistence, the fox's kennel was temporarily placed in his room, although the boy's attitude seemed a little arrogant, conceited and indifferent, and his attitude towards the Batcave and Alfred was not very friendly , even with a little disrespect, but there is no doubt that his eyes have been thoroughly attracted to his father Batman.

When Alfred was dismissed by Damian in the name of pouring tea, the boy quickly began to check whether there was any surveillance or recording equipment in the hidden corner of the bedroom, and then began to make his own small renovations on the floor at the end of the bed.

His movements were quick, and it was completely completed when Alfred returned with black tea and cookies. He naturally acted as if nothing had happened, looked at the cookies on the silver tray and said : "I don't eat sweets."

"This is not for you, Master Damian."

Alfred put the black tea cup on the table, poured black tea for his difficult and arrogant little master Wayne, and when the latter frowned, he put the small saucer with brown sugar and lemon juice on the side, calmly Said: "Dog biscuits without sugar, this is Puff's ration tonight."

Damian crossed his arms, although he was not tall enough, he was very imposing, and said not very politely: "This is my fox, you can leave now, Pennyworth."

Alfred bowed slightly to him and backed away.

Damian didn't realize how many flags he had already set. He watched Alfred close the door. When he turned his head, he realized that the fox was already nibbling slowly with a cookie in his mouth. He reached out and took it. Come over and put it in your mouth together, and slowly said: "I don't quite understand him, Puff."

The education Damian received in the League of Assassins was very simple, almost only the cruel training that could turn him into a weapon, and some of Lei Xiaogu's ideas.

This ten-year-old boy can kill those who stand in front of him without hesitation. All panting creatures in the League of Assassins are his subordinates and property, so he doesn't understand why Bruce, who is a servant or housekeeper, Alf Seen as a friend and elder, Reid doesn't quite agree with some of Batman's practices, but in the short contact, he has already recognized the charm of Batman. He is as perfect as his mother said, and he is willing to try to change.

The fox leaned over and patted his wrist with its paw pad.

"That Robin uniform is really too feminine."

The boy picked up the black tea brought by the old housekeeper, and the smell of brown sugar and fresh lemon came out of the porcelain teacup. He took a sip calmly and continued: "As you have seen, it is only one piece away from a lady's dress." Lace-trimmed sun hat."

The fox squatted on the mahogany table, recalling Dick in Young Justice, wagging his tail disapprovingly.

"I don't need a effeminate uniform and a bird's name, I will get my father's approval in a fair way."

Damian looked grim: "And that Robin who was removed from the Batcave, I will let him know who is the son of Batman's blood and will inherit his name."

Obviously, maybe the little bat's paternal control gene played a role, but specifically, it was undoubtedly the attitude of Alfred and Bruce towards Dick that made Damian's militant factor of not admitting defeat completely boiled over, and he was very unconvinced.

Fox: "... oh."

Damian turned to look at the fox, frowned unhappy and said, "What's your expression, you don't believe me?"

The fox thought of Damian, who became Nightwing Robin in the midst of blood grievances. He didn't even eat the biscuits, and looked at the immature boy worriedly and complicatedly, as if he had flags planted all over his body, and each one was getting darker than the other. .

Damian didn't know why: "???"

The boy grabbed its tail angrily, and buried himself in its fur belly amid the fox's helpless expression.

The next morning, before five o'clock, Damian opened his eyes on time and got up from the bed to prepare for training.

The fox also got up from the kennel, squatted by the sink, washed his face with soft paw pads, then stood up very carefully and put his paws under the dryer.

Damian walked around the room, a little irritable and found that he didn't bring a weapon, and he couldn't find a hidden training ground, so he picked up the fox who was watching his four pink jiojio: "Puff, follow me I'm going to train."

fox:"……"

The boy turned around in the living room, stepped on the cabinet, jumped up, and took down a medieval long sword hanging on the wall panel. Judging by the workmanship and cherishment, it should be the last one or the last one. Master Wayne's Collection.

"Come here, Puff, change back to the original!"

Damian easily jumped into the craft garden that Wayne Manor used to admire, swung his long sword with the strength and skill of his training, and cut off the landscaped neck of a giraffe, and cut it off at the same time as he landed legs.

fox:"……"

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Damian simply turned around and attacked.

The fox's stature skyrocketed, hovering in mid-air on lavender fox fire, easily dodging the boy's imposing blow, then it let out a soft cry, stretched out a tail to wrap around his thin waist, and successfully let the boy He stopped his sword momentum and did not destroy the garden in the shape of a sika deer behind him.

Damian was furious: "Puff! Come again!"