[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

"...I can't believe you were living in this dump before I came here."

Sandra looked at the extremely messy room expressionlessly, feeling the urge to turn around and go back to the hospital to continue living.

"Boss, don't you invite a part-time worker to come back and clean the room?"

Sandra resisted the urge to rush out the door, turned her head and said to Tim who was standing behind in the corridor carrying luggage.

"It's good to live in some places."

The sloppy boy Red Robin said this to his teammates expressionlessly.

Sandra sighed, carefully avoided the books, small parts and Red Robin's small toys scattered on the floor, and moved into the living room through the few gaps.

Tim walked around the other party's sundries on the ground with ease, put the suitcase aside, sat cross-legged on the sofa with the computer in his arms, and started typing on the keyboard.Sandra dragged her suitcase into the room that Tim told her before, and planned to take out the newly bought clothes in the suitcase and hang them in the closet.

"I'll order takeaway later, what do you want to eat?"

Tim's voice came from the living room.Sandra thinks it's not a problem for Tim to spread everything out like this, at least the living room can't be so messy, and as for his own room, he can arrange it as he pleases.

"Do you want to eat Chinese food? I still want to eat Chinese food. I will clean up the living room later. If you have anything useful, boss, you can move it to your room, or I will throw it all away."

When she bent down, there were still some wounds on her stomach. Sandra carefully squatted down and picked up clothes one by one in the suitcase. When she looked up, Tim was already standing at the door of her room. .

"Let me clean it up, you go order takeaway, you can do whatever you want."

Tim remembered that Sandra was still hurt.It would be too inhumane for a wounded person to clean the room by himself. Although he is indeed not good at housework, but because they still have secret identities, it is really not suitable for part-time workers to clean the house. I did it myself.

"Let me do it." Sandra sighed, stood up slowly and said, "Although this is a rented house, at least it should be nicer to others. Things that can be done by magic will not bother you." Packed up. By the way, I want spicy takeaway today..."

"Don't even think about it, you can only choose between soup and light solid food."

It was only now that Tim recalled that when Sandra was learning how to control her instincts at Hogwarts and Newt, she also learned a bit of housekeeping magic.Although she can't move now, these things can indeed be solved with a single magic.

"Can't I choose two? I've been drinking soup every day for the past two days, and I almost only have soup left."

Sandra complained and took off the shirt she put on and stretched her wings. She had to be in this half-human, half-bird form to use her magic or other abilities.In human form, she is just an ordinary person who knows physical skills, and is even weaker than ordinary people because of her injuries.

"If you want to overeat and cause your stomach to leak out of the hole in your belly, I don't mind if you do it."

Tim picked up the coat that Sandra threw on the bed and put it on the hanger. Seeing that Tim didn't respond, Sandra knew that the things on the floor in the living room should not be important, even if they couldn't find them, it didn't matter. She simply lifted up the things spread on the ground according to her intuitive feeling, and then sorted them into categories so that they could stay where they should be.

Tim felt that someone was peeping into the house from outside, and Sandra seemed to feel it too, but she didn't make a sound, she just looked at Tim, saw Tim shake his head slightly, and then focused on I went back to the living room and cleaned up the ground where there was still some garbage.

"Boss, didn't you install a monitor here? Why do I always have the feeling of being stared at by others?"

Sandra rubbed the tiny goosebumps on her arms, retracted her wings, stepped on the clean ground with her bare feet, and landed on the sofa, gripping the back of the sofa and complaining to Tim.

"I didn't install the monitor, but I found a lot of other small things," Tim closed the curtains and turned on the TV, took a bag of potato chips that he dug out from nowhere, tore it open, and sat cross-legged until Sand Turning on the computer at the side, he retrieved the information he had found these days, and said without raising his head, "But since our neighbor is Captain America, it's probably understandable."

Sandra looked at Tim who didn't change his face in a daze, feeling as if she had missed something very important just now.

Captain America?Is it the Captain America I understand?Meow meow meow?

"It's the one in the Avengers you imagined, don't look at me with such a surprised expression."

Tim looked at Sandra who was making a fuss and said indifferently: "Speaking of which, what do you want to eat? Is it the soup from before?"

"No, I don't want to eat it. I want to eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge... wait!"

Sandra replied subconsciously, and then suddenly raised her voice as if she was about to explode, and then lowered her voice again under Tim's gaze, asking in disbelief: "Captain America? Why did we move to Captain America? Next door? Wouldn't our secret identity be exposed?"

"In fact, there is no difference between being exposed or not, because there is no Gotham and Metropolis in this world, there is no Superman and Batman, and there is no Sandra Thain and Tim Drake."

While calling for the takeaway, Tim connected the computer to the TV so that Sandra would not have to work hard to get close to him to watch the information on the computer screen.

"I thought you didn't get in touch with the Avengers in the first place in order to construct a safe enough secret identity for yourself. But if that's the case, why didn't you get in touch with them directly?"

Sandra curled up hugging the soft square pillow.She put her chin on the pillow and squinted her eyes casually looking at the materials projected on the TV, and asked lazily.

"Just some little habits. I have to make sure they're reliable enough."

Tim chewed on the potato chips, lazily nestled in the sofa and began to tell Sandra about the members of the Avengers.

Although Sandra has lived in Gotham for more than 20 years, her memory of the Avengers is basically blurred, but after a cursory scan of the information, she found that her vague memory began to gradually become clearer stand up.

So she didn't listen so seriously to the materials and information that Tim was talking about.

"Are you listening to me?"

Tim noticed Sandra's absent-mindedness, so he stopped talking, and turned his head helplessly to ask Sandra, who was wandering.

"Huh? I'm listening."

Sandra came back to her senses, blinked innocently, and replied innocently: "Speaking of which, boss, when will the takeaway arrive? I'm hungry."

"You also pay attention to these things yourself. I can't be by your side all the time. What are you going to do if something happens to me when I'm not here? Is it still the same as when you faced the evil bird?"

Seeing Sandra's silly expression and the bright reddish-brown eyes, Tim could only sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose, and began to wonder whether he had spoiled his team members— — After all, it’s not just Sandra, including Conner Bart, they don’t like to do their best to collect information and understand the enemy beforehand.

For the entire Titan, as long as Tim is there, these things are not up to them to solve.When the sky is falling, there are countless backup plans for Tim planb and planc. All they have to do is obey Tim's plan and act according to Tim's orders.

If something happens to the league or the junior team, there will always be a Batman to save the world.

Tim didn't try to correct Sandra's attitude. After all, they all have to act together. It's the same for her to understand sooner or later, so it's better to talk about something else.

"What do you know about their team?"

Sandra froze for a moment when Tim raised this question, then put the pillow in her arms and touched her chin and said, "It's just a temporary team...Although it depends on the long-term development of the situation, the Avengers After all, the League is different from the Justice League. They are not spontaneously organized by superheroes like the Justice League, similar to societies or some civil rescue associations. Essentially, they are a group of superheroes brought together by the official The super squad formed is like a special forces unit."

"Once a superhero is involved with the government, it's a mess. Although the team composed of the original few will have a strong relationship after going through this kind of war, I don't believe that the government will let the Avengers do whatever they want. Action or something. Iron Man who is in charge of the operation of the Avengers is not like Batman who regards the playboy as his disguise. Contradictions, maybe this kind of contradiction will also affect the Avengers."

"In short, this team still has a lot of running-in. If it wants to develop to the level of the Justice League, it is unlikely that it has not been running in for several years."

Although Sandra has almost forgotten the plot after decades of training, she still has a vague impression, coupled with her instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages as a Gotham person , Sandra still more accurately speculated about the development of the Avengers after a little bit.

After all, you can guess with your butt, Captain America will definitely not compromise with Iron Man as easily as Superman and Batman.After all, even if the chairman of the alliance is sometimes pissed off by the alliance consultant, he will hardly fight him. With superhuman ability, as long as he loses his mind a little bit, things like dead people are not just talking.There are no such big scruples between Captain America and Iron Man.

So it is estimated that there will be a lot of trouble by then, right?

Sandra didn't think so very much.

The ringing of the mobile phone made Sandra cheer up in an instant.She also restrained her divergent thinking, blinked her eyes and looked at Tim expectantly.Tim stood up resignedly, put the potato chips aside and warned Sandra: "Don't steal snacks, your current body can't eat these things."

"How can it be so serious, brother... well, I just don't eat it."

After making a joke and being stared at twice by Tim, Sandra angrily retreated into the sofa and tightened the pillow, then grabbed Tim's newly bought mobile phone and checked Twitter.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you," Tim suddenly remembered this matter, and when he was about to go out, he leaned back into the living room and said to Sandra, "There may be some When the guests come... you should pay attention to yourself when the time comes."

"...What the hell did you do!"

"It's just removing those monitors and cameras, otherwise why do you think I'm talking to you here?"

Tim squinted his eyes and smiled: "The bait has been dropped, and the fish will be hooked soon."

Seeing Tim's handsome face with a shy smile that looked like a good boy, Sandra felt a kind of creepiness again.

Fortunately, they are teammates, praise the almighty boss.