[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

Clark: "ε=(ο｀*))) Alas~~~~~~"

He sighed for the third time tonight.

Because he didn't pay attention to controlling his super power, the exhalation was frozen breath, which immediately woke up Joward.

Joward: "???"

Did he get to the Antarctic drunk?

He was freezing cold and sneezed drunkenly.

Clark was lying sideways on the side of a large quilt, hugging the person in his arms and sighing sadly, when he saw a white hand stretched out from under the quilt, groping for where his chest was for a while.

Then a brown-haired head with closed eyes came out and stuck tightly to his chest.

Seeing that Xiao Qiao seemed to be shivering, he thought for a while, and sneaked into the quilt, wrapping the little doctor in his fluffy pajamas into his arms.

Although the little doctor has grown up long ago, the difference in size between him and the superhero still makes Da Chao feel like he has a cat wrapped in his arms.

Especially not long ago, Jerry picked up a stray cat on the street and came back.

The kitten is white with blue eyes. It is not easy to get close to at first, and it will run away when touched twice. It shrinks in the corner, and its small paws are tightly packed.

Jerry has a childlike heart, and in the end it was Clark who fed the cat.

As a result, after being cooked, it became unbearably sticky.

When Clark was working on the bed, the kitten would crawl on his pectoral muscles, smack his face with his butt, or hunker down in his arms before he would sleep.

Clark stroked the cat's head and thought, except for the butt and face, Xiao Qiao when he was sleeping was almost clingy.

So, he named the little stray cat Xiao Qiao, and Jerry disliked it too much.

He really wanted to take Xiao Qiao home to see Xiao Qiao's cat.

But in the blink of an eye, how did Xiao Qiao become a "friend's wife"?

Clark: "ε=(ο｀*))) Uh—"

Joward: "... meringue, it's cold."

No matter how strong the alcohol was, he couldn't hold his frozen breath to his face.

Joward blinked his eyelashes with difficulty, and they were covered with a layer of ice.

He was still dizzy, but he knew that the person next to him was meringue, so he subconsciously stuck his body to the other person's chest.

Clark didn't dare to sigh anymore, and lent him an arm to support him.

He picked up Xiao Qiao's hand outside the quilt and squeezed it back and forth, just like pinching Xiao Qiao's cat's pad, the hand felt as soft as it was.

The god on earth knows that he is so powerful that there are many people on earth who want to hurt him.

But he knew that the harm would never come from the little doctor in his arms.

Clark was so melancholy: "Little Qiao, will you still cling to me like this in the future?"

Joward didn't hear that.

The fingers were pinched by the other party in his hand and rubbed them back and forth, so that he couldn't fall asleep, so he pulled out his hand and stretched a little while supporting his thick chest muscles.

Clark: "I'll take Jerry on a trip together, are you still willing to go with us?"

Joward heard this sentence, opened his hazy blue eyes, and replied vaguely: "Come on. Why don't you come."

Clark: "Besides, you never offered to kiss me goodnight."

This is his biggest regret during the football period...

Joe Ward felt strange, he was drunk tonight, not meringue, why Clark suddenly became sad, as if he was going to die tomorrow...

But this is meringue, who can bear to make him sad?

So Joward said softly, "Good night, meringue. No matter what happens in the future, I am willing to be with you."

His head was already leaning on the opponent's chest, when he raised his head, his cat's lips just touched Da Chao's chin.

…almost immediately he heard the tail flick of the Kryptonian mammoth.

Clark was immediately coaxed: "Come again, kiss longer this time."

Joe Ward: "..."

Drunk and sleepy, he turned over and put his mouth on his face in a "uh~~~~~" manner.

After kissing and kissing, he fell asleep, not knowing that Clark was holding up his phone and snapping selfies.

Clark finally settled a regret in his heart, and he was overjoyed.

But after thinking about it, he couldn't just care about his own happiness. His good comrade-in-arms, Batman, was still thinking about Xiao Qiao in the cold Bat Cave.

So the kind-hearted Kryptonian took a few photos of what he thought was the cutest appearance of Xiao Qiao, and sent them to the bat.

Bats don't have Joe tonight, maybe they can only rely on photos for comfort.

Clark: "Bat, this is Joe who offered to kiss me goodnight. He's really cute, and I understand why you like him [picture]"

Clark: "Haha, it crawled on me when I fell asleep. My little Joe cat also has this problem [picture]"

Clark: "He was talking in his sleep, guess what [picture]"

Clark: "Little Joe's lips are really special, aren't they? [Picture]"

Clark: "It feels so soft when I kiss :D"

In the early morning, the Batcave.

Afu: "..."

Afu: "..."

Ah Fu: "Master. I strongly recommend that you choose between putting down your phone and buying blood pressure medicine in bulk."

The Dark Knight turned his back to him, silently looking at his phone.

He had just silently picked up the phone that had smashed the screen, and his pointed bat ears seemed to be flipping backwards, like cat ears that had become angry from embarrassment.

He was so jealous, but he still couldn't help it, and wanted to see more of the little boy's sleeping face.

The old housekeeper sighed and closed the door of the equipment room.

Outside, in the Batcave, Robin is changing his uniform from his night watch and getting ready to cuddle his cub cub for bed.

Ah Fu whispered: "If you can stop the night patrol, you will recover faster. In this way, the day when you can meet Xiao Qiao will be closer, won't it?"

He stepped forward to remove the bat armor from his master, and then opened the exoskeleton armor inside.

The exoskeleton acts as a scaffold and is controlled by brain waves.

The exoskeleton in the bat armor is very precise, even if the user can hardly move freely on half of his body at the moment, the exoskeleton armor can still be like a mechanical skeleton on the hands and feet, allowing the user to punch and fight seemingly unscathed.

When Alfred took off the exoskeleton armor on Batman's left leg, he tore off a bloody piece.

The vicious and loyal old butler stopped moving.

He crouched by his master's legs and sighed.

Batman looked at his phone and whispered, "That's weird. I don't feel any pain at all."

Alfred: "Love, sir, love. Stronger than the strongest morphine, stronger than the most addictive stimulant."

No one knew what happened to Batman who went out that night with only a bat dart.

When he came back, his expression returned to his usual calm and sharp appearance, like a cold scalpel.

Half of his body was shattered, and the bat armor barely kept his flesh, but it inevitably shattered the bones in his body.

There are three more people in the Batmobile.

Agent Will Graham, his wife, and his child under ten.

Alfred knew the bright Agent Graham.

Back then, he was the one who lifted off the ogre's human skin mask and threw the demon into prison with his own reasoning and evidence.

But now, Agent Graham, who has been missing for nearly a year, doesn't look like him anymore.

He doesn't even look human anymore.

"The clown is still alive."

The Dark Knight whispered.

His palm was tightly clutching the little boy's throat, and blood was gurgling out from the gap in the glove, until Ah Fu quickly brought the first aid equipment in the bat cave.

There is blood everywhere.

The Batmobile is nearly drenched in blood, two-thirds from the family of three and one-third from the Dark Knight.

Ah Fu muttered to himself: "Oh my God."

He was thankful in his heart that he had coaxed Master Dick to sleep in advance.

The Dark Knight calmly handed the wounded to him, climbed out of the Batmobile himself, and fell straight down in a pool of blood.

Ah Fu: "—Oh my God, sir."

He knew that the master was looking for trouble with Hannibal, but the first thing he said when he came back was the clown.

A creepy guess began to take shape in his mind.

But as long as Batman doesn't tell, he can really keep a secret in the coffin.

Now he just looked indifferent, took off the exoskeleton equipment on his body, and then masochistically looked at the photos sent by Clark that made him so angry that he had high blood pressure.

The little prince fell asleep.

Far, far away from darkness and blood.

Batman: "I remember it's not long before the anniversary of the Gotham bombing."

Ah Fu: "Yes, sir. This is one of the reasons why I hope you stop the night patrol and recover from your injuries. It is also the anniversary of the death of Xiao Qiao's parents, maybe he will need you."

Batman thought for a moment.

Batman: "You're right. I'm suspending daytime business."

The old butler sighed again, and helped the master remove the exoskeleton armor on his back.

Batman consulted him: "Food, should I tell him that on days like these, it's better to celebrate their presence than to mourn and self-torture?"

After he finished speaking, he froze for a moment.

With his back to Ah Fu, he dismantled the armor, and he didn't see the old housekeeper's body shaking violently, almost shaking out the gauze in the medical tray.

The white-haired butler didn't say anything, put down the tray steadily in his hand, took out a handkerchief, and quietly wiped the corners of his eyes.

so many years -

so many years.

Ah Fu watched the young master of the Wayne family grow up, watched him bury himself before he was 8 years old, watched him struggle and crawl countless times in the dark night, watched him tie himself up in Gotham almost like masochistic. on the cross.

After so many years, he finally heard Bruce say this with his own ears.

He saw the master's eyes at the moment.

Soft enough to soften everything.

The heart of the dark knight is always like a dark and cold fortress, surrounded by hard thorns;

Swords and arrows do not soften them one iota, nor do gunpowder and poison gas.

But no one knows that these thorns are actually very afraid of sweetness in private.

A dull little prince passed by here, fell down, and poured sticky sugar juice.

squeak.

The thorns were accidentally full of small flowers.