[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

Joward poked his head out of the attic window and gently mopped the messy brown hair with water.

But he touched the dark and wiped too much water.

So under the hazy moonlight, half of the brown-haired head that silently sticks out of the window looks like a wet cat instead.

The Gotham Knight who is struggling to appeal to sex appeal: "..."

It took a little effort for him to retract the bat's paw that was reaching for the wet kitten, and put it silently in his cloak.

After all, Joe Ward still couldn't bear to stuff the small tin can under the quilt.

Especially the little tin can is still conscientiously spraying him with moisture.

After thinking about it again and again, he just quietly put the small iron can robot on the side of the cat climbing frame, facing the nest of Neptune Ball.

Then the levitation cloak floated over very sensiblely, wrapped his legs and buttocks silently, and lifted the little doctor to the attic window.

Maybe it's because of the little note from the big bat, he always feels like he's sneaking around doing bad things...

So I was super nervous, and while floating up, I kept checking to see if the little tin can robot looked back at him.

This is the first time Joe Ward has met Batman since returning from Wayne Manor.

The Gotham Knight sat on the roof of his house with his back to the starlight, his long legs kicking on the lattice of the attic window, it was a big black lump, and his cloak was spread back like the hem of a night gown.

Only the blue eyes staring at him in the moonlight, quiet and gentle.

This is a very strange psychology:

Obviously they were also comrades in arms who had been together for a long time. He played the bat ball Q bomb Q bomb Q bomb buttocks, and the bat ball also saw him dirty and sloppy after completing tasks, and they both felt that there was nothing wrong.

But once Batman suddenly opened his mouth—oh, he didn't speak, he just confessed with his mouth (physical meaning)—Joe Ward felt that something was wrong.

Why is my hair so cat-like?

No matter how you comb it, you can't comb it out of shape.

How can you come out in pajamas?

He should still change into that nice black suit.

And he suddenly felt that his complexion was too pale.

The most respected male skin color in the United States is a healthy wheat color.

The public always dislikes boys with milky whites.

This feeling of self-diss is too depressing.

For a split second, he wishes Batman never said that liking with his mouth (in the physical sense).

His big heroes are good everywhere, why is his vision so bad?

Joward half leaned out of the window, his blue eyes looked down at the long, strong legs that were kicking on the window lattice, but he didn't dare to look at him.

He whispered: "You..."

Batman looked into his blue eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

As a result, it was sour when he opened his mouth: "Why don't you stay at the captain's house? I guess you will not want to leave."

Joe Ward: "..."

Excuse me, goodbye...

The levitation cloak has a certain ability to perceive emotions, anyway, it doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong, hearing that he wanted to say goodbye, he wrapped the little doctor who had just exposed half of it and floated down.

The man reacted super fast, and immediately bent over and hugged the little doctor.

Once you hug her, you won't let go.

As a result, Joward was suffering. The levitation cloak and the big bat were like a tug-of-war. One hugged up and the other pulled down. Only Joward in the middle tugged at his pajama pants.

Joward was anxious to death: "My pants, my pants are going to fall..."

Batman suppressed his voice: "Shhh. This came secretly, so the voice should be softer."

Joward: "??"

What does it mean to come secretly? ?

He lifted his trousers with one hand, and grabbed the cloak behind the big bat with the other.

As soon as he grabbed it, the levitation cloak stopped immediately, and then lifted the person up with his buttocks again.

So it sent Ruan Ruan Tian, ​​a little doctor, into the arms of Gotham Knights.

Joe Ward: "..."

Now he is sitting on the big bat legs.

He was still holding on to his cloak, not knowing when to let go, and whether he would roll off the sloping roof if he let go.

He listened to the soft breathing of the man in his ear.

The voice seemed to have its own warmth, burning from the pinnae of his ears to the collar of his collar.

Bat: ...the leg hurts.

His little boy was just sitting on his injured leg.But he was going to die without saying it.

Joward froze and couldn't react, and didn't know that the cunning bat stretched its legs down quietly, hooked its toes on the window handle of the attic, and closed the attic window slowly and quietly.

That way, the roof is entirely theirs.

Under the starlight, the little doctor couldn't see the color of his face, but the man guessed it should be flushed.

Because those blue eyes are like a lake filled with moonlight, wet and shining.

The introverted little doctor was almost dying of embarrassment, even the body leaning against his chest trembled a little, and even the light-colored eyelashes stained with moonlight couldn't stop trembling.

Joward: "You, you just dress like this... It's not that, it's not that you can't approach me as a superhero..."

Batman: "I'm on the night watch. Would love to see Snoopy."

Joe Ward was even more embarrassed: "...Don't call me Snoopy...!"

But the bat is telling the truth.

Because if Joe Ward would raise his head even higher, he would see the Batplane hanging dangerously on the other side of the roof.

The kind that is likely to fall down and smash the street lamps.

But he obviously wasn't in the mood to look.

Because he was thinking about how to respond to the bat who broke the night watch principle for him.

He didn't talk directly to the little spider, but he thought that his avoidance had indeed given the little boy an answer:

Little Spider is too young and too good.

Peter is so good, he deserves to be loved by a more innocent lover, instead of sharing the darkness of Hannibal and the clown with himself.

He even thought about the long, long time for the little spider.

If there is a future, he can still be alive, quietly guarding the clinic like now, living slowly.

Maybe one day, when the little spider comes to deliver the stray cat, he will hold another person's hand and come together.

And at that time, it was enough for him to smile and bless.

Blessed with a new life for Peter.

And bless him for getting rid of his own mud.

But the same reasoning cannot be applied to the Dark Knight.

He is mature, stable, decisive, and not emotional.

As long as it is his decision, it will never be wrong.

Bat saved him.

The bat has seen him in the worst form.

Bat knows the darkest abyss of his heart.

And in the end, the bat chose him.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the bat's direct telepathy that day, he might have thought that the big bat had taken the wrong medicine and lost its mind...

Joe Ward: "I-I-I..."

Batman has been looking at his trembling long eyelashes for a while, before replying: "Huh?"

Joe Ward: "You... what do you want me to do? I don't know anything..."

For the first time in his life, he took the initiative to propose to another man, and he was also a world-class celebrity and superhero, and his pussy lips were trembling with tension.

Does he like big bats?

He can be sure that he likes it, and he likes every superhero.

But is it more like it?

He wasn't sure and didn't think about it anymore.

Just being liked already made him feel terrified.

Unable to find the right position in the night, the wet slightly parted lips first touched the man's Adam's apple, and then retreated immediately;

Then tremblingly looked up again.

But he was still wrong.

The wet and soft lips were printed on the firm jaw.

Joe Ward: "..."

He felt that at this moment, no one in the world would be more embarrassed than himself...

In particular, there was a crisp "click" from the hand of the bat holding on to the roof——

Did he crush a brick, or burst his chimney? ? ?

He quietly touched where the bat's pointed ears were.

After I touched it, I roughly estimated the position of the mouth, and prepared to stab it with a fierce punch.

...his lips sank into the dark leather glove.

Joward: "...?!"

He backed away hastily.

If the big bat hadn't been supporting his back, he might have rolled off the roof in a somersault.

Joe Ward: "I said, I won't..."

Batman said softly, "You won't."

Joe Ward: "Hmmm..."

Batman: "—you haven't asked me to pursue you."

If it weren't for Gotham Knight's strong reason, the moment this little doctor who was not afraid of death kissed his Adam's apple just now, he might have directly pushed him into the plane.

But he noticed keenly.

It's "you wish" not "me too".

Those who are saved in suffering will have an even more inseparable dependence on the savior.

During that brief telepathy, Batman once had a lot of images in his mind——

After he loses his cool and falls into the trap of the Joker and Hannibal, he returns to the Batcave wounded and combs through Joward's memories once more.

He noticed that Joward hated the Joker, but he didn't quite hate the man named Hannibal.

The entanglement between them is so twisted and complicated that it can even be said that in the 5 years before Hannibal's arrest, Joe Ward was in a state of being ready to die for him at any time.

Hannibal is so good at this trick of slowly stepping people into the mud, destroying all self-confidence and control of a person, and then making himself the savior.

Joward's character of giving and taking and habit of lowering himself in the dust was also formed at that time.

—Did the Baltimore doctor's ruse finally have an effect on himself?

No one knows what happened to Joward's 20th birthday, which made him finally change his original intention of raising Joward.

Not even bats know it.

All of this also originated from a rescue.

But the Gotham Knights are different from Hannibal after all.

He made a decision, raised his hand, and let that soft, trembling kiss that seemed flattered to fall into his palm.

Joward: "Um... chasing, chasing?"

Batman hugged him by the waist and made him sit between his legs.

This posture has two advantages, one is that he no longer needs to press his injured leg, and the other is that due to the sloping roof, his dark cloak completely envelops the little doctor, not even his bare feet are exposed.

It was as if he had spread his giant bat wings and wrapped his little boy in them, so that no one could see them or touch them.

... He just secretly likes this sense of possession.

Batman: "Joe, don't give yourself away too easily. You are an independent and complete person, and you are still a hero that everyone likes. You have the right to choose what you want, and you can pursue the happiest. Tell yourself that you are worth it." .”

Joe Ward looked into his quiet blue eyes. In fact, he only half understood what the big bat said. He even wanted to say that among his more than 100 fans, a bunch of them were his own, and the rest were his own. miss him...

But Batman's own leadership qualities are too outstanding, and Joward can only nod if he says anything.

He subconsciously believed that the big bat would definitely arrange everything.

Joward: "I thought it was because of my..."

He pursed his lips and kept the incident from that horrible PTSD episode under wraps.

But Batman showed a thoughtful expression.

Batman: "It's just a conditioned reflex that deepens repeatedly. It's like the use of electric shocks in mental hospitals to restrain violent tendencies. Violence, like sex, can bring pleasure in itself, and the therapist makes this behavior and the subconscious 'pleasure' 'Separate, and connect with 'pain', achieving the blocking effect. It is not difficult to get rid of, just go through desensitization again and again, and reconnect with 'joy'."

Joward: "So what do I need to do?"

Batman: "You don't need to do anything. It's just that the healer needs some skills..."

Joward: "What technology?"

Batman became more and more vague: "...Superb technology."

Joward: "???"

Author has something to say: Little theater, bat: (to Tony) Got it?My pursuit is not called pursuit, but reshaping therapy.

Da Chao: Ah, so that’s the case, then I’ll come too

Team Team: Ah, so that’s the case, then I’ll come too.

Little Spider: Ah, so that's the case, then I'll come too

Winky: What are you talking about?Ah, I'll come too

bat:? ? ?