[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

... Joe Ward didn't want to get up.

It is true that the dark night can easily break through the shame, but at dawn, he suddenly found that he was ashamed to see the big bat.

Stripped naked and lay under the man, let him look at himself...

In his life, he can still do such a shameless py!

... He still proposed it on his own initiative!

The little doctor closed his eyes tightly, grabbed the corners of the pillow with his hands under the quilt, and roared a series of exclamation points silently in his heart.

Bruce tried to wake him up three times this morning - but not even the resourceful Big Bat could wake a man who was determined to pretend to be asleep.

The first time was when breakfast was served in the room.

Bruce put the delicious toast under Joe Ward's nose, shook it a few times, and listened to a series of gurgles under the quilt, which made him laugh.

"Get up, baby."

The Prince of Gotham's own wake-up call, people who want to experience it all the way from Gotham to London, unfortunately, it didn't work on the little doctor.

The second time was an hour after breakfast service.

Thinking about what happened to Joe Ward, he should have enough bed, afraid that he would be hungry for face, Bruce put down the bat computer, leaned on the bed leisurely, and patted his little butt every now and then.

"It's time to get up. Isn't there an appointment today?"

Joe Ward always thought Bruce had a penchant for hips.Otherwise, why did you pick up the quilt and start kneading it after taking two shots? ? ?

The poor little doctor endured the fear of his butt being rubbed and swollen. He didn't move when the enemy moved him, and he didn't open his eyes anyway.

For the third time, it was less than half an hour before his appointment with Hodge.

Joe Ward was anxious. He heard the sound of Bruce opening the door and going out. He quickly got out of bed, took off his T-shirt and shorts, and started looking for clothes to wear.

Then he saw Prince Gotham standing in the door, closing the door behind his back, with a half-smile on his handsome face.

Joward: "...!!"

His first reaction was to crawl under the quilt again with his little butt pouted, and was dug out by the sincere and helpless man.

"Don't hold back. Go eat your breakfast."

The Gotham Knight picked up a little doctor from the bed and walked into the bathroom to wash it.

Seeing that the young master seemed to be ready to squeeze toothpaste for him, Joward hurriedly snatched the toothbrush over, blushing, washing his face and brushing his teeth.

He was carried in barefoot, the bathroom floor of the small hotel was not very clean, and he struggled to get down again, Bruce didn't say anything, let him step on his shoe with his bare feet, and then hugged each other one by one. Kiss on the shoulder.

Joward was so ashamed that his bare skin was flushed.

"You are so thin-skinned," Bruce said with a low smile behind his ear, "When you really want to start 'treatment', do you plan to stay up for ten days and a half months, huh?"

Joward's ears were red and he was muttering, and he couldn't figure out why for a long time, and was pressed on the sink and kissed by the man who looked more and more fascinated, and the kiss made the little doctor curl up and moan.

Although Joe Ward was late all morning, Bruce still took him to the appointed place on time.

The stern director of the BAU arrived 10 minutes early, and he and Joward made an appointment at a hidden coffee shop, one of the places the FBI occasionally uses to meet with important informants.

As soon as he sat down, the place began to be cleared one after another, and a closed sign was hung on the door.

Hodge raised an eyebrow slightly.

Joward stepped in the door, wearing a peaked cap, and saw Hodge with that lively light in his blue eyes again.

This is the kind of look that Hodge sees a lot in the rookie training ground-the look of knowing what he can do for the world and eager to try.

Although in the eyes of the battle-tested FBI, this kind of Joe Ward is a bit immature, but after seeing him like a marionette in front of Hannibal, Hodge thinks this is not bad.

Joward almost trotted over to shake his hand.

A man with sunglasses came in behind him, and Hodge watched him for a few seconds calmly.

His tall body was almost twice the size of the little doctor. Even though he was wrapped in casual clothes, his body still couldn't hide his fierce muscle lines.

Judging from the forearms under the rolled-up sleeves, his muscles are not as if they were lifted in the gym, but as if they were cultivated through years of desperate struggle.

"?" Hodge asked Joe Ward with his eyes.

Joe Ward: "My...bodyguard? He said..."

The man in the sunglasses twitched the corners of his lips slightly, and wandered around the coffee shop like a bodyguard.

After turning around and coming back, he took away two police bugs and blacked out the cameras in the store.

... This "bodyguard" doesn't believe in the uncooperative style of the police, but looks familiar to him.

But Joe Ward's unreserved confession made Hodge instantly understand his approach.

Although Joward was thoughtful, he was not sophisticated enough to understand what an ability comparable to the "God's Eye" meant to the police and criminals—especially to BAU, which specializes in profiling and criminal portraits.

He is against criminals all over the world.

——If the information that he is an informant is leaked out, he will surely be hunted down to the ends of the earth.

In film and television dramas, the FBI seems to be able to kick in and arrest repeat offenders casually; but in reality, large-scale search and arrest is often the most expensive part of the police force, and it also gives those major serial murderers a chance to continue committing crimes .

But for a bug ability like "Sky Eye", shortening the search time is actually the most insignificant thing.

Hodge felt a little cold in his heart - if Joward had been more ambitious, he could have grasped all the information in the world without threshold, which is equivalent to the world's largest intelligence library.

Think about nuclear bomb codes, war intelligence... If this ability falls into the hands of the criminal king and clown, the world may be destroyed tens of thousands of times.

But the blue-eyed little doctor just drank sweet milk, slowly and little by little explained his ability clearly, and then explained a lot of reasons for wanting to work as a part-time worker for BAU, one of which impressed Hodge the most:

"I don't want to use this ability for myself—so when I want to find a guide, the first thing I think of is you."

Hodge: "Helping superheroes and mutants, maybe you can maximize your abilities."

Joe Ward: "I thought about it too. But then I was thinking... Maybe sharing your abilities with a police officer as good as you will make the credibility of order stronger. Then maybe one day, people no longer need to put all hope You can also gain a sense of security by relying on superheroes."

He was originally just a small citizen who opened a pet clinic, and he was a little embarrassed to talk about this with the elite director of BAU.But Huo Qi looked at him very gently. After pondering for a while, he said:

"Everything I've said to me today, I hope you won't tell anyone—not even Morgan and Rhett, understand?"

Joward said hurriedly, "Understood."

Hodge: "I wanted to open up a secret informant channel for you, just for the two of us to connect - but I think your 'bodyguard' has a better idea."

Bruce didn't take off his sunglasses, pulled out the chair and sat next to Joe Ward.The FBI communication channel that can be hacked by the bat computer is certainly not safe in his opinion, especially when it comes to Joe Ward, he can't even guarantee 100% of his own encrypted channel.

But the Gotham Knights looked at the FBI's steady eyes and decided to let Joe Ward do it.

— Even with superheroes, the world still needs more Gordons.

On the topic of high-end hacking technology, Joe Ward couldn't get in his mouth, so he could only sit quietly beside the man and suck his milk, waiting for the two men to finish their conversation.

After the negotiation was over, Hodge left first.

Joe Ward looks at Bruce.

Bruce looks at Joe Ward.

Then, holding the little doctor's chin, he lowered his head and ate the milk stain on the corner of his lips.

Joward: ? ! !

It's only been serious for less than a few minutes, and it's getting tired and crooked again!

Joe Ward's official business in Quantico is over, but Bruce doesn't want him to go back so early-although whether it's a team group, a private group, a hacked second-team group, whether it's football or the Premier League Yelling for a baby.

…Tony is the loudest of them all.

This guy is addicted to raising cubs, every mouthful of Qiao Bao...sounds sweeter than him!

"You've got another afternoon. Give me some more time, huh?"

Bruce threw all kinds of mobile phones with swiping screens back into his pocket, deliberately asking pitiful questions.Sure enough, his little boy immediately softened his heart, raised his blue eyes and said, "Ah Fu did the right thing... You should have given yourself a vacation long ago."

He saw that there was no one in the coffee shop, and his hand slowly climbed close to the man's hand, but he only touched it, but he didn't dare to hold it; Bruce still smiled, wrapped that hand into his big palm, and pulled it out the door .

The circumstances of the two are different, and you can feel it just by holding hands:

Bruce, a Gotham knight, has rough and dry palms, scarred by numerous cracked non-slip gloves, thick ropes, sharp objects, and pierced palms. Even after being treated twice by Joward, the palm lines are still There are years of scars left.

And the hands of the little doctor have touched the soft fluff of cats and dogs, or the elastic buttocks and bellies of balls. When they are hidden in the palm of a man obediently, it is like pinching the pads of a milk cat. Like, soft and warm.

Bruce held it in his hand and squeezed it again and again, it was quite addictive, Joe Ward struggled and refused to let him hold it.

Bruce hooked his lips slightly: "Sugar?"

Joe Ward's head was hot from being called Baby Joe now and a little sugar bun.

But when he got to a crowded place, he let go of the little sugar bag that was walking forward, and silently walked over and grabbed the corner of his clothes, as if grabbing it would give him a great sense of security.

Bruce kissed his hot head, smiled and held him back.

The consequence of shopping with a walking bank vault + detective radar is that Joe Ward's eyes cannot stay on any product for more than three seconds, otherwise the man behind will come up to write a check every minute...

Joward: "Don't buy it, don't buy it... This is really too exaggerated, the clinic can't fit the holographic cabin!"

In this era, the holographic game cabin is still a top-notch technology product. The merchant put it as a gimmick among a circle of alien computers, and specially found four security guards to separate the crowd from the game cabin.

The little doctor who loves to play games couldn't hold back, and looked around curiously.

...and then he was dragged by the man.

Bruce didn't care: "Just let me go."

His little sugar bun was still a young boy after all, if there were not a few seductive toys in Wayne Manor, it probably wouldn't be possible to keep him for ten days and half a month.

Joe Ward was in a hurry: "I'm serious... I already have the games that Uncle Tony bought, and I haven't finished playing just those..."

Bruce raised his eyebrows: "Hmm."

Hearing the name of another richest man, he hummed and laughed, and the speed of signing the check was doubled.

After signing, he handed the pen to the respectful clerk and lowered his head to coax the little doctor: "What else do you want to buy?"

——It's best to take all the things that Xiaotangbao likes to Severn Manor, and let him deliver them to his door every day.

Joward shook his head violently, embarrassingly under the envious eyes of the onlookers, he grabbed his peaked cap and ran away.

He used to always think that the big bat was a slum hero, and it took him a long time to accept him as the prince of Gotham; he didn't want to see himself in the headlines, only to find that he was a little fresh meat being kept by the richest man in Gotham... …

But Bruce told him, "You know you deserve the best."

Joward lowered his head and made no sound, only letting the man walk away with his fingers hooked.

He didn't know anything, only that he was rarely used to this in his life.

After losing his biological parents, he rarely thought about what he wanted; it seemed that he was no longer a normal person with desires, but an object that could be disposed of by fate at will.

Especially the experience of becoming an accomplice later made him feel a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart—he felt that he was just unworthy.

But now, every little idea and thought of his will be dug out bit by bit by the thoughtful man, no matter how big or small, he will take it to his heart and lead him to realize it one by one.

Bruce: "I remember someone said before, want to challenge the haunted house?"

Joe Ward: "Ah...

He thought for a long time before he remembered that he said it when he and Peter went to the amusement park together.But how did the big bat know?

Joe Ward was a little frustrated: "I have challenged and failed. Maybe I will never be able to get rid of the label of being afraid of ghosts..."

Bruce: "Well, not necessarily."

In the large shopping mall they visited, someone set up a horror room escape scene, and a staff member dressed as a zombie held a bloody sign to attract customers everywhere.

When he passed Bruce for the third time, Bruce took the little doctor straight away with him.

Joe Ward: "Playing today? Good! But first I'll see if I have a vomit bag in my bag..."

Bruce was amused by him: "I won't leave you, Joe."

He did what he said.

Joward thought he'd survive a scene -- but this one was worse than the last.He stepped in first, and when the long hair of the woman who was hung upside down spilled on his face, he jumped directly onto Bruce.

Bruce whispered: "Can you still hold on?"

Joward: "Hold, hold, hold, hold!"

Bruce is kind: "Hug."