[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

More than a month after the superhero disappeared, Joe Ward picked up a creature that looked like Batman.

To say they look similar is actually a bit of an exaggeration, but in fact they don't resemble each other at all.

The Batman who was captured by the surveillance camera and published on the headlines of the newspaper was a man with broad shoulders and long legs, with muscles like a beast.

He came out day and night, using the fear from the depths of the human heart to fight against the fear brought to the people by violence from the evil forces.He is the shadow at the bottom of Gotham, the last bottom line of that fragmented city.

As long as he is there, Gotham will never sink.

... Joe Ward looked at the chubby little bat lying in the guinea pig's nest, lost in thought.

After shooting him a dart, the little bat in the belt gurgles and passes out.Joe Ward lifted his little cloak, only to find that the back of the little bat was full of knife marks with deep bone visible.

After suturing him, Joward carefully measured his length with a small tape measure, which was 188mm, about the length of an adult male palm.

He didn't look like a scaled-down human, because his body was round and his hands and feet were so short that Joward wondered if he could scratch his back.

The pointy ends of the little bat's gloves were spread out unconsciously, like two little claws.Joward poked his paw with his finger, but there was no response.I poked his butt, very, very Q bomb...

The empty guinea pig cage in the clinic was just right for him.

Joward put on a heat lamp for him.Think about a cheap cat in the clinic, just outside the guinea pig cage, a layer of dog cages were placed, and two empty locks were hung.

After returning from a meal, the two locks were gone, and the guinea pig cage was empty.

Joe Ward: !

He subconsciously broke the mouth of the cheap cat.The cheap cat woo woo, kicked and gnawed while holding his hand.

"Because I'm Batman."

It was the same low, hoarse male voice.Just listening to this sound, Joe Ward can have a dozen intracranial orgasms.

He looked back full of anticipation, and on the coffee table under the bloody sunset, there was a small black ball with pointed ears.

Batman, who wrapped himself in a ball with a cape, moved, revealing his short legs under the cape.The ball approached Joe Ward and said, "Because I'm Batman."

Joward: "...You're batman?"

Little Bat: "Because I'mbatman."

Joward: "Are you... really Batman? The one in Gotham? Why did you become like this?"

Little Bat: "Because I'mbatman."

Joward: "I know, I know, so why are you like this??"

The little bat paused, looked up at him, and spoke a little faster this time: "Because I'mbatman."

Joe Ward: "I said I knew..."

Little Bat: "Because I'mbatman?"

They both fell silent at the same time.

This level of talking between chicken and duck, Joward certainly realized that something was wrong——

He can't be... that's all he can say, right?

The little bat dragged his cloak around the table.When Joe Ward was still confused, he had already stretched out a pair of bat claws from the cloak, and took out a pen from the pen holder on the table.

Joe Ward: ...Yes, of course.

Joward tore off a leaflet, smoothed the corners thoughtfully, and spread it in front of the little bat.

The chubby little bat had a little difficulty holding the pen, but he still supported his body, hugged the pen with both hands, and began to write and draw on the paper.

Joe Ward lay on the coffee table and watched.Seeing him like this, Erha in the clinic ran over, resting his chin on the coffee table, and watched the little bat write with great interest.

The bat ball seems to be written seriously, but for some reason, in Joward's view, there are only a bunch of ghost characters on the paper.

Batball looked up at his bewildered expression, then looked down at his own paper, and decisively threw away the pen.His claws fumbled around his belt, and pulled out a small hookgun.

Joward was startled: "Where are you going?"

Despite becoming only the size of a palm and having a particularly Q-bombed butt, Batman still does his own thing.He shot an ultra-thin steel rope with a "swoosh" and flew to the computer at the cash register.

This probably caused his wound. Joe Ward could only see that when the black ball hit the ground, it staggered and failed to stand still. It rolled forward twice, very elastic.

The 188mm bat ball got up as if nothing had happened, moved the mouse back and forth, and clicked on the text tool on the desktop.

Then he climbed onto the keyboard and started patting the different letter keys with his claws.

Joe Ward waited almost 10 minutes before he saw the bat ball stop.He leaned over to look at the desktop, and in the opened document, there were only rows of "Because I'mbatman."

He sighed.

Seeing him sigh, looking up at his bat ball, he dragged his cape and climbed down from the keyboard, and began to pace slowly in circles.

Joward said, "Can you nod and shake your head?"

Batball stopped, looked up at him, and nodded.

Joward: "So, you really are the Batman of Gotham."

nod.

Joe Ward: "For some reason it became what it is now."

nod.

Joward: "Reversible?"

He climbed onto the keyboard and typed a question mark.

Joward: "Irreversible or not yet clear?"

Batball stretched out his claws and made a "2", the second situation.

Joward: "Is this the case with any other superheroes?"

There was a question mark.

Joe Ward looked at the two question marks on the screen, and a strange and complicated feeling came to his heart at this moment, belatedly.

Joward said softly, "What can I do."

This time Batball didn't question him, wrapped in his dark cloak, just looked at him quietly, as if thinking.

They tried almost every means of communication available.Intercepting recordings, communicating with gestures, holding the alphabet and asking Batman to point at Joe Ward to write, all of which don't work.

Just like some kind of forbidden words, any complicated information will be hardened into "Because I'mbatman" in the end-Joward almost vomited after seeing this sentence.

"Want something to eat?"

Joe Ward asked.

A palm-sized bat ball stuck to the side of the half-open drawer, and Doudou stared at the messy paper and pen without making a sound.

"Eat some."

Joward had to ask and answer for himself.

When he knocked on the food bowl, the whole clinic seemed to be in full swing.

Relying on his long legs, Erha, who loves to pick things up, passed a row of cats and dogs without any pressure, and inserted his dog's head into the food bowl first, and the other dogs had to pick up the dog food that flew out.

The cats disliked it very much, and pushed the food bowl with cat food farther and farther away.

The lame golden retriever is always the last to reach the food bowl.It circled around a circle of excitedly flicking tails, but it really couldn't squeeze in, so it had to lie on one side, blinking its wet black eyes, waiting to pick up some leaks.

Only by letting the group of cats and dogs eat first, Joward will have time to cook for himself.

So, what do bats eat—?

Joward forced himself to look away from the guinea pig food on the shelf.

Then he forced himself not to look at the feed flies in the cage.

He made himself and Batman a light pumpkin soup, fried chicken with apricot sauce, sweet peas and a little mashed potatoes.

The pumpkin is deliberately cooked so glutinous that you hardly need to chew it when you swallow it. It slides down your throat along with the warm and sweet soup.

Joward looked back for the bat ball stuck to the side of the drawer and found that the black ball was gone.

There is only one little cihua cat, which is less than full moon, squatting beside it and calling.

This raccoon cat is the last stray cat sent by Spider-Man before he disappears.At that time, it was frozen in the frozen water of the sewer, and the little spider almost dug it out.

He covered the small group of ice cats on the chest of the spider suit, and rushed to the clinic for help.

"Doctor, doctor, look at it, it's going to die, it's going to die—!"

Little Lihua survived tenaciously, and then became the most chatty cat in the clinic.

It's not like a cheap cat that beats whoever it sees. On the contrary, the little raccoon dare not mess with anyone, its ears are drooping, and it walks on tiptoe.

At first Joward thought it was always barking because it was hungry or because it missed its mother, and it was stuffed in the bed at night when it went to bed, but later it was discovered that it was not, it simply liked to start its speech on something.

Just like it is now, Little Lihua squatted next to the half-open drawer, poked his head inside for a moment, pulled it out again, and meowed—meowed—in a long voice at Jovodella.

Joe Ward couldn't help but open the drawer and saw that the bat ball fell onto his Billy King magazine, motionless, and fell into a piece of bat cake.

He carefully picked up the unconscious bat cake, and sure enough, the guy's wounds began to ooze blood again, the cloak behind him was wet, and his hands were red when he touched it.

The little milk raccoon leaned over to have a look, but didn't dare to touch it. He raised his head to look at Joward, and said childishly, "Meow~~~~↗~~~→~~↘~~↗?"

Joward: "Can't eat, hot mouth."

He put the bat ball into the guinea pig's nest again.

This time Joe Ward changed him to a brand new guinea pig cage, which is a large transparent acrylic box with a wooden house with a roof and a ball drinking fountain, because it is available for hamsters, and it also comes with a large running cage. wheel.

Joe Ward took the roof off and filled the house with sterilized cotton and cloth.

Putting people in cages all the time, he really doesn't mean anything else, this is the only way to keep the bat ball from the paws of the cheap cats.

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When Batman woke up, it was already midnight.

He is often injured, and most of the time he survives with his physical fitness and willpower. It is really rare for him to be in a coma several times.

He got up from a pile of soft cotton cloths, and the wound on his back was bandaged again.Two heat lamps hummed outside the cage, and beyond that were small, shallow bowls of sweet peas and soup with transparent covers turned upside down.

There was a note in the guinea pig's nest, the writing was very small so that he could read it clearly.

"I'm sleeping on the sofa, please wake me up and heat it up."

There is a mobile phone next to it, and the interface is the alarm clock ringtone setting.

Batman turned his head and saw that the pet doctor was indeed sleeping on the sofa not far away.He was wrapped in a blanket, with one, two, three, four, five or six cats on his body, and his sleeping position seemed to be a bit painful.

He quietly opened the door of the guinea pig's cage and walked towards the small bowl.

Losing his originally vigorous body like a leopard, and replacing it with this spherical torso whose legs can hardly support it, even Batman needs a period of time to adapt.

Not to mention he still has serious injuries on his back.

The sound of piercing sounded in my ears!

Batman whose agility reached 999 all the way, his body started to move before his brain could catch up.

He drew the frozen bomb from behind while jumping, but stopped before swinging it out.

Where he was originally standing, a cow cat with four paws on the snow was quietly crouching and watching him.

The reaction speed of cats is about 60 milliseconds.

Batman wasn't going to bother with it.He put the freeze bomb back, and took out a bottle of cat repellant from his belt.

Never doubt the type of items in Batman's belt, after all, he was the man who took out shark repellent in the 60s and became a meme.

The cheap cat's pink nose twitched, as if it was not happy.But the smell of cat repellent was so strong that it had to start backing away.

Batman held the cat repellent in one hand, and removed the transparent cover of the food on the table with the other.Even the pungent spray smell in the air couldn't mask the sweet aroma of pumpkin soup and sugar snap peas.

He really needs to replenish his energy.

The slap-sized Batman thought to himself, looked at the pumpkin soup, and then took out his belt with his paw.

...Even if it is Batman's belt, there is no way for him to take out a spoon at this time.

So he set his sights on finely chopped chicken in apricot sauce.

It was cold, but the chicken looked so pretty with the sauce, maybe—maybe he could poke it with a toothpick.

The smell of the chicken overwhelmed the smell of the cat repellant, and he was beginning to feel a pang of hunger in his stomach.

He took two steps towards the chicken plate, then stopped instantly.

The cheap cat was squatting beside the plate, with a white cat's paw leaning on the edge of the plate, and the cat's eyes were looking at him.

Handy cat: stare at——

Batman, who hadn't spoken for a long time, didn't speak after discovering that the vet couldn't understand his own language.

Batman: "...No."

The cheap cat pushed the plate to the edge of the table again.

The cheap cat tilted his head and stared at——

Batman: "...Stop."

In the silent clinic, there was the sound of a huge porcelain plate breaking.

Joward rolled off the sofa in shock, throwing one, two, three, four, five and six cats on him in a mess.

What most people don't know is that Batman has a list of bad criminals on his mind.On this list, Joker, Bane, Poison Ivy, and more are named.

However, for a long time to come, the first place on his worst list will be occupied by a cow cat with four paws on the snow.