[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

Joward brushed his teeth and listened to the morning news on the TV.

What kind of criminal gang is celebrating its 70th anniversary on the ruins of the Fulian Building, the ball on the top of the Planet Daily building can no longer be kept, and several buildings in Gotham have been blown up to the sky.

Anyway, it feels like nothing good has happened in a long time.

He spat out a mouthful of water and turned off the TV.

Two seconds later, he heard the host's painful voice again.

Looking back, a bat ball was poked on the remote control and was using his claws to go back and forth to the station.

The bat ball was tuned to a channel, and Wayne Manor, which had been captured and became a stronghold, flashed across the screen.The talents of Arkham are enjoying this ownerless luxury manor wantonly.

Without the slightest fluctuation on his face, he switched to the next channel and saw the Gotham Police Station in ruins.

The look in those peas eyes became dignified.

He touched his belt.He checked last night, and there's nothing wrong with the vehicle's remote drive system.He could have the Batmobile come silently if he wanted to.

Too many things are needed.He needs his weaponry, his R&D tools, his suit stockpile, his intelligence center—in other words, he wants his Batcave.

There is also the most critical point: to confirm the safety of Ah Fu and Gordon.

"Have breakfast."

There was the sound of Dangdang knocking on the food bowl in the clinic, and Batball watched with a blank expression as thousands of horses galloped through the clinic again.

The little doctor with drooping blue eyes took care of his cats and dogs, and walked towards the bat ball on the tea table with the dinner plate: "Today's breakfast, I have chopped it up for you."

Batball still had no expression on his face, his mind was spinning rapidly.

Gotham is at stake, and there's no time for breakfast.

Joe Ward: "Onion and bacon hash browns, don't they smell good?"

He waved the plate in front of the bat ball, and the potato cakes fried until golden were mixed with the sweet smell of onions, which made the children next door cry.

A true fighter should look his best at all times.

Batball was thinking like this, while chewing the potato cake in his mouth expressionlessly.

The tableware of the bat ball has been upgraded by the careful little doctor.

Joward had been rummaging in the attic of the clinic for a while last night after beating up the cat.

He remembers the Lego toy boxes his parents bought when he was a child, all piled up in the attic sundries.Because of the high price, even though he had grown up, this box was not easily thrown away.

Sure enough, he dug into his toy box, and in the toy box, he found a whole set of toy tableware.

Today's breakfast - potato cakes cut into small pieces, was served in a small gay purple toy bowl.Batball held a flamboyant pink spoon and ate the bowl expressionlessly.

Joward squatted beside the coffee table for a while, looking away, not to let himself laugh out loud.

He didn't let the bat ball into his room last night.

On the walls of his room, there are pictures of superheroes, most of them Batman.

In magazines, newspapers, screenshots and prints, the oppressive dark knight in the picture, the muscular lines under the cloak, looks fierce and sexy in the dark night.

Yes, he is indeed an out-and-out superhero fan-or Batman's fault.

During the summer vacation when he was 17 years old, he followed his parents to Gotham to find his uncle, and caught up with the worst serial bombing in Gotham in ten years.

Half of his body was buried in the rubble, and with teary blue eyes, he was forced to witness the cruel scene of Batman unilaterally hanging and beating 10 gangsters.

The 17-year-old Joward is still a little lamb who knows nothing about the world and can only read. Even if he knows that he is the famous Dark Knight, he will still be scared when he sees him beating people like a tiger.

This fear reached its peak when the bloodied dark knight lifted him up with one hand.

Joe Ward, 17, on the verge of tears: "Sir, I'm not with them..."

The man whose face was half hidden in the darkness did not speak.

He looked at Joward's bleeding legs, grabbed the opponent's waist with one hand and hugged him, and took out the grapple gun with the other hand.

"Hold my neck."

The husky subwoofer poured in almost against the pierced ears, burning poor Joe Ward dizzy.

The grappling gun spit out a strand of steel rope with a "swoosh", Joward subconsciously hugged the opponent's neck, and fixed his eyes on the opponent's pair of pointed ears foolishly. .

That horrible night, what remains in my memory now is only the whistling wind of Gotham, the light spots of buildings passing by under my feet, the man's deep and hoarse voice, and the man he clings to, following The hot chest muscles with a slightly vibrating heartbeat.

Seventeen-year-old Joe Ward has a good-looking and innocent face. He could have asked the campus queen at the prom and made a big splash.

But when he returned to New York, he found that he had been ruthlessly bent...

At this turn, 5 years have passed.

Until now, he still has a soft spot for men with strong muscles and quiet words.

but……

Joe Ward looked at Batball, who was eating hash browns, his cheeks bulging.The Lego toy spoon is still too big for him, and the bat ball can only be scooped a little at a time, and then swallow it from the edge of the spoon.

What should I say...

Seeing his image like this, there is a feeling that the illusion is instantly shattered... ==

"Because I'mbatman."

Batball stopped the spoon and said something.Joward guessed it meant thank you for the hospitality.

But when he saw the other party turn off the TV and walk towards the door, he stood up from the coffee table.

Joward: "Aren't you... going back to Gotham now...?"

Batball turned around and silently acquiesced.

Just walk back like this?Take the bus?Squeeze the subway?

Won't it be trampled into a batcake?

Joe Ward really panicked.

The clinic door clanged again.

Joward looked at the time, and it must be Erha who was picking things up again.

Sure enough, after the morning exercise, the huskies almost bounced and ran back.It bounced around Joward twice, and spit out a red, blue and blue object into his hand like offering a treasure.

It's soft and soft to the touch, and its shape is not much different from that of a bat ball.

Joward: ...again!

Now the bat ball can't go.

He came over with a small cloak, and stretched his head to study the small thing in Joward's hand.

This one didn't look like much at first glance, because the whole body was blackened by the fire, and it was obviously injured.

Joward dipped his fingers in some cold water and wiped the dark mass on his face, revealing the blue hood and the eye-catching five-pointed star on the hood.

He seemed to be awakened by the cold water, his black hands and feet struggled twice in the palm of Joward's hand, blinking his blue peas, and said weakly:

"Lan... Language..."

Batball: "BecauseIambatman?"

"...Language!"

Captain America!

...Wait, why are the language settings of these little super-english ones more weird than the other? ?

Captain America's face was dirty, and one of the little wings on the hood flew away, which can be said to be very embarrassing.

He struggled to get up in the palm of Joward's hand, looked around, and then looked at his own hand, the small open hand was empty.

Captain America: "...Language?!"

Batball: "BecauseIambatman."

Captain America: "Language..."

The American team sat in Joward's palm, with a small wing on his head, looking very dazed.

Joward softened his voice: "...What's wrong, I can't find Dundun?"

…It’s not his fault for speaking like this. Most human beings will subconsciously choose to communicate in a childish way when they face young creatures of the same kind—or similar creatures.

Captain America and Batball looked up at him at the same time.

Bat ball: ▼_▼

US team: qxq

...Well, although he couldn't understand their language, but looking at the expression of the US team, he felt that he guessed it right.

Batball went to fiddle with the collar of Erha, who loves to pick things up. God knows what he was doing on it.

Joe Ward performed his duties as a half-doctor without complaint, checking the US team over and over again.Sure enough, the super soldier had the upper hand. The knife wound on the back of the bat had to be changed three times a day, and the burned flesh on Captain America had begun to heal naturally.

However, Captain America's arm appears to be broken.

Pet clinics don’t have X-rays and professional equipment, and Joe Ward doesn’t know if the super soldier will have crooked bones. In short, he used a small piece of gauze to wrap the left hand of the US team like bandaging a broken bird’s leg. Wrapped into a ball.

"So does anyone know what happened?"

Joward asked him softly.

Although the American team has strong recovery ability, he is much better than the bat ball.When the doctor wanted to bandage him, he stretched out his little hand to let him wrap it up, and it didn't matter if it turned into a ball.

Hearing Joward's question, he raised his dirty face, shook his head and said, "Language... Language, language! Language...?"

Joe Ward: ...

Stop being lazy and wash your face.

He wiped Captain America's face with a wet towel, but he didn't master it well, causing Captain America to fall back and fall.

He couldn't communicate with these little Chaoying, but he didn't know if it was the same between the US team and Batball.

After the initial face-to-face meeting, the US team has been walking up and down in the clinic, and even Erha has seen it in his mouth, and he should be looking for his beloved Dundun.

And after the bat ball was tied to Erha's collar, the shadow of the ball disappeared, and he didn't even eat lunch.

The American team couldn't find Dundun, and lost the only small partner who could communicate with them. Holding up their small hands wrapped in balls, they sat on a tissue box in a daze.

Although Joe Ward knows that a superhero like him is all battle-hardened and tough as iron, a daze may just be a temporary arrangement of thoughts.

But the US team now has a slap the size of a palm, their battle suit and hood are torn, a small arm is broken, and their blue eyes are blinking unhappily—Joe Ward, who has handled nearly a hundred dogs, Can't help but wonder if he needs to be patted on the head.

"I've been watching the news." Joe Ward said, "After the Avengers Building was turned into ashes, many people thought you were dead. But if you are here today, does it mean that you are all fine?"

Captain America sat on the tissue box watching him with a dazed expression.

"Language...?" He said uncertainly.

Joe Ward simply observed the words and expressions and made guesses. Based on the context of his expressions, tone, and movements, he guessed what the US team might be saying: "Did you know that the Avengers Building ceased to exist a month ago?"

Captain America was stunned again.

The upright and gentle Captain America, after becoming this body shape, every time he has a bewildered expression, he looks like a hamster ball that has eaten something and dropped its seeds, and suddenly fell into chaos.

Joward, a petty citizen, doesn't understand the matter of their superheroes. At this point, Joward can only touch each other's shoulders with his fingers and say, "Everything will be fine. Anywhere I can help, I am willing to help unconditionally."

Although the US team was very depressed, he still nodded obediently and thanked him with a smile.

US team: 0v0

Joe Ward was hit in an instant.

Damn it, I used to only see him in newspapers and news, what kind of cookie attribute is the real US team.