[Comprehensive British and American] No.1 grid

The battle has reached a fierce stage, and several people are tense, not daring to relax.

For a moment, the living room was terribly quiet. If it wasn't for the ticking of the second hand, one would almost think that this space was cast with the magic of time-out.

Aerys' eyes were full of worry, her pink lips trembled, but she couldn't say anything, she held the young Robin's hand and unconsciously clenched it tightly, as if she just clenched it in the dark, You can make yourself feel at ease.

But Dick didn't notice it under this burst of force. There was a sofa close at hand behind him, but he didn't want to sit down. A display that transmits images.

Not daring to set foot on the battlefield, the monitor became the only way for the two to observe real-time information.I don't know if it is the interference of enemy firepower, the screen with flashing white dots seems to be not so stable.

Amidst the smog, dust drifts and covers the world. Layers of white mist-like particles are suspended within the visible range. You can feel their existence as soon as you inhale, and the field of vision becomes even more limited. .And in this limited time, the two pairs of searching blue eyes finally found Steve's blond hair stained with a lot of powder, and Alfred's trance-like movements after perfectly avoiding the powder scattered to the sky and the earth .

Location: Wayne Manor · Sanctuary · Kitchen.

Campaign: Cookie Making.

Enemies: Flour forces and black technology cooking machines.

Taking a sigh of relief, at least he didn't mess up the butler's beloved auxiliary machine. Dick squinted his eyes and gloated at the man's embarrassed appearance. It seemed that at this time he completely ignored that the captain was the idol he once admired. Automatically comprehend a skill called "If I love you, I will hack you".

Although this move is not black, it's fine if it means something!

The young Robin, who was humming a ditty, thought so benevolently that he still threw aside the assessment he had originally planned.

Steve didn't dare to turn his head to look into the eyes of the most friendly and kind butler in the manor, for fear that the old butler who was in charge of all the food would throw himself into the howling wind as soon as he gave an order.

With a stiff body, he turned off the cooking machine that was still spinning happily. Da Bing felt that he was so stiff that he couldn't use his strength, and he didn't even know where to start cleaning.

"Hey." Alfred avoided the dust that was spread by the wind because of his walking, and pressed the button of the exhaust under Steve's embarrassed expression.

The old butler took out his pocket watch rigorously, with a silver chain and a round dial, lying obediently in the palm of the white glove, faithfully providing the answer to the time.

"According to this process, even if Master Bruce comes back, he may not be able to eat cookies."

Standing there, the tall and burly Captain America looked like an elementary school student being scolded.

"My fault, I shouldn't have rushed to put them in your cooking machine without making the batter well." With sincere blue eyes full of self-blame and guilt, Steve looked at the gradually With the fresh air, Fu Zhi took the initiative to pick up the clean dishcloth hanging on the waist-high hook, and began to clean all kinds of kitchen utensils that were still stained with flour.

"Why don't I help you, Steve, I'm pretty good at kneading...uh wait - Alfred, don't close the door -"

With sharp eyesight and quick hands, he grabbed the hardwood door frame. In order not to hurt Iris, the old butler still grabbed the door handle, and the half-open angle did not allow the heavy and thick door to really close.

Seeing this, Iris took the opportunity to take an inch and slipped in through the gap, vigilantly leaning her back against the door, for fear that if Alfred didn't pay attention, she would try to lure her out again.

"...You don't have to do this at all, Miss Iris." The butler had a serious face, but after holding back for a long time, he still showed a helpless smile. Looking at the two people who kept exchanging eyes, he shook his head and walked towards An unassuming freezer in the corner.

"If you really want to come in, I can't stop you."

...That's right, isn't she possessing the mutant ability that has been turned on? After realizing it, she looked depressedly at the butler's back, which looked very cunning no matter how she looked. A towel soaked in water droplets.

Hooking his hands, stepping on his feet, the knowing man walked over obediently, lowered his head, let Aerys wipe his face carefully, and closed his eyes absentmindedly, the boredom caused by all the panic just now seemed to be inserted into it. The wings flew away.

Being caught by the wrist, the girl blinked and let go of the white powder-stained towel in her hand.

The flour is carefully selected by Alfred. Whether it is baked into small biscuits or just wants to smell it directly, it exudes a fragrance that the whole family loves.

So much so that Iris felt that the guy in front of him had a sweet aura all over his body.

Biting his wrist resentfully, looking at his surprised eyebrows with satisfaction, the girl let go of the captain who had been in a daze since she came to the manor despite the reminder from the housekeeper coughing.

"It seems that we can only make do with baking the dough I kneaded in the morning." The tone of regret was very good. At least the two people present looked at the messy kitchen and Alfred's drooping eyelids because of frustration. The bell ringing for guilt suddenly resounded in my heart, and at the same time it also weakened the somewhat charming atmosphere.

Here, the girl's guilt is the strongest. She knows that Alfred really loves cooking, but for ruining his cooking table in this way, in her opinion, it is a mistake for herself to bring Steve back to the manor. A "force".

"So you don't need to do the next job, or is it more appropriate to go to the living room to accompany Young Master Grayson?" The butler said tactfully, seeing Iris bowing his head and admitting his mistake, he couldn't bear it for the first time.

"Hmm--ok..." She looked in again reluctantly, and gave Steve a cheering look. Even though the door was closed, she still looked back at the direction of the kitchen.

"Then let's continue, Mr. Rogers." In a second, the old butler's voice changed politely, and in this not cramped but not empty back kitchen, there was a little The smell was spooky.

"Okay, okay!" Steve actually heard the feeling of the former instructor in Alfred's voice, which reminded him of the hard and sad period of staying in the barracks when he was still thin in the past. day.

Turning around and thinking about it, there is nothing so bad about knowing nothing about cooking now.

Being trained by the housekeeper in the kitchen is more acceptable than being trained by the instructor during the war.

Thinking bitterly like this, the movement of dividing the dough into oil and putting it on the baking tray became so agile.

Alfred observed his movements in detail, and at the moment the baking pan was put into the box, he still showed a satisfied smile.

"Is there no news about Bruce?"

After switching channels, Dick also turned up the volume of the TV in a daze when he heard the words, and at the same time couldn't help but want to pick up the communicator that was within reach.

Just when he was hesitating, the earphones that had been connected to the internal line rang by themselves instead.

"...Let Iris come to Tineton Avenue, I have already sent the specific address." A different kind of fatigue came from the hoarse throat under the voice changer, which made the person who had been in contact The two people in the earphones looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Dick heard that Batman didn't give any more instructions, and said impatiently. Just at this time, Iris also put on a thick coat to keep out the cold, and he grabbed her by the waist. cuff.

"It's just a small problem, and it will be resolved immediately."

The long-lost energy dissipated, and Aerys disappeared at the door in the blink of an eye.

On Christmas Eve, there was no snow.

There is no moon in the clear night sky, but the stars are very shining, dotted densely on the sky of Gotham, bright and charming.

The alley shown on the communicator is across the street from the church. This is the most typical and common alley in Gotham City. The street lights are always broken, which makes Bruce wonder whether the money allocated for city construction has been embezzled by others At best, the bulbs are poor quality, flickering on and off with blinding light.

This is probably also the shadow that breeds darkness and evil.

Aerys turned around a repair shop, careful not to get the pungent jet-black stain.Even though the location is remote, you can still hear the light and melodious singing of the choir on this night.Like a guide, following the distant sound and increasingly dim light, she finally saw the shadow of the Batmobile while touching the corner of the wall.

The streamlined body has not been scratched at all, and it seems that it has not encountered a chase in Gotham City at night.There is not even traces of dust on the surface of the car body just out of the warehouse, and everything looks fine.

If you ignore the four neatly stacked tires under one corner of the wall.

"Bring the toolbox?" A deep voice pulled Aerys back from his trance.

By the way, who has the guts to steal Batman's tires? !

Aerys looked around, trying to find out which one was bold and careful.

Bruce proceeded to replace the tires with new parts, screwing them back with his bare hands.

"He's back—I mean the guy who took those tires off."

"Uh, you let him go like this?" Aerys became more and more curious the more he heard it, "Boy, kid?"

"Jason Todd, looks two or three years younger than Dick." Bruce said calmly, while tapping the wrench in his hand, "he's a talent for mechanics—but he's also easy to go astray."

Confirming that the tires are securely installed, he puts everything in the trunk, and the two doors catapult open.

There was not much chaos in Gotham on Christmas Eve. Fortunately, the criminal probably has a small house with a warm fireplace where he can live.

When the left-behind police officers received the alarm, the eyewitnesses reported that the clown was robbing the streets. Having heard of the clown's famous name, he immediately lit up the bat light and contacted the Batman contact at the police station. This message is left in the device.

However, when Bruce rushed to the scene, he and the police easily arrested several criminals who imitated the clown.

There was no difficulty in the whole process, so he didn't contact everyone who stayed in the manor.

It is worth mentioning that, even if it is just imitating the robbery, the clown makeup drawn by these guys is indeed very similar to the guy who has not been caught so far.

Iris curiously followed the link in the file, and embarrassingly discovered that this was actually a webpage similar to a live broadcast.

The broadcaster is not at home, only a few newly launched videos are lying under his column.

The green hair made her eyes hurt, and she turned off the video that could bring her psychological shadow. The girl felt that this makeup tutorial was really very similar to the clown himself.

...so now even the villains have fans, right?

Back at the manor, the hot heating immediately made the girl's body so stiff that she didn't want to move.

At this time, the cookies for the second experiment were re-baked through Steve's hard work.

Not knowing what happened in the first experiment, Bruce glanced at the slightly over-colored cookie, and took one into his mouth to taste it.

Surprisingly, the crunchy taste is the same as the cookies passed down from generation to generation (?) in the Wayne family, which made him feel very fond of Steve.

Sitting around the fireplace, the beating firelight and the heating control the temperature to a just right level.

The twelve o'clock bell rang in the distance, and the good news seemed to reach everyone's hearts along with the bells.

......

Christmas carols seem to be sung into this deserted castle.

The decayed buildings on the ground were neglected in the pitch black, and the location with no village in front and no store behind seemed even more desolate, and it was left to be buried by cobwebs and weeds.

The girl slowly opened her blue eyes, the cold light of metal reflected in her impatience.Blinding incandescent lamps illuminated the airtight room underground.

It didn't take long for her to try to prop up her body from the bed, and the fence that was pinched tightly between her fingers seemed to have been hit hard, twisting and deforming under the weight.

Tentatively taking steps, she staggered and quickly found a way to maintain her balance.

Vigilantly groping along the base of the wall, perhaps because of the action pattern left to her, she unconsciously relaxed all her movements, so the sound of someone approaching from the outside was also very clear.

A metal arm suddenly appeared in the field of vision, and it became the last thing left on the girl's retina before she fainted.

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