[Comprehensive British and American] Siren Feeding Guide

Inside the Batcave a few years later.

"Dick, why are you here?" Damian sat in front of the bat computer, his slender fingers tapped the keyboard quickly and flexibly, and various data flashed across the computer screen.

Dick saw there were Superboy, Kid Flash, and Sea Boy, and even himself.

Dick: ...control freaks are hereditary, after all.

"Father isn't home," Damian said.

The previous Batmen were in the final stages of recuperation, with their old butler.

Dick, who was eating the special cookies that Ah Fu left in the refrigerator, said, "I'm not here to find my father, I'm here to help you... Hey, hey, I'm joking! Little D, don't be angry!"

Turning the swivel chair to face Dick, Damian glanced at him and snorted absently: "I'm not Todd, I won't get angry anytime and anywhere."

"Hey." Dick looked at his younger brother worriedly, Damian rarely appeared in such a state of absent-mindedness, "What's wrong with you little D?"

"And don't say that about Little Wing, he should be really angry when he hears it." The big brother of the Bat family is still working hard to adjust the relationship between the younger brothers today.

"Recently, Gotham City has a mysterious figure who appears and disappears." With his fingers crossed against his chin, Damian did not forget to refute Dick's words while thinking about the business: "I'm telling the truth."

"Ha, the mysterious person." Dick digested the news with a bitter face. He felt a little indigestion now: "It's really great, the mysterious person who appeared in Gotham."

As long as there is a mysterious figure in Gotham, it probably means that they will have to worry about this mysterious figure in the next period of time.

The appearance of the mysterious figure gave Dick all the attention, and Damian was very satisfied that he finally stopped talking about the brotherhood.

So much so that he didn't tell Dick that he suspected that the mysterious figure was related to the League of Assassins.

It's okay, he'll take care of that on his own.

Their night patrol mission tonight is mainly to catch a group of criminal gangs engaged in arms trafficking, and the difficulty can be called very simple.

Before leaving the transaction time agreed upon by the criminal gang, Dick and Damian took some time to clean up Gotham's punks and package them up for the police officers of the Gotham Police Department.

But after the appointed time, there was no sign of a transaction at the transaction location monitored by the Batmobile.

"They didn't come." Dick stood at the top and said with a serious face, "And neither of the two groups came."

"My intelligence is correct." But Batman in the trench coat said so.

Damian believed in his investigation, and Dick believed in his ability as much.

If there is really no problem with the intelligence, then there is something wrong with the criminal gang.

Infighting?Black eat black?

The vigilantes decided to wait a little longer.

Soon, a sharp scream came from the container concentration area in the distance, like a bolt of lightning, piercing the dark sky.

Dick and Damian glanced at each other, and rushed to the place where the screams came from.

"Hiss—" Dick gasped.

Dick dared to bet Little Wing's integrity, if he hadn't been tempered by all these years of experience, he would absolutely spit out when he saw the scene in front of him.

Now I just feel that nausea is his limit.

This place seemed to be a projection of hell in the human world. The container was splashed with blood that had turned dark red, and there were bloody handprints that were inadvertently imprinted when fleeing. They could even see broken internal organs and broken limbs soaked in blood.The chests of the few people lying on the ground have long since stopped heaving.

Looking at their faces, they could vaguely recognize that this group of murdered people was their main task tonight.

This is simply hell on earth.

Damian looked angrily at the bloody scene in front of him, and kept clenching his hands.

——This is a challenge to him, to Batman.

………………

The bar is always lively, mixed with decadence and vitality. No matter what the outside world is like, drunkenness and dreams are the only eternity here.

When Damian came here to wait for the informant, the bar was the busiest time of the night.

This was originally a normal night.

But here tonight there was a brief silence, and then a more frenzied uproar—the arrival of a girl.

There are many beauties in the world, if those beauties are compared to precious pearls, then this girl will be the most eye-catching one among them.

The golden hair is shining under the scorching sun, the curled and thick eyelashes half cover the eyes as blue as the sea, and the red lips that are stained with blood are tightly pressed. This girl is the nymph that the poets sang. .

Simply complimenting her looks with words is a slight.

Damian narrowed his eyes slightly, searching his mind for the information he had received recently—there was no news about a sea monster coming to the human world, and it was a sea monster he was quite familiar with.

——The Kraken that was trapped in the League of Assassins and rescued by him.

This siren reappeared in the human world a few years later.

The girl who attracted everyone's attention gently skipped the crowd and continued to look for her goal for tonight.

Finally she sat down in front of Damian.

Damian, who was pretending to be an ordinary person, controlled his facial muscles and showed the expression that a flattered ordinary man should have according to a reasonable arc.

The first words between them were spoken by the girl: "You have a very interesting soul."

The siren's voice is ethereal and clear, but it also confuses everyone. Maybe her voice has been kissed by a god, but at the same time it has also been cursed.

"Damian." The voice that finally revealed his real name was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

Damian's eyes suddenly became sharp.

——The siren in front of him saw through his disguise.

And his disguise ability, except for the most familiar people and those who have the ability to sense souls, no one can recognize him under the disguise.

Damian had never heard of Ao Dai's ability to sense souls.

Ao Dai was not disturbed by the change in the eyes of the man in front of her, her eyes were even brighter.

The dim light in the bar shone brightly in her eyes, which were as beautiful as spirits.

Just one glance is worth countless people willing to give everything just to win her attention.

And the cold deep sea breath lingering around her side made her look even more extraordinary.

A paradox of charm and indifference.

Damian faced the eyes of everyone in the bar, and his face was replaced by a stupid expression of being praised and proud.

"You have a soul as beautiful as you look, pretty lady," he said.

She gave a low laugh and retorted softly: "No, then you guessed wrong, I don't have a soul."

Damian raised an eyebrow, a little surprised by her answer.

No such creature is soulless.

He asked the bartender to deliver two glasses of cocktails and placed them in front of their tables. Audrey curiously picked up a glass of blue margarita and looked at the quiet blue liquid in the glass.

"This is like the color of the ocean." The sea monster praised.

She volunteered to take a big sip—almost as much as half a glass of cocktail, and wrinkled her delicate face stimulated by the smell of the cocktail.

Her expression is smart and interesting, and there is an unknown world hidden in her eyes.

"But it's worse than sea water."

"It's the smell of alcohol."

Trying to relax his body, Damian secretly raised his vigilance to the highest point, "Maybe I should ask your name."

"My name?" The seemingly harmless girl tilted her head, as if thinking about whether to tell the person in front of her her name, "MynameisPearl."

"Pearl?" Damian repeated. "A good name."

He felt some inexplicable anger that Audrey had abandoned the name he had given her.

This realization made him feel bad.

The siren didn't seem to be very good at drinking, but her face was flushed with just one sip. The girl looked drunk, and her body slowly approached Damian.

Under the envious eyes of others, Damian took the drunk girl leaning on his shoulder to an empty alley.

The ambiguous breath was intertwined with the stumbling movements, and after a while, the Kraken's hand had already reached into Damian's clothes.

He grabbed the malicious hand in the next second, and warned in a low voice: "Stop!"

Ao Dai responded by kissing Damian directly.

A deep, boozy kiss.

The kiss between them was like a war, breaking in unexpectedly, with blood and pain, the two fought each other between their lips and tongues.

Those who retreat will lose the city and armor and face the end of failure.

The girl's body was getting weaker and weaker, and Damian was about to loosen the hands that were trapped around her waist.

But now in the next second, a bewitching ethereal singing voice suddenly rang in his ears.When Damian came back to his senses, he was holding a smooth golden flawless pearl in his hand, and there was one thing that was insignificant compared to other items in the universal belt - a bat dart.

Ao Dai disappeared without a trace, and only the residual temperature on her hand told Damian that the Siren had appeared.

Damian's face completely darkened.

………………

When I saw the Siren again, it was during Batman's daily night patrol time.

The air was filled with a frightening smell of blood.

The blond siren rested lying on the water with eyes closed, the tail of the fish was soaked in black sleep, and the sound of the sea water waving the tail of the fish sounded coldly.

She seemed to be waiting for his arrival.

The siren only showed half of her face in Damian's field of vision, but she still had a glimpse of her beauty.

It is extremely dangerous, the beauty that makes people willingly fall into the abyss.

Damian didn't come close, just watched from a distance.

People have never really understood this mysterious creature, their habits, and their abilities. Everything only comes from various legends that are not true or false.

Even if he had been together day and night when he was a child, Damian didn't know much about it.

The lessons learned a few days ago told him that not getting close is the best way now.

"What is the purpose of your coming here?" He was silent for a while, and said hoarsely.Only the two of them know how many threats are implied in the voice.

The intelligence transaction a few days ago failed because of the arrival of Ao Dai—maybe she should be called Pearl now—Damian, who was expressed in favor, was too attention-grabbing, and every move was overwhelmed by others. Much attention.

The risk of going back to the bar to get information was too great under these circumstances, and Damian had to call off that operation.

And because of that canceled event, he missed a good opportunity to deal with the drug-trafficking gang, so he stayed up all night for several nights to reach the original plan.

Pearl opened his eyes, and the dark blue animal vertical pupils stared at Batman in the windbreaker, showing an affectionate expression that made Damian's stomach sink.

That look—like his mother Thalia.

Every time Thalia looked at him with that look, nothing good would happen.

"I brought you a gift." The siren's brisk voice was full of joy. "You'll love this gift!" She swam to the side, revealing the same hell behind her as before.

That scene was still so bloody that a policeman who had worked for several years would spit it out without hesitation.

Damian understood why Thalia had told him that the Siren was in the Salaru Pool.

Everything was Thalia's plan.

Through him to bring the siren to the human world, to realize her conspiracy.

Damian was furious, and the Batarang mercilessly rushed towards the siren.

The siren flicked its tail to dodge, her eyes were innocent and cunning, as if she didn't understand his attack.

She said unhappy: "don't you like this gift? I thought you would like it. "

"Also, what is my purpose?"

"Of course it's for you." The crisp laughter echoed in the dark Gotham pier, her tone was intimate and ghostly.

"My dear, Damian."

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[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Everyone in Gotham knows I'm in a love triangle

After the fifth ambiguous object accidentally died of poison, Alice decided not to have a relationship with ordinary people again.

So for Bruce Wayne who is now chasing her,

She, Jio Debu Xing.

But Batman, who is active in Gotham City, is a very good choice. He looks tough, better than a playboy.

So Alice usually approaches the Dark Knight as a Gotham police officer.

Red Queen: Alice—he is—

Alice: Don't pry into other people's privacy, Red Queen, don't tell me who he is.

Red Queen: ... Oh.

Bruce: ...

What kind of experience is it like to be liked by the Prince of Gotham and the Dark Knight at the same time?

Alice: ...Thank you, I think my wattage is a bit high.

"I was reborn after transmigrating to the Otome game"

When Ostaff woke up from the endless darkness,

She found herself back at the beginning of the otome game "dar".

And - there is an extra chicken game system in my mind.

System: "Ahhh, Her Majesty the Queen is about to fuck them!!!"

Austaff silently looked at the holy and ascetic bishop, the loyal head of the knights, the sunny and lively little duke and others, and said to the system: "Shut up."

System: "Oh."

Looking at the favorability of others on the game panel, which is about to reach full level, she looked at her almost zero favorability with others, and fell into deep thought.

Ostaff:

i am a queen

I only love the country

I don't have feelings

Although in an otome game world, Ostaf is only obsessed with building and developing the country.

Ostave: "How can farming be as fun as falling in love!"

system:"……"

But in the later stage, the Shura field came on its own initiative, and all the targets who were captured unintentionally gathered in front of her.

Eustave: "..." Damn it, why!

System: "...666 is indeed as powerful as Her Majesty the Queen!"

Hostess:

After many years of traveling to the Otome game, I restarted the game as a full-level boss.

Well, otome games.

But I am a queen without emotion.jpg

Note: There is cp, mainly emotional drama