DC Young Justice Meets His Younger Self: A Dick-Centered Story

Dick had been blessed with going to bed early and getting up late in the past few days. He woke up as soon as the first ray of sunlight slipped into the bedroom in the morning. Dick covered his eyes with the quilt and closed his eyes without opening them, hoping to return to his dream again. Dick tried to recall the feeling of sleepiness, relaxing his body and consciousness, as if his body was out of control and his consciousness was floating. The sounds of birds landing on the branches outside the window, the leaves rustling against each other due to the wind, and the sound of car drivers honking their horns impatiently on the street in the distance all came to Dick's ears, making him more and more unable to sleep and making useless efforts. Dick simply changed out of his pajamas, went to the bathroom to wash up, then took out a novel from the bookshelf and put it on the bed. Then he slipped on the bed and sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the novel in his hand and reading the novel with relish. The only sound in the room was the turning of pages. "Buzz" "Huh?" Dick put down the novel in his hand and put it upside down on the bed to prevent turning the pages of the book from causing reading trouble. According to his experience in the past few days, no one should have trouble sending messages. With doubts, Dick picked up the communicator on the pillow and kept vibrating it, quite like a communicator that refused to give up unless it answered the communication. Correspondent - Batman. Batman? Dick murmured to himself that currently, the only thing that can allow Batman to send urgent communications is Black Adam. Has the trace of Black Adam been found? After connecting to the communication, Batman's calm voice came from the other end of the communication, confirming Dick's guess, "The location of Black Adam has been confirmed. Return to the headquarters immediately and start the arrest operation." "Copy that, I'll leave immediately." Dick didn't wait for a reply. He put it in front of him and saw, sure enough, the communicator - the communication had ended. Dick threw down the communicator and took the time to change clothes. Generally speaking, the matter of traveling through time and space does not require me to participate in the pursuit, but Batman made an urgent notification. Wearing a multifunctional belt, it seemed that he was afraid that Black Adam would have a backhand, and that if Black Adam activated his backhand to remotely control me without me in front of him, I would be in unknown danger. Although I think Batman's worries are unnecessary. Putting on the domino mask, Dick's lips curled up slightly, but it was exactly what I wanted. Moreover, Batman's care and concern would be regretful if not accepted properly. Justice League Headquarters As soon as Dick entered the headquarters, he was pulled to the control desk by Wally. At this time, the control desk was already crowded with people. His familiar elders included Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, etc., And his peers included Wally, Roy, Connor, etc. There were also some strangers who looked curiously at Dick, who was pulled by Wally to stand in the center of his peers. The screen displayed a map of the suburbs, with a red dot flashing in the upper right corner of the suburb, and a bunch of boxes popping up next to it, filled with words, including some nouns that Dick couldn't understand. As if he understood Dick's situation, Wally lay down in Dick's ear and whispered: "Those are the magic spells Zatanna used to mark Black Adam's hiding place using magic terms. Just wait for her to translate and listen." Dick instantly understood that he was not the only one who couldn't understand. Since Wally didn't understand either, he felt relieved. Dick, who breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Zatanna, who was wearing a magic show costume next to him, and lowered his voice with praise: "Zatanna, were you the one who tracked her down? It's only been a few days, it's really amazing." Hearing this, Zatanna crossed her arms, turned to face Dick, hummed softly, and raised a smile, "Of course, my magic practice for so many years was not in vain, and after getting the information you sent, he still wants to hide and wait for the storm to pass. It's just a dream." Dick stared at the undisguised confidence in Zatanna's smile, and couldn't help but be infected and the corners of his lips also curled up. He didn't know whether he was smiling at his companion's increasing strength, or at his companion's constant pride and confidence, or both. "Hey, Dick, you can't put more emphasis on sex than friends. You only see Zatanna but not me." Roy put his right hand on Dick's shoulder, put his weight on it, and whispered into Dick's ear with a smile, pretending to complain. Dick was so pressed by Roy that he felt his left shoulder sinking obviously. He took a step back to let Roy's hands leave his shoulders and opened his lips to fight back, "Roy, stand still. You are not doing tasks these days. You are going to the gym to gain weight." Before Roy could fight back, Wally stepped in between the two of them and hooked his arms around their necks. "Stop talking. Be careful of being seen by Batman. It will disrupt the discipline and record keeping. It will be miserable if we are assigned uninteresting tasks. It will be even worse if we are separated." "I don't think the pursuit mission is exciting. I can do better by doing the mission separately." Roy stabilized his center of gravity and stood up straight. He said this, and his body honestly showed a positive and ready attitude for the mission. Dick glanced at Roy, who was looking straight, and tried not to laugh but analyzed disapprovingly, "In this time and space, my elders can't take me with them. They who I don't know already have companions and fixed teams, and they can't be in the same group as me, so Batman will only put us in a group." "His analysis is correct." Connor, who was not good at words and had little experience in interpersonal relationships, listened to the conversation for a long time without interjecting, stood behind Dick and agreed. The final grouping result, as analyzed by Dick, was that Dick and his companions were grouped together, but there was one more person who he did not expect, Tim also joined them. "My role is not in force, but in technical and mental support." At the resting place near the mission site, Tim held up the microcomputer and said with a smile. Only surprised at first, Dick quickly accepted the grouping and welcomed Tim to join, and asked doubtfully: "But weren't you on duty today to stay in the Batcave?" "Tell me about this problem." Tim pulled out a Batman call message from the communicator and showed it to Dick. "Because of Batman's call, I had no choice but to hand over the responsibility of staying in the Batcave to our youngest brother, and he happily accepted it." Tim hid the fact that Damian happily damaged the training equipment by using too much force, and quoted it out of context. Although Dick knew that Damian could not accept it happily, at least he would not accept it calmly according to his understanding of Damian. After all, the mission excluded him. This was not something that the always proud Damian could accept calmly, but Damian was someone who could peel off personal emotions for the mission, so Dick decided to take what Tim said as the truth, and it would be less troublesome. The rest of the people had no doubts about Tim's arrival, only strangeness and trouble about the name. The strange thing was that Tim had a regular team partner, but this time he was sent alone by Batman to join their team. Tim himself had no resistance and even seemed to enjoy it. Although they had partnered with Tim many times, their tacit understanding and affection were definitely not as good as those of their regular team mates. The problem with calling people is because they are afraid that enemies will find out their identities based on their names. During the mission, everyone calls each other by their names, and Dick is in the Robin timeline, so the names collide with Tim. Sometimes, if the situation is urgent and the name needs to be called, the name will affect the order. This problem was pressing in everyone's mind, and no one said it first. In the end, Wally jumped out first to challenge the problem in his mind and gave suggestions for solutions. Wally sat cross-legged under the tree, with his fingers crossed against his chin in a contemplative manner. "For the convenience of fighting, let's give it a convenient nickname, how about Xiaobin and Xiaohong." Everyone was silent, with countless complaints in their hearts that they couldn't say. Artemis rolled her eyes at Wally, "I really overestimated your IQ. I expected you in vain. These two names are not only crude but also unpleasant. If you call the enemy during a mission and don't need you to catch him, you will already laugh on the ground." With the first person at the beginning, the second one is not far away. Roy wiped his bow and arrows and didn't want to look up at Wally's face that was accusing and trying to refute Artemis. He lowered his head and mocked, "Xiao Bin and Xiao Hong, you can think of it. You might as well change your name to Xiao Dian, Xiao Xiao, boy." "Is it really that unpleasant?" After being ridiculed by two people in a row, Wally looked at the Martian girl with hopeful eyes, hoping that she could say something nice and give him some comfort. "Uh," the Martian girl forced a smile on her lips, and gestured to Wally with her thumb and index finger, "Actually, it's not bad, I just need to improve it to be better." Wally felt that he had not been comforted at all. He covered his injured heart and looked around, looking for someone to ask again. "It's ugly." Connor said decisively, which was the last straw for Wally. The two people who were given nicknames were not affected by the comments next to them. "Do you want to give them nicknames?" Tim called up the topographic map of the mission location in the microcomputer and asked casually. Dick took in the surrounding situation with his peripheral vision, and went to comfort Wally for a while. "You can't call it an emergency. I don't know if it's because Black Adam played a big role in this arrest operation. Except for those who were on special missions, almost everyone came. Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman were waiting to protect them." Escorting is not easy when encountering dangerous situations, and the task we were assigned was even easier. We could sneak in, hide ourselves, and find Black Adam's location. There was no direct confrontation with Black Adam during the task. No matter how hard he thought about it, there was no danger." Dick concluded, "Robin and Red Robin are enough." Tim chuckled softly, "You're right, Robin and Red Robin are enough." Tim moved his fingers dexterously on the microcomputer keyboard, digging out the history of Black Adam's hiding place, topographic maps of different times, and invisible passages that even Black Adam had never paid attention to. Dick put his finger to his lips and stared at the information Tim had called up. "According to Zatanna, this suburban laboratory was Black Adam's hiding place among many strongholds. The entire laboratory and the surrounding half kilometer were covered with a layer of something that looked like an egg shell." He found it funny and changed the metaphor. "It's more like a turtle shell than an egg shell. It's a protective shell that protects him from being discovered and hunted. It's a safe haven." Tim looked at the magic barrier at the mission site that appeared on the screen with Zatanna's support. Next to it, he carefully translated the magic terms and notes, including ignore magic, concealment magic, trap magic, alarm magic, etc. The magic barrier formed a circle covering the laboratory and nearby areas. Tim thought about Dick's metaphor and had to admit that it was very vivid. "It is indeed true, but this also shows that our task is not as easy as imagined." "Not necessarily." Dick took out the props Zatanna had prepared to deceive those magics and waved them in front of Tim's eyes, and pointed to the vent road map on the terrain map. "Full preparation can increase the success rate and reduce the risk. I have always wanted to say that every time a vent is entered accurately, the criminals do not reflect on it." "If you don't reflect, don't you just follow our wishes and facilitate our actions?" Wally squatted beside Dick at some point, unable to see the depression just now. Dick gave Wally an appreciative look and smiled at Wally, "That's true." Dick stood up and told his companions surrounding him about his conjecture and action plan, "Is there any problem?" Wally put his hands behind his head, looked at Dick and smiled and said, "I trust your decision, no problem." Artemis crossed her arms and leaned against the tree, "No problem." Roy put the bow behind his back, "Smaller doesn't mean IQ, that's fine with me." Connor stood and stared at Dick "No problem." The Martian girl tucked her hair behind her ears, curved her eyes and smiled, "Robin's decision is good, I have no problem with it." Tim stopped typing. "I'm the least likely to have any problems." Dick smiled back at the trust given by his companions, and moved his gaze upward to the sky, "It's time now."

I'm so happy, I finally saw someone write about Big Brother, he is so good, I love him

On a quiet night, a crescent moon hangs on the curtain of the night sky, casting a silvery glow, illuminating the way home for those who are tired after a busy day. Dick, who was half lying on the bed getting ready, flipped through the communicator for the last time in case he missed important communications, such as the next order issued by Batman and the Justice League's unified decision. After flipping through it, there was no new message. Dick put the communicator next to the pillow, lay down on his side and pulled the quilt over his body to cover his head. I must have a good sleep and never be woken up by the sun again. It is best to have a good dream again. What I did last time was good. With this thought, Dick closed his eyes and fell into the desired sleep. The next morning, it was another sunny day. The sun dutifully appeared from the horizon, dyeing the surrounding scenery with a golden layer. It was brilliant and dazzling, giving new vitality to the flowers and plants. The flowers stretched their beautiful figures, bringing a good mood to those who saw it for the day. The sun shone into the house, and this time the sunshine did not force Dick to wake up from his sleep. Instead, the warm temperature made Dick sleep peacefully, and the years were peaceful. Unfortunately, the scene was broken by a "buzzing" sound in the next second. The communicator placed by Dick's pillow vibrated. The vibrating sound and shaking caused Dick to wake up from his sleep. He frowned, reluctantly stretched out his hand from the quilt, and took the communicator under the quilt. With the idea that I would like to see who sent the communication to disturb my sleep and make you unable to sleep tonight when I wake up again, Dick squinted his eyes and opened the communicator, which showed two messages, one from Batman and one from a stranger. Dick opened his eyes in confusion and looked at the sender carefully again. The person who could send the message must be someone I know, but the basic communication numbers I know are all marked with names, unless he knows me and I don't know him, but this probability is very small. He is very confident in his interpersonal skills and memory ability. Dick decided to have a good chat with the strange letter writer later, and Dick clicked on Batman's message. "It has been confirmed that this incident was caused by the joint cooperation between Chaos Lord Clarion and Black Adam. Black Adam's information disappeared on the day you arrived. It is suspected that Nightwing discovered the instigation of this incident and alerted Black Adam to hide his traces. The whereabouts of Black Adam are currently being traced. The specific time is unknown. If there is a whereabouts, we will notify the participants. There are no tasks in the near future. You are on vacation." - Batman Dick stared at the last sentence. He spent an unknown amount of time and was on vacation. Dick put the communicator upside down on the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover his head. Normally, if he saw a vacation, Dick would want to take his friends out to play every day to celebrate not having to catch up on homework, doing tasks on rest days, lack of sleep, etc. But now Dick didn't want to take a vacation. At this time, his friends all had their own tasks to perform, and they didn't need to catch up on homework. He had enough sleep, and he had nothing to do when he was free. Dick thought about a lot of replies, and finally just replied "Roger." Dick turned his head and buried his face in the pillow, sighing muffledly. When he was busy, he thought about taking a vacation, but when he really took a vacation, he wanted to be busy. It was a sweet and painful multiple-choice question. When Dick turned his head back after being uncomfortable with his face buried for a long time, he remembered that there was another letter from a stranger. Dick became energetic again and hoped that the owner of this message could bring me fun. Dick opened the strange letter: "Dicky Bird, what's the matter?"——? "..." Dick felt that he knew who sent this, such an obvious title, but what's the matter? This sentence seemed to be that I was looking for him. Dick shook his head helplessly, but this was also Jason's style. That night Dick summed up the personalities of everyone at the dinner table. Not only was Alfred not good at expressing emotions, but also the Bat family was always excellent. Batman is the same as always, he has never changed, reason comes first and emotions don't show up. Jason is an easy-to-understand person with a high IQ. His bad temper can make people misunderstand his good intentions, but he is straightforward and you don't have to worry about digging holes for you in roundabout ways. He might even tell you that he dug holes for you before you, but this kind of conspiracy is difficult to escape. The only shortcoming is that he is too straightforward, leaving traces for others to follow and get to the point. Tim is a fox, in a positive sense, and has a way with interpersonal relationships. He is very similar to Batman, rational and sinister. If you offend him, you have to be careful. You may fall into his trap without knowing it. In the end, you still have to thank him. Damian, the youngest brother, disdains conspiracies and convoluted ways of speaking, so he speaks directly and to the point like Jason. The difference is that he knows the roundabout ways of speaking, but he just doesn't use them. He is very confident in his strength, a bit arrogant, and looks difficult to get along with, but in fact he is not easy to get along with. Unless you are someone he agrees with, you can have the thoughtfulness he hides in his words and actions. After all, according to Dick's understanding, the translation of Jason's words is "If you are free today, forget it if you are not, come out with me when you are free." "Where are you going on vacation?" - Dick, Dick was actually very curious when he sent this text message. Judging from the conversation between Damian and Jason at the dinner table, Jason's life may be unexpectedly exciting. "Take you to see Gotham." - Jason The speed of the other party's reply made Dick suspect that Jason had been waiting in front of the communicator, waiting for news. Dick's mind pictured Jason taking off his red hood and sitting on the bed. He may have just woken up or he may not have slept all night. His hair was disheveled, his hands were holding the phone, his eyes were fixed on the phone, and his face was serious, as if he was about to go to the battlefield at any time. Dick laughed out loud because of the fantasy in his mind. He shook his head and cleared the screen. His brother was probably just a brother who kindly expressed condolences to his brother who was at home on vacation. "What time?" Dick hoped it would be in the afternoon or evening so he could go back to sleep. "At seven o'clock, I'll pick you up." - Jason "..." Dick looked at the time, okay, should he thank Jason for giving him time to wash up and have breakfast? "Okay." After sending the last sentence, after checking that the other party didn't reply immediately, Dick threw away the communicator and hurriedly got up to get dressed, wash up and have breakfast. As for the harsh words he just woke up, the two targets were members of the Bat family. It is known that the Bat family members often stay up at night. Even if they sleep, Batman and Jason can't think of a way to prevent them from sleeping. Staying up late at work is something Batman often does. Jason... He doesn't know much about this brother Dick, so he pretends that he never said these harsh words. After everything was done, Dick looked at the time on his watch in a panic. Fortunately, he finally arrived at the door before seven o'clock. Dick looked away from the watch and looked up to find Jason. It wasn't that Dick liked him, but Jason was too conspicuous. Not to mention his outstanding appearance, his hair color, his car, and his aura of being a cool guy who kept strangers away were enough to attract attention. Dick walked up to Jason and took the helmet from his hand. "Jason, he looks great!". "Of course, he's my baby." Jason proudly talked about his baby's performance, and didn't stop until Dick got into the back seat. "Sit tight. If you're afraid of falling, you can hold my waist." Jason put on his helmet, twisted the handle, started the car, and drove towards the safe house. "Jason, where are you going to take me?" Jason's speed increased while driving. Dick put his arms around Jason's waist in order to prevent him from falling. "My safe house." Jason felt the warm touch on his waist, his body stiffened, and he secretly took a deep breath to relieve his mood. Dick was confused that the destination was a safe house, then thought that Jason might have other plans, so he stopped talking. Keep your doubts in your heart. Time passed like this, until Dick sat in Jason's bedroom, sitting face to face with Jason, still not knowing what to do today. "Jason?" Dick wanted to ask the question hidden in his heart, but who knew he was interrupted by Jason as soon as he started speaking. Jason noticed a hint of sleepiness in Dick's eyes. "Aren't you still sleepy? Let's take a nap first." The two people who spoke almost at the same time were silent for a while, "What do you want to say?" "No, I want to ask if I can borrow your bed to catch up on my sleep." Dick swallowed his unfinished words and followed Jason's words, but he was confused and full of questions. Jason, you asked me to come out at seven o'clock just to let me sleep somewhere else? "Lie down." Jason pointed to the bed. "Okay, do you mind if I don't take off my clothes to sleep?" After Dick took off his coat, he suddenly thought that if you are not familiar with it, it would be inappropriate to sleep with clothes on, and it would be awkward to sleep without clothes. "I don't mind, go to bed quickly. Could it be that Dicky Bird still recognizes the nest?" Jason looked at Dick, raised his eyebrows and mocked, "I got it, I'll sleep right away." Dick didn't mind Jason's words. Rather, he directly translated his words into concern for him to accept the bed. Dick lay on the bed and covered himself with a quilt, yawned, and fell asleep as he felt sleepy. Jason looked at Dick sleeping peacefully without any precautions, with a complicated expression. Dick was woken up by being shaken. When he was blurry, he seemed to see a book in Jason's hand. Just as he was about to read the title carefully, Jason put it away. "I made you cereal, pizza and donuts for lunch." As if asking for credit, Jason turned sideways to let Dick see the cereal on the coffee table. Dick's head was filled with questions. Are you just trying to shake me awake with the cereal you ran for me? "Dickie, you can really sleep. You slept until noon." Jason opened the pizza box and donut box on the coffee table, and separated the cutlery and tissues. "I can't help it. I've been sleeping late and getting up early lately. Is this lunch?" Dick wiped his face, suppressed the complaints in his heart, got up and sat across from Jason. "Because you woke up too late, that's all you got." Jason didn't have any awareness that it was one of the reasons why Dick slept until noon. Dick got rid of the discomfort of being woken up and was surprised that Jason knew that he liked cereal. Then he thought that Jason should have been exposed to it when he was Robin, and it was normal to know this. Dick observed that the kitchen had not been turned on for a long time. He did not expect that Jason's eating habits were not very healthy. Maybe Jason relied on takeout for three meals a day. "Thanks Jason." Dick said the response he should have just said. After enjoying a lunch that satisfied Dick and Jason, Jason packed the lunch box. Dick felt sorry and followed suit, thinking that Jason looked like he relied on takeout for three meals a day and was too lazy to cook. Unexpectedly, he was very diligent in housework, and even the house was very tidy. There was a bookshelf in the house, and the books on it were all excellent literature books if he read correctly. Dick revised his impression of Jason. "Hey, Dickie, do you want to go get some sleep?" After everything was packed up, Jason and Dick sat side by side on the sofa. "Huh? No, I've almost slept. Can I use the computer?" Dick felt helpless. Jason really just wanted him to sleep somewhere else. After Jason agreed, he turned on the computer and operated it for a few times before getting up and letting Dick use the computer. Dick was playing web games on the computer, and Jason was sitting on the sofa not knowing what he was doing, but Dick could feel Jason's eyes falling on him, staring at him for a long time, and disappearing every time he wanted to look back and ask. Dick felt that he could no longer understand this brother who he thought was easy to understand. Labelism was unacceptable, Dick sighed. After enjoying another satisfying dinner, Dick was ready to play some games and go home. Unexpectedly, Jason said something different this time. Jason threw Dick a set of clothes that could be perfectly hidden in the dark. "?" Seeming to see Dick's confusion, Jason explained, "It's more convenient to wear this to take you out to see Gotham." Before Dick took action, he changed his tone and said, "What? You're used to fighting criminals with Batman, and you don't want to partner with others?" "Nothing like that, I just don't wear this kind of clothes very often." Dick changed clothes. During the process, Jason leaned against the door frame with his arms folded and watched Dick change clothes. After Dick finished changing clothes, he nodded as if he thought the clothes he picked were good-looking and discerning. "Follow me, Dickie Bird." Jason loaded up his equipment, handed Dick a few small weapons that did not reveal his identity, and took Dick out to a place where criminals were rampant at night in Gotham. Jason shuttled through the streets and alleys with ease, as if an emperor was inspecting his territory. "Boy, leave some money for me to spend. Otherwise, what part of your body should you leave for me to exchange for money?" A crime was going on in the alley. The young boy who was blackmailed was holding the bag and shivering. The criminal took out a sharp knife and scratched the boy's body. A roar in the distance became louder and louder. After repeated questioning to no avail, the criminal impatiently put the knife above the boy's wrist and prepared to chop "Bang" off with one blow. A bullet hit the handle of the knife, and the momentum caused the knife to escape from the criminal's hand and fall to the ground. Before the criminal could figure out what was going on, "Bang" Another bullet arrived, grazed the criminal's cheek, and hit the wall. The bullet dropped to the ground with a crisp sound. The criminal came over at this moment. He touched the wound made by the bullet with trembling hands. His fingers were stained with blood. The roar stopped nearby. Dick was in the back seat of Jason. He only knew that Jason pulled out a pistol and fired two bullets. He didn't know what happened. It wasn't until Jason parked that he saw the direction of the bullets. The young boy covering his ears and trembling with his head buried in his schoolbag was facing the adult man who was touching the blood marks on his face. When he saw the blood marks, Dick understood the whole story of what happened and the purpose of Jason's two bullets. Dick watched Jason put away his gun and got out of the car and walked to the criminal. He hit the uniform and put him into a coma. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the police number, then put the phone in his pocket and told the victim to leave quickly. Finally, he came back, got in the car, twisted the handle, and went to the next place. "How's it going?" "What's going on?" Dick, who was still immersed in what just happened, subconsciously asked back. "What do you think of what I did?" Jason looked forward, his palm unconsciously close to the handle. "..." Although Jason used a real gun, this made Batman and Robin, who insisted not to kill people and used other weapons, feel complicated. However, he agreed with Jason's approach, and Jason's shooting skills were very accurate. The first shot knocked down the murder weapon, and the second shot was a deterrent. If the guess was correct, the second shot did not reach the target. The effect was a third shot and a fourth shot, and finally the person was knocked unconscious and called the police without staying there. According to visual inspection, the force of the blow was enough to make him sleep until dawn. As for what to do if he was afraid of lying there and creating revenge, Jason watched the victim go away before returning. The purpose of this was to prevent the victim from being victimized again, and to prevent the perpetrator from being retaliated. It can be said that this is the perfect solution, Dick thought so, and said so, "It is a perfect solution." "How does it compare to Batman?" After saying it, Jason secretly thought, "What I did is not bad, is it?" He hurriedly replied, "What I did was not bad." The increasingly dark results made Jason remain silent. "Each has its own merits." Dick was stunned for a moment and replied seriously, "Although the methods are different, the original intention and the result are the same, to fight criminals and bring criminals to justice. In my opinion, this is a great approach, regardless of high or low." Jason didn't expect to hear such a comment, and the corners of his lips curved up unconsciously, "Huh, that's exactly how you do it. A bowl of water is always peaceful." What follows is a different experience for Dick, participating in fighting criminals from another perspective, especially the arrogance and arrogance of the person who fights criminals, who is more criminal than a criminal, but it is undeniable that he is also a hero. He sat in the back seat of Jason and became an audience, sitting in a special seat, watching Jason's spectacular performance as the protagonist, laughing heartily in the hail of bullets, knocking each enemy to the ground, making them incapacitated, and confiscating drugs and illegal firearms. It looked like he had precognition, descending from the sky to intercept the criminal's intended crime, cleverly and seamlessly arranging the victim's route and calling the police to have the police send the criminal to his destination - prison. Dick had not come back to his senses until Jason sent Dick to the gate of the manor, which had a great impact on him who had not yet grown up. "It's time to go down, Dicky Bird, you can't bear to leave me, right?" Jason took off his helmet and looked at Dick and said jokingly. Dick came to his senses and got out of the car and returned the helmet to Jason. "Goodbye, brother. By the way, my clothes, after washing them, exchange them?" Jason put on his helmet and twisted the handle to start walking away. "We'll talk about it then, Dickie Bird." Dick watched Jason leave and then turned around and returned to the manor, leaving a final impression on Jason: a good family member, a reliable brother, and a friend worthy of deep friendship. Saying that the brothers had arrived, Dick went upstairs and met Damian who was about to go downstairs. "Good evening Damian" Dick greeted cheerfully. "TT, Grayson, are you free tomorrow?" Damian looked in the direction of the door with a water glass in hand. Only when he saw no one was there, he looked away and put it on Dick. "Most likely I'll be free, what's wrong Damian?" Usually the next step is an invitation, but what Damian said... "Since we are free tomorrow, let's go out together." Damian's affirmative tone. Dick blinked and couldn't believe this sentence... He didn't expect it to actually be this sentence: "Okay, good night and sweet dreams then?" "Good night and sweet dreams, Grayson." Damian watched as he walked upstairs and entered the room, then looked at the door before going upstairs. On the first day, Grayson just came here for the sake of his mental health. On the second day, Grayson made an appointment with Roy and didn't say anything. But unexpectedly, on the third day, the red head actually intervened. Ttt, you were the first to take the lead this time. In Jason's safe house, there is a book "Teaching You How to Make Your Sweetheart Like You Deeper" on the table. A gust of wind blows and the pages of the book are opened. On the title page, the sweetheart writes - Dicky Bird.

When the future dick comes back Hai Shaoxia saw Dick coming back a little tired and asked with concern: "Where were you before? If you are tired, it would be better to sleep for a while." Dick yawned, picked up the change of clothes placed on Hai Shaoxia and walked into the bathroom. "I went back in time and saw very interesting scenes. Well, I will take a bath first, and then have a good sleep. I will have a sweet dream to reward my hard work these days. I still bother to borrow your bed this time." In the farm kitchen, Dick was stirring eggs and wanted to make an egg tart to comfort his hungry stomach. Next to him, Connor was washing dishes. "Connor, please be gentle. Trust me, Clark doesn't want to spend extra money on buying dishes. If it doesn't work, let's exchange." Connor stared at the plate in the sink, carefully holding the rag in one hand and the plate in the other, touching and cleaning it carefully, "I'm working hard." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound "click" coming from Connor's hand. Dick looked over and saw that the plate was cracked in half in stripes. Dick suppressed a smile and patted Connor on the shoulder, "Come on." Connor stared at the corpse on the plate, then picked up another plate aggressively and continued his great work of washing the dishes, quite like he would never give up if he couldn't wash the dishes. After Dick broke three more plates to Connor, he handed over the things in his hands and took over the washing work. "Haha, I'll do it, but Connor, please remember not to stir this too hard, otherwise it will break." In the living room, Clark watched the TV, listened to the noise in the kitchen, and shook his head helplessly. "Hey Boy, d i c k, can you admit defeat?" Wally shouted to Dick, who was distracted, holding the game controller. Dick, who was distracted, was called back by this. He didn't know what was going on. He only saw Wally holding the game controller and subconsciously replied, "How could I lose... Since you are so insistent, okay wally, what bet did we make?" Dick leaned on the seat and spread his hands to Wally to show that he accepted Wally's words. Wally put down the game controller and pressed Dick down, smiled brightly, and said briskly, "Hey, boy, you bet on a kiss." Dick raised his eyebrows in surprise, but still cooperated and kissed Wally. With his superb kissing skills, Dick moved flexibly across Wally's sensitive palate and entangled Wally's tongue. Unfortunately, no matter how good the kissing skills were, they couldn't compare to the speed force's cheating. Dick felt that the initiative was slowly being taken away by Wally, and he didn't dare to show weakness. The corners of his mouth were dripping with tears, just wanting to seize the territory in the other's mouth, and at the same time enjoying the tingling sensation brought by the contact of his tongue. After a while, the lips and tongue separated, and Wally stretched out his thumb to wipe away the liquid left on Dick's mouth. Dick slumped on the seat, his face a little red due to the lack of oxygen, and slowly resumed his disordered breathing. Seeing Wally's proud look, Dick refused to admit defeat and pulled down Wally's neck to start a new round of competition. The people of the Bat family would not lose. In the familiar restaurant, Dick chewed the food in his mouth, closed his eyes and enjoyed the wonderful music. After the food in his mouth was chewed and swallowed, he opened his mouth habitually, waiting for his mouth to be filled again, and continued chewing. When he heard the climax of the music, Dick opened his eyes, picked up a fork, rolled up some pasta and fed it to Roy opposite him, then held his chin and recalled that summer. Jason was still drinking the milk with a lot of sugar in it. When he saw Dick coming, he handed the cup over. After Dick finished drinking, he stretched out his fingers to scrape off the white foam around Dick's mouth and put it into Dick's mouth. When Dick licked it off with his tongue, Jason stirred it in Dick's mouth with his fingers, which was said to help clean it up quickly. Finally, Jason Sen took out his fingers and watched Dick swallow, then clasped the back of Dick's head and pressed his tongue to pry open the teeth. He swept everything in Dick's mouth away, sucked the tip of Dick's tongue, and skillfully plundered and possessed it until both parties could no longer continue. Jason nodded with satisfaction, "Sure enough, the sweetness is more moderate." "Dick, this is what you said, you want to be my Robin and my partner." Tim took out the recording pen and said to Dick in front of him. "Oh Tim, I thought we were partners a long time ago." Dick looked innocent. "Dick, that's not the kind of partner I'm talking about." Dick pressed his index finger to his lips, raised a smile, winked at Tim, and said in a brisk tone, "What kind of partner is that? Timmy, please show me, I'm confused." "You are really cunning, as you wish." Tim shook his head as he listened to Dick's change of address and thought helplessly. I must not be the first hunter to be hunted by his prey, but who said the prey was Dick. Damian took off the sunglasses from Dick's face and put them into his coat pocket. "Grayson, I said you are not allowed to wear sunglasses in front of me in private," Dick looked helplessly at the sunglasses that were taken away and shrugged, "Okay, little D, remember to keep it for me. Remember to keep it well. I hope I can see the sunglasses again in the future. Although sunglasses are cheap, they can't help but continue to be consumed." "You don't have to wear sunglasses, but if you show up like this every time, you do it on purpose." Damian handled the sunglasses his own way.

Ah! ! ! ! ! It tastes a lot like mine! ! ! Little angel of gold and wood! ! ! ! ! Young Master! ! ! ! !

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I can't think of when the second young master got the size of the first young master (?>?<?)

I can't help but think about pigeons during the Chinese New Year. No one comes out to play. I open the document and read zero words for a long time.

This layout... It would be nice to use more punctuation

You don't take off your glasses when you sleep...?