[Zongyingmei] I Told You That I Am Here to Join You.

You were born in the Gotham sewers. Bad news: You have lost your memory, you are a gangster, you are in Gotham, and you were just salvaged out of Gotham Bay along with the scrapped Batmobile. Good news: You seem to be very resistant to beatings. Whoever hits you will break your bones. Good news: Although you are broke, you seem to be able to survive through photosynthesis. Bad news: It's been raining in Gotham for three months straight, and the towels are getting lint-y. In this case, you picked up a young man in a Gotham alley. He was in tatters and on the verge of death. His eyes looked at you without any light, like a precious ragdoll cat that had been abandoned by its owner and had no ability to survive as a stray. At this point you decide: 1. Throw it here 2. Take it home and raise it ——Is it really possible to have a protagonist who doesn't choose 2? You helped him repair his messed up body, you helped him heal his blind eyes, and you felt that he must be your soul mate... You accidentally fell into his hands, just like his predecessors, without any surprise. More than half a year later. Your cat bids you farewell and looks at you apologetically, his blue eyes full of guilt. You suddenly realize that this is a cat with an owner, and you are just a passerby in his life, so you decide to become a well-behaved foster carer. Until the cat accidentally takes off your glasses during a goodbye hug. Cat: ... You play me? Cat: ... Weren't you given a state funeral? Cat: ... Why the hell did you call yourself Luther? ! ! ! ** Dick Grayson was picked up by an older man when he was about to die. The man is considerate and friendly, gentle and kind, with broad shoulders and long legs, and a figure that looks a bit like a real marble statue. The only disadvantage is that sometimes it is easy to trigger his daddy issue Mature people will take good care of their childhood selves as adults, and he was almost healed of all the pain in his life by his older boyfriend. Friends, it's really hard not to be tempted. Until one day the city he was willing to sacrifice everything for needed him again. He looked at his boyfriend guiltily, thinking sadly that he could use another identity to take care of him more... Until he took off his glasses during the parting hug. That face was very familiar to him. With black hair and blue eyes, he was handsome and dignified. When he was still alive, he was the embodiment of hope. God among men is watching you Dick:… Uncle, why is it you! What should I do if I accidentally talk about my father's colleague when I'm in a relationship? Cp is superdick *************************** Pre-collection of the next book "Going to the sea system, but a virtual idol" The era of the Great Crusade. Wang Wen, who had the misfortune to study liberal arts and was unemployed immediately after graduation, was penniless and had only a good face. He was very hesitant between selling his organs or selling himself. When she spent her last coin, she awakened to a sea-going system. Wang asked:...... Damn it, there's no need to be so considerate. Good news: She is also systematically chosen. Bad news 1: Now is the 8426th year of the interstellar expedition era. The prohibition on sex, like the prohibition on alcohol, has become an untouchable iron law, and those who violate it are exiled to the Death Star. Bad news 2: System operation depends on combustion life, and loading can only be stopped after you click on all achievements. Bad news 3: She is a low-class person and will never be able to enter the upper galaxy in this life, and her face can only be sold if she reaches the upper galaxy. Wang asked:...... System:… System: Do you want to sell it? Wang asked: Sell it, what will you do if you don't sell it? System: How to sell? Going to stand on the road? Wang asked:? ? ? ——It is illegal to sell one person, but it is a dream to sell to the whole world. Wang asked: Maybe you have heard of something called virtual idol? Intention: Don't help the mud, don't turn over the salted fish, don't burn the pig to death