[Comprehensive] The daily life of bear children

Chapter 138 Never mind, let him go

In order to prevent the world from being destroyed and maintain the peace of the universe, Doctor Strange took the little wizard to look for Damian.

That being said, even if the magic is as advanced as Doctor Strange, it is impossible to enter other worlds easily anytime, anywhere, but he can ignore it and let Gall continue to rely on the power of that weird parchment, he is not at ease.

Therefore, Doctor Strange's so-called help is to enter the inner world shaped by magic together with Gall, and continue to use the power of magic from the inner world to spy on other parallel worlds.

In front of the doctor and the little wizard, silhouettes of parallel worlds were projected in front of them.

"See which one is your world?" Doctor Strange said, "After I find it, I will locate the coordinates and send you back."

Gal nodded earnestly, opened his eyes wide and tried hard to distinguish his own world from the flashing pictures one by one.

Very difficult.

There are so many worlds, but only one or two silhouette images projected. For example, in one world, Damian is beating up robbers on the street; In the world...

"Wait, that world, dial back and show me again?" Gall suddenly shouted.

Strange was already very impatient with this boring searching activity. Hearing Gall's voice, he immediately lifted his spirits, pulled back the screen that he had just waved away, and zoomed in on Gall in a series of "zoom in, zoom out, and adjust to high-definition" ' During the command, he quickly chanted the incantation, and did not forget to ask in surprise: "Have you found it?"

Gal took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and snapped nine consecutive shots of the silhouette of the world.

Then he replied: "I didn't find it."

Doctor Strange has endless MMPs in his heart: I can't find it, what's your name?Can't find you and let me zoom in?Why didn't I find you so excited?

Don't you have any deep meaning?In order not to wrong the little wizard, he patiently and gently asked: "Then... is there anything special about this world? Why did you ask me to stop and zoom in or something?"

"I just want to collect some of Damian's unlucky appearance, and use it as a handle later."

Gal flipped through his cell phone photo album happily, one picture of Damian being beaten out by villains; one picture of Damian squatting on the street eating hot dogs; Big brother Dick took a selfie with his mobile phone in front of V...

Doctor Strange, who is easy to send to God: ...

'Now I regret so much that I had nothing to do and wrote some small note to invite him. ’ He thought painfully in his heart: ‘If I can’t send people away this week, I might as well go back in time, destroy the note, and pretend nothing happened. '

On the other end, Dick was dying of grief.

He claims to be a good brother, recently, he has been worrying about Damian every day.

"Little Wing, Damian doesn't even go on night patrol now, he guards the corpse every day." He asked anxiously, "What should we do?"

Jason stuffed the pistol into his belt, and replied nonchalantly: "He can guard as much as he likes, and he doesn't bother anyone? Besides, he's still alive and kicking every day, so what's the big deal? Don't worry about it."

"If I don't worry, who else will?" Dick couldn't help but annoyed, "Damn, if we had been careful not to be seen by Damian, he wouldn't have run away from home." ; if he hadn't run away from home, there wouldn't have been such a damned thing."

The next moment, Jason rushed over, pushed him against the wall, and kissed his nagging mouth directly.

"Dickie Bird, you're much cuter when you're not talkative." After a long time, Jason let go of his hand and commented.

Dick blushed, looked left and right first, and after making sure no one saw it, he said angrily: "Please, can you stop coming so suddenly, can you go back to the house to do some things?"

"Are you sure that's all I'll do when I get home?" Jason continued casually.

He picked up a heavy ammunition box from the ground, and stuffed a sharp short knife into his boots: "Okay, instead of talking about Damian, I'd rather hear you talk about our night, for example , what pose do you like tonight? Don't get excited, we'll discuss it when I come back."

Before Dick was about to whip out his stick and blow his head off...

Jason put the ugly red helmet on his head in time, and jumped out of the window nimbly.

"Don't you look like a brother at all?" Dick called angrily towards the window.

But it was too late, Jason had long since disappeared.

"Actually, it's understandable." A voice sounded from behind him.

Dick turned his head in shock and saw Red Robin Tim standing behind him holding a bag of potato chips: "Hey, when did you show up?"

"When Jason jumped out of the window..." Tim replied, biting a potato chip, "I said, Damian doesn't look like a younger brother at all."

"But, Tibao, we can't give up just because Damian refuses to care, we are brothers." Dick said tenderly.

"He's not a kid anymore, don't always treat him like a kid, Dick," Tim replied calmly.

"Whether we are children or not, we are all his elder brothers." Dick was committed to maintaining the family relationship of the Bat family, and said very seriously: "Tibao, you are the smartest, think of a way to help Damian. "

"Okay, let me think about it, um...for your sake." Red Robin said reluctantly.

Then, he lowered his head and thought for two seconds, then suddenly clenched his fists, and suggested: "Or else, let's find someone to wake him up? Give him a hard beating, and he will know that being obsessed with corpses is not a good thing."

"This is the method you gave?"

Dick looked in disbelief at Robin, the calmest, calmest, and brightest in the family, and asked.

Tim nodded happily: "Damian is sometimes too irritating, and you can't always be reasonable in disciplining children. When you are disobedient, a beating may have a miraculous effect. And, if you agree..."

He also eagerly said: "This person should just choose me. I will come in person, and I will definitely give him a head-on blow."

"Let's forget it." Dick refused blankly.

"Don't worry, I'll be reasonable." As the third generation of Robin before Damian, Red Robin, who has been targeted by brats since Damian's appearance, is obviously very excited about the opportunity to avenge his personal revenge.

At this time, he promised firmly: "Don't worry, Dick. Whose child has never been beaten! You also said that we are older brothers and have the right to discipline younger brothers. Don't worry, I promise I won't hit him hard. "

But Dick sighed deeply.

He looked at Tim lovingly: "Tibao, you are wrong. I am not worried that you will be cruel to Damian, I am worried that you will be cruel to Damian. Have you forgotten? You are still a technical When he was in the house, he had already received elite assassin training in the Assassin League."

Tim's excited expression suddenly froze.

Although after becoming Robin, he studied hard to make up for his shortcomings in force, and became the Red Robin who easily defeated most of Gotham's villains, but it is true that he couldn't beat his younger brother or something, and it was too sad.This world is really cruel to mental workers!

In short, the younger brothers are all unreliable.

Dick tried to ask his old father for help: "Bruce, Damian recently..."

"Everyone must be responsible for their actions." Bruce Wayne said enigmatically.

When Dick tried to get Bruce to persuade him as a father and even find a psychiatrist to show Damian, Bruce said very openly, 'I respect Damian's choice and his personal wishes'.

"Before that, Jason and I came out with you, what did you say about Jason breaking two ribs?" Dick couldn't help but complain.

Bruce thought for a while and asked, "You mean, I have to go and break two ribs in that corpse, is that fair?"

"No, it's not."

Dick quickly retreated.

Let alone the fact that the corpse was fine and did not provoke anyone, if Bruce really rushed over and broke two ribs of the corpse...

Putting aside the fact that father and son were fighting each other, Damian will probably find himself the culprit desperately.

Bruce looked at Dick's back running away, and sighed silently.

He was actually worried about Damian as well, but he didn't think the same way as Dick.

He didn't believe that his son would be a necrophilia, but that corpse should be Damian's best friend (Damian: not a close friend, but your daughter-in-law; Bruce: no, no, no) .

Therefore, he was able to understand Damian at this moment.

The self who suffered the death of his parents and Damian who is now facing the death of his best friend must feel the same.

Immersed in this kind of sadness, it is not something that others can solve with a few simple words, but you have to rely on yourself to get out.

And he always believed that Damian was strong enough.

So, for now, just give the kid space and time to lick his wounds (it's not).

Not knowing what Bruce was thinking, Dick was very annoyed at his old father's irresponsibility.

With a great sense of brotherly responsibility, he only felt at this moment that he was alone and helpless in this family, miserable and helpless.

So he ran to a popular forum to post—seeking help: The younger brother was mentally disturbed, but his father said that he should not worry about it and let him go.

The author has something to say: Note: I have started rambling about my daily life again.