Bat Fight Simulator

"Why did you bring me here?"

After getting the five-color ball super-high ice cream, a cup of milk tea, and a bucket of popcorn in his arms, the Teddy Bear Director had been forgotten by the players who were fickle and embraced their new loves.

Jason's arms were no less full of candies that Messiah liked, two cakes, two apples, and five colors of ice cream in his hands, which required a certain degree of stability to prevent them from falling to the ground.

They had just tried out various amusement facilities. It was obviously an amusement park with only two people, but it was not deserted at all. It might be related to the various small animals walking around here. He just saw two penguins swaying past...

Jason's abrupt question didn't actually surprise Messiah too much.

This is a dream, and it is also the place closest to consciousness. It is not so strange that Jason can recover and speak.

"Why not come to the amusement park? I'm a child." Messiah answered confidently. How old is he? Isn't it natural for him to bring Jason here to play?

Jason seemed to be choked by this self-evident attitude.

He looked down at his arms full of food, drinks, and toys, oh, and two small windmills.

It's hard to imagine, but if you dream, it seems that everything is possible?

"I saw a carousel there, let's go."

While Jason was still thinking about life, Messiah had already finished the ice cream. He directly hooked his wrist and led him to the brightest, also shining dreamy position.

Jason was like a cat who was forced to take a bath and was extremely reluctant, but he was easily led to the facility half-heartedly.

His face and ears began to turn red, and he felt quite ashamed, and his eyes hurt a little. Speaking of which, is there really no filter in this place? It's too bright, right?

"So childish, how old are you to still like this kind of thing."

Jason looked at the rainbow pony in front of him, already feeling a little helpless and speechless. He felt like a poor guy who was suddenly kidnapped and could only accompany the kidnapper.

Faced with this question, Messiah's blue eyes were still so bright, and he spoke with a naive tone that hurt Jason's conscience.

"Me? I think I'm seven months old."

Are you really the second personality split from that big guy? ? ?

Jason seemed calm, even answering with an "oh", but in fact he was shocked, his pupils were shaking.

But he did believe in this age, so, so serious? ? ? ? Really? ? ?

Jason was on Liliyuan, and at a young age he started to use 502 to stick to his own worldview, while in Wayne Manor, it was a lively scene.

Nightwing, Tim, even Barbara who had just been refreshed, and Alfu who was surrounded by a group of bat fairies outside the battle circle.

The three Bats were very busy, even Barbara was not idle, and followed Nightwing and Robin to surround the grappling gun, trying to capture it successfully.

Unfortunately, this grappling gun is no longer the past tense that can be picked up outside, but a new and enhanced version of the grappling gun.

The three of them worked hard, and when they looked again, the grappling gun had already run away.

Nightwing: "???"

Bluebird in a pink uniform sighed sadly. To be honest, he suspected that the person behind the scenes had directly adjusted the difficulty of capturing the grappling gun to hell.

It was like a weakened version of the Flash running around in front of them, even hiding, and growing legs!

Robin was also dejected. How to say it, the two of them plus a Batgirl, did not succeed in catching any grappling gun.

Even if Tim was well-educated, he almost scolded him.

Barbara didn't care too much. She cherished the time she could stand up, and even cooperated and played with her companions like this.

"Well, without the grappling hook gun, it looks like we can only drive the Batmobile." Nightwing shrugged. Although there was no need for night patrols here, he still needed to go out and see the situation.

The vision might be limited.

In fact, they also considered the Batplane, but when they contacted it, they found a dialog box popping up above the Batplane, saying that it had a heart longing for freedom, and then told them to get out.

Fortunately, although there was no Batplane and grappling hook gun, the Batmobile was still so quiet, and it didn't seem to have a tendency to suddenly open its mouth or grow legs, which comforted Nightwing's injured heart to a great extent.

"By the way, is Bruce still awake? Why hasn't he appeared yet?" Tim asked Barbara. Since Oracle had already come in, why was Batman still nowhere to be seen.

Barbara shook her head. After the headset communication ended, she went to wash and sleep, and didn't know if Batman was staying up late again.

"But he said he would go to bed soon, so he can't stay up late?"

"Then should we wait a little longer? Or should we go out first?"

Tim frowned. He felt that this place was really, uh, quite messy. Everything seemed to be made on a whim, and there was no way to connect them.

For example, the Batplane would have objections, but the Batmobile was just a means of transportation.

Some carpets would insult people, but they were all carpets, and some were just pure fabrics, and there were also those flying bat fairies.

Tim covered his head with a headache. This completely fantastic style was really not friendly to detectives.

Again, he hated magic that went against logic.

"Let's go out first." Nightwing looked at Robin, who seemed to be gritting his teeth for some reason, and then looked at Barbara.

"What about you, Batgirl, do you want to go out with us?"

The old butler would always be their strongest backing, and wait for Batman who might appear at any time.