Chapter 53 How could this happen? 【VIP】

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On the third day after we placed Superman's cat next to Batman's cat, Damian abandoned Feifei, who was originally favored by him, and took care of the cats diligently every day.

While he was massaging the cats, Robin the Cat was also licking his fur. Because he is an animal and sees the relationship between humans and animals as reversed, Robin the Cat is designed to love petting humans.

It sounds strange, but the two Robins themselves have no objection and are very satisfied with each other's closeness.

Hiss, how can this not be considered a kind of daffodil produced and sold locally? They all have a bright and beautiful future!

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On the fourth day, Jason passed by the cat breeding house carrying a bucket of popcorn.

He naturally took a look inside, and that one look made him silent.

"So what's the matter?" I turned back boredly and looked at Jason who was pushing me forward from behind.

"It's very consistent with the demon cub's identity as a demonic bloodline." Jason said seriously after smacking his lips and thinking for a while.

I tilted my head in confusion.

Huh? Doesn't he do this every day?

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"Look, this devil kid is implementing the Assassin's League's unique parenting methods."

After Jason finished his whisper, he put his index finger to his lips and gestured with his eyes for me to look inside the room.

What's so good about it, you ask me? Isn't it enough that Damian and you guys are sparring over Mortal Kombat every day? What else could possibly be worth your boss pushing me all the way over here to see...

I craned my neck forward in shock.

…

…………?

No, is that right?

Damian, why are you putting camera collars on every cat? And injecting them with nano-positioning monitoring devices? And most importantly, why is the big screen in front of you showing Xiao Qiao doing her homework?

I looked back at Jason with my pupils trembling.

Jason raised his eyebrows and smiled, then reached for his own popcorn and took out a candy from his popcorn bucket.

We were both silent.

I heard him swear a Gotham curse word, and then he told me to remind him not to use this bucket to store snacks next time.

OK Jason, I remember Jason.

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Tim slowly floated by, carrying a cup of coffee filled with cola. He precisely avoided all the infrared alarms Damian had set up outside. "That's normal, isn't it? He's been secretly following Xiao Qiao since he read the double issue of Supernormal."

"Because he went to cultivate immortality a while ago and couldn't communicate with Xiao Qiao in person, he checked Xiao Qiao's social media accounts and became close friends with her online."

"They also played that incredibly popular game, Hero Clash, together. If Xiao Qiao hadn't insisted on attending class, Damian would have been called in two weeks ago for playing games in class. They often argue in the team chat about Superman and Batman, and the Devil Kid even awkwardly sent Xiao Qiao a team-up invite. Can you believe it? Oh my god, he's not just pretending, he actually bows to humans!"

We looked at Tim with complicated expressions as he was trying to hold back his laughter.

Tim's laughter paused. He took a sip of his Coke and looked at us strangely: "Why, isn't it funny?"

...Can this family please stop having these control freaks who take everything for granted and act so confidently and calmly? (He holds his forehead and smiles bitterly)

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I confess that Barbara and I used to spy on the children daily, but I quickly changed that habit and decided to give them more privacy, only occasionally checking in on them. (Mainly because they're technically proficient, and re-hacking every once in a while is a bit of a hassle.)

I used to worry that my family would be disgusted by this behavior, which in the conventional sense represents "distrust."

Until Batman turned every child into a little control freak, someone who would drop bugs, trackers, and hack into surveillance cameras everywhere. It made me, my sister, feel a little relieved. If everyone spy on others, it's the same as if no one is spying! This is the principle of equivalent exchange!

But that doesn't stop me from being shocked by Tim's control freak behavior, who even interprets every word of his brother's private channel when he's playing games.

Compared to him, I am simply a pure and flawless little white flower.

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"I despise you." Jason gave him a thumbs-down sign.

"Now I'm going to tell you how Damian went to the Kansas farm to 'inspect' his partner. Those who despise me please close your ears." Timmy smiled at us.

"But then again, as his brother, I do need to know some of his basic movements." Jason's flexible moral bottom line dropped again and again, and he straightened his thumb.

"Tell me more about it." I took out a handful of Jason's popcorn and stuffed it into Tim's pocket.

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According to Tim, it was a sunny day different from usual. The sky of Gotham generously cast down the sunshine, and even the wind seemed gentle.

"Is this true? I check the weather forecast every day and have never encountered such good weather." Jason looked at Tim with a questioning look.

"This is artistic processing, just like when you write about Batman and Bruce looking into each other's eyes in the dark, some necessary embellishments." If there is gossip, it will naturally arise on the back, taking away Jason's popcorn," distance.

"Okay, that's fine," Jason quickly accepted and gestured for Tim to continue.

Tim then took a sip of his delicious sparkling water and continued.

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That day, Damian took the camera and telescope from the study and observed and recorded Xiao Qiao's daily life.

He took more than 400 photos of scenes such as squatting on the old oak tree outside the farm fence to feed Little Joe the chickens, doing homework in the sun, and playing games with Bizarro.

Na sent Grandma Martha's apple pie, pumpkin soup and strawberry yogurt.

It seems that he is quite determined not to be discovered.

So why didn't he pick Connor's shift to hack into Tim's computer? I don't believe it.

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Stephanie snatched Tim's phone away, opened the album and showed us one of the photos - in the shot, Xiao Qiao was hanging clothes, and Damian marked on the edge of the photo with a red pen: "The height of the clothesline is lower than the standard value of 12cm, which may cause the hem of the shirt to drag on the ground."

Jason's expression became indescribable. "Is this a comment a normal person could write?"

Dick came over with freshly baked butter cookies. "Hey, what are you looking at?"

I took the most perfectly shaped cookie and said, "Your little brother's daily life as a friend."

Jason took the brightest cookie and said, "The devil has found evidence of him spying on an ordinary boy from Sunshine Town."

Steve picked and chose, taking away several of the less delicious cookies. "I'm taking these for Cassandra and Barbara."

She stuffed the biscuit into her mouth as if nothing had happened, and was elbowed by Kashan who jumped down the stairs!

"Kasan!" Stephanie was staggering. "You are so cruel!"

Cassan took the uneaten cookie from her hand and gave it to Barbara who was reading a book nearby.

"Thank you, Cassandra." Barbara's eyes drifted towards Stephanie who started whistling.

"The winner is obvious." Tim was amazed while chewing the biscuit he snatched from M. Dick.

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Tim pulled up a blurry video - Little Joe lying on a haystack looking at the clouds, and Damian hiding behind a barn and peeking through a telescope.

Sunshine, breeze, white clouds, lush vegetation on a vast farm, and a little curly-haired boy with black hair, blue eyes, and more.

What a refreshing scene!

If only Damian hadn't been bitten by a passing goat, mistaking it for fresh fodder.

The picture finally freezes on his miserable back as a goat chases him and gnaws at the hood of his coat. Stephanie writes a handwritten note next to it: This is the first case of humans being detected by goats.

"Master Damian also stole the draft book that Master Jonathan had left on the fence."

Alfred pulled a crumpled piece of paper from the cabinet. It had a crooked doodle of a Kryptonian puppy drawn on it. "Master Damian insisted on scanning it for the archive, claiming it was a 'mindset research sample for a potential strategic partner.'"

"Pennyworth!" A small black cat with a hint of red popped out with a meow. "You promised me you wouldn't tell anyone!"

"Yes, young Damian." Alfu nodded gracefully, "But I think your family definitely doesn't fall under the standard of 'outside', what do you think?"

"I think this will definitely be the worst choice you'll ever make." Damian sneered and drew his samurai sword. "Prepare to die, you idiots!"

Furious, Damian chased his sisters and brothers for three miles on his own, successfully reducing the number of people on night patrol today significantly.

Let us say thank you, Damian, on behalf of the criminal.

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In the end, Dick and I escaped the battlefield early and went back to taste Dick's cookies.

Then I found a micro locator in my mouth.

I turned its face slightly and saw that it was the model Barbara usually used.

Dick and I looked at each other.

Dick pretended to be surprised and asked me in a particularly exaggerated tone, "Oh my God! What is this? How did it get into my cookies?"

...Dick, you are so pretentious.

He said something about wanting to study it, and then he took the locator away at lightning speed as if nothing had happened and put it in his pocket naturally.

I don't know why I felt like I was kicked... Is it an illusion?

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Dick, chewing on the cookie crumbs, changed the subject faster than the Batmobile drifted. "I think this might be Alfu's new metallic popping candy!"

I raised my foot and kicked him in the calf.

Don't treat your sister like a fool!

Then, a small disc suddenly fell out of the sole of Dick's shoe - what a crazy thing! Why is there a miniature heart rate monitor made by Barbara embedded in the heel of his shoe?!

What's the difference between letting other people's props stay with you at Batman's house and kissing in public? Yes! That's the equivalent of hanging upside down from the ceiling and locking everyone in the room while you're kissing!

"Why are you two still eating?" Jason climbed in through the window, a hamburger in his hand. "I just stole this from the kitchen..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and with a distorted expression, he used the tip of his tongue to pick out a signal transmitter that was flashing red light.

Alfred elegantly passed by, pushing a dining cart. "Let me remind you, the kitchen surveillance shows that this batch of baking ingredients has gone through three processes: Miss Barbara, Miss Cassandra, and Master Timothy."

Didn’t you plan to get the equipment together on this day?