"I gave up... This thing can't be broken... What kind of hard thing is this, so hard that a meteorite can't destroy it? As soon as Carla entered the office, she lay on the couch with no love, and the soul of the entire Kryptonian was about to vomit.

Today she really opened her eyes, she always thought that the things that Xingle was talking about with herself, there was a sky outside the sky, there were people outside the people, and her Kryptonian BUG was a BUG, but it was definitely not a disaster, especially Xingle also cited a lot, even if Superman fought alone, it was not the existence of an opponent:

Batman (really knocked down), he Han Xingle (boasting), Indexer (the same character as the previous one), Darkseid, a certain demon god and the like, always makes Kara feel that this guy has been out of reality for too long, he is hallucinating, how can there be so many characters that Superman can't deal with.

Now, a little-known gold cup has opened her eyes.

And Xingle gently wiped the golden cup, after all, it has been tossed for so long, it has been beaten, it has been beaten, it has been beaten, and it has even been fried, it is better to wipe it.

“... I ask you, do you know how to ruin this... Gold Trophy? ”

Damian was also panting with a collapsed face, he had to say that Han Xingle's thing was really too difficult to do, and if it went on like this, this gold cup had not been tossed and destroyed, and he would lie down tired.

Bombs tried, lasers tried, sonic cannons tried, even sulfuric acid, damn it too, but this thing... Xiaoqiang in metalwork is still a fighter in Xiaoqiang!

Seeing Damian's performance, Xingle smiled with relief, and then said:

"I know, but ah, if your father doesn't need me to say, he knows how to destroy it, you're his son... It shouldn't be worse than him. ”

Very basic agitation method, up to now, Xingle has always described this simple and clear agitation method as shameful, after all, if you have a little experience, no one will fall for this kind of trick, and the disgusting damage of Xingle to the extreme is the supreme magic weapon of the agitation method in today's world.

Of course, this kind of agitation also depends on the person to distinguish between use, especially... This little ghost who has little experience in social interaction and choking words, this simple and clear method is more suitable for this little child.

Especially this indignant young man...

“... You wait for me. Sure enough, Damien, who was provoked, turned his head and left unwillingly, but what Xingle said made sense, his father must be able to do this kind of thing, so... As the son of his own father, he must not be left behind!

"Hey, do you really think Batman can break this thing?"

Dick on the side expressed his humble opinion, it was really not Dick negative, this thing was really strong, such a hard thing, he had never heard of it so far.

And for this question, Xingle just said mysteriously:

"Oh, I have a little confidence in you, that guy is very good, of course, what can be done and when can do it are two different things."

Understood, it's not a question of whether you can do it, it's a question of when you can do it, you kid can.

Knowing Xingle's sinister intentions and ugly face, Dick immediately gave Xingle a thumbs up, it's really a pity that this guy doesn't want to be a villain... I really want to arrest him myself.

"Hmph~... Hey? It's noon, so let's make lunch, Dick and Damian, come and help. ”

Xingle looked at the time and determined that it was already noon, so he called Dick and Damian to come and cook with him.

Dick's words, because he is an adult, and he has also left the home on the other side of Gotham, so he is already a self-reliant adult, and he can still do some basic cooking, but he can't compare with Xingle.

As for Damian... He didn't have much foundation, so Xingle had to teach him from scratch.

"Why should I help you cook?"

As the young owner of the League of Assassins, Damian has never learned cooking in his life, only training and training, and it is also the teaching of the world to survive, and even after arriving at Batman's home, because he has an extraordinary housekeeper, he has never been exposed to cooking-related things.

To put it simply, it is to open the mouth with food and reach out with clothes, which is the most unsightly state of Xingle.

“... You can ask the three girls in the back to help me cook, but I can guarantee that they can make something poisonous for you even if there are no toxins in the ingredients, do you dare to eat it? ”

"I'll squirt you to death with a sip of salt soda!!" The three girls were furious at Xingle's instructions and threw the pillows on the sofa, but they were all caught by the three men with one hand.

“... It's true? ”

"I use the happiness of the second half of my stomach as a guarantee, and Tong Su is not deceived."

“... Don't you think I'd make something like that? ”

"Do you make that poisonous dish?"

"No, it won't."

"That's it, come here, I'll teach you."

In this way, Xingle began to teach Damian by hand, starting with the most skillful chopping of vegetables that Damian should do, so that it should not be too difficult to get started at the beginning.

And Dick quietly turned his phone to live mode, put it on the table, and then tossed it in the kitchen with Xingle, after all, he didn't know why, he kind of wanted him to see it.

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At the same time, the Bat Cave

"Yes, yes, that's it, don't use your hands too fast, that's how you do it at a constant speed."

"The knife work is good... Oops! Don't turn the knife! Beginners, don't be cool! Teacher, stop him! ”

"You two are so annoying!!"

On the screen, it is Dick transmitting a signal to the Batcave through his mobile phone, and the picture of the live broadcast directly, above, Damian, Xingle and Dick are cooking together, talking and laughing on the way, although Damian is complaining and gritting his teeth on the way, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is very immersed in it.

In front of the computer screen, the man took off his mask, looking at the rare warmth and peace on it, and the man's hard face, which had been tense for too long, finally appeared with a smile.

Although shallow, but... He saw that his two sons could bear that kind of darkness without being by his side, that... Maybe it's what I once hoped it would be.

"Master Bruce, maybe you should come over for a while."

At this time, Alfred approached Bruce from behind. Wayne, respectfully put forward his own suggestion, for him, this child who has been seen by himself since childhood, maybe it is time to get out of the haze.

“... Not the time, Alfred. ”

After a short silence, Bruce put back on his mask, and as Batman again, he turned the live broadcast to the side screen, and then in front of the main screen, he brought up the image of a strong man, the man's name was - Erb.