Time Miko

A storm last night brought a rare cloudless and clear sky to Gotham today.

The water droplets mixed in the leaves reflect its light from time to time under the bright sunlight, making the whole Gotham look radiant.

The atmosphere in Wayne Manor today is a bit weird, because Bruce Wayne, the owner of the manor, actually sat in the living room on this bright morning and ate the breakfast prepared by Alfred.

Dick Grayson and Tim Drake, who rarely came home, silently passed radio signals to each other at the dining table.

And Damian Wayne, whose biological clock is always on time, stared at this person who could not have appeared here with wide eyes, and while chewing the food in his mouth, he was thinking whether he had slept a little too much. It was late, so hallucinating.

As for the culprit who caused all this, he chewed his breakfast unconsciously, while flipping through the newspaper in his hand, and asked Ah Fu to fill his coffee cup again......

Dick endured extraordinarily hard. You know, although Bruce didn't sleep until 3 pm every day, seeing him sitting at the dining table at 7 am can be compared with the sun rising from the west. It's over...not to mention, it's only 4 minutes before 7 o'clock...

Dick secretly glanced at the time on the grandfather clock in the corner of the living room, and added something silently in his heart.

So he gives Tim a look, only to get Tim's drooping eyelids to tell him clearly that he's not involved.

So Dick Grayson took out the courage to leave home back then, pretended to cough and said:

"Um...Bruce, did you go to bed early last night...or haven't you?"

As soon as the words were finished, two gazes that focused on Li immediately shot to this side from two corners.

"Same as usual, what's wrong?"

Bruce Wayne didn't even lift his head from the newspaper, he just answered casually.

But this answer made Dick scratch his heart even more like a cat.

"...Does this mean that there is no answer at all?"

What is the same as usual, please, Batman's bedtime is completely irregular, maybe 1 am, or 2 am, or 5 am, but occasionally he will fall asleep at 10 pm (in In the injured state sent back by Superman), what the hell is it as usual.

Just when Dick was itching to think about what excuse to use to ask, something that made Damian accidentally drop the bread he was chewing on the expensive wool carpet on the ground——Anta Na quietly pushed open the door of the living room, and slowly moved into the house.

"Oh! Miss Antana, why did you get up so early today?"

Alfred showed a rare expression of surprise, not only him, but all the people in the room without exception stopped what they were doing, and paid attention to Antana who came in.

No wonder they were so surprised. After seeing Antana's sleeping time, no one would have thought that she would wake up so early.

After all, Bruce may be forced by Ah Fu to get up for breakfast, but for an Antana who will never wake up even if the world falls apart, no matter where he is, no matter what time he falls asleep, in such a The morning's presence in the living room...  

Dick, Tim, and Damian had completely forgotten to eat, and they could only stare wide-eyed at the woman who slowly moved over, slowly pulled a chair away, and then slowly moved in.

Bruce seems like he's trying to pretend he doesn't care, but his wandering gaze gives away what he's really thinking.

As a top butler, Alfred immediately showed his professionalism after being slightly surprised:

"I'm very sorry, Miss Antana, I didn't expect you to wake up so early today, what do you want for breakfast?"

Alfred stopped making Antana's breakfast after several experiences where he couldn't wake Antana from his sleep anyway, but this didn't prevent him from making Antana's breakfast in 10 minutes. Recreate a delicious breakfast inside.

"....ice cream"

Antana seemed to wake up forcibly, because her blurred eyes and slow reaction showed that she didn't seem to be in the right state, although she usually reacted very slowly.

Oh don't ask them how they could tell from her perpetually sleepy face and eyes that were always only a small slit open that she was more dazed now than usual.

In short, they could tell that Antana didn't seem to be too sober at the moment, even though she was already here.

"Miss Antana, ice cream can't be served as breakfast, how about a delicious whole wheat bread with some grilled sausage and some fried eggs, some fresh vegetable salad and fruit, and a cup of hot milk, of course when you finish eating these You can have some ice cream for dessert”

Answering him was Antana's head slowly moving up and down...

Soon a steaming fresh breakfast was served on the table and placed in front of Antana, and then Alfred carefully put on a pair of clothes for the woman who seemed to be still struggling between dreaming and waking. Special napkins in case she accidentally spills food on her body.

And then, under the eyes of everyone, Antana stuffed the breakfast into his mouth one by one.

There is one thing that the boys of the Bat family have always been very concerned about. How did Antana use that slow movement to wipe out the food so quickly?

You know, Alfred will never allow anyone to be hungry in Wayne Manor, which means that although Alfred's words don't sound like much, in fact the amount served is The amount of other people combined is several times as much.

And Antana seemed to be approaching Flash not only because of her appetite, but also her eating speed was approaching Flash.

"...how does she eat?"

Damian was the first to ask his question, and this was the unanimous question of everyone—how did Antana eat that pile of food so quickly in such a slow motion?Regardless of where the food was eaten by her.

It's just that his question is naturally like a stone thrown into a lake, causing a little wave and then disappearing.

Alfred had the same question about this, but his professionalism prevented him from asking it.

It's just that Antana would appear here so early, and it was obvious that he hadn't woken up, which really made him a little curious.

"Miss Antana, why did you wake up so early today?"

After Antana stuffed the last bite of food into his mouth, Alfred asked a question casually, but of course he didn't expect an answer.

But Antana always brought them many surprises. For example, this time she tried her best to answer Alfred's question even though her mouth was full of food:

“Today is a good day”

Indistinct barely recognizable syllables.

"Oh it was my fault I shouldn't have asked you questions while you were still eating"

Alfred carefully cleaned up some food crumbs that fell on Antana's clothes, and blamed himself.

After Antana tried hard to swallow what was in his mouth, he spoke again:

“Today is a good day”

Although I know that Antana's logical thinking cannot be measured by normal people, but this nonsensical sentence...

Everyone looked up at the increasingly bright sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows...

Today is indeed a good weather, but what Antana said is definitely not simply referring to the good weather today.

It is impossible for a person who can sleep in the corner of a certain alley in a certain alley in the light rain to be carried back by Batman without knowing anyone, so it is impossible to care about today's weather conditions.

So everyone looked at the person who seemed to have entered the sleep mode with his eyes open after saying this sentence, and communicated with each other the information they only knew with their eyes at a loss.

"Hey! Woman! What do you mean by that?"

Damian was the first to walk up to Antana impatiently and asked.

But what answered him was Antana's eyes hidden under the long eyelashes, which seemed to be contemptuously through the gap that was only open.

Damian's mouth twitches, and Dick pushes him back into his seat before he can snap.

"By the way, Bruce, why did you get up so early today?"

Dick changed the subject in due course.

"......I don't know, I always feel that something will happen today"

In fact, Bruce himself didn't know. He didn't fall asleep until 2:[-] in the morning as usual last night, but he seemed to have a good dream, and then woke up. He never believed in the so-called instinct and intuition, but today he There was always this feeling, a feeling that something good was going to happen.

Because I couldn't sleep, I had to get up, so I saw him at the dinner table early in the morning.

Bruce's answer silenced Tim.

Antana has a supernatural ability. Although he is not sure whether her ability is the so-called time travel, or some other ability with the ability to travel through time and space, Antana is undoubtedly an unknown existence.

She can know a lot of things they don't know, is it a premonition?If Antana's ability is time and space, then it is not impossible for her to predict the future by peeping.

Of course, Tim didn't simply think that Antana's "today is a good day" had nothing to do with Bruce's rare intuition.

"...Dick, I'm afraid something will happen today"

Tim calmly stated his conclusion.

Alfred finally served a small bowl of ice cream—vanilla.

Antana silently picked up the spoon, and stuffed small spoonfuls into his mouth.

While everyone was watching her eating and thinking about what would happen, the sudden ringing of the doorbell interrupted everyone's thoughts.

As the butler, Alfred was naturally the one to open the door.

So everyone heard Alfred's rare music in the room:

"Come on, who is it?"

"Oh my God, you're back!"

"Great, Master Bruce has been waiting for you!!"