[Comprehensive British and American] Heroes set up villains script

Of course, this is just the subjective feeling of most people, including Dick, towards Aesop.

Only the man who was pressed down by Dick and forced to bend down could see Aesop's expression with his head lowered, half covered by his hair.

There was no expression on Aesop's face, and his pair of glass-colored blue eyes looked like a cold winter day, which made people feel cold.

The man was startled by Aesop's expression, Dick let him go, he staggered a step, he didn't even have time to pick up the briefcase that fell on the floor, got up and ran away, leaving the crowd looking at each other.

On the edge of the crowd, a young man wearing a black peaked cap and a black sweater coldly stared at the man's disappearing figure. He looked back at Aesop who was surrounded by the crowd, and then put his hands in the pocket of the sweater. Back to keep up with the man away.

Dick's attention returned to Aesop's body. He saw Aesop's palm hidden behind his back, and he frowned slightly.

Dick grabbed Aesop's twitching palm, which was mixed with blood and pus, as well as the ashes rubbed on the ground just now and the stones embedded in the flesh.

"I think you need to go to the hospital for medicine." Dick gasped and said, such a wound even seemed painful to him.

Aesop shook his head. The cost of the hospital was too high. He didn't have the money to go to the hospital. He could solve it with just some aloe vera and a bandage, but the same procedure in the hospital would cost tens of dollars. "It's not necessary."

Dick glanced at Aesop in disapproval, but he quickly figured it out, and said in a quick tone: "Well, let's go to a nearby clinic to bandage it, and I can pay for the medical expenses for you. This little money means nothing to me.”

Aesop still shook his head and didn't speak. He was sullenly planning to leave, and Dick didn't care about his reaction and thoughts, and pulled him to the clinic forcefully.

In the clinic, there was only an old doctor guarding the front door. He dozed off with his head propped on one hand, wearing a somewhat yellowish robe, with a stethoscope hanging crookedly around his neck.

Hearing the footsteps of someone coming in, the old doctor sat up as if suddenly awakened.

"Doctor, please show me his palm." Dick half pushed Aesop onto the weak seat, grabbed his hand and placed it on the dark cushion on the table.

The clinic doctor looked at Aesop's bloody palm and couldn't help but gasp: "Hiss—"

The doctor carefully grabbed Aesop's knuckles and propped his naturally curled palms away due to the pain. He pretended to take out a magnifying glass and looked at Aesop's hands for a long time.

"He's a little serious. The wound has been festering for two days, and even has a bad smell." The doctor shook his head and said in a regretful tone. For a moment, Aesop thought that his palm was hopeless.

Dick was a little confused, so there was a special doctor in Wayne Manor who was in charge of their physical condition. This was also his first visit to the small clinic in Gotham City, but according to the doctor, Aesop's wound seemed a little serious. "Can this be cured?" Dick asked.

"It's okay." The doctor paused for a moment and continued, "It's just the price..."

There was a flash of clarity in Aesop's eyes, he understood what the doctor meant, and he just wanted to blackmail them.

The doctor quickly said as if he was afraid that Dick would misunderstand him: "Those medicinal materials are not easy to get in Gotham. The hospital has them, but their products are not good and expensive. I just received the medicine The price has increased a little bit."

"Doctors are also ordinary people. Although they say that doctors are benevolent, we still have to eat." The doctor shrugged.

Dick nodded, he didn't really care about the price, he wasn't short of that, and Bruce Wayne, his adoptive father, was always worried about whether he would do well in school, so he always had a lot of pocket money money.

But Dick is going to give back the card Bruce gave him. He needs to be independent, and then using what Bruce gave him will only smooth his edges and make him weak.

Luckily Dick still had some of his own money, a small wage he earned volunteering in college and savings from karate tournament awards, to start him off at Bruvenhall.

Dick is still willing to spend a small part to treat Aesop's wounds.

Somehow Dick has a crush on this kid, like, they're supposed to be family.

I don't know if Bruce will look for a new Robin after he leaves?If yes, then he can recommend this kid.

But... Dick remembered how he and Bruce had fought at the dinner table this morning. They had completely fallen out.

Presumably with Bruce's personality, he would not listen to his own advice.He has always been like this, never listened to other people's opinions.

Just when the doctor took out the medicine to treat Aesop, Aesop suddenly withdrew his hand, broke free from the restraint of Dick who had been relaxed, and jumped off the chair to escape.

Aesop's reaction was fast, his speed was also very fast, and his movements were very neat, but these were not enough to see in front of Dick. Dick shot quickly and firmly grasped Aesop's shoulders with both arms.

Dick lifted Aesop up and put him back on the chair. His movements were clean and neat, and Aesop, who was stunned by this set, forgot to struggle.

Finding that Aesop had finally stopped the thought of running away, Dick breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and showed a dazzling smile to the doctor who was also stunned, and said briskly, "Please continue."

The doctor was brought back to his senses by Dick's words. He picked up a cotton ball with tweezers and dipped it in iodine to disinfect Aesop's palm.

As soon as the cotton ball touched Aesop's palm, Dick felt Aesop's whole body tense instantly.

Dick felt that it was right for children of this age to be afraid of pain, and he comforted him, "It will pass now, and it will hurt even more in a while."

doctor:?

Aesop:? ? ?

Is this the comforting words of normal people?No, Kuipinpin, is this a human language?

Sure enough, when the doctor took out the stone from Aesop's palm with tweezers, Aesop knew what real pain is. Because of the subconscious curling of Aesop's palm, the stone could not be taken out several times, and the doctor's forehead flowed down. There was a lot of cold sweat, but Aesop was in pain.

About an hour later, Dick walked out of the clinic with a dazed Aesop whose hands were swollen twice with bandages. If it weren't for Aesop's strong objection, the doctor would have wrapped Aesop's hands into shrimp dumplings look.

"Where is your home? I'll take you back. You need to rest at home for a few days with such an injury."

Aesop shook his head, "I'm not going back. I still have things to do." He didn't forget the important purpose of going out today.

"What can you do?" Dick was a little curious. What else can a kid at this age do besides play?At least when he was the other party's age, he still wanted to run out of the circus all day to play

But Dick suddenly remembered that the boy in front of him didn't have his own home, so what he did every day was to try his best to survive.

Dick was a little worried, whether his question would be impolite, and might hurt the boy's heart.

"I'm going to GCPD. (Gotham Police Department.)" Aesop's voice was low.

"Coincidentally, I'm going too." Dick smiled happily and continued to ask: "Your family committed a crime and asked you to come over and sign? Er... Sorry, this is the first thing I thought of."

Aesop's voice was even lower, "No, my mother was killed by those guys at the port. I'll report it." After he was taken out of the island factory by Jason, he quietly paid attention to the surrounding scene, and he didn't ask Jie Sen about that location.

The huge billboard with the picture of tuna, the sound of the ship's horn, and the route Jason drove led Aesop to lock the area on the coast.

Finally, he found a map of Gotham at the roadside bookstall at the end of the alley in the morning. He drew all the possibilities on the ground. According to speculation, it is almost certainly the island factory in Coastal City. This is the only possibility.

It was a factory that had been abandoned for several years, but it had never been demolished or renovated.

This is basically impossible. Gotham is a city where every inch of land is expensive, not to mention the area near the port. It is almost impossible to have an unused property there.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Dick said dryly, not expecting such a sad subject, his parents had lost their lives in a vicious revenge attack very early on.

But luckily for Dick, he was adopted by Bruce Wayne and became Batman's bird.

Aesop didn't speak, he walked forward dully, and Dick didn't know what to say. He followed Aesop. Obviously, his words hurt the boy.

In the police station, they walked in two different directions. Dick walked towards the chief's office, while Aesop waited at the reporting office. There were especially many people reporting on holidays.

Most people call the police for small, innocuous things.

Dick withdrew his gaze. The chief's office was on the second floor of the police station. From the second floor, he could see the entire scene on the first floor. He knocked on the door of the chief's office.

"Please come in."

Dick opened the door, saluted and walked into the office. "Director."

The chief nodded and signaled Dick to sit down. He took off his glasses and rubbed his sore temples.

"What's the matter, Officer Grayson."

"I'm here to transfer the file, which is the transfer file I applied for two days ago." Dick

The director remembered what Dick said. He was really busy these days, and he couldn't remember many things clearly. "Oh." He took out the sealed sheepskin bag from the drawer.

"Officer Dick Grayson, I remember that you entered the police department with excellent personal results. Your stay in Gotham will be of great help to us in solving the case." The chief intends to keep Dick.

It had been many years since such an outstanding guy had applied to join the police force. He remembered that the last one was Detective James Gordon. He was also a very good policeman with full marks in all his grades.

Dick shook his head and kept smiling: "Thank you for your retention. GCPD is a very good police station with many excellent police officers serving Gotham, but I prefer Bruven Sea."

Dick has already said so, and the director can't say anything more.Only the red seal representing the orders of the director of 'GCPD' can be stamped on the sheepskin portfolio.Push this talent who should have belonged to Gotham to Bluhaven.

Dick sat in the chief's office and exchanged a few words with the chief. He looked down through the glass window printed with the Gotham Police Department logo, and saw Aesop who was talking to the police.

Dick drank the glass of water sullenly, and found an excuse to leave the director's office.

"Yes, I'm sure it's those guys." Aesop said again with certainty.

The policeman, who was recording the case for Aesop, held a pen in his right hand, covered his mouth with his left hand and yawned, very carefree.

"Okay, okay, please repeat your reason for suspecting them?" Although his words were basic polite, there was an undisguised carelessness.

Aesop's eyebrows were frowned, and he couldn't help but said a little loudly: "Isn't what I just said enough? It must be them. I even showed you the wound on my hand."

"Oh, your wounds are indeed horrific, and people feel sad for you, child." The policeman showed a fake pity expression, and said, "But you know, we won't send police force at will without definite evidence. There are people like you saying similar things, we can't police everyone."

"Not to mention a criminal case like yours."

As soon as Dick arrived, he heard the police's last words, which were almost ruthless. He glanced at Aesop's hand calmly. Most of the bandage on his left hand had been undone and was hanging on his hand precariously.

Aesop seemed to be hit by the words of the police. He drooped his shoulders like a drowned chicken, and there was deep darkness hidden under the glass-colored eyes. He asked slightly and tremblingly: "Then you don't plan to take care of this matter Yet?"

It's not that I don't care, it's because I can't manage it.

The policeman showed an official smile, "Of course not, please leave your contact information, and we will notify you as soon as we have the results of the investigation."

Dick couldn't help frowning, the usual way of the police, usually this sentence means that they won't do this for you, just to appease your anxious mood.

"I don't have a mobile phone." Aesop's lips moved and he whispered quietly.

"This..." The policeman showed a troubled expression appropriately. "If we find a clue, we don't know how to contact you."

"It's okay, write my phone number." Dick's voice was clear and cheerful, as always.

After the policeman heard Dick's voice, his eyes lit up, and he shouted flatteringly: "Good morning, Officer Grayson."

Dick Grayson, the new celebrity of the police station, joined the police station with excellent grades and was also the fastest trainee policeman to pass the probationary period. He passed the probationary period in about a week.

During his internship, his task was to catch the thief who was always stealing battery cars on the street. As a result, Dick not only caught the thief, but also followed the clues to bring down the whole gang.

As soon as Dick came out, he contracted data collection, item testing, and tracking by himself, and solved the drug dealer case within two days.

Anyway, it's always right to curry favor with Dick.The policeman in charge of recording the case thought of it with a flattering smile, but what he never expected was that his cursing would be useless immediately, because Dick was about to be transferred to Bluhaven.

However, the policeman rolled his eyes and focused on Aesop, whose disheveled black hair was already knotted. What does Dick have to do with this little bastard?

"Good morning," Dick replied, walking up to the policeman, staring at the contents of the notebook with undisguised curiosity.

There were just a few words scribbled on it, including the time and what happened, and it seemed extremely careless.

"May I ask, what's the matter? I seem to have heard a criminal case?"

The policeman waved his hand, "It's no big deal, this little bastard...well, the child's mother was killed." Hearing this, Aesop's eyes shot a cold light and stared straight at the policeman, what do you mean 'no big deal? '

In the eyes of the police, the death of a poor man is no big deal, is it?

Dick said seriously: "Then this is not an easy case."

The policeman nodded and said to Aesop with some urging: "Why don't you go back today, kid? If we have any news, we will notify Officer Grayson."

Aesop didn't say anything else, he glanced at Dick and got the affirmation that Dick let him go back, Aesop turned his head and left Dick behind him and left the police station.

When Aesop's figure completely disappeared at the gate of the police station, Dick put down the smile he had been hanging on his face and replaced it with seriousness, "Okay, now please tell me the details about the case, please?"

In fact, Dick would rather take this case directly to the director and ask him to hand it over to him, but he is no longer a GCPD police officer strictly speaking, and he is not qualified to manage this case.

The author has something to say:

The first meeting of the little bird and the big bird.

I haven't saved this article, and I will be very busy recently because I have social practice.So it’s okay to stop updating occasionally for a day or two, right? (crazy hint)