[Comprehensive British and American] Heroes set up villains script

Alfred was taken aback.

Aesop continued: "Let's say it first, I won't kill people, set fires, do bad things, fight against the police, or fight against any black forces, including things related to jokers."

Alfred looked at Aesop with a complicated expression. This young man who looked very similar to Bruce had a completely different personality and life experience from him.

Bruce at this age lives under the doting of his parents, eats expensive food, and wears soft clothing.

But this child has torn hands, wears clothes that don't fit his figure, and has dirty hair. He is vigilant about all the possibilities of maliciousness in his surroundings.

Why did Alfred get close to this child on a whim, just because he found it interesting and a little nostalgic to see a child who looked the same as Bruce when he was a child.

Alfred didn't help him simply because he wanted to help him. He also had a certain purpose. Although it was not malicious, it could not be denied.

Aesop's vigilance made Alfred feel a strange sense of guilt.

"No, it's just for you, and you don't need to pay any conditions." Alfred said in a soft voice as much as possible.

Aesop glanced at Alfred with a strange gaze, as if what Alfred said was an incredible sentence.

"Why." Aesop looked at Alfred curiously. From the looks of his clothes, he looked like the clothes that the city's elite could have.

Wait, he might know why.

Aesop's expression suddenly became cold.

"Probably because you look so much like a person." Alfred said with half nostalgia.

"Bruce Wayne?" Aesop

Alfred quickly hid the surprise in his eyes, it sounded like people often said he looked like Bruce.

"Yes, what a smart kid." Alfred smiled and praised without hesitation.

Aesop observed Alfred's expression carefully, and said affirmatively, "You are Bruce Wayne's butler."

"How do you know?" Alfred asked with interest.

"First of all, the clothes on your body are made of fabrics that only the upper class can afford. However, the real upper class would not do such a thing as appearing on the street, nor would they be kind enough to buy it for a little poor ghost. Ointment." Aesop slowly expressed his guess and analysis.

"You say I look like a person, it must be Bruce Wayne. Because I have heard countless such words since I was a child, and coupled with the news that the Wayne family continues the ancient tradition of keeping the housekeeper, I can almost Infer that you are Wayne's butler." Aesop

Alfred's astonishment does not need to be concealed now, it is hard to imagine that a child who looks like a maximum of 12 years old can analyze to this extent.

"You're smart." Alfred praised.

"...Huh." Aesop's tone was calm, but his brows and eyes were full of complacency.

Alfred showed a loving smile, he was really just a child, no matter how mature his language and appearance were, he would raise his tail proudly with a little praise.

"Little... Aesop." Jason's voice came from behind.

Aesop, who had long wanted to get rid of Alfred, turned around in surprise and hugged Jason intimately. He only reached Jason's waist, but he still hugged Jason's waist tightly.

Jason looked at Alfred who was a head taller than him. He put Aesop behind him in a protective posture, and his blue-gray eyes watched Alfred defensively.

"Your Excellency has something to do with my brother? Why don't you talk to me?" Jason squinted at Alfred.

Alfred glanced at Aesop's face without any resemblance, and said politely: "I see that the wound on this little gentleman's hand is a little festered, so I bought an ointment and want to give it to him .”

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have already brought him the wound medicine." Jason said, he took out half of an aloe vera from his sweater pocket and put it in Aesop's palm.

Aesop looked at the fresh and tender aloe in his palm, obviously grown by a wealthy family, and began to guess where Jason stole it from.

Alfred put away the ointment, nodded and kept smiling: "I'm being rude."

After Alfred left, Aesop stared straight at Jason with rounded eyes and asked where the other party picked the aloe vera. He was almost reluctant to use such a fresh and tender aloe vera.

Jason waved his hand and didn't tell Aesop, but he unconsciously flashed in his mind the appearance of the other party blowing his beard and staring and daring to speak when he picked the aloe planted by Aide after returning the car today.

After walking two steps, Jason stopped and stared at Aesop...the chest pocket with complicated eyes.

Aesop was a little confused by him, and he asked confusedly: "What's wrong?"

"Look at the bag on your chest." Jason's tone was a little dazed.

Aesop lowered his head, and saw an ointment lying quietly in the small black bag on his chest, which was what Alfred wanted to give him just now.

He clearly remembered that the other party took back the ointment later, when did he put it in?

Jason snorted, apparently very dissatisfied with Aesop's failure to notice that there was something extra on his body in the first place, and then he added, "A not simple old man."

Alfred came out to get the contract for Bruce today. To the outside world, Bruce Wayne is an ignorant playboy, so Alfred needs to go out and do something for Bruce appropriately.

Alfred sat in the car, staring straight at the scenery outside the window.

Unconsciously, he thought of the bad things that happened in Wayne Manor recently, and the relationship between the young master and the master became more and more rigid.

A few days ago, Alfred saw Dick get his graduation certificate from Gotham University, but Dick didn't say a word to them, and he didn't even participate in the night watch anymore, which seemed to distance him from them.

Aesop's alert expression flashed in Alfred's mind, and he took out his cell phone.

Maybe it's time for them to breathe new life into the estate.Wouldn't it be great that both Dick and Bruce could feel the crisis?

And that kid named Aesop looked too much like Bruce when he was a child, how could this prevent Alfred from having a good impression.

Alfred Pennyworth

Sir, I think...

master

Don't even think about it.

master

There can be no more children in the family than Dick.

Well, Alfred blinked in disappointment, but he can investigate Aesop's information, and later convince Bruce with the reason that he is old and childless.

When he returned to the Batcave, he used the bat computer to search for Aesop-related information but could not find any information. Alfred realized that things were not that simple.

"What are we going to do?" Aesop looked up at Jason. Jason only let himself follow him, but didn't tell him what he was going to do. He was originally adopted by the other party and he was not qualified to ask these questions.

But...

Aesop glanced around, beautiful neon lights, blaring music, laughter of women, women in revealing clothes who cast ambiguous glances at himself and Jason.

Aesop's eyes accidentally swept over those women, he couldn't help but blushed and lowered his head, slandering in his heart, so this is the red light district?This is the same as what Aesop saw in the movie on the big TV in People's Square.

"You won't be here for the first time?" Jason asked casually, God knows he just thought Aesop's reaction was too interesting.

"Isn't this normal?" Aesop asked back: "I'm only 12 years old. It's not normal for you to come here often as an underage."

"It's obvious that your mind is dirty. If you were open-minded, you wouldn't say that at all." Jason waved his hand, he smiled and pointed to the yellow neon light flashing in front of him, which said 'big bowl of wide noodles' in Chinese small shop. "I just come here often to eat noodles."

"The owner of this shop is a Chinese. He was abducted and wandered here when he was a child, and then he opened a small shop here because of some coincidences." Jason explained, "The noodles he made are delicious. It's only in my brother In a place like Tan, it is difficult to find a suitable store on the street, so you can only open a store in this corner."

Aesop reviewed himself for half a minute for his shameful delusion.

There were not many people in the noodle restaurant. The walls that were supposed to be white were polluted by the oil that floated all the year round. Mosquitoes were flying in the shop. There were two scattered tables of people sitting in the shop. The boss was sitting in the shop holding The mobile phone is playing Xiaoxiaole.

Jason took Aesop into the store, "Boss, beef noodles." Jason said proficiently in Chinese. In fact, he only knows this Chinese sentence. Just a word.

"Ah, it's Jason." The boss uncle stood up and greeted Jason in English with a smile. He saw Aesop behind Jason and continued to ask, "Is this your friend?"

"That's right." Jason nodded.

"This is the first time I see you bring friends to eat." The boss said with emotion.

Every time he saw Jason, he was alone. No matter how dirty or wounded he was, he would always be alone.

"Ah... this kid will be my partner in the future." Jason explained.

Jason naturally found a seat and sat down. He pulled Aesop to sit across from him. He picked up an empty bowl and poured a cup of tea from the teapot, and took a sip.

The boss nodded thoughtfully, he knew what Jason was doing.It's just... The boss glanced at Aesop suspiciously. This kid looks so thin, can he really do those things well?

"Since it's Xiaojie's first time bringing your friends to play, then this meal will count as my treat." The boss said kindly.

"Isn't that good?" Jason naturally knew how difficult it was for the boss to open a shop here, he didn't make much money, and was occasionally blackmailed by street gangsters, so he could barely live on.

"It's okay." The boss waved his hand.

The boy Jason often came to take care of his business, and even helped him drive away the gangsters on the street a few times. He was a very good boy, and it was not a few pennies to treat them to a meal of noodles. still live.

It was hard for Jason to shirk anything, Aesop stared quietly at the oil-stained desktop, his brain was working at high speed thinking about the relationship between Jason and his boss, and where he could use it.

Ten minutes later, the boss put two bowls of hot beef noodles on their table, and made two bowls of soup and a dish of kimchi from them. "Please enjoy."

Aesop stared silently at the beef noodles in front of him, a few grains of beef scattered on the surface, green, and dishes he had never seen before scattered in the soup, probably the legendary oriental dish called scallions vegetable.

Is that the point?of course not.

If he read it correctly, the soup base is all red, so red that it turns black! !This was the first time he had seen such a tomato pot, and Aesop hypnotized himself.

The taste is so pungent, you won't die if you eat it?

Aesop glanced calmly at Jason who skillfully rolled up the noodles with chopsticks to 'suck' the delicious food.

Should.. be edible?

Aesop dipped some noodle soup with his chopsticks clumsily, he stuck out a little tip of his tongue, and tentatively licked the tip of the chopsticks.

The tingling pain from the tip of the tongue to the nerve endings made Aesop's whole body tremble, followed by the spiciness that spread throughout his mouth.

He let out a breath, and quickly picked up the soup the boss prepared for him, but he couldn't recover after a bowl of soup.

Aesop quickly pushed the bowl of noodles away, and looked at the bowl of noodles with the expression of looking at the god of death. His eyes were like those of soldiers on the battlefield. He had never been so exaggerated when he ate wasabi for the first time.

Damn, wicked oriental cuisine.

Jason, who had finished pulling the face in two bites, was watching Aesop's reaction with his face on his face, with a gloating smile on his face.

You know, he also had this reaction when he ate this for the first time, but it's so cool to see other people showing this expression.

It's probably a kind of thought that if I have been punished by others, then I will punish more people.

"How about you try the noodles." Jason reminded him friendly, he felt that Aesop should taste the essence of such a delicious dish.

"No." Aesop refused.

"Try it." Jason pushed the bowl back in front of Aesop, and eagerly picked up the noodles with his chopsticks and placed it near Aesop's mouth.

Aesop watched Jason's eaten chopsticks approaching his mouth with some resistance, but in the end he couldn't resist Jason's insistence, and he took a small bite tentatively.

!!!

Grass!

Really fragrant.

Ten minutes later, Aesop and Jason walked out of the noodle shop patted their bellies contentedly.

Jason took Aesop back to their residence, yes, theirs, that residence in the factory, Aesop's house can't go back now, those guys must be waiting in his house.

But he still has to find time to go back, he has something to get back.

Aesop came here for the second time. In the elevator, he found that the people below looked at him less kindly.

The last time they turned a blind eye to themselves, at most they glanced at themselves with empty eyes and then looked away.

This time, he could clearly feel the maliciousness mixed in the crowd, aimed at himself.

The most obvious one was the kid who was in charge of the elevator, he was full of jealousy and unwillingness to see him.

What he is jealous of Aesop can actually be guessed, it is nothing more than the same child picked up by Jason, why can Aesop be taken to the second floor by Jason, but he can only guard the elevator on the first floor and lean on Jie Sen's handouts to get by?

Yes, the little ghost guarding the elevator was also brought back by Jason. Jason told Aesop that he picked up the dying little ghost on the side of the road, picked it up and threw it on the first floor. Unexpectedly, the little ghost actually He survived but with a limped leg.

The corner of Aesop's mouth couldn't help evoking an indifference. They were also children brought back by Jason. The gap between them is quite obvious, isn't it?

How can a kid who can't even hide his emotions, let out his malice wantonly, and expose his weaknesses have the right to stand by Jason's side?

A child like him, as long as he walks out of this factory, he will be killed for profit or become a pawn that can be thrown at any time.

Aesop has a secret. He can feel people's emotions more clearly. He calls this ability "sensitivity". Unwillingness is gloomy dark blue.

Of course, this is limited to some people, like the old man named Alfred, in the eyes of Aesop, he is his own human figure, not a white mist.

Aesop guessed that it was probably because the opponent's rank was much higher than his own.

Sometimes Aesop wondered if he would be a product of superhuman research, and 'sensitivity' was obviously not an ability that ordinary people should have.

He has to be called a freak for a reason, doesn't he?Not everyone is a freak from birth. Aesop is different. He has been a freak in the eyes of people around him since he was conscious.

He runs faster, jumps higher, and has much more strength than his peers, and will do some unsuitable 'pranks' to peers who don't like him without thinking.

Aesop knew that he was not normal when he was very young. A normal person would not kill and skin a pet snake raised by a companion who was teasing him, and hang it on the other's balcony to demonstrate, right?

Aesop is almost sure that his abnormal genes come from a father he has never met, and his mother is gentle and peaceful.

Aesop disguised himself very well. In front of Peggy, he acted like an ordinary kid who was a little rebellious, but very sensible and cheerful, and liked superheroes. Peggy had always believed in this.

Aesop has grown a lot in the past few years. He has carved the mask deeply into his soul, and he feels that he is 'normal'.

He likes Superman, because Superman will help everyone in Metropolis, whether that person has done something bad or not, he will help him.

It is a kind of pure love for human beings. I don't care about the other party's camp, and I just bear it because of love.

No, he was normal.Just go astray, not every hero is exactly like Superman, right?

Aesop's repressed heart was released, and he showed a relieved smile. He was normal in the first place.

He who learned from the hero should not be malicious towards that child, even if the other party is malicious towards him, he should tolerate the other party magnanimously.

Of course, this is limited to the fact that the other party does not threaten his own life.If his life is threatened, even Superman will shoot in self-defense, right?

Aesop naturally found reasons for himself.

"Aesop?"

Aesop subconsciously turned his head towards the source of the sound. He was relieved in his confusion, and a smile on the corner of his mouth was reflected in Jason's eyes.

Jason couldn't help shivering, and that smile again.

Aesop came back to his senses, and Aesop could see the other party's expression and the vigilance in his eyes. He pretended not to know and asked, "What's wrong? Jason?"

"What are you laughing at?" Jason frowned deeply, and he asked in a slightly offensive tone.

"Did I laugh?" Aesop blinked innocently.

"You laughed!" Jason "Don't you know?"

"Probably?" Aesop didn't know whether he was smiling or not.

"What were you thinking just now?" Jason rolled his eyes, what's going on with this guy, he doesn't even know whether he is smiling, is he wandering while walking?

"Huh? It's nothing. It's just that I suddenly felt very relaxed. I think that's why I laughed?" Aesop pouted.

The author has something to say:

Little Aesop can see others clearly, but not himself.

I went out to dinner with my roommates tonight. One roommate was drunk and no one helped her, so I went to help her. Other roommates told me quietly that she was faking, and later found out that she was really faking, and I paid for the meal. Damn, if she eats to death, I won't leave her alone.

Then when I went to pick her up, I carried her in the rain all the way, but she didn't let me talk to her, and insisted on letting the man she liked pick her up.

Now she pretends in the dormitory...crying on the table and beating herself. One roommate couldn't bear it, so she yelled at her directly: "You pretend to be crazy again, if you want to beat yourself, you have to do it hard."

Then she may have found that her roommate was really angry, she got up immediately and didn't dare to cry

terrible.