[Comprehensive British and American] Heroes set up villains script

Aesop's glass-colored eyes hidden under the long eyelashes lightly swept over the drooping Tim, and a gleam flashed across his eyes, blinking, and the gleam disappeared in his eyes, as if he had never noticed Tim's thought.

"Just one word from Bruce Wayne can stop me from destroying? Does he really think he is the boss of the manor? Oh, he is, but I am not a member of the manor."

Aesop snorted lightly, and his tone was still calm, but Tim could hear the pride in his tone.

I don't know why I am so proud.

Aesop lifted the pillow, pulled out the pillow core, and poured out two table knives, a fork, a razor blade, and a sharpened iron piece. Tim recognized it, the iron piece It is the decoration of the cabinet stand.

so?There is actually no reason for Aesop to appear on the ground every time?

Tim thought it was Aesop trying to get his legs to obey him and try to walk on his own.

From the looks of it now, that was probably an illusion for them.The real purpose is probably to find everything that can be a weapon.

Tim squinted. He had read in a psychology book that people with certain mental illnesses would subconsciously look for and hoard things that make them feel safe, and hide them only for themselves to trust and trust. Those who are willing to show their sincerity know.

Aesop kept hoarding weapons that made him feel safe, weapons that would protect him, and was willing to show them to Tim without even worrying about Tim turning around and telling Bruce or Nightwing.

Does this mean that Aesop trusts him?

Rabid Rabbit trusts Tim Drake, a Robin, and man, does that mean he's almost on a par with Jason Todd in Aesop's heart.This realization made Tim feel a little giddy.

The corners of Aesop's mouth curled up in a sneer, and Tim's image was reflected in his glass blue eyes. He was such a gullible kid, just let him see what he wanted to show him, and believed his own. guess.

Such a Robin bird can hardly survive in the gray area of ​​Gotham.It's no wonder that Batman's big wings have been covering him, preventing him from going on night patrol with him. What Tim needs to train is not just force.

That's fine though, having Tim by his side will help him a lot in the future, and Aesop is willing to let Tim 'get' the parts he wants.

Before he no longer needs Tim to provide help and information, Aesop is willing to give him some sweets, ha, there is no child who has lived in the real Gotham.

A second before Tim raised his head, Aesop withdrew the smile on his face, and he slowly put the weapon back in place.

"Want to go shopping with me?" Tim smiled sincerely.

"You mean the one in a wheelchair?" Aesop asked

"No, you have to learn to walk on your own." Tim kept a serious face, trying to imitate Bruce's usual appearance.

"Pfft——" Aesop laughed, and he frowned to imitate Bruce's disapproving eyes: "No, Robin. You can't ask a disabled person to learn to walk."

"Oh, such a Batman."

The two were amused by their own jokes, and Aesop even exaggeratedly slumped down on the bed and laughed.

Outside Aesop's room door, Bruce stopped his preparations to knock on the door. His brows were raised first, then flattened. He showed a helpless smile, but quickly retracted it, and turned to leave.

Bruce originally wanted to have a good talk with Aesop. He felt that some of what Afu said made sense. He couldn't keep such a rigid, even hateful attitude with his children forever.

When eating, Aesop always rubbed the knife in his hand, and cast his eyes on Bruce vaguely, as if he would throw the knife out at any time to kill Bruce.

That made Bruce not relax his vigilance for a moment when he was eating. Why did the family dinner become like this.

Bruce wants to try to have a good relationship with Aesop, at least not as stiff as it is now.

But now it seems that his laugh is more willing to give Tim.And Aesop's smile will never give himself, he is a terrible father.

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On Wayne Island, the sky was overcast, it had just rained, and the air was humid.

Damian Wayne jumped out of the stretch limousine, and the rainwater deposited on the ground splashed on his black leather shoes.

Damian slammed the car door and walked forward quickly. The servant holding the umbrella next to him could hardly keep up with his pace.

"Damian." A woman's voice came from the car window.

Damian didn't look back and continued walking forward.

"Damian Wayne, stop here." The woman's voice this time was much harsher than before.

Damian turned his back to the car and rolled his eyes. His ice blue eyes, which were the same color as Batman's, were full of impatience. With a small handsome face, he struggled for maybe ten seconds.

Damian turned his head to the mother's face exposed through the car window and asked, "Is there anything else? Mother."

Talia ordered: "You are not allowed to hurt your brother."

Damian asked suspiciously, "I have an older brother?"

Thalia frowned: "You know who I'm talking about."

"Aesop Wayne you mean?" Damian pulled out a cold smile.

Damian reached out and tugged at the red tie around his collar. He didn't like wearing these tight clothes at all, but Talia asked him to wear this.

Damian said indifferently: "If he is really as powerful as Aunt Peggy said, he will not be killed by me. If he is killed by me, it can only be blamed for his inferior skills, and it is destined to be so. "

Thalia just said he wasn't allowed to hurt 'brother', she didn't say he wasn't allowed to kill Aesop Wayne.

Talia planned to continue talking, but Damian didn't give her this chance anymore. He glanced at Wayne Manor, which was close at hand, turned his head and extended his hand to the servant holding the umbrella: "Go back, next I can walk the distance myself."

The servant holding the umbrella took back the umbrella, handed the suitcase in his hand to Damian, bowed his head and replied respectfully, "Yes, young master. '

After saying this, he didn't leave. He watched Damian's back getting farther and farther away, with pride for Damian in his eyes.

Look, this is the young master of their League of Assassins.A powerful and arrogant young master who can speak boldly to kill 'brother'.

"Hello, butler." Damian waved to Alfred who had been waiting for him at the door for a long time.

"Welcome home, Fifth Young Master." Alfred smiled kindly.

For this bad-tempered son of Bruce, the young master of the League of Assassins, Alfred was still able to maintain a peaceful mind.

"Fifth Young Master?" Damian frowned.

He remembered that when he came to Wayne Manor a few times ago, Alfred still called him 'Fourth Young Master'.

Damian would have preferred to be the only young master of Wayne Manor, but apparently, his father had given permission to several other guys.

Damian tried to provoke Dick Grayson, the young master of Wayne Manor. That guy was stronger than himself. After defeating him, he even rubbed his hair with a smile to let him continue to work hard. The elder brother will always look forward to his challenge, huh, Hypocrisy guy.

Sooner or later, he will beat him.

Damian was forced to admit his identity as the fourth son of Wayne Manor, but it doesn't mean he can accept suddenly becoming the fifth son. Although there is only one finger difference between the fourth and fifth sons, it is a world of difference for Damian. Don't.

Damian asked: "So you have admitted the identity of the guy with impure blood?"

Alfred still kept smiling and did not reply to Damian's question.

He just raised his finger to point the way, "Fifth Young Master, please, the master has been waiting for you in the Bat Cave for a long time. I have other things to do, so please go there on your own."

Damian's eyes lit up, obviously excited to meet his father, Gotham's famous Batman.

Damian was just about to run over, but he remembered what his grandfather and Thalia had told him, that he was the future master of Wayne Manor, and he should act like a master in front of his servants.

Damian nodded reservedly towards Alfred and said, "Okay, I understand, butler."

After speaking, Damian turned his back to Alfred and unbuttoned his suit, and quickly ran to the location Alfred pointed to.

Alfred showed a kind smile to the back of his little master Damian.

What a lively child.

His master doesn't have a wife, but at least he has quite a few children. Although none of them are worrying, at least the younger one is quite energetic.

Soon, Alfred couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Alfred will soon find out that the younger one is the one who is the most troublesome. Although he is very energetic, he tries to kill Aesop who has just been found, and Alfred has no time to feel sorry for him.

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Damian slammed the door angrily, which was different from when he slammed the car door just now, this time his action was full of anger and deliberation, as if he wanted to let everyone know that he was angry.

The sound of the door slamming on the door frame shook Tim, who lived in the room next to Damian, and typed a wrong word. Tim shrugged, deleted the wrong word, and took a sip of his freshly brewed coffee .

Tim tapped the keyboard slowly, and the sound of the keyboard being tapped was extremely loud in the quiet and dark room. He thought casually that it sounded like that guy Damian had come to Wayne Manor.

Their room was deliberately arranged by Alfred. Next to Dick's room was Jason's room, followed by Aesop's, Tim's and Damian's.

Wearing a fluffy orange cat cloak cover, Tim stood up and walked barefoot to the door, closing the door gently.

Almost every room in Wayne Manor has very good sound insulation, but the effect will be completely different when you open the door, at least you can hear the big movements on this floor.

In order to be able to respond to Aesop's possible (actually, it never happened) call at the first time, Tim opened the door a crack, who would have thought that the little devil Damian would come to the manor today, God, now Elementary school has summer vacation so early?

Maybe he should write a paper advocating longer school days for elementary school students.

Tim didn't want to hear the sound of Damian throwing things in the room, just like the last time Damian came to the manor, it was so noisy.

Did he think someone would come to comfort him?This is Wayne Manor, the territory of Batman, Robin and Butler, not some assassin servant alliance of the young master.

The author has something to say:

Not too happy, the cat broke its leg, and today it was taken to get a bone.

If it doesn’t recuperate well, it will be really lame. It obviously broke its leg. After returning home today, it still runs around, and it obviously can’t jump. The lame leg learned a nine-point image.

Tomorrow, I will take it for an injection... to reduce swelling and so on.

It doesn't look good.

The nose doesn't work either.

By the way, sit and wait for a cute car.