I plant trees in the superhero world

After waking up early in the morning, Cyril washed up and sat upright on the sofa to call Bruce Wayne. Getting angry is one thing, but the overall situation is one thing. He will not make mistakes in major matters because of losing his temper.Indeed, if the people of the Cosmic Legion really landed, Gotham would be a big problem.

In fact, Cyril's memory of numbers is not that deep. It's just that he chose Bruce's private phone number, which is separate from his work phone number. The number is very easy to remember. If he didn't change the number or he remembered it correctly, he should still be able to Get through.In fact, it shouldn't be necessary to change the number. Although he chose it, it shouldn't be so naive to cut off all the connections with the past.

The phone was connected after a few rings. Bruce on the phone should have woken up, but there was still a little sleepiness in his voice: "...good morning."

"Good morning." Cyril decided to get straight to the point, and false greetings were not his style, "I want to go to Arkham Asylum to strengthen myself today."

"Yes, but I haven't gotten up yet, you can wait for me at the manor."

"……Can."

Cyril put on his trench coat, drew a circle and went through it. Now he has realized the benefits of the spell, at least he doesn't have to turn into a woman. There are cameras he installed near Wayne Manor. shame.

Since Cyril finished beating Bruce, he didn't feel that he had to get back his ex's face, or abuse his ex, but at least he wasn't ashamed in front of his ex. He felt that it was a little timid to change from Cyril back to the original.

Alfred still opened the door to Cyril with a kind smile: "Good morning, Cyril."

Even though the two of them broke up long ago, Alfred's attitude was always the same.

Seeing the old butler's smile, Cyril suddenly remembered his brain hole. After all, Cyril had read a lot during his second year of middle school, including the president's article for complaining and learning strange knowledge. He remembered that every time he was in When getting along with Bruce in the manor, Alfred sometimes looked at him with a smile, and Cyril could always imagine that the old butler in the president's article looked at his president with a gratified smile: "Ah, the young master has not been so happy for a long time. laughed."

Every time I think about it here, Cyril can't help but hold back a smile when he looks at Bruce's playboy face in disguise.Thinking about it now is a long time ago.

"Good morning, Alfred." Although he and Bruce are not in harmony, there is no need to be in harmony with Alfred. After all, Alfred has not done anything, and he is still a very kind person. old man.

"Come in, Cyril, have you had breakfast yet?" Alfred beckoned Cyril in very familiarly, "Master is still washing up."

He is already a master. He was still a master when he was in Gotham, but it is said that Bruce Wayne adopted two children, so he should be upgraded.

Cyril sat down in the familiar living room, the decoration had not changed much. Cyril originally thought that he would never return to Gotham, but it turned out that he had grown up and matured, and sitting in Wayne Manor was no longer counted. What.

Alfred brought juice to Cyril. He disliked milk just like Bruce did. The difference was that Bruce simply didn’t want to drink it, while Cyril couldn’t stand the smell of milk; and Alfred’s way of coping was to force Bruce can drink milk, while Cyril can drink freshly squeezed juice.

"Thank you."

"It's okay, just sit down for a while, I'll go on to the kitchen to prepare breakfast."

Cyril sat idle for a while, mainly because he felt that it was impolite to play with mobile phones at other people's homes, so he drank fruit juice bored.

"who are you?"

A cute little Zhengtai sound suddenly sounded, and Cyril followed the sound, and a three-headed little Douding stood not far away and looked at him, with a fleshy little face... Ah, he is dead!

So cute! ! ! ! !

The strange uncle resisted the act of pinching the child's face. Looking carefully, the child seemed so familiar, with black hair and blue eyes, but Cyril was not very impressed, and smiled: "Hi, my name is Cyril Lance, what's your name?" Adults subconsciously imitate children's voices when coaxing them.

"My name is Jason Todd." Mrs. Xiaozheng said childishly.

Before Cyril could react, the system had already started screaming in his head: [Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—it's Jason!OMG, such a small poke! ! ]

It was so harsh that Cyril wrinkled his face subconsciously and cut off the connection with the system. Xiaozheng looked at Cyril's wrinkled face in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Uncle suddenly had tinnitus, it's none of our Jason's business." Cyril also never expected that the Jason he saved in Gotham world would look like this when he was a child, milky and cute, but it's also No matter how decisive and rebellious you are when you grow up, don't they all grow out of suckling children.

It was only then that Cyril realized that he knew that Bruce had adopted two children, but he hadn't inquired about them carefully. Now he guessed that Jason should have been adopted by him after he came back from that world.

But looking at the cute little Douding like this, Cyril also wants to adopt a cute child with Steve in the future, but first, he has to wait until after dealing with Tom's matter.

"Why can you drink freshly squeezed juice in the morning, but I can only drink milk." Jason also doesn't like drinking milk.

"Because drinking milk can make you grow taller." Cyril couldn't help but patted Jason's head.

"You won't grow taller if you touch your head!" Jason hugged his head.

Cyril was so dazed by the cuteness, and wanted to trick him into raising a child, it was so cute!

"Jason, have you had your milk?" Bruce went downstairs, saw Jason "acting cute" in front of Cyril, and asked.

Hearing Bruce's voice, Jason gagged and said unhappily, "I don't like milk."

"You must drink." Bruce rubbed Jason's head casually. Unlike Cyril's gentle touch, his movement of rubbing his head messed up Jason's soft hair, and the child almost became dizzy. My child... Huh, it seems that I have connoted myself?

"Let's have breakfast together before going out." Bruce dragged Jason to the restaurant.

"I..." Cyril was about to say that he ate it.

"There is no reason for the host to eat and the guests to watch."

Cyril didn't refuse, and sat down in the restaurant.

Bruce guessed that Cyril must have not eaten breakfast. Generally, Cyril would not eat breakfast unless someone was staring at him. He has the urge to wake up. Whether he wakes up naturally or unnaturally, he will not take the initiative to eat breakfast.

Dick rubbed his eyes and walked into the restaurant, and saw a man he didn't know sitting in the restaurant, and he didn't know him. After all, there was a folder related to this man in the computer in the Batcave, and it was the one with multiple locks. , but he is smart, and successfully opened the folder. Of course, this is also related to Bruce's defenselessness against him.

"Hello, Uncle." Dick said hello obediently.

"Good morning, Dick." The child's name, Cyril, can still be guessed. Robin in Gotham is still very famous, but I really didn't expect this child to be so young.

Dick finished his breakfast with a heart of gossip, because his mind was on others, and he ate slowly, especially the little poking eyes. At this time, Dick was still very tender, especially in the face of Cyril's five senses. Superspirited people who think they're covering it up well but actually...

Cyril couldn't hold back, and smiled at Dick: "You still have to go to school today."

"Huh? Oh." Only then did Dick realize that it was going to be too late, so he quickly ate a few mouthfuls and bid farewell to go out.

Jason was probably the only one who was focused on eating during this meal. A three-year-old child naturally couldn't notice the strange atmosphere among the adults.

After eating, Bruce drove Cyril out.

"Don't you need to hide your identity?" Cyril wondered.

"Wayne Group is one of Arkham's sponsors, so it's not surprising for me to visit, and I've already made an appointment with Gordon...it would be more normal to go with him." Bruce himself was taken aback, subconsciously Yogo I didn't expect to be a little embarrassed to mention Gordon at this time.

Cyril smiled dryly, and suddenly didn't want to say anything.

Embarrassment permeated the car.

After driving for almost 10 minutes, Cyril felt the phone in his pocket vibrate, and it was a message from Steve: [Are you up?Let's go to your favorite morning tea shop for breakfast. ]

This time point was indeed when he would normally wake up.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Cyril's mouth, and after realizing that he restrained himself, he sent a message: [I am in Gotham. ]

The message was returned in almost seconds, and Steve's typing speed has never been so fast: [Why are you in Gotham? ]

Cyril felt an inexplicable sense of comfort: [Didn't you ask me to help Batman strengthen Arkham?Naturally, I will go with him to strengthen Arkham.Isn't that what you mean? ]

Steve squeezed the phone in his hand tightly, and he let go after the casing deformed a little bit. Rationally, he hoped that Cyril would help strengthen Arkham, but what he imagined was that he would go with Cyril, absolutely Not going with Bruce Wayne!

He naturally didn't think that Cyril would turn back, he still had this confidence, but it didn't mean that he really didn't have any fluctuations in his heart, he still had the jealousy of a man!

Especially because Cyril and him were unhappy about the construction of Arkham, and Cyril went by himself, so what's the point of the cold war between them? !

Steve suddenly felt the absurdity of making someone else's wedding dress himself.

Cyril could already imitate Steve's green face, which was really comforting.

In fact, they have been in love for so long, and it is true that they lack passion. After a little cold war, and feeling his unhappy look on the phone, Cyril was happy.

Bruce glanced at the smiling face of Cyril looking at the phone, and then turned his eyes back to the front.

In the distance, the buildings of Arkham came into view.

Cyril suddenly thought of something, looked at Bruce, and asked seriously: "Do you mind if I kill the Riddler?"

"squeak--"

Suddenly, there was a sudden slam of the brakes, and Cyril almost hit the front, but fortunately he was pulled back by the seat belt.

"I won't allow this to happen before my eyes," Bruce whispered, storm in those blue eyes.

"What if I do it behind your back?"

Bruce was silent for a moment, "I wouldn't intentionally let people kill people in front of me." The implication was that if he could really hide it from him, he wouldn't be able to do much.

"Won't you suspect me?" Cyril was just testing. He would naturally let the Riddler pay the price, just to see how far Bruce Wayne could bear it.

Maybe there is a little bit of resentment still there, if Batman killed Cyril the Riddler, he wouldn't have been grudges for so long.

"Im Batman, not detective."

He's Batman, not a detective.