[Comprehensive British and American] Mr. Wayne's daily life of social animals

There are so many scary monsters in the scary hole?

But this is indeed a bat cave. Before I left Gotham for Bludhaven, I cleaned up the bat feces in this cave, and was given a new vaccine by Alfred.

Little Bruce's furry head is still rubbing against my belly, I feel this wonderful touch, maybe there is really some monster hiding in this hole now?Didn't everyone know the Grundy hidden under the river in Gotham?

Bewildered by Bruce Jr.'s beauty, I took a firm step and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Adventure isn't it?I have experience with this.

I stood at the entrance of the cave, watching the bats flying out, and listening to the scream of Bruce, my expression was as stiff as if I had been sprayed with nitrogen gas on my face by Mr. Freeze.

That's it?

Bruce's face was blushing. He grabbed the clothes of Zorro, the hero in his heart, and buried his head in it. He insisted on showing one eye to stare at Zorro, how could he face these flying guys.

I sighed softly. Is this Bruce with flushed cheeks, moist eyes and tugging at the hem of his clothes real?

Batman is fear, and darkness, and the monster of the night, but Bruce is a sweetheart, and is actually afraid of bats.

How did he become Batman?

Under Bruce's expectant gaze, I took out the commonly used sonic instrument from my pocket-don't ask me why I still carry this thing now, because I am Robin.

I hit a button.

Bruce saw Zorro, no, Tim took out a magical prop, and the bats flew away neatly as if they had heard an order.

"Did you read any magic? Like Zatanna's father? Zoro can also use magic!?"

"No, although there is indeed magic, I still have to believe in the power of science."

"Brother Tim," Bruce is now completely convinced of this hero icon - he not only saved himself and his parents from the gangsters, he can also resist the shadows of his childhood, these monsters from the dark, "I can be Your Robin Hood?"

At this time, Gotham is not the Gotham with the clown, double-faced man, and scarecrow, but the crime rate is a little higher, and the economy is still so prosperous.

"You can be your own hero, like Zorro, and become a great hero yourself." I believe in him, even if Bruce's hair is as soft as silk now, and his voice is still milky, he will become a great hero .

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When Alfred came to the garden with afternoon tea to find the young master and guests, he saw Master Tim sitting there on the lawn, reading a newspaper in his hand, and his own young master resting on Master Tim's stomach.

Little Bruce still held one of Tim's fingers in his hand, and he fell asleep with a smile on his face, making him holy like an angel.

I looked up at Alfred who was holding the plate, put my finger on my lips, and the two of them smiled knowingly.

The young master is really bothering you.

I opened my mouth and gestured: Little Bruce is not troublesome at all, he is so cute.

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"So you have no job and no status?"

Dr. Thomas Wayne was busy with a heart operation today, and finally went home and had time to have a good talk with his savior, but he heard Tim say that he had nothing in Gotham.

"Then can we provide you with identity and residence, or do you need a job?"

I reached out and touched my waist slightly. There were bank cards and some scattered US dollars in it, but whether it was the era when signing checks was popular or the US dollars could be used as counterfeit banknotes, I It can be said that it is basically penniless now.

"Then I'll trouble you, and I'll probably do my best to get out as soon as possible."

Martha shook her head quickly: "How could you be troublesome? If you want, you can stay in our Wayne Manor forever. Bruce said that you are very good at telling stories, and you can also stay and be a tutor for Bruce. "

To be honest, being Batman's teacher is quite tempting to me, but I think Bruce told me that Zatanna exists, even if the raven is not born yet, I should be able to find it if I ask Dr. Fate Way to go back.

"If Bruce doesn't mind, I can be his governess for as long as I stay here," I replied to the honorable Mrs. Martha.

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But I did not find Zatanna's father.

He is a magician on a global tour, his whereabouts are unpredictable, and my computer skills are basically useless in this era. I can only rely on the information in newspapers and letters to find his whereabouts a month ago.

I settled down at Wayne Manor and had a name called Tim Wayne.My identity is the tutor of young master Bruce—although in this family, Alfred has already treated me as another young master to take care of me.

When I took Bruce to study, I had to marvel that it was indeed Bruce. His language talent, mathematics talent and literary talent are all extremely top-notch. He saw the shadow of the young Batman in him.

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"Tim," the young master Wayne, who was still wearing exercise clothes, was panting, and insisted on walking gracefully to the chair, "Why are you staring at our school gate every day these days?"

Didn't I seem to see Janet at the school gate?I also saw Jack holding other girlfriends.

Little Bruce wiped the sweat off his face with a paper towel, and then put the wooden knife in his hand on the shelf: "I see you staring at a senior senior every day."

"That senior has beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, right?" Bruce stared at me with steel blue eyes, "But you can't pick her up, you're an old cow eating young grass."

I'm not yet 18, and Janet is only 12, Bruce, what do you think?The potential of the world's number one detective!

Bruce also analyzed the reasons one by one with me: "If you want to have a girlfriend, you can ask your mother to introduce it for you, but you can't stare at the students in the school, let alone the teacher!"

I reluctantly picked up a wet handkerchief and stuck it on Bruce's head—this nearly a year of getting along made me and this child basically become best friends.

"I don't want to have a girlfriend, I have my own girlfriend in my hometown." Speaking of this, I thought of something strange, my hair has not been trimmed when I came here-my physical growth stopped.

When I was 17 years old, I was growing taller, but I have not changed my size for a year now, and there is something wrong with my timing.

If I could go back to the original point in time, how much I would like to see Jack and Janet get married and have children, leave a child named Timothy, and see the star couple of Harry Circus have a child Baby called Dick, watching Bruce get married and have kids...

Uh, in my world, Alfred repeatedly urged me to marry and give birth, but failed to get Bruce to give me a stepmother or leave Wayne Manor with a mistress. Can Mrs. Sha do it?

In short, I will not soak my own mother.

Bruce took a wet towel and threw his hair into a pile of chicken feathers. I had to take out a dry towel to help him dry it: "Bruce, are you going on summer vacation soon?"

The little boy sat on the chair, enjoying the idol's comfortable way of rubbing his head, and hummed softly: "Where do you want to go in summer vacation? I can take you there."

"I want to go to Central City." I couldn't find any characters on the magical side who could solve my problems in Gotham, so I decided to start from there to the golden and red lightning source.

I decided to find Barry and start with the young Flash.

"Central City," Bruce shook his head, feeling his governess scratching, "Shall I ask Alfred to drive?"

"No need?" What if I find Batman and find a way to go back, and suddenly disappear in front of Ah Fu, what should I do if I scare Ah Fu?

"You'll take me there, won't you?"

I took my hand off Bruce Jr.'s head: "No."

"Bruce, this is my private matter."

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I sat up from the bed, and the moonlight outside the screen window projected dimly on the head of my bed, which showed that it was night now.

Where did the slight footsteps I heard come from?Does anyone really dare to come to Wayne Manor to be presumptuous?Didn't Alfred kill him with guns?

Butler Xia even dared to challenge Superman one-on-one. Does anyone really dare to provoke him on his territory?

With bare feet and light footsteps, I decided to find out, but when I opened the door, I saw Thomas wearing a very familiar black cloak, knocking on Mimi's waist and hunched over, lurking.

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isn't it?

What is Thomas doing?

Nearly a year of living has made me know this Wayne Manor well. The light Robin is like a snake lurking in the dark night. I followed curiously wearing a ridiculous black tights and a long cloak. Behind Thomas was ready to observe what Bruce's father was going to do.

He switched on the light in the stairwell storage room.

The light reflected the bloodstains on his black tights. Mr. Wayne is one of the best doctors in Gotham. He is now a model in handling his own wounds. There are lacerations on his waist and abdomen. Knife attack.

Thomas took the gauze and bit it in his mouth. He wrapped one hand with a tourniquet under pressure, and then took out a bottle of sterile saline and poured it directly.

This set of fluent processing methods is exactly the same as Bruce taught me.

I squinted my eyes and observed that the large and small wounds and bruises on Thomas, who was going out to work in tights and a cape, could not be covered up. In addition to the knife wounds, the bruises and bruises formed on his body due to heavy blows were even more serious. Spread to the neck.

This is... a novice vigilante?

Aren't the scars on this body the same as when I was Robin in the first place?I still remember that the teacher thought it was the soul attack on my whole body when Bruce played s·m with the little boy.

I walked slowly on the carpet with bare feet, and my shadow was printed on Thomas who was biting the gauze and enduring the pain.

Thomas looked up and saw Tim, his tutor at home.

"...How could you..."

I didn't speak, I glanced at the gauze, alcohol, iodine and other supplies on the small table, stretched out my hand against Thomas, let him lie on the chair, and then tore off the clothes on his back.

"What are you going to do with the wound here?" The knife wound on the back is full of flesh and blood, Thomas, what are you going to do? !

"Alfred will be back tomorrow."

I get it, Thomas decided to rely on Alfred for his dangerous nocturnal activities just as Bruce relied on Alfred.

"Will Mr. Housekeeper really help you hide from Martha?"

Thomas felt the disinfectant splashed on his back, and he snorted, "Martha probably didn't notice it, did she?"

I didn't find a ghost. My father could still find me wearing makeup when my face was well covered. How could the people next to my pillow not notice your terrifying nighttime activities at night.

"Thomas," I asked as I began to apply medicine to the wound, "going out to fight crime at night?"

"Ah," said the richest man in Gotham, "I just think... this method might be more effective, after all, this is Gotham City."

I heard a woman's footsteps.

"Thomas..."

Martha covered her mouth with her hands and looked at her husband with blue eyes as beautiful as Bruce's.

"Martha... Martha, listen to my explanation, I am the one who was..."

Martha reached out and blocked her husband's mouth directly: "You have been going on for more than a week."

I looked at this couple and I thought I should step away and give them both a place to interact with each other.

But Thomas grabbed my hand and said, "I've decided to be a vigilante for a long time, and I've only been active recently. I've prepared myself for nighttime attire, and I've also prepared medicine and weapons. ...I just wish Gotham was better... Martha, I'm sorry."

I felt Thomas grabbing my hand very hard. Was he trying to use me as a shield against Martha?

"I should have stopped you," Martha's blue eyes under the trembling eyelashes still couldn't hide her distress for her husband, "but I think, maybe you are right, maybe I should also be with you... ..."

Thomas let go of my hand and hugged Martha, and the pink bubbles between the dependent husband and wife overflowed.

I shook the hand Thomas held just now, and there was only one question: "I think you two need a little training and help if you really want to be vigilantes."

who I am?I am Robin who chased after Harry’s circus at the age of 13 and forced himself to become a vigilante. I am the leader of the world’s largest group of bear children, the Teen Titans. I have a lot of experience.

"You used to wear clothes at night like I did... Tell me Tim, did you get abused or escaped from some training camp?"

When I saw Thomas's face, I knew he must have gone to the Soviet Union. I crossed my arms and said angrily, "Novice, you should follow the education of your predecessors."

Leaning in her husband's arms, Martha laughed.

The author has something to say:

In order to save Gotham, the Wayne couple decided to make their debut as a new group of vigilantes, the manager's grandson Timothy Wayne, lighting, stage design, makeup and a series of assistants Alfred Pennyworth.

I don't give a knife to this flash point.

I just wanted to come over and smack little Brucie.

Every day is achieved, pass by and leave a comment to enjoy Brucey with me.