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

"So," Harvey was still sucking the drink in his mouth, he was trying to suck up the yogurt from the bottom of the bottle, and at the same time looked at his friend Bruce, "You think your parents have ignored you."

Bruce sighed, finally loosened his body, and slumped on the chair in the cafe: "Actually... I think Tim has also ignored me recently."

"Do you think you hate Uncle Tim staying with Brother Tim every day, or is it more annoying that Brother Tim hasn't come to pick you up from school recently?" Harvey has already seen through the angry Bruce on the opposite side. The young master is eating double portion of vinegar.

Bruce thought about it for a while, and then fell into a tangle.

"Bruce," Harvey finally finished his drink, he looked seriously at the happy young master opposite, "Go and play coquettish with Tim, he can't stand this."

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After all, Thomas and Martha are unmatched talents in their career as vigilantes.

The battle suit referring to Bruce's Batman uniform was engraved by me-of course, some materials are not available yet, so I can only find suitable replacements.Including ordinary bat suits, and some clothes with sealed and pressurized inner tanks such as biochemical battle suits with three-layer filter breathing masks.

Thomas finally chose to be "Batman" for the reason-I think there are so many bats in Wayne's cave, this name is quite good.

The clothes I designed for Martha were based on Barbara's old outfit when she was Batgirl.Mrs. Martha codenamed herself Nightingale, and made it very clear that she did not want to be called Mrs. Bat.

"Okay, this training is over here." I threw the stick in my hand aside, and pulled up Thomas who was panting on the ground.

Thomas smiled. "Thanks, Tim."

I shook my head and went to the side to get two bottles of sports drinks. Today Afu went to pick up Bruce, and Martha also had activities, so we stayed in the training room just the two of us.

"I've thought about going to Central City sometime," I told Thomas, reaching out to toss a bottle of drink at him. "Maybe I won't be back."

"Central City...do you need me to arrange a car for you?"

"No, I'll just transfer to the tram that goes to Metropolis first and then to Central City."

"Is it the new Metropolis? The transit over there should not be good yet."

I raised my head suddenly, feeling something was wrong: "Why add a new one?"

"...Don't you know?" Thomas put down the sports drink in his hand, he was very surprised, because this was great news, "Just when you saved our family in that alley in the East District, a Rockets fell out of nowhere and crashed into Metropolis - 35 dead at the time, the damned government claimed it was a terrorist attack in South America, but Tim, there's a lot of stuff in there."

Metropolis, rockets falling from the sky... no way?

I feel very thirsty in my throat, can't it be what I think?

"Thomas...I don't think I can wait for Bruce's summer vacation, I kind of want to go to the Met right now."

Thomas was already a very smart person, and even though he chose to be a doctor instead of Wayne Enterprises, he became one of the best doctors in the United States.

He has long discovered that there are many differences in Tim, but like Martha, he maintains a tacit understanding, which is to protect Tim and respect him.

Now that the kid made the request, Thomas just fell silent for a moment: "Bruce is going to be a little unhappy. He wanted to work on Zorro's puzzle with you tonight."

I'm still thinking about this thing that I haven't discovered for a year... Why did I ignore such a big news?

"Thomas, I'm really going." If it's really that god on earth, that Clark, there must be something wrong in this world.

"Okay," Thomas said, knowing that Tim is a person who doesn't have any urgent matters but won't show such an expression, "I'll help you arrange it."

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Bruce arrives home still holding the double-sided coin Harvey gave him, and he's watching and waiting for Tim as he tosses the novelty prank prop.

But all they got was the news that Tim was going out.

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I changed into my clothes in front of Thomas. The armor I improved had reinforced gauntlets, and the tool suit with flat integrated circuits was also equipped with the 20-volt power generation device that Batman likes. He also wears steel-toed boots, a cape that turns into a hang glider when powered on, and a helmet that hides his face.

"You make me think you're going to assassinate the president." Thomas stopped the car.

"Probably harder than assassinating a president."

"Tim, you... you're going back to Wayne Manor, aren't you?"

I turned my head and looked at this guy who was also named Wayne, he looked about the same age as Bruce in my world, when I saw him a year ago, he was just a gentle doctor, now I can see it in him It has the same temperament as the blues at night.

"Thomas," in this strange world, maybe you can really take a different path like I did when I was a child, "You can try to be a vigilante and a mayor at the same time."

"Studying medicine can't save Gotham City, try politics."

"Oh, I thought you were teaching Bruce to do this." Thomas had already seen a series of ideas that his tutor Tim had instilled in Bruce.

I smiled and closed the car door: "Goodbye, Thomas."

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To be honest, when I act alone, I still miss Connor, Bart, Casey, and Garfield-even though they are usually a group of children, but as teammates, the members of the Titans are the most reliable of.

Pinning myself to the ceiling in a contorted position, I turned on the scanner in the lens on the helmet and observed the secret laboratory.

This level of technology obviously comes from Krypton - otherwise, when I was struggling to find a suitable insulation material for Thomas, there would have been iris scanning here.

I learned from Spider-Man, and used the props in my hand to forcefully buckle on the ceiling and move inside until I came to a huge anti-theft door.

The emblem of the Al family, a golden S, appeared in front of me.

This is... This is indeed the spaceship from Krypton, the spaceship that brought Karl, the god of the world, to the world.

I electrostatically cling myself to the ceiling, and I know that if they want to contain Cal, they must be using technology from the Kryptonian spaceship.

In my world, the spaceship descended from the sky to the North Pole, and the Fortress of Solitude stood on it, giving Superman a home on Earth from Krypton.

The spacecraft here landed directly in the metropolis.

Time passed by, and when the door opened, I jumped in like a slippery snake.

"Did there be an alarm just now?"

"Did you hear me wrong?"

The two researchers were talking. They have only been studying alien technology for more than half a year, and they are still eagerly sucking on the treasures.

I continued to walk in from the ceiling, and sure enough, this was the spaceship from the Fortress of Solitude.

Until I saw it - a red room.

In a narrow room of less than 5 square meters, the red sun makes everything red. Sitting on the chair is a thin boy. He looks less than three years old. With baby fat at my age, I can even see dimples in the clavicle that shouldn't be in kids.

The child with an ugly "S" drawn awkwardly in blood red on his chest is Clark Kent.

I bit my lip tightly to prevent myself from making a sound.

On the back was written a number 1. The boy was idly holding his knees on the chair in a daze. After a long time, a staff member put two nutritional supplements in through the vent hole at the door.

I lowered my breath, and when there was no one here, I dropped the rope and landed in front of the glass door.

The thin boy sitting on the chair was affected by this movement. He watched curiously the weird man in the cloak and helmet touching the glass door in front of him with both hands, and took out a fist-sized object from his pocket and stuck it on the door. OK, pressed the switch, and covered my ears.

Number 1 heard a sharp sound.

He screamed and knelt down and covered his head.

The sound waves shattered the glass door.

I rushed in and tried to pull the child who had hugged himself into a ball.

Number 1 looked up at the strange man who broke in. He was completely different from those people in white coats, but he still felt extreme fear. He waved his hands and wanted this person to leave him.

Looking at Clark's reaction, I felt my eyes a little sore, as if he had never seen a human being before.

I thought back to the Kryptonian words he told me about the Kryptonian mother coaxing the child when I was chatting with Connor, and stretched out my hand and violently strangled the curled up child: "I didn't come to hurt you, baby, baby, I am Your friend, I am trustworthy."

Number 1 hugged his body tightly, his blue eyes were particularly large on his thin face, and he could understand what the person in front of him said.

"it is good."

He put his hand in the caped man's.

The alarm has sounded, and I have to hurry up and take this kid away. I saw the needle holes on his body, and I even saw the messy surgical stitches—these scumbags don't know what they did to Clark!

I took out the rope I had prepared earlier, tied him to my chest, and used bandages as cushions to prevent scratches and bruises on his fragile arms.

No. 1 watched himself being tied to someone else in novelty—except for being dragged onto the operating table or drawing blood, no one had ever been so close to him or hugged him like this.

"Hold me tight." I used English this time.

Then I started running desperately outside.

No. 1 didn't move at first, but gradually during the running, he wrapped his arms, which were as thin as two bamboo poles, around the man's neck, and wrapped his legs around his waist.

"Mom," he yelled in Kryptonian, as if a real mother had taken his child out of this nightmare that had lasted more than a year.

After I heard it, I reached out to hold Toklak's back, and ran out amidst the gunshots behind me.

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