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

Dick hurried over from Brudhaven on leave when he heard that there was a new brother in his family - riding his beloved little motorcycle, he even released the pigeons for the date.

When I got home, I saw Baby Bird dragging a child to beat him in the living room.

Dick threw the motorcycle keys in his hand on the coffee table, and came forward to look at his younger brother carefully: "What's the matter with your face?"

I wiped my face with my hand, and the bruises from Damian's beating on it are now very conspicuous-I soak in the hole every day, and my skin is quite white.

Just when I couldn't stabilize one hand, Damian, who was suppressed by me, turned over and kicked my chin fiercely with his foot.

Dick obviously knew that this 10-year-old boy was the real son of Bruce that Alfred told him, and he still stepped forward to separate the two brothers: "What the hell is going on with you two?"

I was stopped by Dick with one hand, but I still didn't give up and kicked Damian's chin fiercely: "Natural horoscope."

"Ah," Damian hissed in pain, but he still didn't give up his pride, "Which one are you? Grayson from the circus?"

Dick looked at this boy in disbelief, who was as cute as Bruce in the photos when he was a child, but his mouth was surprisingly smelly: "Tim, this guy is Bruce's son, right?"

I've obviously seen through this kid's paranoia about the identity of Batman's son, so I said, "Say it as if you're not Bruce's son, Richard Grayson Wayne."

"Well, of course I am, but..." But isn't this Bruce's real son?A new brother!

Dick has had a tremendous amount of fun raising Tim, Baby Bird is every parent's dream kid - well-behaved, petted and given feedback, especially if you feed him milk-soaked cereal and he keeps his head down The exaggerated simply awesome Dick!

It's not the same as mocking your girlfriend!This is the healing of the soul!

So upon hearing of a new younger brother, Dick, who had long been used to being a mother bird to baby birds, didn't mind having another litter at all.

But who would have thought that when they got home, they would see two birds pecking each other's heads off?

"Uh...Tibao, he is still young after all..."

But seeing the bruise on Tibbo's face and the blue eyes looking at him, Dick's voice gradually died down.

So he turned his head to look at Damian with a gloomy face, and put on a gentle smiling face as an elder brother, but he didn't know that his baby bird was cursing: You look like an old mother, Dick.

"Welcome to Wayne Manor, I think there must be some misunderstanding between you, maybe I should ask Ah Fu to make us some cookies and have some supper together?"

"Grayson," Damian had already picked up his penis, which lay across his chest, "You are father's first Robin, let me see you."

Before Damian could finish speaking, I swung the gauntlet on the gloves I hadn't removed to block his knife and tried to disarm him—and it was Dick's idea!Damian, I see you are really lawless!

Dick was at a loss and looked at the two younger brothers who started beating again. He found Ah Fu passing by.

"Oh my god! Fu! Come and help us separate the two of them! I don't know why Tim is so cranky today, he wasn't like this before."

Alfred, who was about to deliver the black tea to the master, did not answer Dick's question as Dick expected. The old butler just said, "I'm just a hired servant. I don't care about this kind of thing." There is no other way."

Dick waved his hands in a daze, watched A Fu leave weakly, and turned his head to find that the two people who were fighting had already started destroying things in the living room.

"That's my favorite vase from the Ming Dynasty! My God, that painting is worth more than a million dollars!"

The first vigilante in Brudhaven took advantage of his flexibility and began to salvage the furnishings belonging to the Wayne family in the living room-everything in it was enough for him to receive 10 years' salary from the police station.

"It's okay." I don't care about this at all, but I have to know that the information I got from Stark on the research and development of new materials will allow Drake and Wayne to get profits, so I can change the decorations in this room ten times , "I'll go back and buy some to make up for how much I broke."

Damian didn't care about this at all - in his mind, everything in Wayne Manor would belong to him in the future, and he was already used to such smashed little things in the League of Assassins.

"TT, Drake, I will kill everyone who gets in my way! Focus!"

"Demon bastard! It's you who should restrain yourself!"

Dick stared at the two younger brothers who were inextricably beaten, and he left silently for a while.

To be honest, it’s really cool to beat Damian—his martial arts routines are exactly the same as Siwa’s, but this kid’s 10-year-old age and his 1-meter height limit his ability to play, although it can’t be said that he can fight according to him, But I believe that after a while I can put his face on the ground again and continue smashing against the carpet.

But when Damian and I were exchanging trash talk, a rope suddenly caught me.

Damian was annoyed to find that he had been attacked and tied up into a dumpling. Having received complete training, he wanted to use the escape technique to untie the rope, but found that it was getting tighter and tighter.

I had long since discovered that this familiar technique came from Dick, so I didn't struggle, but just stood there: "What's wrong? Dick?"

"Baby Bird... this kid is really short of words, but I think... we'd better be peaceful, right?"

I looked at Dick, Dick looked at me, and eventually I couldn't stand the pleas from him—who made this guy Dick?

"Okay, okay, I'll spare this brat, but I really don't want to see him again, let me tell you, be careful when you get along with him, I'll go eat something first."

Nightwing confirmed repeatedly that his baby bird would not be beating up the new family member before stepping forward to help me untie the rope.

I stretched out my hand and rubbed the tightly bound arm just now, and came to Damian.

Damian watched the adopted son standing in his place come to him with a smirk, his mouth still stinky: "Sooner or later, father will agree with me as his Robin, and I am"

I stretched out my hand to hold his cheek, and found that there was still a little flesh on his face, and squeezed his lips into a chicken mouth: "Then each depends on his own ability."

I looked up and saw the worried Dick, and confirmed that he wanted to be an old mother when he came back, so I shrugged and walked towards the kitchen: "Take this brat with you tonight, I'll go out to live."

"Save some of Ah Fu's cookies for me."

"I will."

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Alfred gave his biscuits and black tea to Bruce Wayne who was still working in the study, yes, Master Wayne who rarely handles Wayne Group affairs.

And in the kitchen, facing the plate after plate of cookies made by Ah Fu, I happily made a decision.

I took the box and packed the remaining three pans of cookies and took away two and a half pans, leaving only two slices on the plate.

Then I happily took the packed food and started my little red bird motorcycle to the safe house.

Although this is just one of my dozens of temporary accommodations, there is a reason why both Jason and Dahong chose to live in this safe house—because this safe house is indeed a more comfortable one to live in.

When I opened the door and walked into the house with Ah Fu's takeaway, Dahong, who was lying on the bed, was still asleep.

I lightly put the cookie next to the red hood on the head of the bed, seeing the dark circles on the sleeping red face, I put my hands on my chin for a while and decided to go to bed too.

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When Jason woke up in the morning, he found someone beside him.

Thalia, Starfire, or who?

When Jason finally woke up, he found that the person next to him was Tim.

Red Hood reached out and scratched the little red bird's hair, then stretched out his long arm and found the cookie that belonged to Alfred on the cabinet.

He smiled, got up and wanted to take out a piece to eat, but found that someone grabbed his arm.

"Have you brushed your teeth?" I asked Jason with my eyes closed, still feeling a little sleepy, "Go brush your teeth, wash your face, and eat before eating."

Jason stopped his hands in embarrassment, put on his slippers and went to the bathroom with a mutter, he was only wearing a pair of underpants, his upper body was exposed to the sun.

I stretched out, threw myself on the bed again, and prepared to let myself sleep for another 5 minutes.

Seriously, away from Damian, it's pretty comfortable to sleep in Jason's place.

I don't know what happened to Dick last night, I'm sure he'll be pissed off by that nasty devil bastard too.

"what do you want to eat?"

Jason asked this question, and I thought for two seconds before I got the answer: "I want to eat your sandwich and orange juice. It would be great if I have a cup of Kona espresso!"

"Early morning coffee? And you get out of bed, Tibbo."

The Tibao call made me tremble all over—you must know that Dahong never called me Tibao!

I straightened up tremblingly, and another Red Hood appeared in front of me.

The author has something to say:

Ah... Jiageng, the last day of benefits in April.

Even though there were not many comments on the last chapter, I still posted it, and I look forward to more comments from you.

I don't know if I can stick to a month and a day and six in May like April, but I'll try my best—although [-]% of it won't be possible.

Give small goals for May first, and end on the third day.