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

If you put the two words Batman and jail together, you can create a joke for the lunatics in Arkham Asylum that can make them laugh for a year.

But in the two prisons on the entire map, Bruce entered in the second round.

Dick wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. He could only pinch his thigh and ask, "Will it cost $1500?"

Bruce put his hands under his chin and thought for a moment, "No."

This monopoly by the hearth lasted for a long time. Dick originally thought that this game, originally called Monopoly, would be won by the two black-hearted capitalists Bruce and Tebow in the family, but in fact it was not.

"Why?" I looked bitterly at a professional card that I finally got in the 4th round of the circle, "Why is mine a lawyer, and the annual salary is only 10?"

"Isn't it weird that a plumber in Super Mario gets half a million a year?!"

Connor looked at Ronaldinho who was scratching his hair fiercely, Tim seemed to have fallen into a kind of madness - he was playing games.

"Because the professional card is a professional card, and the salary card is a salary card..." Dick was startled by his younger brother's yelling, and he pointed at Bruce weakly, "You see, Bruce's profession is..."

"Sanitation workers, with an annual salary of 25." Bruce handed part of his money to the bank with one hand, "This land is mine now."

I looked at the student loan in my hand with hatred, he squeezed every penny out of my hand, so that now even Dick bought an apartment building to rent out, and now I don't have a piece of land.

"It's not fair! Why am I the only one with student loans?!"

"Because we," Barbara pointed around, "sanitation workers, plumbers, contractors, couriers, none of these have student loans."

"But I took a loan of 80 yuan and my annual salary is only 10 yuan! But this plumbing repairman has an annual salary of 50 yuan!"

Barbara didn't care about me, she folded her hands suddenly, her eyes sparkled: "Great! I want to buy this mall!"

Holding my measly $1500 in my hand, I feel like I'm going to be bald by this game--even when I was writing the business plan, I was not as weak as I am now.

I rolled the dice one last time.

"Oh, Tibbo, you're in jail again?" Dick was thinking about how to prevent the merger of the black-hearted big real estate developer Bruce when he was looking at the three apartments in his hands, and found that the baby bird had shrunk into a ball and was planting mushrooms. .

"What's up with him?"

"Bankrupt." Barbara reached into the box and took out a coupon for a loan amount, and then allined the movie theater she met.

Connor turned his head to look at Ronaldinho frequently.

I finally put my head up and waved to them that I was fine, then turned and went to the kitchen.

There should be half an hour before dinner, so I'll go to the kitchen to bring some drinks and snacks.

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What I saw was Jason, who still had some flour stuck to his nose, and was pinching the egg tart crust with a serious expression on his face.

"Big Red?"

"It's Xiaohong, why did you come in?"

"They're having fun over there. I'll get something out...Where's the juicer? I'll squeeze some orange juice first."

"It should be in the closet above my head. Wait until I finish squeezing the egg tart skin in my hand."

I nodded and watched Jason, like a magic trick, kneaded one after another of the same size, neat and smooth egg tart skins with both hands.

After washing my hands in the sink, I came over to help Jason cut the ingredients one by one—although sometimes I am really not good at handling ingredients, but cutting vegetables is very important for me who is playing darts in my hands every day. Still a piece of cake.

"Where did Ah Fu go?"

"Going to the wine cellar to get wine... I warn you, you can't drink."

It's not that I haven't tried it, but I don't mean to push the red mouth.

"By the way, you have flour on this side of your face, Da Hong."

"I can't move my hands, so you can wipe it for me."

I reached out to touch Jason, he didn't know when he touched the flour on his cheek, and when I touched his cheek, I stopped for a moment.

The red face is still smooth here.

Jason still didn't stop pinching the egg tart skin, he slightly lowered his head to look at Xiaohong who was stunned: "What? Do you think of him?"

"I invited him to come before, but he didn't want to come."

Jason let out a breath from his lungs: "He won't want to see Bruce again."

The one who knows himself best is himself, and the Red Hood understands what happened to the knight and his worst reconciliation—a reconciliation reached with death.

"Jason..."

Red Hood raised his hand slightly and hugged Xiaohong with his upper arms: "Don't worry about me, that old guy... Anyway, I will prove him wrong sooner or later."

I smiled, raised my hand to wipe the flour off Jason's face, and threw myself into Dahong's arms.

Bruce had planned to come to the kitchen to get some orange juice—yes, Gotham's biggest capitalist was kicked out for the second time in this real estate monopoly game, so he was free to come over.

Then he saw his third son and second son hugging each other tightly, like a pair of mandarin ducks crossing their necks.

He almost couldn't stand still when he saw this scene, even Batman, seeing the two sons together...

No, did Jason know the identity of Tim's Betty?

I really wasn't a good father. The previous quarrel with Dick made him run away from home and become Bludhaven's Nightwing. I failed to handle the relationship with Jason and Jason was finally killed by the clown. The best thing to deal with is the relationship with Tim - Tim's well-behaved also made Bruce, who has been repeatedly frustrated in the position of being a father, feel a sense of accomplishment.

But it wasn't until today that Bruce discovered that his well-behaved Tim had long had psychological problems - he liked to wear women's clothing, but he didn't notice it, and he didn't notice it when he was with Jason.

Bruce immediately envisions Dick and Helena breaking up the same way he did when he tried to break up with Helena—it's another vigilante-baddie romance, even if the bad guy isn't so bad, an antihero.

But the way the two whispered and smiled together made Bruce hesitate.

Always tearing apart couples makes me look like a queen mother. In Batman's mind, I just wrote 5000 words about the impact of the relationship between Red Hood and Robin on the law and order of Gotham. The influence of the behavior of the red hood 6.

Bruce frowned so much that it almost made everyone in the Justice League tremble except Diana, and finally the old father sighed and shook his head.

After all, I was the one who ignored Tim before, and his transvestism must be because I didn't give him enough attention to make him wear women's clothes for excitement.

Three pages into his inner self-criticism of his own father's neglect of duty, Bruce left as quietly as he had come.

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"Martha's Apple Pie."

When Superman came with this large stack of apple pies in a box, the final winner of Monopoly just happened to come out.

Connor won the final victory.

"I'm not convinced!" Barbara was still replaying, "Did this guy really not cheat?!"

kon nodded.

"Actually... the poorest of us saved up over 1 million in this Monopoly game and bankrupted everyone, and the two richest guys got kicked out from the start Out." Dick said his conclusion in a trance.

"But..." Barbara was also in a daze, "I found out that there were changes within the Luthor Group."

"what?"

"Connor's name is written in Lex Luthor's will." As a computer expert in Gotham and Robin, Oracle has the most complete information in his hands.

"So...the poorest are the two of us?"

Kon sees it differently: "Dick, Barbara is richer than you. She paid over $600 for her hair today."

Barbara, whose father is the chief of the police department, said that the job she took over by the computer really allowed her to have a hairstyle every day.

"just me?"

Yes, the poorest person in the whole hall is little policeman Dick Grayson.

So when Clark, who was also poor, came, did Dick see his idol?

What he sees are comrades-in-arms of the proletariat like himself!It's a laborer!The exploited!

"Clark!"

When Clark saw the tearful Dick, he almost thought he was seeing the little Robin who looked at him with moist blue eyes 10 years ago because he couldn't finish his homework, but he helped him with his homework and was caught by Bruce. .

"Dick, what's the matter?"

"He's broke."

Do you really think Connor is just lucky?Connor, who had been immersed in the education of Lex Luthor since he was a child, worked hard after eating Ronaldinho's soft meal - worked hard for a whole day, and gnawed a lot of knowledge theories.

This may not be enough to deal with Tim and Bruce, but these two repeatedly sent themselves to prison and finally broke themselves. When facing Barbara and Dick, Connor completed a Successfully pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

Clark looked at Dick worriedly: "Why don't you ask Bruce for help?"

Dick turned his head away in embarrassment.

"We were just playing a game, Superman," Barbara explained.

"Anyway," Bruce, who was still in a daze, walked into the living room, "Happy Thanksgiving, Clark."

Clark looked at Bruce, who was wearing soft home clothes and blushing against the fire in the fireplace. His god-like face showed a sweet smile that belonged to a small-town boy: "Happy Thanksgiving."

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In the kitchen, Xiaohong had no idea that a bat had sneaked in and gone just now.

"I took the orange juice away, Dahong, do you want to go to the living room with me and wait for dinner?"

Jason filled the egg tart with egg liquid and pushed it into the oven. He thought for a while: "It's okay."

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It’s about to end, you don’t have to worry, my episode is really long, and I’ve written a whole page of thoughts about the main drama including sand sculptures, so I should be able to write for a long time.