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

Dick couldn't deny it, he saw the boy laughing, God, his eyes were so bright.

"I remember all your performances like I know my name."

"Bruce Wayne took you, and 6 months later, Batman appeared with Robin."

"You are Robin, and Bruce Wayne is your guardian, I just know who is Batman."

I concealed a lot. The boy who was chasing the legend of the bat with his camera took photos of Robin’s first show. He was so idiotic that he pasted the poster on the head of the bed, made a pillow for the Robin bird, and became the administrator of the “Chiroptera Protection Forum” ...

Cough cough, this makes me look very perverted.

"First of all, all impossible conclusions must be ruled out, and the rest, no matter how bizarre and unbelievable, must be irrefutable facts."*

"Richard Grayson left Gotham for school and Robin disappeared. Bruce Wayne adopted Jason and three months later he had a new Robin."

"After Jason died, Batman lost Robin again. And Batman seems to be completely immersed in fighting crime and doesn't care about his body at all. I really worry about him."

"I've read everything I can gather about Batman and Robin," I said, taking two steps forward to grab Dick, then stopped myself, "I used to spend hours a day on you guys, you guys It was my guiding star, but when I saw Batman without Robin start to be reckless, I realized the seriousness of the problem."

"Batman needs you, Dick."

I look like this young man whose eyes have changed, conveying my point of view to him.

"He needs you, not Nightwing, he needs you as Robin."

"Robin, you want me to be Robin again?" Dick spread his hands to express his incomprehension.

"It's impossible for me to be Robin again, just like no one can go back to their 13 years old, time can't turn back."

Dick was striding down the corridor, and I ran after him, explaining to him, "No, don't you understand?"

Dick opened the mechanism of the study and walked down the Batcave.

This is a huge underground cavity, where there are a lot of mechanical parts, huge computers, and various collections in glass windows.

If it were me in the past, I would be unable to hold back my screams, admiring these coveted collections.

But now I just want to persuade Robin to return to Batman, so that the scarred bat can return to the happy period of the energetic duo.

Dick looked at the Robin uniform in the window, and he muttered.

"Old days?"

"No, Tim, one has to look forward."

He changed into a costume that belonged to Nightwing.

I was almost desperate, I looked at Nightwing who put on a domino mask and rode away on a motorcycle, and I yelled, "Don't you really understand? It's not Nightwing, Dick, do you really not understand?"

"What Batman needs is a Robin!"

Ye Yi put on the motorcycle hood without a moment's pause, I seemed to have lost the strength to support me from running these days, and lowered my head.

"Is it true that no one understands?"

"Master Timothy."

"Perhaps Master Richard understands. Perhaps that's why he brought you here."

I looked at him, and he looked at me. The butler, whose temples were already a little gray, straightened his back. His words gave me strength.

Under the tacit gaze of the butler, I took out the Robin uniform from the first locker, and I wanted to give it to Nightwing.

But Dick suddenly stopped the motorcycle aside, and took the uniform rudely.

"Master, this kid is right. Since Bruce lost Robin, since he lost Robin for the second time, he..."

"Dick, he needs a mate," I took the butler's words. "He needs a family who will actually be there for him, a mate who can pull him out of his emotional hell!"

"The first thing Bruce taught me was how to be a man."

Dick threw the Robin uniform on the console.

"Not a child."

He stepped onto his motorcycle and put on his motorcycle helmet again.

"Jason's death took Robin."

The motorcycle roared away.

"Others could not undo his death."

Dick leaves.

I'm crazy to run after him and tell him I'm not saying Jason can be replaced, Jason is such a good guy, he always has candy in his pocket for the victims, he suffers for those The child is very aggressive, but he can stick to his bottom line. He has always been the best Robin.

A most excellent hero.

but.

but.

I'm just trying to say, you can't let a legend die like that, you can't let Batman die like that.

Batman is falling into the abyss of loneliness and madness, he needs a partner, he needs a Robin.

You can't let you die like this.

"Master Timothy?"

I didn't realize I was in tears until Alfred came over.

The British butler leaned down and hugged me, and I noticed that the old man's eyes were covered with wrinkles.

"My dear young master, would you like some special cookies and black tea from Wayne Manor?"

"...Hmm!" I wiped away my tears, and left the bat cave with the old man.

Mr. Housekeeper gave me a new suit, look at this style, maybe it was Jason's, maybe it was Dick's.

The manor's cookies are extremely delicious, with moderate sweetness, delicate and fluffy taste, paired with hot high-quality black tea, which soothes my stomach on the go these days.

Mr. Housekeeper is also very humorous, he chatted with me.

"Oh, I used to be an Englishman, and I was a secret agent."

I was taken aback by the butler's words. I really didn't expect that this well-mannered old butler, who was dressed in a suit and meticulously dressed in a suit, was once a secret agent.

"Is it MI6?" I thought of the famous British James Bond.

Alfred obviously laughed at my thoughts, but he didn't deny it. He said, "I haven't been in MI[-] for a long time. What I usually do is a civilian agent."

But he quickly changed the subject.

"If you're passing through London next time and want a bespoke suit, I highly recommend Kingsman on Savile Row."

"King□□an?" How could someone come up with this name?

I nodded in agreement with the old housekeeper.

I don't know what I promised him. In Wayne Manor at night, the butler tasted black tea with me. I chatted with him about my A+ grades in school. Speaking of which, I have practiced gymnastics more than 8 years, talking about seeing Bruce when I was a kid.

The housekeeper is an excellent listener. Sometimes he would say two bad jokes, which made people stunned for a while, and it took a long time for him to react, and then he smiled knowingly.

While I was talking to him about the changes in Gotham School over the years, which reminded the old man of the youth he brought up with his own hands, I observed the old man.

The old butler, who claimed to be a British agent, no longer speaks with a purely British accent. He has a little Oxford accent, and also has a little American accent that may have been changed in the United States for decades.He has an elegant posture, his spine is always straight, and every detail of his body has been taken care of, just like a perfect model of aristocratic butler.

But he's no ordinary butler, and no butler has served Batman and Robin for more than 10 years, or raised such a special Bruce Wayne.

The craftsmanship of the cookies is also unique in the world.

While I was enjoying this quiet time, Alfred's face suddenly changed, and he left the living room quickly.

I was frightened, and I stood up and trotted with him, and I followed him to the Batcave.

"Did something happen?"

"Dangerous." The butler's face became serious again.

"Master Richard has activated a distress signal."

I looked up at the computer, squinting.

"Oh my God, the signal is broken."

"There must have been an accident there." I touched my chest, and the palpitation reminded me of when Jason passed away not long ago, I grabbed the fabric on my chest: "We have to do something, we must Do something."

My eyes moved to the Robin uniform thrown on the console.

Someone lit a fire in my chest.

I walked over to caress this Robin suit as if obsessed, this dress made of Kevlar fiber cloth, it was still well preserved after being placed in the window for several years, I reached out and touched the cape, He withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

Cape, yellow cape.

I tasted strawberry chocolate in my mouth, which quickly turned to full bitterness, and I knew it was just my hallucination.

This Robin suit belongs to Dick.

Not Jason's.

"No, Master Timothy, what we should do is wait, as I have done in the past."

Alfred noticed that there was flame in the boy's eyes looking at him, and his eyes were also blue, unlike the steel blue eyes of his Master Bruce, Timothy's eyes were more clear, A lighter blue, like Kashmiri sapphires.

"I might one day be able to wait as calmly as you," I picked up the Robin costume and began to lift my coat, "but now I know what I have to do, and I just can't stop. Down."

"You know Jason..."

"But Batman needs Robin!"

The boy's voice is fearless, and he is ready for everything.

Batman needs Robin, he needs a sidekick for him, and all I have to do is fill that role for now, I'm calm and sensible Timothy, and I know years of gymnastics and kickboxing is what I'm capable of with grown men Body capital of WWI.

My brain can be regarded as the most flexible group of people. The large and small props in the Bat Cave have been carefully analyzed by the administrators of the Chiroptera Protection Forum, so it is not a big problem to get started directly.

I can.

I can be Robin, replace Jason, and help Batman.

In place of the boy who was as sweet as a strawberry candy.

I glanced at the blood-stained uniforms in the second cupboard and decided to change into Dick's Robin uniform.

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*From Sherlock Holmes.

*Ah Fu worked as an agent, but the Wang Nan here is private.