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

The undisputed stars of Harry's Circus are the Flying Graysons, and their show is a highlight of the tour.The whole family is wearing performance costumes with white background and red patterns.

I sat in the box and watched the snow-white lights hit the celebrity circus couple, and the lights were a bit harsh.

"Oh!"

Who covered my eyes?

My mother had already squatted down and hugged me into her arms, and kept shouting: "Tibao, Tibao."

Mom actually doesn’t need to worry that much. In fact, the gangster’s chug chug da da da was next door to my kindergarten some time ago, and I could see it clearly from upstairs—if a bullet hits the head, it will explode suddenly, and the brain will be splattered come out.

Although the GCPD arrived late, it was probably because the upper-class kindergarten in Gotham was next to it that it was able to come so quickly.

The scene where the head explodes because of the pressure is much more exciting than the current one.

I told myself it was a small scene, patted my mother's hand comfortingly, stretched my head and continued to look outside the box.

The light was still so pale.

The grayson brother who was still smiling and took a photo with me stood on the high platform in a daze. I couldn't see his blue eyes clearly. How is he now?What is he thinking?

"Tibao!"

My mother's voice seemed to come from a very far away place. He rubbed my face with those delicate hands, and I realized that I was already in tears.

"Don't be afraid, Tibao, it's just an accident, breathe, come on, learn from mom, take a deep breath."

Fresh air rushed into my chest, and I finally started thinking again.

"Mom! I'm going to see Dick!" I'm going to see that Dick whose smile is brighter than the sun in Gotham, I want to hug him, I want to comfort him, I...

"No, Tibbo, let's go home."

When I was only 5 years old, I was hugged by my mother, like a small kangaroo in a kangaroo mother’s pouch. Janet’s body has a light rose fragrance, and her breath surrounds me, as if someone is in my world. An impenetrable barrier has been erected.

I am safe.

I am protected.

This feeling is so clear that the shadow of Gotham that has been haunting me is far away from me.

What about Dick?What about the flying bird?

He has lost his parents before he left the nest, who will protect him now?

After such an astonishing accident, the upper-class audience will naturally be taken away from here. I hugged my mother's neck and heard discussions from my ears.

They mostly lamented a couple of times for the flying lovebirds, but were soon chatting about their next fun.

I looked up and they were all smiling lightheartedly, as if they had just watched a delightful circus show.

Suddenly, I saw those steel blue eyes again.

It's Bruce Wayne.

The man frowned tightly, and a deep Sichuan character appeared between those two beautiful black eyebrows. His beautiful rose-colored thin lips were also pale and pursed at this time, and his whole person exuded a sad aura.

I stared fixedly at that man, the sorrow emanating from his body was a kind of noble and human sorrow, I should not have understood this kind of sorrow, but at this moment, I did understand what he was grieving for.

Beside him was an old man whose temples had begun to turn gray. The old man straightened his back and followed Master Wayne with a solemn and sad expression.

What are they talking about?

Could they be mourning the tragic fate of the Graysons?

My mother took me away, but I still heard the mournful voice in the circus shed.

It has been several days since the accident in the circus shed ended, and Gotham is still cloudy and rainy today.

Janet opened the door to her son, who had wrapped himself up under the covers.

"Tibao, did you sneak into your father's study to read again last night?"

This high society lady is a loving mother. Although she is often busy with work and her husband makes her sometimes neglect her precocious son, Janet is still a mother who understands her son.

"Today is the funeral of the Grayson couple, Timber, are you going?"

The ball in the center of the bed moved, and a little head with disheveled hair came out. The child stared at his mother and nodded.

Gotham is a seaside city on the east coast of the United States, and it is also the largest port city in the United States. However, this city is different from the metropolis next door. It is shrouded in misty rain all year round, and has a particularly gloomy temperament.

I put on a black suit and walked towards the cemetery in Gotham with my mother holding hands. My mother was holding a black umbrella.

Few people came to the funeral, and the cemetery was even more desolate on this rainy day. The rain occasionally splashed on my neck, as if it could chill people to the bone.

The robin that used to fly lightly in my dreams is wearing a black suit that I have never seen him wear today-he has always been wearing brightly colored clothes, spreading happiness to others.

Richard Grayson was still a thin boy, and the rain soaked his clothes, making his thin figure even more prominent.

Janet stroked my hand from time to time, as if she could give me some warmth.

The couple who had brought laughter and dreams to countless people finally fell asleep underground, the crowd dispersed, and the boy was still stubbornly standing in front of the tombstone.

I wanted to go up and give him a hug, the same hug I should have given him a few days ago.

I want to go forward and give him a comfort, a comfort that has been brewing in my stomach for several days.

But before I could go over and tell my idol, a strong and tall figure hugged the thin boy in the rain.

That's Bruce Wayne.

"Would you like to be adopted by me?"

The tall man asked the boy.

The rain was getting louder, and I saw the robin with its wet feathers hide in Bruce's arms, and he was crying.

I stopped walking forward, the rain curtain separated me from the newly born father and son, the breath between them was cold and sad, just like Gotham in the rain.

My mother has not let go of my hand, her hand is warm and wide, wrapping me.

I don't think I could give Dick any better comfort than Bruce, they're like two wound-licking animals together.

After that rainy funeral, Wayne officially announced that they had adopted Richard Grayson. Although some people murmured that there must be some dirty deal in it, but I know the two who have seen the two cuddling together in the rainy day, They built nests for each other.

Let me start with an old saying: time is like water, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

Ahem, anyway, I, Timothy Jackson Drake, am of elementary school age.

I am proficient in 6 languages ​​including the most difficult Mandarin, and I have read thousands of books. In fact, I have already received two doctorates and I am going to elementary school.

Seriously, this is the worst news I've heard since losing my beloved idol Flying Bird Grayson.

It’s not that if I don’t reject going to kindergarten, I won’t be able to cope with elementary school, but the kindergarten life that can ask for leave at any time, the constraints on elementary school students are much greater—I guess I can’t watch "Detective Polo" in class .

Drake is from a fairly well-to-do family, and I went to the best private elementary school in Gotham, becoming a schoolboy in shorts and white socks.My father hugged me before I went to school and said, "Teebo, your mother and I also went to Gotham Elementary."

I secretly rolled my eyes in his arms, this is not nonsense, Dad, your family business must have been in Gotham Elementary School unless you went to school in the metropolis when you were young.But I heard him say: "Over the years, the school uniform has not changed. Oh, I remember that you and Uncle Bruce had a photo of me wearing this school uniform before, and I kept it in the safe."

Ah, Uncle Bruce in shorts and white socks.

Wait a minute, Dad, why do you treasure pictures like this?

Did someone airdrop a green light ring on my mom's head?

You ask me what is a green light ring?

I vaguely remember something like "Love is a ray of light".

Well, well, now I'm an honorable Americana schoolboy with no red scarf fluttering across my chest, but "The Starry Banner" is ringing in my ears.

As long as I silently recite "Prosperity, Democracy, Civilization and Harmony", bullets from Gotham City will not be able to hit me.

Just kidding, the main credit is the security that my dad spent money on.

When I entered elementary school life, I found that elementary school was really boring. The high level of knowledge made me stand out from the crowd among elementary school students. I kind of understood how Mr. Holmes saw the world in the bedtime reading that accompanied me good night, boring, boring, boring.

During this period, probably thanks to Sherlock Holmes, I discovered an interesting urban legend.

There are rumors that in the night of Gotham, there is a bat monster haunting.Some people say that in Gotham, where darkness falls, there is a monster with bat wings patrolling the night, he beats up the police station, he beats criminals, he is violent, he is bloody - he is the dark night knight of Gotham, guarding the night Tranquility; he's Gotham's bat-monster, shattering the order of the night.

Bat monsters!

Does that sound like a rip girl?Does it look like the legend of Sadako?

As a primary school student, I don’t believe that there are any monsters with wings in this world, just like when I was naive, I also don’t believe that there are aliens in the world, there are goddesses who have lived for 5000 years, and the skin of people on Mars is green.

The boredom of being out of tune with the people around me finally tempted me to be a little Sherlock Holmes, using my wise head to uncover the truth of this night monster.

You say there is no Sherlock Holmes book in this world?

It does not matter.

Detective Polo is similar.

The focus is on the detective.

The author has something to say:

Batman started out as a funny detective comic lol!The master's brother-like muscles are not as attractive to me as his wise head.

I wiped my drool, and I didn't lie.

Cutie Tim is officially designated Robin with the best detective talent, the second best detective in the world, and an optimistic kid with a bright heart.

So the detective (zuosi) has been set since childhood, um.