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

Superman and I looked at each other.

What happened to the name embroidered underwear?Not only do I embroider my name on my underwear, I have my name embroidered on everything from my shirt to my socks - except that when I'm in uniform, only the underwear has my name embroidered on it.

Why does Superman want to see Batman's underwear?

I looked at Superman's upright face and trembled slightly: "Do you have any questions?"

"Uh, no, but if you want, I can help you with your homework." Superman murmured.

"There's no need for that." When I said it, I regretted a little - I might have a chance to get Superman's handwriting, and picking up Superman's vest is obviously more challenging than flashing himself as a bb and revealing his identity.

The hands of the little vest picker Drake trembled slightly.

Hold on, Timothy Drake, you're Batman's only fan, not Dick's Superman fan, and Jason's Wonder Woman fan, they're all false idolatry, you're Batman's only fan pink!

The god of the world in the red cloak disappeared after placing little Robin on the roof of the Wayne Building, leaving three generations of Robin entangled.

Ah, this is the Justice League, something is broken in the bottom of my heart, Titans, can't it be the same as the Justice League?

In the Justice League, there is an extremely reliable Batman who has never been designed to collapse, and in the Titans, there is——Dick?

Does Dick have any stability?

Forget it, neither the Justice League nor the Titans are superheroes of the same generation to me. Now I have to think hard about how to get rid of the lies of my Paris exchange student in school.

Following the vent that Batman reserved for himself to climb the Wayne Building, I came to Bruce's office, took out the shirt and pants from the cabinet and changed them.

Well, it's not Robin's time, it's Timothy's time.

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"Father! I've seen Superman!"

Lex was carelessly touching his bare chin and thinking about something, but his son suddenly rushed in through the window.

"what?"

"I've seen Superman! He's really cool. I even had a fight with him. How can I say..."

Luther felt his eyes darken, why is this kid so courageous?After planning his debut plan for him for more than a month, Lionel himself exposed himself to Superman.

"Son, why do you suddenly want to meet Superman?"

"Isn't it father, you talk about Superman every day, and you say that one day I will replace him, dad, I have gathered your superior genes, don't worry, Superman is old."

"That's Superman! He has a body of steel, and he's a god! But there's no need for gods or aliens in this world! So I..."

Lionel listened to his father once again passionately expressing his surging feelings for Superman, and he was able to keep his face unchanged.

Luther spoke to the air for a while before stopping, and he glanced at his son: "Very well, it seems that you are ready."

Lionel nodded: "Can't wait."

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I slumped in front of the computer in the Batcave, squinting at the blond-haired police evidence technician, Barry Allen, who was displayed on the screen.

Then he compared the trajectory and stature of his frequent contact, Hal Jordan, to that of Green Lantern.

I cover my eyes.

I really know too much. Picking up the vests of members of the Justice League is like picking up Dick to find Bruce, a gourd on a gourd vine.

I sighed and started mopping up with the bat computer.

"Master Tim, welcome home."

Alfred's familiar voice sounded behind me, I turned around and saw the old butler with gray temples, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"The dragon slayer is back?"

"Yes, Ah Fu."

"Master Tim, your teacher said last time that he couldn't reach you by phone."

"I went to Hong Kong, maybe the phone has changed the time zone."

"It's okay, I've already explained it."

"Alfred, you are always the most reliable."

"But master, you have two classmates who have visited many times, and I think you may need to respond."

"It's Fred, right?" I quickly thought of my best friend, but who was the other guy?

"And Miss Avro Knight."

"...That's it, well, Ah Fu, I'm going to the hospital, and then I'll go to school."

"I think it should be, sir."

My father, Jack Drake, had been transferred from a hospital bed to a wheelchair when I saw him again.

His body was not as tall as I remembered, and when I tried to hold his hand, I found that his hand was also smaller than mine.

"Tim, how are you doing in Paris these days?" My father asked me, and I suddenly realized that during this period of time, I hadn't even called my father.

Feeling guilty, I knelt down and leaned my head on my father's knee: "Father, I didn't mean to."

Jack smiled: "I can't even move my fingers when you're away, and you'd think it's normal that I can't make a phone call."

No, it was actually my mistake.

At this time, a woman in a white dress came from outside. She had beautiful blond hair coiled behind her head. My super memory reminded me that she was the nurse who took care of Jack in the hospital, Dana. Winster.

"Nana, you're here." A smile appeared on Jack's face. He reached out to hold Dana's hand, but withdrew it.

I froze for a moment, and looked at the blonde woman.

She is not particularly good-looking, much worse than my mother, but she has a kind of gentle temperament that belongs to a woman. She looks at my father with sunshine in her eyes, and in my eyes with anxiety.

This is... father's new girlfriend?

I don't know how to continue to stay here, I think of my mother, her rose fragrance, she snuggled up in my father's arms and smiled happily.

but……

Janet has passed away.

"Father, I think I should go to school." I smiled and tried to keep my tone as light as possible—my mother has passed away, and it is his own business that my father wants to develop a relationship. Maybe this can help him get out of the nightmare?

"Pay attention to safety, take good care of your own body." My father was also a little stiff, but then he changed back to a good father who cared about me meticulously.

The care I get from my father today may be more than what I have received in the past 10 years. Paralysis has smoothed the edges and corners of this man, and it has also smoothed his ambition.

Before I left, I couldn't help turning my head: "Father, I wish you a happy mood."

I saw Jack give me a surprised smile.

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"So, you met an English friend and a Chinese friend in Paris?"

I told Fred my mixed experiences outside, and Fred just nodded: "But those friends you made outside will not accompany you to school, will they?"

Cassandra, who gnawed pig’s trotters, and Sherlock, who had an unbelievably long face, came back to my mind—this was more than just not going to school with me, the first love was only 5 minutes, and the friend was suspected to be an idol who broke through the dimensional wall.

"Of course, the only one with me is Fred."

The boy on the opposite side smiled: "I took the notes carefully during this period, and I also prepared the recording, and I saved a copy of the teacher's materials for you, Tim, you can make up for it soon. "

I nodded, learning is not difficult for me, but someone prepares for you, isn't it a blessing?

"Thanks!"

But when I turned my head, I saw the blond girl Afro, who also took a dozen notebooks, and I saw the beautiful handwriting on them.

"Thank you, Avro."

The girl shrugged indifferently: "It's easy."

It suddenly occurred to me that Cassandra, who had just broken up with her not long ago, had an inexplicable narcissistic feeling—won't Avro like me?

I felt a little nervous, so I changed the subject: "Class is about to start, let's go."

Efro looked at the boy's back and moved her lips.

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Many people greeted me before the class. When I calmed down and started to listen to the class, I found that this class was an unlucky history class.

It was the history class that asked which protected animals the Bering Strait Treaty between the United States and Russia was.

Old Tom really didn't let me go, maybe it was because I was an excellent student with all A+s, but I only got A grades from him. The history teacher liked to ask me some questions.

"Our classmate Drake went to Paris as an exchange student, did you welcome him back?"

The class exploded with a bang, and I discerned some words such as, of course, is Paris fun?

"Then Drake, you must have stayed in Paris, France just now, and you must have some emotions about the history of the French Revolution, so let me ask you a question."

Tom, don't be like this, I feel like there is another big hole behind you.

"The rule of the Girondins was overthrown by the Jacobins, so which revolutionist of our country did the Jacobins arrest and imprison?"

"Thomas Paine! Sir!"

"Are you sure?" Old Tom pulled his wrinkled face down.

"Yes."

"Very good," the history teacher's face bloomed like a chrysanthemum again, "It seems that you haven't given up on your history yet."

"And, Drake, welcome back."

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The people of Gotham are cute, right?It's a joy to be in a Robin uniform in a city like this.

When I picked up a full box of lunch prepared by the housekeeper for me at noon, Fred and I were sitting together and chatting quietly. Suddenly, I saw Lex Lu appearing on the TV screen in the cafeteria. se.

I curled my lip. When Luthor was my child, the value of Lex Industries was almost the same as that of Drake Industries. But thanks to Luthor, this genius inventor insisted on relying on technology to make his company in the short term. It has grown more than 10 times in just 10 years, and has become the largest among the new companies in one fell swoop.

It is this Lex Luthor who is not obsessed with invention and creation, not addicted to fun and pleasure, but obsessed with Superman.

Superman in various senses and aspects - the last metal man incident, also beat Superman to the brink of death.But this Mr. Luther is willing to throw money wildly for Superman, not only spending money to kill Superman, Luther is also willing to write a check for every battle loss of Superman.

What kind of spirit is this?Luther’s morbid obsession with Superman is incomprehensible. If you define Luther as a bad guy, this is obviously wrong—his contribution to the Metropolis is obvious to all, although Luther can’t escape the capitalists. Bad roots, but I don't think he has any major problems in terms of character. Once when a certain newspaper was conducting a presidential campaign survey, Luthor's approval rating was not low.

But it was on Superman, Luthor didn't know how many billions of dollars he spent on it.

I was thinking that maybe Luthor threw out another 1/10 of Drake Industry, and at the same time, I was thinking about how to adjust the business direction of my own business—according to Bruce’s spending speed of sponsoring watchtowers and paying war damage , I am a little worried that he will go bankrupt.

Then I heard voices coming from the TV.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the grand debut of Lex Group's new Superman!"

I saw in the camera a boy in a black leather jacket, sunglasses, and a Mexican hairstyle, who hovered coquettishly in the air, and then landed on the ground.

He stretched out his hands, like a booby dancing with its gorgeous feet, and like a peacock spreading its tail. Those two long legs in black tights walked around on the stage, showing off intentionally.

"Hey pretty ladies, if you want a qualified superhero," the boy flexed his muscles in a blue leotard emblazoned with the Superman Hope logo underneath a leather jacket, "then I..."

"As long as Lex Industries exists for a day," Luther directly covered the boy's mouth, "then our own Superman will always protect his safety!"

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"puff!"

Even if Superman was killed by Doomsday before, didn't he come back to life?Is it necessary to engage in a new "Superman"?

Wait a minute, Luther, this isn't your clone, is it?I really don't doubt that Luthor's technology can create metal people out of thin air, but is it really just a human clone?I looked at the boy on TV who was pushing his hair back and trying to turn on the screen, and I felt a little ominous looking at his face...

The author has something to say:

I coded for a lot of comments for two hours, and I didn’t save the manuscript. There will be an update at [-] o’clock tomorrow. I’m so hardworking that I’m going to lose my hair.

Tibbo, lend me some of my hair-preserving superpowers!

Here, I made up the origin of Connor myself. The cloned Connor should have appeared after the death of Superman. I took the basic setting of clones in the TV series in the 90s and added magic changes.