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

I first wiped my face with a wet towel in my pocket, washed my hands, and stiffened a bit when I took out the liquid foundation, and then started to paint in the mirror without any hesitation.

"Tim, are you done?" Jason crossed his arms and asked Tim who had been in the room for a long time.

Seriously, in the past when he and Xiaohong and Dickie had the best relationship, Xiaohong and Dickie used to chat with each other, saying that the other used to dress in women's clothes - Tim even had a picture of Bruce in women's clothes, Too bad Jason didn't get it.

Jason didn't expect much from Tim's womenswear—didn't he know it himself?Jason's own make-up skills are in a mess, and he was caught off when he put on a fake beard for the first time.

"...Okay." The girl who came out of the room had soft blond hair draped behind her head, a small and delicate face, and was wearing a simple blue shirt and long black skirt.

Jason opened his mouth, but didn't say a word. It took him a long time to reach out and touch his nose: "It's not bad."

I stretched out my hands and rubbed my chest, and this was a bit strange: "Do you have fake breasts?"

"Who would have something like that?!" Jason yelled.

"But such a flat chest looks fake."

Why are you so dedicated? Hey, Jason thought angrily, but told Tim the truth: "Flat chest is also pretty good."

At least you dress like a girl with small breasts, which is pretty cute.

I ran my hand through my hair, trying to change the way I walked as I mentally recalled Janet's past style.

"You promised me that you would take me there after I finished my makeup." I picked up the corner of my skirt and walked around in front of this man who called himself Jie, "Now I'm ready."

Jason shrugged: "When I find a way to send you back, you have to obediently go back."

"Yeah." I nodded, "I won't make trouble for you."

When I went out with the man in the red helmet, I was shocked by what he did. Although this tall man looked fierce and not easy to provoke, he was unexpectedly welcomed by people.

"So you usually do this kind of thing?"

After I helped a woman fix a wound on her son, I asked Jay, who was repairing the machine.

"It's a mess outside. Superman has been a little out of order since he blew up Metropolis. He always wants to keep the whole world under his control and protection."

"And then?" Although the disappearance of the metropolis is sad, Superman has always protected the earth. I am a little curious about Jason's cursing.

"He killed the whole of Arkham."

"...Did the clown do the nuke thing?"

"Yeah, who else is there besides that lunatic?" Jason stopped his hands, his eyes became a little erratic, obviously remembering something.

"Batman will disagree." I have witnessed Batman control himself to stop attacking the clown, and I have witnessed Batman beating and tempering his own soul. Bruce will not agree with Superman's way of killing people.

"Of course he would not agree, he said this is a first, the beginning."

"But that's more than 800 million human lives." Jason put down the wrench in his hand, and he turned to look at the blonde who was cleaning the tweezers, "More than 800 million human lives, that's not a human life."

But once this start is released, when the private law practitioners use their own power to control the judicial power, the unconstrained power will expand and get out of control.

People need to restrain themselves, power will corrupt people's hearts.

"Superman is going to judge criminals, who will judge Superman?"

Jay didn't answer me.

He washed off the engine oil on his hands, and wiped off the water stains bit by bit with a paper towel: "The guys on both sides have no idea. Superman intends to make the world peaceful, and there is no villain! He is high above and wants to stop the war." Of all the wars, he has set his sights on the Middle East, preventing strife there, but he never imagined that in the United States, out-of-control corporations and banks brutally attack civilians, and they greedily use financial means to drain them. He just simply want to go..."

Mr. Red Hood paused and said, "As for Batman, he's always stuck to his logic, huh."

I can see that Jay has deep complaints about Batman.

"I just want some straws for these poor people who are innocently caught up in the flames of war."

Jason finally concluded.

I blinked, this guy's heart is so soft.

"I want to go for a walk." I finally put away all the medical equipment and pretended to make this request to Jie inadvertently.

Jason looked at the guy's familiar blue eyes, and his heart softened suddenly: "Okay, you go out."

He knew how keen the observation ability of this little detective once known as the second Batman was, and he also knew that all Robins had a strong sense of not listening to others' advice, after all...

The former little linnet was such a person.

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When Damian was walking on the road, he vaguely saw a familiar face, and he stepped forward to stop that person in three steps in two steps.

"...I'm sorry." When the blond girl turned her head, Damian realized that he had admitted the wrong person.

This is a tall girl with a pair of beautiful blue eyes. There is still some baby fat on her face, and a pair of red lips are slightly parted under the delicate bridge of the nose, as if she was frightened by herself.

"It's nothing." I was pinched by this young man's wrist. He moved so fast that I couldn't react. It was really weird, "I'm recovering now."

When I looked up at this boy, I was stunned by his Bruce-like face. Except for his brown skin and forest green eyes, the bridge of the nose and brows of this boy were exactly the same as Bruce.

This made me a little excited as I was thinking about how to sneak back to Gotham to find Bruce.I just found out that Bruce might not be in Gotham yet, he's wanted by Superman, the leader of the whole world, and he probably moved his base.

"My hands are blue from your pinching." I turned my eyes and came up with an idea. This guy must have some special background identity. If I follow him, I will definitely find some clues. "It hurts a bit..."

Only then did Damian realize that his hand was still tightly pinched on the girl's wrist, and he immediately let go.

"Let me take you to get some medicine." After finishing speaking, Damian didn't know why he took a strange girl to get medicine, but he was inexplicably attracted to this girl in a blue shirt and black skirt.

Grayson's death, the fight with his father, weighed heavily on Damian's mind, year after year, day after day, second after second.But when he was talking to this girl just now...

There is an indescribable peace in my heart.

"I'm Damian." Said the teenager who looked like Bruce.

"Well, you can call me Albertina." I noticed the boy's slight expression, and felt a little embarrassed. Could this guy be interested in me?

But I have to say, if this is true, it is very good news for me. I pursed my lips and pulled a smile, recalling the mood when I was with Cassandra, showing a kind of The expression of the beginning of love.

"Well, thank you."

"I pinched your hand first." Damian had watched his mother Talia's live version of adult education when he was a child. He was rich in theoretical poses when he was 5 years old, but this was his first This is the first time I talked to a girl like this with a slightly apprehensive mood.

The girl's eyelashes are very long and slightly curved, and the blue eyes under those long eyelashes seem to contain shimmering light, which is intoxicating.

Damian lowered his eyelids and turned to lead the way.

After Superman started the war, the economy fell into the Great Depression, but it is not difficult to find a place to treat wounds-disorder can increase the GDP of the hospital.

Damian took the blond girl to a clinic and watched as the doctor applied ice to the bruise on the girl's hand.

In fact, what is this little injury to me?I was thinking about how to increase the intersection with this boy who called himself Damian, and then I saw the bruises and wounds on the boy's neck.

"...Did you take care of your wounds, Damian?"

I flicked the bandaged wrist, stood up and pushed Damian who was behind me onto the seat I was sitting on just now.

Damian's muscles tensed as the girl reached out to touch him, but he held back.

"Doctor, come and see the wound on his body."

The girl's fingers caressed his neck, and she left in an instant. The education of the Assassin's League made Damian pay close attention to his own vitals. He could have violently strangled the girl behind him, but he still held back. .

The girl reached out and stroked his back, looking at herself with blue eyes, she looked like Grayson who used to rub his hair in the bat cave, or Drake who beat himself up and gave medicine .

Even the gentle smile on the corner of his mouth is inexplicably familiar and nostalgic.

The doctor wanted to stretch out his hand and pull it away, so that the next patient could take a look at the injury, but was taken aback by the fierce tiger-like eyes of the young man sitting there.

The boy turned his head to look up at the blue-eyed girl, and then opened his chest.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at the bruises around his neck that were bound to cause suffocation, the whitening knife wounds that had scabbed over, and the black and purple bruises on his back.

This young man named Damian has no more injuries than when I was Robin. I can't help but explore the secrets on him.

Under the oppression of the predator's breath, the poor doctor quickly finished the medicine while trembling.

Damian picked up the bag containing the medicine, put on his coat, and called Albertina to leave together: "It's not safe outside, I'll take you home."

The doctor complained, you still said that this girl is not safe, I think you are the most insecure.

"Just walk with me for a while." I recalled the actions of Afro and the others I saw in school, turned around with a smile and let the corner of my skirt raise an arc in the air, tilted my head slightly, showing a sweet smile smile.

Damian was in a daze again, this kind of smile really seemed...like Richard, and also like Timothy.

But after all, those two people lay in the grave forever, one was killed by himself, and the other died by Superman's hands.

Thinking of this, the young man from the Assassin's League finally suppressed the turmoil in his heart: "Let's go."

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