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

As the morning sun poured into the apartment, I straightened up and got out of my sleeping bag.

I ran barefoot to the balcony and looked at the GCPD. The Gotham Police Headquarters shrouded in the morning light was extremely peaceful, but I knew that there was indeed a big secret hidden in this seemingly peaceful police station.

Last night's long layover really taught me that Batman is real, and I got a new piece of news that no one else has reported, that Batman has a sidekick.

This is just the simplest superficial information, and after several days of hard work, I only got less than 10 seconds of silhouettes of ghosts flashing by at night, but an excellent detective can get hidden information from ordinary information. In the deep truth.

This bat monster uses hook claws when moving around in the air. He is a strong and strong man. He uses hook claws to transfer between high-rise buildings at high speed. Although his body is strong, he does not lack flexibility at all.I guess he is an acrobat or an athlete. His body must have been trained for many years, and ordinary people cannot do "juggling" of this intensity.

I can simply calculate his height by checking the height of the building floor data in advance and various things such as the width of windows and the distance between street lights.

Compared with this somewhat fuzzy mass of mosaic bat monsters, what attracts me more is the little man next to him. By playing back the video I took yesterday, I have confirmed that this is a child (although he is a child at my age , which is a bit odd).

His speed is also very fast, leaving only a few color patches in the camera, tsk, a $5000 camera is not enough, and cannot make his image clearer through slow motion.

Dressed in brightly colored clothes, the newcomer looked somewhat unusual following a legend known for fear in the streets of Gotham City.

In any case, the activity of exploring the secrets of the Batman brought me great fun. Although I did not see them in the next two days, I still learned through newspapers and other methods that in the legend of the Batman, he followed him. A robin.

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My over-the-top mentality makes it hard for me to get pleasure out of the people around me - although in Fred's words I'm a damn natural character center because I study psychology and can control myself , Maintain demeanor when getting along with people.I can certainly make people laugh, talk to anyone, and make friendships if I want to.But that hardly brings me joy.

Janet and Jack were away from home all the time, which encouraged me to be alone with my books and my computer.Indulging in the world of literature and communicating with words may make me feel fun.With this in mind, I read so many books that I continued reading as my lifelong hobby.

Paying attention to that Batman and being with him in Legend of Mockingbird is one of my few pure pleasures.

The squatting in the apartment lasted only 10 days before my mother, Janet, came back to find out that I was not living at home.After she made a fuss, she dismissed the nanny at home, and strongly urged me to pay attention to my own safety and keep bodyguards by my side at all times.

"Mom, I..."

I want to defend my actions. In my opinion, I have already taken enough protection - I only go in and out of busy areas during the day, and when I am alone at night, I also wear small props such as daggers, sprays, and early warning devices. .

I think I am a person who is responsible enough for my actions.

Janet had just vented her temper to the nanny, her face was flushed with anger, and her chest was constantly heaving.Her blue eyes, like mine, were bloodshot, and there was a thick bluish-black under the eyes, and her usually meticulously coiled black hair was now a little messy and loose.

Janet put her hand over my mouth, but she knelt down and looked me in the eyes.

"Timothy Jackson Drake, where do you think you are?"

Mother rarely called me by my full name like that, she usually called me Tibbo, Timmy, and doing it now meant she was really high.

Although I am a person who aspires to learn detective skills from Sherlock Holmes, I am not learning emotional intelligence from him.I habitually use logic to deal with this scene - first apologize and appease my mother.

Regardless of how well I've protected myself (and I think I've done pretty well), I shouldn't make a mother worry about her child like that.

"It's my fault, Mom."

I apologize quickly.

When I looked up at Janet, I was shocked.

Her eyes were wide open, the eye sockets were bloodshot from staying up late to work and flying across the Atlantic Ocean, the wings of her nose flared rapidly, her fists were clenched tightly due to excitement, and the blue blood vessels were clearly exposed on her hands .

Janet let go of her fist and squeezed it again, she looked at me with eyes that I don't know why now, and there was a strong sadness in her eyes: "This is Gotham, Tim. "

When she uttered the word Gotham, I got goosebumps for no apparent reason.

It didn't take long for my mother's eyes to look at me before she turned to another direction. She seemed to be looking into the distance.

The word Gotham seems to have a strange magic power, which makes us mother and son face each other in a silent world.

"Twenty years ago," my mother said suddenly, "I went to the theater with my parents."

I don't know why Janet suddenly said this, I looked up at her and she looked out the window.

"I remember the movie I saw was called Zorro, and I went to the most fashionable Park Street theater at the time."

Along with my mother's narration, I gradually knew what kind of story she was going to tell.That was the beginning of the city of Gotham falling into the endless dark abyss at an accelerated pace...

"The movie is very good. I told your grandmother coquettishly that I would watch it a second time."

Her voice gradually became high-pitched.

"The next day," murmured Mother, "the next morning."

"The Waynes were shot dead," I answered.

This is a familiar story in Gotham, a couple who were passionate about charity and improving the city's laws, died in the alley the night after watching a movie with their only son.

My mother turned back to look at me, and she said, "It's actually more than that."

I want to ask her what else happened?She just stood up and took a deep breath, and then warned me: "Listen, Timothy, you should have your own measure. Gotham is not a city that you should face alone as a child. I will provide you with enough responsible nanny and Bodyguard, I hope you can really remember."

Her blue eyes looked at me, and it was hard for me to say no.

"I will, Mom."

She strode away and shut me up at home.

Janet's back is extraordinarily upright and tough. It seems that I still have the faint scent of roses when she hugged me just now. When I buried my head in my knees, I couldn't smell it anymore.

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I will naturally continue to do what I promised my mother. It is normal for Holmes to be controlled by Mrs. Holmes when he was a child.

It's just a pity that I finally got the video in my hand, and the experience of squatting out.

But since I can't lead his hound and Watson to run around for clues like Sherlock Holmes, I can also be a detective in an easy chair, and use the newspaper in my hand to unravel one delicate and difficult knot after another.

Difficulties will not defeat you, Timothy.

The difficulty is not hitting me.

But elementary school students can.

The summer vacation has passed by in a hurry, and I have accumulated a large stack of newspapers in my hand. Although the servants specially hired by Jack and Janet are very careful about my travel itinerary, they have very little restrictions on my money. Enough for me to buy all the publications on the market.

I'm sure, it was from the beginning of this summer vacation that Batman began to bring a little robin with colorful feathers around him.

What does this mean?

This shows that Batman employs child labor, and the little bird next to him must have been caught to work because of the summer vacation!

If I can get the student list of Gotham Middle School Gotham Academy and all Gotham schools, and check slowly, maybe I can find this little bird.

But it was also the appearance of the robin that I began to pay attention to, and the legend of Batman was also quietly changing.Gradually, some people say that this black bat is punishing evil and promoting good, and some people say that he will protect the innocent people in Gotham at night.

This bat freak does it all the time, but maybe he's got an extra bouncing sidekick - I get the feeling from when this guy insists on doing an extra backflip when he's flipping a building Yes, his reputation gradually improved.

Just when I was still thinking about this story that made me obsessed, just as excited as Sherlock Holmes after playing cocaine, a little girl came to me.

"Clara, what do you want from me?"

I still remember that this little girl was part of my detective team.

The little blond girl pointed her finger and said softly, "Student Drake, long time no see. You told me last semester that you are very interested in programming, and I have some questions to ask you..."

Before Clara could finish her sentence, Clara came over and officially provided me with a source for Batman to go to and from the right places.

"Hey, Timothy, how was your vacation? Let me tell you, that dark monster you were talking to me about last time, my uncle..."

I was about to separate the two girls who had started to bump their shoulders into each other when Corolla, whose uncle was the sheriff, came over.

Hell, I wasn't in the same class as her at all.

"Tibao!"

After she yelled, the other two girls suddenly turned their heads to stare at her together: "Who are you? Why are you called Drake/Timothy Tibbo?"

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Wait a minute, what the hell is going on here?

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