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

"Isn't it easy to make money?"

Barry looked at Robin, who blinked innocently.

"I knew it, I knew it." Flash sighed helplessly while continuing to stuff fried chicken cutlets into his mouth, "If I ask you this question, I might as well keep thinking about how to exchange universe coins for dollars."

"Okay, I have to make a call." I rubbed my stomach, which was soothed by the food, and felt that I had to continue talking to Stephanie. This girl is not in a good mood. I think she still needs someone to listen to her. Talking Robin.

...an anonymous boyfriend who can only be seen at night.

"Stephen, are you still there?"

I dialed the phone from Barry's balcony, but it wasn't Stephen's voice that greeted me.

"Hello? May I ask who are you? Miss Brown is about to give birth, and we have a little situation here... Oh, I'm sorry."

"What? I'm Ro, no, Alvin Draper, I'm a friend of hers, what can I do?"

"God, ah, I can't talk to you right now, we have to get her to the hospital quickly.

"Sent to the hospital? It shouldn't be today, which doctor?"

Before I could ask, the phone hung up.

I ran out in three steps and two steps, trying to find my car and drive to Gotham...

No, it may be too late.

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I clenched my tongue, forcing myself to wake up. Barry's Speed ​​Force took me across the land of the United States, but countless strange scenes flashed before my eyes, bloody S, green water, and so on. There was an inexplicable darkness, and all kinds of unexpected memories I could think of made my brain feel like the CPU was overburdened, which made me squeeze my palms painfully.

Raven once told me that if I concentrate, I can force myself to stay in a certain space, which requires strong willpower.

I now feel as if there are many people pulling me into the void by my shoulders, and it feels like many people are tearing my nerves.

But I persisted and came to the hospital.

The golden-red lightning stopped, and Barry looked at the pale Robin with some worry.

"Are you okay?" What's going on?When I use the speed force to lead people, Batman and Green Arrow are fine.

"Ouch..." I wiped my mouth, "Don't worry about me, Barry, thank you, I'm just a little dizzy with Flash."

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"Is he coming? He said he would come." Lying on the bed and about to be wheeled into the operating room, Stephanie asked her mother, who was with her, "He will come, right? He never will." Breaking my promise."

"Whose name is she calling? Is it the child's father?"

Mrs. Brown saw her crying daughter and murmured: "A friend of hers, a friend I don't know how they know."

"I didn't know he was so important to her."

Stephanie was gasping for breath. She clutched the white sheets with both hands, and was pushed into the ward by the nurse. The girl felt scared. She had lost some blood, and now her mind was even more blurred.

If I die here, will the child be with me, she can't even help thinking.

"Why don't you come?"

"Here I am, my Stephen."

Stephen opened eyes blocked by tears, and she saw a person in a nurse's uniform and a mask, looking at her with those familiar blue eyes.

"I'll be with you by your side, let me worry about you, you just have to wait for the baby to be born." I whispered in Stephen's ear.

"Everything will be better, and fate will treat us favorably."

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But fate did not treat this girl favorably. Her blood pressure dropped, her heart rate was irregular, and her fetal position was abnormal. The 17-year-old girl used her body to support the lives of two people. At this time, she was lying helplessly on a white sheet, her hair wet with sweat. , with a hideous expression.

Looking at the electrocardiogram next to me, I suddenly felt very powerless. Robin's identity did not help me fight against illness and death.

"Robin," Stephanie called the name, softly and loudly.

"who are you?"

The midwife found a person she didn't know standing by the bedside of the pregnant woman. She couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. Something happened in Gotham recently. The earthquake reconstruction a while ago has not been completed, and a stranger suddenly appeared in the ward, which reminded her Ten years ago when that crazy clown dressed as a nurse.

The midwife shook her head. The Joker should still be in Batman's hands. She tugged at the collar of the boy who didn't know where to get the nurse's clothes: "Are you the father of the child?"

"I'm not, but I'm—"

"You didn't marry this girl either, did you?"

"But she needs me!"

"She only needs a doctor, and maybe her husband." The midwife nodded the boy's chest, "This is her business alone."

I was shut out.

I [email protected]...

Stephanie, already delirious, still whispered Robin's name.

"Are you Stephen's boyfriend Alvin?" The woman standing outside the door looked at me.

"aunt……"

"I'm glad that there is someone besides me who can accompany Stephen, although I don't know how you came here, and you are still wearing such clothes."

"I promised her that I want to accompany her."

The woman looks like the masked boy sweating from the stuffy nurse's uniform and asks him, "Will she be all right?"

I turned to look at the mother. I was not the father of Stephen's child or her husband, but there was a mother with me.

"I want to be with her."

Mrs. Brown looked at her daughter's mysterious boyfriend. Her husband was a third-rate criminal. She was not ignorant of what her daughter was doing.

"Yes, she needs you."

After all, Stephen's condition was not very good. She was pushed out of the general ward to a special room - she needed a ventilator. With the help of Mrs. Brown, I went to Stephen's bed with the help of the midwife and accompanied her.

"No, you can't take her away, this is my child!"

The spoiler has fallen into a nightmare. In the dream, her child is taken away by her father to inherit the mantle of crime.

"Stephen."

The girl finally opened her eyes.

The lower part of her body was numb, and she was lying on the height-adjusted hospital bed, and what she saw was Robin sitting beside her bed.

The girl showed a weak smile: "Are you here now? I was dreaming just now and you delivered my baby."

"I literally stayed with you through the whole operation." I sat on the edge of her bed and told her, "You know, it's easy for Robin to find a nurse's uniform in five minutes."

But it was not easy to come to me from Central City. Stephen didn't argue with her boyfriend, she asked her mother.

I told her everything I knew about this girl and promised her I'd try to get back to Gotham to be with her, but Stephanie didn't seem to care anymore.

"You haven't asked the child yet." I finally asked the question.

"I don't want to ask because I'm afraid to ask." Stephanie turned away from me, "I don't want to know at all..."

"I found the most suitable adoptive family, and I established a fund for her to monitor her life activities... If you want, I can still bring the child here to show you, she is very healthy."

The girl stretched out her hand and slapped my mouth. I was taken aback, but I saw the shoulders of the girl who had just finished the operation shrugged.

"I made up my mind to send her away. It's best if I don't see her."

"Not seeing is best."

Her tears soaked the pillow.

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I avoided Mrs. Brown, quietly stood in front of the babies' nursing room in the dark, and looked through the glass at one after another combination of angels and demons inside.

The seventh cherub with blond hair in this line of children was lifted from the pool of blood by my own hands, and I held her in my arms and listened to her faint cries.

She will have a very good family, and the place where she will live is a small town in Kansas that I carefully selected. I have already checked the information of the couple's grandparents, and the criminal history of the neighbors has already checked the cousin and niece. , what they can give is the brightest, peaceful and happy future for a child.

She'll stay away from Gotham, away from Showstoppers, Robin or whatever, and that's all good.

Except for Stephen who gave birth to this scar by himself.

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"Are you reconciled with Bruce?"

"I didn't argue with him at all, Dad."

It's actually fake, maybe it's puberty, maybe it's Jason who was taken away by death knell that reminds me occasionally, anyway, I was very grumpy when facing Bruce.

(Dick: But the last time Bruce touched your head, you called the boss!)

Ahem, Dana was happily doing her work in Central City. After her stomach stabilized, Dana drove me and Jack back to Gotham: "I'm fine now, but Jack's doctor is Levi's from Gotham The doctor is the best, dear, get up and hug your son."

Then I parted ways with one of Barry's quick-witted and quick-moving super-inappropriate partners, and I went back to my Bruce.

(Barry: Tim, you're going too far!)

I turned in through the window and saw Jack sitting in the living room reading a book. My father saw that I had changed into my pajamas, and he waved to me.

I walked over with my hands in my pockets: "Dad, I'm in Gotham..."

"What happened to your face?"

I stopped in my tracks, I spent 6 hours hunting cyborgs today and he still gave me a hard slap in the eye and a bruise on my face when we fought.

This is commonplace for Robin, I just covered it with the concealer and foundation I carried in my belt, and now my make-up is beyond Alfred's notice.

But Jack reached out and touched my face: "You're hurt."

My father looked at me very intently, and I stopped trying to defend myself.

"I'll get you a plaster and an ice pack."

I watched my father push the wheelchair towards the kitchen, and sighed softly. Robin's life is like my real life to me, and school or something else is a subsidiary of this identity.

Jack spent a long time and energy trying to get me to give up the mask, but in the end he relented. All he thought about every night was if he didn't have to pass an ice pack to his son today.

"Superman is comforting the stretcher..."

There was a report on the TV, and I listened to the news and caught a glimpse of one of the dead wife's superheroes appearing on the TV screen, and the dim orange light in the kitchen spilled some on the floor through the wall behind the TV.

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Well, my computer was scrapped today, so I wrote it in Zuohua.