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

I patted this Connor on the back lightly with my hand, he loosened his arms and hugged me tightly again.

"Xiaohong," said his eyes are not the same as Kang's, but also slightly different from Connor's, with a slight green tint in the blue, "I've been looking for you for a long time."

In this silent space, golden spots and bands of light kept falling on us. This memory did not bring me so much pain. I saw a boy named Timothy Drake.

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"Bruce... I think it's a little strange to do this." The young man followed Batman step by step, and he felt a little uneasy watching his mentor put on a new gray bat armor.

"Tim," Bruce put on his cloak, turned around and looked at the little Robin behind him seriously, "Tim, give up your Robin identity."

"Be good as your student, you are very smart, and you don't have to worry about the gangster's revenge," Bruce stroked the boy's hair, "There will be no more."

Little Tim was taken aback. He was a very smart kid. Bruce once praised him during the night watch that he would surpass Batman and become a better detective sooner or later.

He smelled ominous: "How can there be no criminals?"

Bruce finally put on his hood, and he looked into the distance, with a rare vulnerability in his tone: "Yeah, does it really exist?"

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Timothy was dressed like a normal student, I recognized him from my favorite brand of casual clothes.

Out of Robin's identity, Tim takes the trolley from Gotham to Metropolis to meet his friends.

What he saw was a Connor curled up in the futon.

"Connor... are you okay?"

Superboy was lying naked on the bed, silent as if dead.

Tim took off his shoes and went to bed and hugged his partner: "You...you and Clark...you and me."

After Luthor became president, he murdered The Flash.

And Superman killed Luthor.

Superboy whimpered softly, and buried his head in Tim's arms, and Tim felt the wet fabric on his chest.

"Connor, Connor, my clone boy," Tim said softly, as Janet held him in her arms and coaxed him, "everything will be fine."

"He is not Clark anymore, he has given up his human identity, he is...he is the lord, the lord of justice."

Even though the tears continued to wet the clothes on Robin, no, Tim, Connor still pointed out that the current Clark was no longer Clark.

"He dropped Clark Kent, so who am I? Lionel Luthor or Connor Kent?"

Tim couldn't answer Superboy's question.

"I'm Superboy," Connor whispered into Tim's chest, listening to Tim's heartbeat, "but the Lord of Justice doesn't need me."

Tim hugged his partner, and the two lay on the bed holding hands.

"If Superman's way of stopping crime is to cut their brains with heat rays," Tim still remembers the clown who was reading a novel and smiling peacefully in Arkham Asylum, and the poison ivy who was taking care of flowers and plants, playing to the music. Beat's Harley Quinn, "He's done everything he can to clear up all the mess."

But Robin understands that this is not correct: "He became the law, but the reason why the law is the law is because it can reflect the will of the ruling class, and it is something obtained from the game between people."

"Connor, I'm not Robin anymore," Tim cupped Superboy's face, "Can you give me a new code name?"

"Red Robin," Connor quickly picked up the name, "in your heart, you will always be Robin, right? My little red bird."

Tim became Connor's new pillar, the anchor of his identity, Superboy - his father was the dead Lex Luthor, who was a criminal, and Superman Carl, who stood at the top of the world and ruled Al, but that has nothing to do with Connor.

He dons a new black uniform and follows Red Robin to Gotham.

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The bloody death in the distance, the red light and the green water, and the magical Tibet in China, before I had time to look at it, I saw Connor in front of me, who came from the world where Superman became a lord, pulling me as if he wanted to go somewhere .

"Connor," I say his name so well now, I know, this is my Connor, this is my clone kid, "Where are we going?"

Connor grabbed me and held me in his body, and I heard him say in my ear: "We can't go back to Earth-50, Wonder Woman is not Wonder Woman, there will be a scene there sooner or later... But we I still have to go back, I have preserved your body well, maybe... maybe you can return to your body."

My hand tightened. Connor wanted to bring me back to my dead body. I had a vague feeling that I was already dead in his world.

"But I've already started a new life..." I couldn't continue, Connor looked at me with eyes full of attachment, like Harley looking at the clown, it was a paranoid attachment.

"Xiaohong," Connor's voice, I heard a trace of fragility as if walking a tightrope, "Xiaohong, I have been looking for you for a long time."

My heart was hit all of a sudden, a kind of sourness welled up my nose, and I burst into tears for some reason, Connor whispered: "Actually, walking in this space can't feel time, I When I first came here, my body hurt, but when my heart beat [-] million times, I saw the direction where your soul fell."

"I once asked Shazam to leave a mark on your body that only I can find, but time and space are too dangerous, I often can't catch up, and I was turned away by the door."

"Xiaohong, Xiaohong, now my best partner and friend are finally together."

I tapped his neck and he put me down.

"Connor, if you don't want to go back to your own world, you can go to the new world with me." I can't give up my current body, which means Tim's death in front of Bruce, Stephanie and others.

And I was really dead in the former world.

My emotions told me that I should say yes to Connor, that I should go and see that lonely Bruce in the gray armor...

Then my rationality tells me that I can't leave the current Bruce, he has become my father, I may be rebellious, I can leave, but I can't let him lose my son for no reason.

Connor looked at me seriously, and he leaned over suddenly.

At this moment, I saw a golden-red lightning flash across the space, this familiar color of lightning, this is the Flash...

"Why, how could he..." Connor obviously noticed the Flash running away, his brows were tightly frowned, and at this moment.

I found red-gold lightning surrounding me and I disappeared.

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I bit my lip, the place where I fell was familiar yet unfamiliar.

This is Gotham.

This isn't the Gotham I know.

Slippery and wet stone roads full of dirty water, narrow alleys, dark sky... This is the East District, but the date of "Zorro is currently in theaters, please come and watch" on the poster next to it proves that it is 30 years ago.

I straightened up and put my hands on the stick at my waist—Tim, who wasn't in uniform, had a weapon on him too.

Where's Connor?And whoever it was, what about Connor?

I didn't return to my own world, and I wasn't taken away by Connor. That golden-red lightning bolt was the result of the Flash running. What was he doing?

Just as I was holding the stick in my hand, ready to crack it open, I heard footsteps.

My ears moved slightly, and in the silent night, I could tell that this was a couple with a child. The child's voice was clear and sweet. He smiled and told his parents about the excitement of today's movie: "Mom and Dad, maybe we I can watch it again in the future, and I want to bring A Fulai!"

Here's what I heard from the man called Dad: "Of course, my little Bruce."

And the woman's laughter was also very cheerful: "Little guy, don't drag the bed sheet to your role-playing when you get home. Last time, Ah Fu complained to me that he was almost too late to wash."

I climbed up to the wall in three steps and took two steps to observe. The family of three are obviously upper-class people. The man in a suit is holding one hand of the black-haired child, and the woman is holding the other hand of the child. one hand.

I almost missed the stick in my hand when the kid known as Little Bruce glanced back inadvertently.

It's the exact same photo I saw in Bruce's bedroom when he was a kid.

The Flash sent me 30 years ago?

Crime Alley, the Zorro movie, a family of three returning home alone at night, and the pearl necklace on Martha's neck.

It was like a bolt of lightning had struck me and I realized where I was.

This is the place where Batman was born, and this is the step where Gotham stepped into darkness.

This is the nameless alley that has not yet become crime alley.

I heard a flustered and hasty footsteps, a man with a red knit cap on his head and two holes cut out for his eyes came to the family of three with a gun in his hand.

"Are you asking for money?"

The joy among the family of three when the gangster suddenly appeared disappeared. The man stepped forward to block his wife, and the wife covered the child behind her.

Thomas Wayne was very calm: "Please put the gun down, if you need money, I can give it to you."

The man raised his hands to signal his innocence.

The gangster who put his hood on was crazy, his hand holding the gun was not steady, he gritted his teeth: "Now, give me the money now!"

Thomas used his operating hand very steadily to take out the wallet from his pocket. He took off the gold watch from his hand, took off his collar clip, and put everything on the ground.

Martha also put her handbag on the ground.

The gangster changed direction and pointed the gun at Martha. His voice was so terrifying in the alley: "Put the necklace around this woman's neck..."

The author has something to say:

This chapter clarifies where Tim is from. Chapter 99 is over. I figured it out before chapter 100. Yes, Tibao from the lord world.

Those who don't know the world of lords can also read it. It's a super lobotomized by a heat ray—that world's Luthor killed the Flash after becoming president and provoked public outrage. Everyone decided to become the law and start the lord's rule.

In fact, Tibao couldn't see the gray bat when he went back-because Bruce was also dead.

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