Sherlock Holmes is a Big Brother [Comprehensive British and American]

I am Alfred Pennyworth, butler of Wayne Park.

I watched the young master grow up and love the young master like my own child.I have always hoped that the young master can have a successful career, a harmonious family, and a happy life.Get out of this sad place of Gotham.

Live a quiet and peaceful life in Provence, Hawaii.

But he chose to return to Gotham to save this almost hopeless city.

In fact, I already understood his choice in my heart, but I still couldn't stop feeling sad.But after all, it's all in the past, and it doesn't make any sense to struggle again and again now.

I never thought that the young master would not find a girlfriend, but the reality slapped me hard.

Miss Rachel chose to be with Mr. Harvey Dent,

Mr Clark Kent has Miss Lois Lane,

Clowns are said to have Harley Quinn,

Mr. Anthony Stark has Miss Poppy.

Only the young master, alone, alone.

Let me tell you, my standards for the young master's mate selection have dropped to a terrifyingly low level——

Live,

are people.

Of course, if the young master insists on liking the orangutans at Gotham Zoo, then that's fine too...

"So, you have already seen my identity?" Master Bruce sat on the sofa, looking at Miss Steele with burning eyes.Miss Steele is still so plain, I can see that until now, she has never shown a sincere smile on her face.

"Obviously." She rubbed the soft blond hair of the doll in her arms and said slowly.Miss Steele has a pair of dreamy purple eyes, but under the dazzling light of Wayne Manor, there is a faint golden wave.Once someone stares at you with these eyes, you will agree to her request without thinking.

"Okay, Miss Christina Steele," the young master paused, rubbing his fingers unconsciously.He rarely relaxed in front of people, and even when it was Miss Rachel, he still wore his playboy mask.Every time I see him pretending to be cynical, my heart will sting, and I even hope that he is the Bruce Wayne in the eyes of others-the playboy. "May you have a nice trip to Gotham."

"You don't want me to go to Arkham, why?" Miss Steel put down the doll in her hand, leaned forward, and stared at the young master. "Cappuccino."

"Yes, king." The pure public school accent sounded, and I once thought I was in the British Empire.

Master Bruce frowned, looking around indiscriminately.

"My AI butler, cappuccino." Miss Steele explained empathetically, brushing back the messy curly hair on her temples, "the AI ​​who claims to be a knight." She spread her hands, looking a little innocent.

The light blue data spread out on the desktop, gradually converging into a model.Obviously, this is Arkham's cutaway.The young master once again looked at Miss Steele with a scrutinizing gaze.

The young master has a terrifying desire to possess Gotham, and also has a detached desire to control the people in Gotham.He can't tolerate any mistakes and accidents in Gotham, and Miss Steel's doing so may be a provocative performance in his eyes.But I believe that Miss Steele is not a criminal, and if she is, then Batman's identity will be reported in [Today Gotham].

"Oh?" The young master pretended to be puzzled, "Same as Stark's Jarvis?"

"Yes, it's very similar to Steel Bone."

I saw the young master's complexion became even worse.

He was given a stern look of intelligence.

I don't know exactly how the young master kept Miss Steele in Wayne Manor, probably because Miss Steele is always so considerate.She is a peculiar girl. I expect her to be ignorant of world affairs and human affairs, but she is impeccable in interpersonal communication.

"I don't want milk." Miss Christina pushed the milk as far away as she was always insistent on this point--even if it was only a formality.

"Sorry, king, what I want to talk about is your height." Cappuccino, perhaps he prefers to be called Lancelot (because that is the name of the first knight), vetoed Stein mercilessly. Miss Hall's decision.

"Well, cappuccino, you're always right." Steele struck out a Goldberg Variation, his golden-brown curls curled up in displeasure. "But why do you have to drink milk to grow taller? Why can't you inject..."

"If you insist, king, of course you can." Cappuccino added, "I believe Mr. Lecter will be very willing to help you."

"Oh, let's forget it then." Miss Steele frowned inelegantly, forked a cherry tomato into her mouth, and ate it with enjoyment.The young master had already finished his breakfast, and was sitting obediently at the table, without any sign of impatience.

He still hasn't let his guard down, because that's how Batman is.

Miss Steele gave me a warm smile, and then went out with the young master to visit the Arkham Asylum.

I am responsible for preventing accidents in the rear.

But you know, Arkham is nothing more than the Joker's home.

Not as expected, so, so safe...

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Preview of the next chapter:

Tony Stark

The first model test is not bad, but not as good as expected.

I'm in a good mood! :)