[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham X King's Thoughts

"Your luxury car is here, young master." The boy in the jersey threw the basketball in his hand aside.

"Oh my God," another boy wiped the sweat from his brow, his handsome face twisted into a ball, "I have to go first today."

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"Can't you put me on the court and pretend to forget about me for a few hours?"

A handsome young boy with black hair was lying on the car window, his blue eyes looking longingly at the basketball court.Alfred sat in the driver's seat and turned on the ignition, then put it in gear: "Huh?"

"I can give you all my five dollars!"

The old butler thought about it, and it seemed that this was an agreement made by Bruce and Dick - a five-dollar allowance every week.

"You'd better keep your five dollars, Master Richard," the old butler put into high gear, "I can't go to the dinner for you."

After he couldn't see the basketball court of the boys and girls, Dick pulled himself out of the car window and sat upright in the back seat: "Ah Fu, what do you need to prepare for such a dinner party?"

Alfred glanced at the rearview mirror: "Just put on the suit I prepared for you."

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"Maybe next time I can play basketball with you in the manor," Bruce Wayne, AKA Batman is now putting on a tie for himself, he can't help laughing when he sees Dick with a bitter face through the mirror He said, "Come on, give me the tie."

Dick looked at Bruce who was bending down slightly to tie his tie seriously, and pursed his lips: "Bruce..."

"Don't worry, Dick." Without looking up, Bruce smoothed the creases on Dick's shirt with his long fingers, "I'm in charge of everything."

"No, Bruce," Dick felt a little embarrassed, but he wanted to say anyway, "Don't you think a Friday dollar is a little little pocket money?"

"What's missing?" The diamond king who inherited at least US$50 billion from his parents felt that the weekly pocket money of US$5 was reasonable. "By the way, has the lawn in your garden been repaired? This week's pocket money can go to Ah Fu." collar."

Dick opened his mouth to say something, then gave up.

That's it, Dick thought a little desperately, save five dollars and buy a Batman figure in the first half of the year.

Bruce patted Dick on the back: "Okay my good boy, let's go together."

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In the resplendent hall, Dick felt that the expensive suit on his body was like a tight cover. He was pulled by Bruce to a short, fat man. The man's beautiful blond female companion smiled. Reaching out to pull his cheek: "Will you be a cute little playboy in the future?"

Bruce brushed off the woman's hand calmly: "This is Marshal Suke Lee, who is also the president of Reilasia. Mr. President, this is my ward."

Being a smirking, good-looking son next to Bruce was so annoying, Dick was already thinking about how imposing he would be in his yellow cape at night.

Bruce Wayne firmly protected Dick, who was brought into the social arena for the first time, and soon he took Dick to the terrace where there were few people.

"I told them it's your bedtime," Bruce looked up at his Vacheron Constantin watch, "10 o'clock, you really should go to bed."

The "adopted son of the Wayne family" who was still frowning just now was about to fly with joy at this moment: "Can I go out in uniform?"

"Robin's birdie time," Bruce nodded slightly, and then the handsome Master Wayne suddenly changed his expression, "Have you finished your homework? Where's Alfred's homework?"

"...Of course it's done!" Dick replied with a stiff neck.

"You know if you don't finish it, I won't let you do your homework next time you're squatting on the Batmobile, right?"

"When...of course!"

"Okay then," Bruce laughed happily, his eyes narrowed like two crescent moons, "then you can go on patrol today."

Dick let out a high-pitched laugh while swinging ropes in the night sky of Gotham and breathing the moist air. He used his soft body to spin three and a half times in the air and landed lightly on the gargoyle. .

Although I haven't finished my homework, Dick thought a little distressed, but Happy Robin quickly thought of a way. He has a big blue friend, and this magical friend has many magical methods.

As long as the mind does not slip, there are always more ways than difficulties, and Superman will definitely find a way.

"Robin, let's go to the police station together," Batman waved his cloak, "Sheriff Gordon turned on his bat light."

"Okay! Knight!"

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"These girls are in danger," Bruce picked up the coffee Alfred had prepared for him. "There was no threat of phone calls, no demands for ransom... Whether their disappearance was kidnapping or murder..."

The butler also poured himself a cup of coffee. He looked up at the smiling faces of the girls on the screen: "Master, you should go to rest. Tomorrow is a new day, and there may be new clues."

Bruce put the coffee on the console: "You're right, Fu, especially when Dick has to go to school... Dick?"

The boy in the yellow cloak had already fallen asleep in front of the computer, and he could even see his black hair blowing slightly with his exhaled breath.

"Perhaps you should let Master Richard go to bed earlier." The butler packed up the things in the bat cave and watched his master pick up the young master. "It's not good for him to fall asleep in front of the workbench like this."

Master Bruce hugged Master Richard: "I will pay attention."

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He seemed to be asleep, but Dick felt the wind blowing over his exposed white thighs.

Could it be that Ah Fu installed an air conditioner blowing from the ground to the Bat Cave while he was not paying attention?

Dick opened his eyes.

"Where is this place..." Dick looked at the place he was in a daze. He saw the sign of "Gotham xx Chemical Plant", but he remembered that the billboard in this place should not belong to the chemical plant.

"Am I dreaming?" Robin looked at the uniform on his body and said to himself, "Maybe this is some kind of Call of Duty!"

While he was still researching whether the pair of elf boots on his body were the ones Ah Fu had repaired for him before, he heard some strange movements.

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Tim turned on the mechanism of the stick he carried with him, he threw off the long stick, and started beating these punks who tried to attack him, and then he ushered in the weirdest part of the case he encountered this day.

"I think you need a little help!" Along with a long series of overly cheerful laughter, a Robin bird that fell from the sky with a rope landed beside Tim.

The boy in a yellow cloak, green shorts, and elf boots kicked his feet to the sides, kicking two tall grown men into the air: "Okay, they're out."

Tim tilted his head and looked at the confused behavior of the boy in Robin uniform. He looked at the boy who seemed to appear out of nowhere, his little head was full of confusion: "Who are you?"

Dick, who was still laughing, turned his head sharply at his impersonator at the question: "Hey, man, what are you kidding?"

"Don't pretend, you imitated my uniform pretty well. Seriously, I like your trousers, and your trick just now."

Speaking of Dick "hum ha", he came out with a non-physical performance of sweeping everything with a stick in his hand.

"Your uniform? My movements?"

Tim wanted to say something, but he saw this boy who was a little shorter than himself and also wearing a Robin uniform stepped forward and patted himself on the head: "I know you all worship Robin, but the streets are still very dangerous, The fight against crime will be left to our dynamic duo, go home and do your homework obediently."

After speaking, Dick felt guilty for a moment, and he remembered the composition he hadn't finished yet.

Tim watched the twittering boy try to stuff himself back into the house to do his homework, and after being slapped on the head again by the boy, Batman's current Robin made a decision.

"I've had enough, come here."

"What's up... God! Why do you have a car!" Bruce never let Dick touch his Batmobile!

A cool red modified car appeared in front of Dick, and he watched the boy imitating his clothes turn over into the car.

"Come on, let's test who is the real Robin."

See who is the real imitator.