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

Call the future dick...

Slade changed the subject: "Hey, boy, are you hungry?"

Dick blinked his beautiful blue almond eyes: "It seems a little bit, but I can bear it until you get in touch with the grown-up me in this world, well, I'm really curious."

Deathstroke sighed: "Perhaps you will be disappointed."

"Then I also want to take a look, "If you don't look, how do you know that there is something wrong with you? I admit that the villain organization just now looks very evil, but I need to find Batman and Robin to confirm my guess, "Even if I have grown into a bad adult, and now I still have a chance to make up for it."

"Then what kind of person do you want to be?" The mercenary was suddenly curious. The Robin he knew was already a leader of the organization in his own right, and now this completely unpolished jade was in his hands. Wait to tame yourself.

"I want to open a circus too," Dick's dream lasted for a long time, "or become a policeman?"

Like Sheriff Gordon.

Then your second dream comes true, Slade thought, and your first dream—jumping your acrobatic routines over Bludhaven every day in uniform is barely half-fulfilled.

"What else? I mean, where's the girlfriend?"

From the neck to the earlobe, little Robin's cheeks suddenly turned red: "Why do you ask this?"

It's not because my daughter treats you...

The death knell told himself not to blame Robin for the matter between himself and that boy Nightwing - and this Robin was soft and sweet, very suitable to be by his side as an assistant.

Dick's mind flashed back to the red hair on the campus.

He shook his head: "I haven't had a girlfriend yet."

Slade suddenly had more energy.

"I may not be able to reach you on the phone for a while, but I can take you directly to the place where you work in the future."

"Where is it? Grayson's Circus?"

"No, police station, boy."

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"Fuck me!"

"Language, Red Robin," Xinghuo retorted subconsciously, but Red Robin is not a person who can swear - his reserve of swear words is only a few, "What did you see from the video?"

The boy's hearty laugh, his beautiful leaps in the air, it all belonged to one man - Dick Grayson.

Red Robin lowered his eyelashes slightly. He recalled the dreamlike experience when he first became a Robin. Now the bottle of shark repellent from the past is still on his bedside—even if Dick and Bruce tried to get rid of it again and again, but Tim, who was always obedient, still insisted on putting it in the glass box and watching it every night.

He thought it was a predestined guide, and the best golden boy in the past came to him who stumbled and stumbled on the novice road, and took his hand to show him a clearer appearance of this road.

But today he saw the golden boy in shorts again in the camera.

Young Robin came to this future world again.

Tim stood up: "The man who is following the death knell is Dick."

"Dick?" Starfire repeated. "That's impossible—he and I fought off the fiends at the city junction in Bludhaven yesterday."

"That's Dick, Dick from the past or Robin."

"But the kid you mentioned attacked the Titan, no," Raven covered his mouth, "This is a Dick who hasn't formed a Titan yet."

"And what we need to do now is to save him from Deathstroke!" The pulse of the Lightning family who came to this world from the future quickly found the point, "This is Robin! God knows what Deathstroke will do to Robin! "

Red Robin stared at Pulse.

"Bart is right." Connor patted his partner on the shoulder, "Since you can be sure that this is Dick, we really need to rescue him immediately."

"We need a plan, it's death knell, and he's got Dick."

"Are we going to contact Dick? Well, I mean the one from Nightwing?" Connor asked.

"No," Xinghuo shook his head, "He was injured when he fought off the group of intruders yesterday, and he may still be resting now."

"Don't bother Nightwing, we can save Dick ourselves, right?" Tim stood up from behind the monitor, tightening his gauntlets.

"Of course, that's Robin Dick, super cute, I mean," Starfire rubbed his cheek, "Uh, I mean Dick."

Raven looked at his best friend.

"Well, I still have a little nostalgia for the golden boy." Xinghuo turned her head, her red hair was loose in front of her chest, "Are there any of you?"

Bart raised his hand: "I don't, but I'd love to see it."

"Then our plan is called "Battle to Save Poor, Weak and Helpless Dick from Deathknell"?" Beast Boy Garfield jumped up and shook his fist.

"I don't think Dick would like that title..." Connor muttered under his breath.

"Okay!" But everyone else liked the name of this battle plan.

Red Robin didn't contradict the stinking name: "Guys, we're going to find Deathstroke now."

The titans sprang into action.

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Bludhaven.

"Hey, Damian, what are you talking about? The League of Assassins? Showing up in Gotham? Are you serious?" The man in a blue T-shirt was making cereal with milk, holding the phone between his shoulder and neck He tilted his head slightly.

"I'm not trying to turn you down, I'm just, wait a minute Damian, someone texted me, oh my god, can't stop."

"What? Girlfriend? No, no, no, I don't have a girlfriend right now, Damian, I'll hang up first, and I'll go straight to Gotham later."

Ye Yi glanced at his still bandaged arm, sighed, and began to read the text messages.

Roy.

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"I'm here for your help, not to show off your acrobatic skills, Circus Grayson."

Hearing Little D's resentful words, Ye Yi split his legs with a flexibility that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and kicked a ninja away with his left and right feet.

"You should now say, thank you for coming Nightwing, I appreciate your help. And I will say this is what I should do, Robin should help each other."

"TT, don't even think about it!" The son of Wayne from the Assassin's League was unwilling to say such nasty words, "You will never hear me say that in your life!"

"Am I late?" A red arrow grazed Damian's head and shot the ninja behind him.

Robin frowned: "Damn, why did you bring him here! A big troublemaker! Where's Todd? Shouldn't he stay with Todd?"

"Oh, Dickie, why did you take this little brat? I thought it was a private date between us! A date between brothers!"

Ye Yi sighed and looked at the two children: "Can I do my homework first?"

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"Greyson?"

There was no one in the house, and Red Hood pried open the window of the house familiarly and slipped in—Dickie Bird had prepared a way for him.

"Oatmeal soaked in milk again, disgusting." The cereal bag on the table was not even clipped with a sealing clip. Jason looked at the gun in his hand and hesitated for 5 seconds.

Then Red Hood, the boss of the Gotham gangster, began to tidy up the house without complaint.

"I just don't want a room full of cockroaches the next time I come to Bludhaven to live," Jason said to himself. "That's all."

But after cleaning up the cereal bowls on the table, Jason mopped the floor, wiped the windows, and even remade the sheets.

It must be all due to the sloppy life of this guy, Dick, and it's hard to describe his life without Ah Fu.

In the end, Jason turned on Nightwing's TV with a bucket of tomato sauce-flavored potato chips he scavenged from the refrigerator in desperation: "Damn it, Roy doesn't answer my calls either."

Dick's taste in watching TV is also hard to describe. Jason kept changing the channel, trying to switch from a TV channel of a Netflix teenager to ITV's Downton Abbey. Suddenly, his ears moved slightly.

Red Hood put his hand on the gun that never left his body for a second, and he heard a regular knock on the window.

Could it be Dickie Bird's friend?

Red Hood, who mainly lived in Gotham, frowned.

But what came in was Deathstroke.