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

But after listening to his grown-up self, Little Dick was so excited: "Why do we want to investigate? Obviously he was just stealing at the beginning... Even Tibao also said that our brother who was a gangster was not in the Stealing tires in the alley?"

"Then he is living well with that teacher now, and obviously has a better future, we must take him away... just for that mistress? What's more, the death of this mistress has nothing to do with him at all. !"

Grayson knelt down and touched his grown-up head: "Then what do you want to do?"

Now that the child has escaped from the quagmire and has a family that loves him, shouldn't we let him continue to live happily like this?

But before he could say this, Tim interrupted their conversation. He had simulated what the juvenile delinquent should look like through computer analysis.

The 3D model on the screen is exactly the same as Kurt.

"Let's go." Officer Grayson didn't care about himself when he was a child. He straightened his collar, put on his police cap, and called Murdoch to set off together.

"Oh." Murdoch closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. Tim stood up and patted the police officer on the shoulder.

"Can I go with you?" asked little Robin.

"This is official business." The policeman answered quickly, leaving little Dick behind.

Dick turned to look at Tim. Red Robin shrugged and sat in his brother's seat: "Come here and wait together? It shouldn't be long before Dick gets off work."

Little Dick swallowed: "Don't you think this..."

"Okay, Dick," Tim patted the sofa, "come and rest for a while."

……

But before Little Dick figured out why all this was happening, he heard the communication between the female policemen separated by a wall——

"Someone surrendered?"

Red Robin looked at Dick, who was propping his little head up and staring at him, and he helplessly raised his hands: "I'll take you to see it."

But these two people never expected that it was Kurt and the old woman who adopted him who turned himself in.

Kurt is a tall black teenager, his hair is neatly combed, his shirt is neat and tidy, and his exposed nails are also neatly trimmed.

The old woman beside him was not tall, even a little short. This lady was wearing a long grass-green dress and a dark green cloak, and her red hair was tightly tied behind her head. , with a little white silk in it.Wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her upright and kind face, she looked like a common high school dean in the school.

"I'm here to bring the child to surrender," the female teacher said in a neither humble nor overbearing way, "Kurt, come and tell me."

Dick squeezed Tim's hand tightly.

Kurt was indeed a member of the former juvenile delinquency gang. He was born in Crime Lane. Not only did his mother not know who his father was, he lost his mother when he was 4 years old-and soon, Kurt joined the juvenile gang as a matter of course, and he grew up in it without parents or teachers, just like many children wandering in crime alley.

The black teenager choked up when he talked about being in a juvenile criminal gang. He was ashamed, and he was ashamed of his past.

Dick saw Grayson who hastily parked the police car at the gate of the police station and rushed in.

In fact, you don't have to come, you don't need to arrest him and turn yourself in-his good life is ruined.

Dick didn't say the words in his heart. He saw Kurt open a pair of bloodshot eyes and shouted timidly: "Officer Grayson... I lied before, it was me."

Little Robin saw his grown-up self hastily took the wet tissue from the female police officer next to him, wiped his hands briefly, and then took a new tissue to wipe Kurt's tear-soaked cheeks .

His movements were gentle and reminded little Dick of his mother Mary.

The police officer in Brudhaven took the hand of the black teenager, who was almost as tall as him, and walked into the police station. Murdoch tacitly tried to help the old woman.

Dick followed quietly.

He heard a serious voice: "You know you will go to jail if you surrender now, right? You may have to sit for a long time."

Kurt looked up at his adoptive mother, then looked down quickly, his spine sinking even lower: "I know, but I did it."

The old woman sitting on the side had her back straight, as if she was teaching his students in class.

"Then were you involved in the murder that took place in Room 3 on the 20rd floor of the Gotham Central Hotel on March 3?"

"...I don't know! That's not what I did...I'll admit to everything I did."

Dick was a little hesitant to listen to Kurt's self-examination—it wasn't nice at all, especially when he looked at the mother who was staring up at her adopted son.

Kurt's narration was not very long. After more than 20 minutes, he covered his face and sobbed and shrugged his shoulders: "No... really nothing... After I came to Bludhaven two years ago , I never did it again.”

That's because the child lived in the quagmire before, and his adoptive mother gave him love and care, told him what is the real way to live, and gave him knowledge and direction in life.

Kurt had a home for the first time, with an elderly white woman—one of them had his own mother, and the other had a son of his own.

But Police Officer Grayson was as hard-hearted as Murdoch had turned his head and didn't want to listen. Grayson took off the handcuffs from his waist and leaned on Kurt's hand.

The spine of the black youth is completely broken.

"Follow me," the police officer motioned the young man to stand up, "Kurt, you may face up to five years in prison."

All the people present turned their attention to these two people.

"I know," his voice was very low, and he couldn't help looking at his adoptive mother, "I seem to have stolen these two years, and this is already very happy for me."

But Officer Grayson quickly softened his tone: "I am very pleased that you can make this decision. Maybe these five years have interrupted your happy life for you, but this has also completely unplugged the timer. bomb."

"There are more than two years of happy time," the police officer hugged the tall black youth, "I will pick you up in five years."

Grayson looked aside at the old woman.

The female teacher looked at her son still very gently: "I am still your mother, and I am waiting for you."

"We will pick you up together in five years."

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The one driving the red Robin is Mr. Police Officer who has finally finished the case at hand and can have a good night's sleep.

Sitting in the passenger seat is Dick.

Little Robin stared blankly at himself when he grew up, looked at the stubble on his chin, and asked a question: "It is obvious that Kurt was allowed to enter because of the request of the powerful... the murderer was obviously not caught. Come on, why are you doing this?"

Grayson reached out and shifted gears to slow down the car: "According to the law, shouldn't he go to jail?"

"But even Bruce won't give this kid to Gordon when he meets him at night!"

Grayson turned his face to look at his immature self, and then turned his head to look straight ahead: "But he really committed a crime. According to the law, this is right."

"He has become a good person. With a mother, he will not do evil anymore. He has never hurt anyone before."

"For him and his mother," the police officer parked the car downstairs in his apartment, "this is a thorn. It is not only the law that does not forgive them, but also their own hearts."

"Dick," Grayson said, leaning out to help his own child unbuckle his seat belt, "such a good mother would not care about her son's past, and five years later their good life will be easy. "

"Then...that embezzlement case that was suppressed..."

The police officer propped his hands on his side when he was a child, and he raised his face to meet the same beautiful but rounder eyes: "Why do you think I want to take the civil service exam?"

"what?"

"That's what I'm fighting for, come on, little guy."

It took a long while for Little Dick to come to his senses until Grayson opened the car door and walked up to the apartment building. He turned his face to the side, and some blush climbed up his neck.

I seem to understand why there are so many ex-girlfriends who seem to be able to fight, and some of them are taller than me, and the future me can still live in the police station and do justice—it’s really hot.

"what!"

It was Tim who suddenly patted the little guy on the shoulder, and Red Robin reminded: "Get up, let's go up together."

"……Oh"

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Dick's apartment may have been tidied up only two days ago because of Jason, and the current level of chaos can still be seen. The police officer who washed his hands after entering the door has already lined up his three glass bowls and started his own milk. Soak cereal.

"It's super delicious," said Young Master Wayne, who was wearing an old-fashioned shirt and flowery pants, eating a $1.5 pint of milk soaked in a big bag of $8 promotional cereal. He promoted himself and his brother, "Let's eat together!"

At this time, little Robin, who had not yet fallen into the clutches of the milk-foamed cereal, stretched out his sinful spoon.

"This is from the old 13-year-old you, Dickie," Red Robin said, stirring the glass bowl with a spoon, "I managed to snatch it back from the Titans."

"That's really hard work for you..." That's really hard work.

Ye Yi finished his cereal and put it on the table beside him—the three people present didn't have the consciousness to wash the dishes immediately. He put his arm around the young Robin's shoulder: "Now this child is handed over to me?"