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

"Why do you still drive a motorcycle?"

Why can Tim drive the Red Bird, but Nightwing still can't get rid of the Robin motorcycle!

"Well, maybe I don't have the money to change the car once a month?"

Ye Yi put on a hooded sweater, pinned his electric shock baton on his back, and jumped onto the motorcycle with his long legs: "Come on."

Little Robin shook his head with a smile, climbed onto the back seat of the motorcycle, and held his older self's waist: "Let's go!"

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"Master Damian?" The butler couldn't understand his young master, what was he doing?

"I'm sure it's a good size for him now, I've got the latest stun darts in the gear pouch on my wrist and he loves it."

Damian was preoccupied with tools for Robin's outfit.

Have you not given up taking Master Dick as Robin?

Pennyworth sighed, and began to spread the plates on the dining table for breakfast: "Master Damian, would you like to have some?"

"No."

About 10 minutes later, a yawning Tim came down the stairs. His hair was messed up and he had obviously not gone to the bathroom to take care of it: "My dearest Alfred, what are you having for breakfast this morning?"

“Buckwheat pancakes and corn husk pizza.”

"Oh, that's what Dick likes."

"Yes, Master Richard promised to bring Master Dick over yesterday."

Timmy sat on the table with closed eyes and picked up a piece of pancake to eat: "It's delicious, Ah Fu, I just don't know what we would do without you."

"Then you will starve to death," Damian said with a poisonous mouth, "Little Master Drake who doesn't work hard in limbs and doesn't distinguish grains."

Don't be angry, don't be angry, there is no one to replace you when you are so angry—Red Robin forced himself a mouthful of milk to suppress his uneasy mood.

Damian put down the tool in his hand, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise—Drake didn't raise his eyebrows today.

Carefully looking at the red Robin who seemed to be in a trance, Damian quickly confirmed something: "Don't think about it, stupid Drake, little Richard can only be my Robin, he can't be Red Robin's assistant."

"Cough cough."

"Only I am the strongest, I will definitely inherit Batman..."

"Cough cough!"

"Father!"

"Bruce!"

The one who had been coughing just now was Bruce who came downstairs in a silk nightgown and sat down at the main table in the restaurant. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at his young son: "Dick is my Robin."

"...but now I'm Father's Robin." So little Dick will be mine later.

You're brave, Tim thought, as Bruce's son.

I admit you, Damian.

Bruce didn't care too much about his son, he took a sip of the coffee that Afu poured him, and then used a fork to fork a piece of pizza: "Afu?"

"It's mayonnaise today, sir," Ah Fu was ironing the newspaper, "You know, children like this taste."

Well then, what else can I do?Even Bruce can only be obedient when facing Ah Fu who is the chef.

The 4 people sitting in the restaurant heard the sound of the motorcycle.

Damian stood up directly from the ground, trembling and being overwhelmed by the Robin uniform he had arranged, and folded it neatly.

Tim's half-drooped eyes were wide open, and he was sitting up straight in the chair as if he had no bones.

Only Bruce is still reading his newspaper calmly.

When the two dicks, one big and one small, hadn't come in, all heard their cheerful voices and fantastic puns.

"They're here." Ah Fu poured the milk from the milk jug into the two cups on the table.

The ones who opened the door were a black-haired youth and a black-haired youth, both of them had smiles on their faces, as if the sun was too bright.

"Good morning old Bruce, Tim, and Bruce's younger son!"

Little Dick came in and gave Ah Fu a gentle hug: "The most important thing is Ah Fu, have a nice day."

"Yes, let's have something to eat first, young master." Alfred was obviously gentle with little Robin—yes, he was always gentle with Dick.

The older one came up first and rushed over to give the two younger brothers a hug: "Little D, baby bird, good morning."

Red Robin obediently accepted the big brother's hug, but Damian felt that it was very embarrassing. He twisted and broke free from the big brother's firm arms, and looked at the boy who had just jumped out of Alfred's arms from the corner of his eye. Little Robin: "Well, I've grown up, Grayson."

"Really?" The big blue bird let go of the two younger brothers, flapped its wings and came to the father, and reached out to take the pancakes on the father's plate, "Well, I haven't tasted this taste for a long time, and it still feels good to eat now. "

Little Dick, who was pushed to a chair by Ah Fu, also picked up a piece of pancake and chewed it in his mouth: "It's Ah Fu's craftsmanship."

"Dick," Bruce said after calling his name, and found that both Dicks looked up at him, and then changed their address: "Little Dicky."

"Ouch, Bruce, you haven't called me that since I was in college." Nightwing made a sick face.

But Tim looked at Bruce with bright eyes.

"..." Little Robin didn't want to talk to the old bat, but after all, he came to Wayne Manor, which didn't belong to him, as a guest...

It's really annoying!

"Well, little guy, Zatanna and Constantine will find a way to send you back to the time you were at tonight," Bruce put down the newspaper, staring at the little robin with his usual beautiful blue eyes Bird, "You can go back then."

"Father!" Damian jumped up suddenly, "Why do we..."

"Dick is my Robin," said Master Wayne, picking up his coffee. "He needs to come back to me."

"I don't need it," Little Dick put down the pizza angrily. "I was fired! Anyway, I will be fired by you when I go back. You also have a spare Robin."

Damian's eyes lit up again, and those green eyes were full of expectation: "Father!"

Ye Yi could have saved the game, but now he was munching on the super corn husk pizza in his mouth, and he just wanted to see how the old bat would explain it.

The old bat didn't want to explain at first, but little Robin's resentful eyes really made him unbearable.

How can this be said?Let Bruce analyze his feelings for Robin in front of other people, it is more uncomfortable than killing him.

"He shouldn't have fired you." It took all of Bruce's strength to say that.

The older Grayson immediately laughed, and with his smile the ice in the restaurant melted.

"Oh, Dick, don't say you don't know what kind of guy Bruce is, let me tell you a secret, this guy will hug you and cry soon in the next battle against the Riddler!"

As soon as the words came out, Damian's I don't believe it and Tim's Modo Modo looked at them.

Bruce looks serious but doesn’t deny it, because Dick did that in that crisis—the red robin is a bolt of lightning, his vivid colors light up his black-and-white world, he really shapes The brilliance and joy of the early Dark Knight.

Little Dick grinned slowly from the original disbelief: "Oh, well, Bruce, so you need me so much."

The older dick was already stirring the milk glass with his spoon, smiling at his gleaming self, you and your Bruce have more to go through.

Little Dick, who had been straightened out, was finally fully alive, and he began to show the **** side in his blood.

"Will I have many brothers in the future? This is awesome!" Little Dick looked at the two younger brothers who seemed to be older than him with satisfaction, as if he was inspecting his thug brother, and soon he seemed to remember What, turned to Bruce again.

"That gangster boss, your eternal enemy, what about others?"

I heard that I also have a brother who is a gangster, and that white hair feels cooler than the two good boys here!

"Jason, he..."

Before Red Robin finished speaking, the familiar engine sound of the red-hooded motorcycle was caught by the ears of the other four people in the restaurant.