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

"Brilliant, Dickie, just like we practice, as long as there is no fear in your heart, you can fly Grayson in the sky!"

Dick held onto the wooden swing with his baby-fat arms. He turned his head, and his father looked at him with a smile. Dick took a deep breath. This was his first attempt at flying without a safety net.

When using inertia to throw himself into the sky, little Dick tried to awaken the flying instinct in his genes. He completed two turns in the air, and then was caught by the strong hands of his mother Mary.

"My little Robin," Mary kissed her son's forehead affectionately, "your performance just now was great."

Arms akimbo, John challenged his swaggering son: "Can you do it again, my little bird?"

"I can do triple flips like you!" Dick pushed away from his mother's arms and climbed to the swing, "Dad, just watch!"

"Oh, Dickie, you can't—" Mary looked worriedly at her overproud son.

"I'll catch you," John swooped in to catch Dick, "that's not your challenge right now."

Dick, who failed in the triple somersault in the air, was thrown by his father in his arms and fell on the spring mat. His little face was full of frustration: "Oh, no——"

"My gosh, Dickie, are you okay?"

John holds up Dick like Mufasa held up Simba: "You're great Mary, our son is part of the Grayson family! He's my pride!"

While being held up by his father's strong arms and embraced by his mother's warm bosom, Dick looked up and saw the lights in the splendid circus shed.

He found that his hands and feet had begun to become slender, and the circus host had already begun to introduce: "The following will be the trapeze brought by the famous flying Grayson family——"

"Do not------!"

"Wake up, Dick, wake up."

Dick gasped, opened his eyes, and was hugged tightly again—but this embrace wasn't Mary's, it was the broad chest of Bruce who had rushed over.

A callused hand was inserted into his black hair that was drenched with cold sweat, and Dick slowly relaxed his tense muscles. He heard Bruce's steady heartbeat behind him.

"Bruce," Dick said weakly, "I'm sorry to bother you."

Master Wayne, who was wearing a silk nightgown, was not black with a cape. He knew Dick's inner fear and sadness, so Bruce made a proposal.

"Want to sleep with me?"

"……Um!"

Dick was still staring at the ceiling with his blue eyes open. Although the nightmare was interrupted by Bruce, he knew very well what was going to happen below, which was about to fall...

"Dick," Bruce, who was sleeping next to him with the quilt in his arms, suddenly asked, "I remember your teacher called me last time and said that your composition is very good, can you show it to me tomorrow?"

Dick pulled out his thoughts and wanted to answer Bruce, when he suddenly realized that the composition was ghostwritten by his friend Dalan.

"Ah, ah, I..."

Bruce reached out and stroked Dick's thin shoulder: "Go to sleep first."

Dick was so excited by the composition that he couldn't think about that night when he fell. He had already started to think about how to prevent Big Blue from being banned by Bruce to stay away from him.

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"Batman has a son," said the coin bouncing up and down in the air, "and he has feelings, so he has weaknesses."

Two-Face reached out and grabbed the coin in the air. He still had one half of Prosecutor Harvey's handsome face now sullen, while the other half, completely disfigured by acid, had exposed gums tight. biting.

"That kid is his key."

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Dick finally finished his mountain of homework—he really didn't like it, honestly, but Bruce's endless order not to allow night watch was too much.

"I'm done!" Looking at a hill in front of him, Dick almost cried with joy, "Bruce!"

Batman snorted, originally assigning so many homework was just to teach Dick a lesson - ask Superman to help him with his homework, the topic of the composition is "My Dream", is it okay to dream of growing the best corn?

"Put on your clothes and go."

Batman turned around, and the cloak drew a sharp arc in the air, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and then he put it down quickly.

It seems that the homework suggested by Ah Fu is really useful for energetic children.

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"I tried to work hard with you, we were best buddies!" The middle-aged man with white hair in pajamas tried to reason with the mob in front of him, "Have you forgotten our efforts in court? Harvey , I'm so sorry for what happened to you—”

Before the judge could finish his sentence, his mouth was tightly sealed with tape.

Harvey, the former prosecutor, didn't look back at his righteous partner in the past. He just looked critically at the judge's robe that was hung on the wall so cherished by the judge.

"I think you'd want to wear it to this trial."

The double-faced man said to himself.

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"Judge Lawrence has been kidnapped."

When Dick rushed to Batman's side, he heard the news. He looked up at Sergeant Gordon, who was standing next to the bat light. The sheriff was not the chief at this time.

"Kidnapping?" Dick blinked. "So what do we do now?"

Bruce stopped talking to Gordon, and he turned his head to look at the little robin who was still very conspicuous in the night, his sunshine, his salvation—his son.

He thought of Dick curled up in his arms at night sweating from the nightmare.

The lightness about Bruce is gone, and he's Batman: "There's something I want to talk to Sheriff Gordon in private."

Dick stared blankly at Bruce who turned and walked away with Mr. Sheriff. The night wind in Gotham blew his cloak.

The two adults walked away without knowing what to say, and Dick could only use his pair of beautiful green elf boots to make circles on the concrete floor in boredom.

He was about to tug at his cloak so it wouldn't fly so high in the Gotham night wind when Dick heard a girl's voice: "Dad! It's off-duty time—"

Dick turned and saw the girl, a tall, beautiful girl with long, fiery red hair blowing behind her head with the Gotham wind.She was wearing a striped flannel pajamas and had lovely freckles on her smiling face.

"Hey," Robin jumped down lightly from the high platform, "Hello."

Barbara Gordon, Inspector Gordon's daughter, stands before the legend of Gotham night, a robin bird.

The red-haired girl frowned, and there was no admiration and admiration for Robin in the blue eyes of ordinary girls. She reached out and brushed her long red hair, and stood on tiptoe looking for her father: "Dad?"

Dick put his hand back awkwardly, probably the first rejection from a girl for him.

Gordon seemed to have heard the commotion here, and the upright sheriff wearing glasses came over and slightly bent over to wrap his arms around his daughter's shoulders: "I'm here, my baby, I have some urgent business— — You can continue to sit in my office for a while, and there is your favorite cookie in the second drawer from the left."

The sheriff zipped up the zipper on his daughter's pajamas: "Okay, okay, I'll go back with you first."

Gordon waved at Batman, and Batman nodded slightly to show his understanding. Robin looked at the beautiful red hair that was fading away, and was thinking about something, when he suddenly saw Mr. Sheriff turn his head.

"No, Wonder Boy, this is absolutely not possible."

"...What is Sheriff Gordon talking about?" Dick looked up at Batman who suddenly appeared beside him.

"It's nothing." The guy just saw that everyone wanted to fuck his daughter, "You go home first."

"What?" Dick had jumped back to the high platform and was fiddling with his rope to prepare to solve the kidnapping case with Batman, but he heard this order like a bolt from the blue.

"The enemy this time is a double-faced man."