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

"Why are you following me?" Dick sighed, and he turned to look at the red-haired boy, "I told you I don't need your help."

"I...I..." Wally didn't have any valid reason, he used his brain buffed by the speed force to think of a reason, "I'm also a fan of Robin!"

Dick's pupils shrank slightly: "What Robin?"

"That Robin from Gotham City... that super cool Robin, boy wonder!" Wally was a little dazed, "Don't you also have Robin's clothes in your suitcase?"

Only then did Dick put down his raised heart, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, I am a loyal fan of Robin."

"Really? Robin's super cool, everyone knows he's Batman's sidekick, one of the best teenage heroes ever."

Instead, Dick's face turned cold when he heard "Batman", and he trotted with the suitcase.

"Hey! Richard! You..."

Dick bit his lip, yes, he shouldn't blame other people, especially Robin's fans, Dick, think about how you treated little fans before.

"I'm an exchange student from Gotham. I'm going to report to the middle school in Midtown first. If you want...you want to chat with me about Robin, then, promise, this is my number."

Wally looked at the string of beautiful numbers in his hand, looked up and saw Dick going away, he shook his red hair: "Okay, Master Wayne, let Kid Lightning help you find your wallet. "

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Midtown High and Gotham's Bristol High are both public high schools, and Dick fit in without any barriers. He was born a luminous body and never had to worry about relationships. What he worried about was how to prove that he could continue to be a Luo Bin.

When the bright moon shone in the sky, Dick, who was alone in the dormitory, staring at his uniform in a daze, heard the sound of the window rattling. He carefully picked up the dart hidden in the suitcase, but saw that it was his big boy who opened the window and came in. blue friend.

"Big Blue!"

Clark Kent, AKA Superman, sneaked into his little friend Robin's room wearing a red cape: "Little Red, long time no see."

Dick Grayson, AKA Robin, was dubbed Little Red by Big Blue's friends because of his code name Redbreasted Robin: "I haven't seen you for a really long time."

Since Bruce and Clark knew each other's identities on the cruise ship, they also let Bruce Wayne play Superman to disturb the reporter's sight, and even made Louise Lane, the big devil, dizzy.

During this period Dick developed an extreme admiration for Superman - who doesn't like Superman?

They also used to form a combination of Superman and Robin - when Batman broke his leg once, the little red riding on Big Blue's neck was Superman and his Robin boy combination, and that combination was also great!

Dick felt wronged and put his head in Superman's arms: "Bruce fired me...I'm not Robin anymore."

"What?...I mean, Bruce was joking, right?" How could Batman fire Robin?Knowing that Superman himself is a fan of the Dynamic Duo, this is huge news for him, too.

"I think he's serious." Feeling Superman's warm embrace, Dick felt much better, "He doesn't want me anymore, can I put on a uniform and be with you... just like the combination of Superman and Robin we formed back then !"

That Bruce will kill me!

But what could Clark do with Dick, oh Dick, little boy, his own golden boy?

"...you know Uncle Superman can't say no to you, right?"

Dick's eyes were shining, the boy with black hair and blue eyes looked at the tall man: "So..."

"So I'll help you intercede with Bruce."

"...No! Big Blue!" Dick felt that Superman's chest wasn't soft anymore, and he wasn't warm anymore. He tried his best to pull his head out of Superman's chest, determined not to miss it.

"I want to keep being Robin."

Clark looked like a wilted Robin, a little at a loss. For his own safety, and for Bruce not to take out kryptonite and shave himself bald, Clark had no way to agree to Dick's request, but he couldn't really refuse Dick.

"Then I'll take you out for a flight?"

Dick, who had tried flying the Batplane, dismissed it.

"Ride me and fly like before?"

Dick quietly raised his eyes and glanced at the expression of his big blue friend, and opened the corner of his mouth: "Are you serious?!"

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Superman in the night wind carefully controlled his speed, his little red legs were riding on his neck, and his blue eyes were admiring the neon lights of Central City at night through the domino mask.

"In short, B wants you to leave your position because he is worried about your injury." Superman finally figured out the cause and effect of this. "He is worried about you."

"Of course I know," Dick held Superman's hair tightly with his hand, and the evening wind gently blew on his short black hair, which was a bit too long. "He loves me, and I love him too, but he can't just take it away. My identity as Robin!"

"I don't even know what else I can do if I don't help him... Alfred has worked hard enough taking care of Batman, if you want to make a kid happy, then it's too unfair."

Superman felt a drop of cold liquid drip down his neck.

"He doesn't want a partner, but he doesn't need a 12-year-old son either."

"No, Dick, why would you think that?"

Superman landed on a tall building, he hugged Xiaohong into his arms: "Why do you think so?"

"You're his light," Superman said, recalling Bruce, the stoic man's inadvertent expression of affection for Dick. "You're his love, his miracle, Dick, you know? You're a man from the stars." Boy, you..."

Dick put his finger on Superman's lips and asked, "So, this is another Pulitzer nominee ghostwriting?"

"No, Dick, it's now a Pulitzer Prize-winning paraphrase."

"You won the award?" Dick was first happy for Clark's achievements at work, and then realized, "Are you serious?"

"Of course, Superman never lies." Superman ripped off his red cape and pulled out a piece of apple pie.

"God, how did you stuff it in?" Dick looked at this piece of meringue apple pie. The beautiful light yellow dough was coated with a thin layer of maple syrup. The boy bit it down, and the sweet taste of the apple filling overflowed instantly. It filled the whole mouth, "Delicious!"

Superman watched as Dick slammed and ate the pie, then continued to look at him with watery blue eyes.

"It's gone, it's really gone," Clarke didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he watched Little Robin lift his cloak, "Aren't you full yet?"

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Big Bailey's on 36th Street.

After Wally ate No.30's six burgers, he finally touched his belly with satisfaction, and then took out the wallet he found from the thief.

"How should I give it back to that person..." Kid Lightning held his chin, thinking about how to return the wallet to Dick Grayson with a reasonable reason, Wally swallowed, telling himself that he was just doing this to help Kid Lightning Identity made excuses and opened the wallet.

What caught my eye was a slightly yellowed photo of the Grayson family.

Wally understood why Dick was in such a hurry to report it to the police.

Just then, he heard a scream—"Superman! It's Superman!"

Wally, who is also a Superman fan, turned his head and saw Superman in the red cape walking into the burger shop and Robin behind him.

"Do you want this? Big Mac beef burger? Or orange juice?" After dealing with the enthusiastic crowd very skillfully, Superman helped Dick order, "Maybe you need a sundae."

"I want a big order of French fries," Dick hesitated after finishing speaking, he put on Superman's little red boots and whispered to Clark's ear, "Clark, is your salary enough?"

Dick asked this question for a reason. Master Richard of the Wayne family can only get 5 dollars in pocket money every week by helping the housekeeper Alfred mow the lawn and clean the room. Master Wayne, who strictly controls his son’s pocket money, is not even willing to give more a dime.However, a little reporter AKA Superman with a pitiful salary is willing to help Robin buy this and that.

At that time, Bruce looked at the little reporter under Superman's skin with eyes that saw through everything: "I said that your salary is almost overdrawn to a year later, and you should not continue to spend your poor salary on helping Robin buy what he wants." something you want."

— especially while still spending money on the “Batman Suit.”

But today's Superman was full of arrogance, and he leaned closer to Robin's ear: "My Pulitzer Prize money has arrived."

Watching the bright-eyed Dick order a deluxe sundae, Superman smiled and shook his head as he carried it to a table behind a green plant.

"Hey! Hi, uh, I mean I'm Kid Flash! Nice to see you at Big Bailey's, uh, I mean it's delicious!"

Dick looked up to see a redheaded boy in a yellow tights uniform.

Wally tried to hold himself up against two idols—yes, he was a Robin fan too, and what boy didn't like Robin, who didn't like Boy Wonder?He reminded himself over and over again that he came here for something serious and not simply to meet idols to sell thick cheese beefburger: "I got a wallet from a criminal, and I know who the owner is. I hope you can help me, Robin." Give it back to him... because he is your fan."

Dick looked up at Wally as he looked at the familiar wallet handed over by Kid Flash.

Kid Lightning tapped the floor with his toes: "The owner of this wallet is your big fan, if you have time..."

"Of course," Superman smiled, putting his arm around Robin's shoulders, "he has time."