[Comprehensive British and American] Group favorite Wayne

The pitch-black Gotham has a pitch-black night. In the pitch-black night, Ye Yi squatted on top of the pitch-black drop beast, with many small question marks that were not so pitch-black on his head.

Tim, who was still in the communication with a cautious and cautious tone just now, waited patiently for a long time without waiting for any reply from his elder brother. He asked, "Are you okay?"

No, I may not be that good.

Ye Yi wiped his face: "When did it happen? I mean, Bruce became smaller..." He had a strange expression on his face when he said this.

Tim: "I don't know, Bruce didn't say it, but it should be before the authority is closed-you know, when it is not confirmed that it is completely safe, Bruce will always refuse our participation, approach, from any angle."

"So now it's confirmed that Bruce is getting smaller?" Dick took a long breath: "God, this is really—"

"Unbelievable." Tim didn't care about Dick's mood, he picked up the words: "It's almost the same as the first time I saw it. Believe me, there will be many things you can't believe. In fact, don't you realize that apart from us Has no one figured out what's wrong with Bruce so far?"

"So there's still a limit to Bruce getting smaller now?"

"It doesn't count, but the people who can see it do have specific conditions. I mean, there are very few such people." Tim calmly gave the data: "Everyone in the Justice League can see it. Alfredo and I Druid can, but Zatanna can't - this trigger mechanism is a bit strange, but generally speaking, there is probably a pattern to follow."

"That's a good thing, isn't it?" Dick said dryly, "I really never thought about it."

This is really too scary, after all, Bruce has become smaller...

No, wait, if Bruce got smaller and it was before the clearance, before Superman snatched Bruce—

"Yes, you're right." Tim confirmed Dick's thoughts: "That's what you think."

Dick was silent.

But Tim didn't give him a chance to be silent. After all, it's better to say something at once. No matter whether Dick is planning to return directly to Brudhaven or Wayne Manor - at least once, he will I won't go to Bruce to ask about these things again.

Still the same sentence, there are many people and few bats, and there is only one baby Brucey.

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Jason squatted on a tree near Wayne Manor, looked at the ancient manor not far away, and fell into a deep silence.

He didn't know how things got to this point.

After all, in Jason's original plan, he just needed to put on his beloved red hood, and then follow the annoying big blue bird to find a suitable place to guard Batman, wait for Batman to come, and make sure he's fine. Just turn around and leave.

But the actual situation is that he is squatting near Wayne Manor with Ye Yi, wondering whether he should go in or not.

And why did things become like this?

That's probably because Ye Yi squatted well, and suddenly picked up a communication.

Jason felt that he was very inexplicable tonight. He probably agreed to the big blue bird's request and came here with him to mess around—he didn't even know the content of the communication himself. what is it.

But he just came over, and now he is squatting near Wayne Manor, watching the culprit who brought him sneak into Wayne Manor, and then climbed along the wall into Bruce's newly repaired bedroom.

Very inexplicable.

Jason wasn't stupid, of course he could tell that Dick became like this after receiving that communication, and the content of the communication obviously had something to do with Bruce.

So it is not difficult to guess who is the person who can call at night and who has something to do with Bruce.

Damian?Impossible, because this guy is still in the Middle East and has not returned, and he is offline in Gotham.

Barbara?It's even more impossible, otherwise Dick would definitely not be the only one climbing the wall and bedroom here.

Then the remaining candidate is very easy to determine - it is Tim Red Robin.

This guy was the only birdie in Wayne Manor after Damian left Wayne Manor for the Middle East. He was also Bruce's assistant. Kung Fu has recovered.

It must be something Tim and Dick said that made Dick choose to hang up the communication and give him a barbara, insisting on dragging him to Wayne Manor.

Jason thought so, and vaguely felt that all of this might have something to do with Bruce, otherwise how to explain Dick's behavior that is extremely mentally retarded now?

"Little Wing, come on!" Dick leaned on the window, turned his head and waved to Jason.

Throwing location and location tasks are different, really, Dick is like a voyeur.

Jason almost didn't want to admit that he knew this guy, but—"Little Wing?"

Jason caved.

He entered Wayne Manor with ease, quietly followed the route that Dick had walked, and quickly headed towards the big blue bird that had already reached its destination.

To be honest, it might not be so easy to change someone else. After all, Wayne Manor is Batman's stronghold. With Batman's desire to control and vigilance, it is a matter of course that there are organs and various equipment here.

Both Jason and Dick have lived here since they were young. They have lived here for a long time, and they are naturally familiar with some of the internal structures of Wayne Manor.

But that's all. For Batman, knowing him well doesn't mean any problem. In fact, Jason and Dick have sneaked into Wayne Manor several times like today, and none of them did not touch the alert Yes, they all more or less inspire a little bit of the installation here.

But not this time, this time it went very smoothly.

If Dick's success could be due to luck or an accident, then Jason didn't trigger any warning devices when he came again, which cannot be explained by good luck.

Jason frowned, instinctively feeling that something was wrong.

But he didn't have time to think so much, or instinctively didn't think so much, and the trace of vigilance quickly dissipated because Dick pushed open Bruce's window.

The lively big blue bird entered Bruce's bedroom first, and landed lightly on the ground.

Jason followed.

He could feel that Dick was very excited from the beginning, or excited, but he didn't understand why-you could say it was because of Bruce, but it's not that he didn't get along with Bruce, and to be honest Jason didn't Figured something was going on that made Dick look so agitated.

Unless it's Bruce announcing his marriage?

An idea came to Jason's mind, but when he thought about it again, he found it impossible.

After all, his old father has been single for decades and has never been in a relationship. Alfred urges marriage to the point where he doesn't mind whether the other future owner of the Wayne family is a man or a woman, or even a human being. up.

It is impossible to say that Bruce is in love.

What else could it be for?

Jason was full of doubts.

He closed the window casually and jumped in from the outside.

The room was basically still the familiar furnishings, unchanged from the last time he came in.

Everything is fine, except—

"...The old man has a new cub?" Jason squatted on the ground, looking at the little slippers on the ground inquiringly.

Bet Dickie Bird's ass, it's definitely not Damian's.

Not to mention that the devil boy hasn't come back at all, and it's impossible for him to be disgusting and sleep with the old man, just looking at the size is not right.

These shoes are a bit too small... I think Jason can hold the feet that can fit these shoes with one hand.

No one in the family can wear these shoes.

Jason felt that he understood something. He frowned tightly, and quickly turned around. Without saying a word, he went straight to Bruce's closet. As expected, the moment the closet door opened, he saw the neatly arranged... little pajamas inside. .

Not all, there are also normal adult sizes, but the proportion is very small, and it is obvious that pajamas are the C position of the wardrobe.

OK, sure.

"When did this happen?" Jason's tone was very complicated, and he was also in a gloomy mood at the moment. When he turned around and looked at Dick, the dark complex emotions could be transmitted through the red hood. .

There is only one word in his mind now: chaos.

All kinds of thoughts were in a mess in his head, but just like that, he could even remember the gossip he had seen before—the kind about Batman and Superman's suspected childbirth.

At the time, it seemed that the reporter who wrote this was an idiot, but now that I think about it, this is a fucking prophecy.

Batman didn't have any omens to close the authority of everyone except him. It is well known that he fought with Superman afterwards, and then he was taken away by Superman as if he was revenge. The little pajamas and little shoes... It's hard to say whether it will be born immediately, but there must be a cub, and it is absolutely inseparable from these two people.

Hey!

Red Hood felt that he could not calm down.

Although the relationship between him and Bruce is indeed stiff because of some things, and they haven't completely reconciled until now, but it doesn't mean that he can fucking watch Bruce being raped without any warning under his nose.

And all the fucking kids.

What a thing! ?

Red Hood felt like he was going to explode.

Recalling that I just learned that Superman took Bruce away in public and sent him back a few hours after the incident, I couldn't help but think of the black face that Batman might have, and felt funny——

Red Hood thinks he can change his name to Bucket.

Dick: "...Little Wing?"

Dick was still a little confused as to why Jason was looking angry all of a sudden.

He admitted that he did have a bit of a bad taste, and instead of telling Jason the first time after Tim told him that Bruce was getting smaller, he tried to abduct him and let him see for himself-but it shouldn't be angry... …

Shouldn't it be something like surprise, sluggishness?Just like when he first knew it.

But Little Wing looked like he was going crazy.

Dick didn't understand this development very well, but fortunately, he quickly realized what was wrong: "Little Wing, did you misunderstand something?"

Jason suppressed his anger: "What could I have misunderstood? Aren't these clothes and shoes in the old man's bedroom?"

Is it possible to get the stolen goods and still want to fool him?

Jason was heartbroken—just like this, Bruce kept talking to them about safety measures all day long, and he didn't even look at how many times he had overturned his car.

Forget about Damian, Damian was able to roll over after that!

"Yes, but..." Dick suddenly understood.After understanding, he wanted to laugh: "Things are not what you think."

"What kind of thing is that? Don't fucking tell me it's what the old man kept for himself."

Dick: "... so what if it's true?"

Jason: "...?" Jason paused, then calmed down instantly: "What do you mean?"

"It means—" Dick opened his mouth to explain, but was interrupted before he finished speaking.

The passage leading to the Batcave in Bruce's bedroom opened in an instant, revealing a tiny Bruce behind.

His expression was very calm, and he didn't know how much he had listened to the conversation between Dick and Jason, but it was obvious that he was calm at this moment.

"It means I'm getting smaller." Bruce looked at the red hood who had stopped suddenly from the moment he appeared, staring at him firmly, paused, and called out his son's name: "Jason."

Jason: "..."

Jason's expression blanked suddenly, and then in the silence he heard himself say, "Fuck."