I'm an emotionless superhero

It must be familiar. "

"That's right." Todd nodded, while taking advantage of Connor's inattention, he snatched the pants he had changed: "Changing clothes, this is mine."

robber!

What a robber!

When he goes back, he must ask Dick if all the kids in Gotham are robbers!

Connor aggrieved and let the other party hold the short stick in one hand, and rudely messed up his perfect hairstyle with the other hand, and he was very satisfied: "Okay, this way, you won't be able to see that you are a big fat sheep .”

This time, he finally felt that there was nothing left in Connor that he could leave behind.

Todd suddenly asked, "How do you know I'm a girl?"

"Secondary sexual characteristics... I mean, boys and girls are really not obvious when they haven't started to develop, but you subconsciously keep a distance from me. Although you may not pay attention to it yourself, but..." Connor smiled gently Laughing, "I always have to pay attention to whether my savior is a man or a woman?"

"But I just..."

"You are thin and weak, so if you want to knock me down, you have to use a chair, otherwise you will not have enough strength. It is normal for you to choose to press down with your whole body."

Todd retracted his preface.

New Yorkers are not honest at all.

"You look happy? Could it be that you beat the scarecrow?" Steve asked suddenly as he carried Connor onto the plane.

"No." Connor waved his hands again and again, scratching his hair - he took a shower in the hotel suite, and he was wearing Dick's clothes at the moment, "I just think Gotham is very interesting."

"Don't worry, I won't let you come to Gotham again." Tony poked his head from the cockpit—he had just had an argument with Bruce, "Stolen under his nose, and calling himself the Dark Knight?"

"Actually, I think it's enough for a scarecrow to play for a year." Connor added with a smile.

"It's not just a year of blowing, it's the same for a lifetime."

bird ([-])

Todd never saw the rich man again.

In fact, the life of a rich man must be different from the life of a scumbag like myself, right?She felt that her life with that little rich man was like two trains running in opposite directions and would never meet again.

Originally, when the two of them met, it was like two intersecting straight lines, but once the focal point passed, they became farther and farther apart.

But the rich man was right about one thing—read books!If it were two years ago, he would never have said such literary words "like intersecting straight lines", at most it would be "We Gotham people don't go with the rich guys in New York".

By the way, that rich man's watch is indeed quite valuable. Her drug dealer father who has seen the world and now has no idea where he died, his eyes were straight when he saw the watch, and he kept asking her what the hell was going on. Where did it come from.She lied casually—please, she's a Gotham person, it's normal to lie—saying that she saw someone robbing, and her cat went to pick it up.

Her father frowned, not sure if he believed it or not.I took a closer look at the watch and found an S engraved on it.Her father first found a file and carefully ground off the S before he dared to sell it, but even so, he brought her back a huge sum of five hundred dollars.

Her father put the money in her hands solemnly, saying that it was hers, so it should be her money.

Todd rubbed his eyes, and sneered at the man who abandoned his wife and son—that old man had better not appear in front of him again!

However, after her father disappeared, life became more and more difficult for her with her poisonous mother addicted to needles and illusory dreams.

At the beginning, I didn’t think so, but later, when her mother’s drug/addiction attack pinched her neck and asked her to find medicine for herself——Todd really doubted that her mother’s flesh and blood had been hollowed out by needles early tomorrow, so why was she in drug addiction? / When the addiction strikes, she still has such great strength that she can't breathe.

She struggled to grab the crowbar used for self-defense, and hit her mother hard.Her mother let go of her hand with a shriek, and her mouth was not clean: "Give me your money, little/bitch, I know your father's bastard gave you money to this bitch!"

"I have no money!" She screamed like her mother, as if she could suppress the other's voice and there was no need to be afraid.

"I raised you so much, you should raise me too. If you have no money, sell it! Go to the station/street!"

Todd wiped his eyes and shivered—thought it must be the weather that made him so sentimental today.

She didn't miss her own father at all, and she didn't miss Willis Todd at all!

As a Gotham person, you should support yourself!

Todd grunted.

Of course, she is actually very happy—since she began to barely read, she does spend more time looking for old books every month, making money from stealing money to buy books in second-hand bookstores, but she does feel that the whole person is different from before .

For example, if she hadn't stumbled across a book on tire design, she would never know that she would have the guts to steal the tires of the Batmobile...

Just steal the car.

The only one in Gotham who dares to drive such a ostentatious car is the fear in the night-Batman!

But she also has a car now!

It's a Robin motorcycle though, and she doesn't have a driver's license yet.

But she also has a car!

Jessica stood on the Robin motorcycle and spread her wings, and then found that her short legs could not reach the pedals.

bald.

Wait, bald.

Don't think about it.

In case she is really bald, she can only go to Metropolis to get Lex Luthor's bald sex.

terrified.

"Jessica."

"coming."

She jumped off the Robin motorcycle, ran to the circular training platform, took a short rest and stood at attention, looking at Batman, exhausting the seriousness of her life.

Batman: "..."

How should I put it, being looked at by a child with such admiring eyes suddenly panicked.

It's not that Dick didn't see him that way, but compared to Jessica, Dick's gaze was far less intense - Dick liked Superman in the Metropolis better, and he even posted posters of Superman with red willows and green flowers in his room.

Thinking of this made him angry.

really angry.

That kind of coaxing is not good.

Seriously, is Dick's aesthetics inherently crooked, circus-driven, or superman-driven?

Batman - let's call him Bruce without the costume - now feels a little bit influenced by Bruce's personality.

Be sober, you are now facing your daughter, facing your future Robin - although it is not yet determined whether she will become Robin - you must maintain the bearing of Batman.

The so-called Batman's demeanor is the fear in the night, and Bruce's personality cannot be given the upper hand just because the temperature of the cold air after entering the Batcave is suitable and Alfred put a blanket on the chair.

"Listen." He lowered his voice without using a voice changer, but it seemed that the girl on the opposite side was more serious.

Yay, Batman scores!

Bruce shouted in his heart, but thanks to Jessica not daring to look up, he didn't look at the smile in Bruce's eyes, otherwise the image of Batman is gone now.

"The first lesson of today's training is to go for a walk in the woods behind the manor and come back before dinner."

"Eh?"

Jessica questioned.

"You got lost at home yesterday." Bruce tapped the training platform with the long stick in his hand, "So today's training is to recognize the way home."

Jessica: "..."

I always feel underestimated...

So Jessica was furious—in fact, she was angry for a moment, not because she was angry, but mainly because she didn’t dare to show it—out of the Batcave.

Of course, before coming out, she took the thick down jacket that Alfred handed her.

She had to say, seeing that Bruce was richer than that rich man named Connor, she thought that he was wearing a custom-made dress in winter, and that dress would be more valuable and warm.

As a result, after she put it on the next day, she was shivering with cold and almost developed pneumonia. When her father laughed like a dog, she realized that the rich man named Connor was definitely pretending to be with his life.

She hadn't seen the other party wearing that thin custom-made dress that day and shivered.

Could it be that this is an essential quality for rich people?

#Superman: No, it is my essential quality. #

Old God Bruce, who was left in the Batcave, took the black tea that Alfred handed him.

"Master Bruce still hates Master Tony for knowing the way on the first day he came to Wayne Manor, but he still ran away when he was six years old?"

"No. I'm an adult, Fu, and a kid will hold grudges for such trivial things. And it took him a day to remember that I lost my way that day because I fell into a bat cave."

"Sure enough, I'm still holding grudges."

"..."

"What a pity. It took Master Grayson more than a day to remember."

"..."

"I don't know how long it will take Miss Todd, but Master Connor just wandered around the woods all afternoon by himself, and came out for dinner on time."

"...that's because he has the super brain of a Kryptonian. That little guy Tony Stark must have cheated!"

"Sure enough, I'm still holding grudges." Alfred said in an affirmative tone.

Bruce began to regret why he had to argue with Alfred about such an unhealthy issue.

Then he regretted even more - why did he let Wonder Woman into Wayne Manor?What did I think back then that I actually gave Wonder Woman permission to enter Wayne Manor?

But time passes, and some things can't be changed.

For example, he lost his due to arguing with Alfred.