I'm an emotionless superhero

He dared to swear that if Tony hadn't shared some of his attention here, this man would definitely be the most shining adult in the entire venue.

So he is my real dad?

No, the height is wrong.

Connor glanced at him up and down, and shook his head inwardly—even though he was also black-haired and blue-eyed, he had seen Superman fly across the streets of New York.Good dynamic vision at least told him that Superman's height was real.

Bruce Wayne is a bit below Superman, certainly not Superman.

And if he is Superman, who is Batman?

"Hi, Tony, I didn't expect you to come here." The other party walked up to Tony and said hello.

Connor noticed that there were already reporters trying to come over.

"Well, believe me, I don't want to come here either." He twitched the corner of his mouth, "I don't like your big bats in Gotham."

The other party spread his hands: "Who can like it?"

No, aren't you a big bat yourself?Connor took a step back and hid behind Tony - he must not be infected with this kind of refined temperament. If he is infected with the ability to pay money, his life will be over.

"This is your son?" The big bat turned its attention to Connor, bent down and greeted him. "Hello, little gentleman."

He has a nice smile.

Connor felt that if he hadn't known that the other party was a smart big bat early on, he would definitely think that the other party was a kind and very good-looking elder.

"This is Richard Grayson, Dick, I thought you wouldn't mind showing Connor around?"

A boy taller than Connor came out from behind the big bat.Also black hair and blue eyes.

His eyes lit up as soon as he saw Connor: "Walk around and I'll show you new friends."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab Connor's hand and ran out.

Tony patted Connor on the shoulder to indicate that he could follow.

In fact, Connor was not very willing. He felt that the boy named Dick looked at him very seriously.But thinking that the other party is Robin, a mature superhero, he must be wrong.

Completely forgot that "some people are reliable as superheroes, but unreliable as ordinary people", the emphasis is bold, from the quotes of Captain America.

Dick does have his own clique, though.

He led Connor around to a small corner, where a table and a few chairs were placed, and a few cups of M's junk food were placed on the table.

"Junk food day! Yay!" Dick rushed to the table and pushed a portion in front of Connor, "Come and eat together, Captain America will definitely not let you eat junk food."

Connor couldn't help showing off: "No, Captain America eats with me. One day a week is Junk Food Day, and Steve or Natasha eats junk food with me."

Dick suddenly felt unwilling: "I only have one day a month."

The red-haired boy sitting in the innermost place playing games looked up with a cold expression on his face: "Oliver will make us junk food, which tastes better than M remembers."

"But he may not have time. If we don't have time, we won't be able to eat." The younger blond boy smiled gently, calming Dick at the right time.

"Ah, that's great. I've heard that Oliver is very good at cooking. But Bruce can only fry the kitchen when he goes into the kitchen. Alfred has given up on letting him learn to cook now. After all, he is an Englishman. Someday Bruce Summon the demon."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." The red-haired boy lay on the table clutching his stomach, "Ah Fu is still Ah Fu."

Connor was a little confused.

This touched the blind spot of his knowledge.

The blond boy smiled more subtly: "Although it is said that particularly unpalatable food can summon demons, as for demons, it is more appropriate to ask Constantine. Maybe someday Bruce can let demons work for him?"

"That's what he said too hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." The red-haired boy knocked on the table, and Connor noticed the calluses on his hands—similar to the calluses on Clinton's hands.

So is Fast Roy Harper?

"Why don't you introduce me?" The blond boy raised his jaw at Connor, "I'm Connor Quinn, you can call me Connor."

"You can just call me Julian." Connor rolled his eyes in his heart, and said in his heart that he still bumped into each other, "Connor Stark, Julian is my middle name."

As a result, the name made the blond Connor raise his eyebrows slightly, "Maybe we can be more complicated, call you the brunette Connor, and call me the blond Connor?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Dick raised a hand, his eyes drifted, "The name Julian reminds me of something...someone I shouldn't think of."

"His idol is Superman." Roy Harper pretended to lower his voice, and even turned his body to block it with his hands, but the four people present could hear his voice, "Superman's old enemy is called Lex Luther, Lex is short for Alexander."

Wow!

Although Connor himself felt that this middle name was specially chosen by Tony to scare off his father, he never expected that Dick's first reaction would be this.

Could it be that this is the power of the legendary fan?

I admire you.

No wonder Tony distanced himself from irrational fans.

too frightening.

"Do you think the brainless fans are particularly scary?" Roy Harper patted Connor on the shoulder on the ground, "So my brother is right, let's make it a little more troublesome and call you black-haired Connor and blond-haired Connor. But seriously, does Captain America really eat junk food with you? I thought Captain America was as serious as Superman in his daily life."

"What are you talking about? Why is my idol so serious? Is my idol very warm?" Dick was still stuffing a hamburger slowly in his mouth, but he immediately refuted when he heard Roy mention Superman.Connor felt that the other party's mouth full of hamburgers might not be able to turn over, but he still insisted on speaking for Superman, thinking that he would definitely not be someone's fan.

"My idol!" Dick tried to swallow the hamburger in his mouth, took a deep breath of iced cola, and then said, "You must have never seen the picture of my idol saving the cat, you don't know whether the cat is softer or me The idol is a little softer. My idol, such a shining and warm person, you actually said he is serious? You ooc Roy! Do you know that my idol still goes to the orphanage to see children? You know that my idol will bring fans around Flying around in the sky? Captain America must be more serious than my idol."

This Connor refused to accept.

"The first week I went to the Avengers Building, I slept with the captain. To be honest, the captain's big breasts make me feel very safe. By the way, the captain's cooking is also very delicious. I go to school after the new year, the captain said. If you have time, you can make me a bento for lunch. By the way, I accidentally broke the sled when I went skiing two days ago. The captain took his shield and let me squat in it. Don’t say it, it’s more fun than a sled gone."

Roy: ...

Dick: ...

lose lose.

So, why can you have a superhuman father and have a captain take care of you?Two All-American Idols take care of you! !

Jealous.

Also, you use the world's unique vibrating gold shield as a sled... won't you be scolded by old Mr. Stark?

"What did old Mr. Stark say? I'm talking about Mr. Howard Stark." Roy said suddenly.

Dick also immediately looked at Connor, his eyes burning: "Is the other party very angry? Let me tell you, after all, the vibrating gold shield is so precious, and it is understandable for you to be scolded for playing with it."

The black-haired Connor looked strangely at the two younger brothers with burning eyes and expectant faces, and then smiled at the blond Connor who was sitting directly opposite him—he always felt that the blond Connor had already seen what he wanted to say what.

"Howard said: I didn't expect you, Steve, to have a talent for raising children. The shield is also good for developing multi-purpose usage. Give it to me, I want to play too!"

Dick: ...

Roy: ...

Pooh!

distressing.

Talent abounds in Gotham ([-])

Then Dick went and came back with three glasses of lemonade.

Roy took the glass, exchanged glances with him, touched the glass with a sad face, and drank the lemonade in one gulp.

Blonde Connor took his own glass of lemonade and put it aside without drinking it.

"Don't worry about him. He doesn't look like a kid sometimes." Roy patted Dick on the shoulder, "This is the first time I've brought him out, and Oliver insisted on letting me watch him."

"No, I think what Oliver meant was to let him look at you." Dick unceremoniously broke the stage, "Think about it, you are sour into a big lemon, and he is still as immobile as a mountain, and he can even talk to black hair Connor had a great conversation."

Roy slapped Dick on the back of the head, with a cold expression on his face: "If you don't dismantle my platform, you will die?"

"Almost." Dick said mockingly, "I'm at home without a brother. You never know what your brother will be like. How nice is an only child, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes. In this way, even if you call yourself the king of the world in Wayne's house, no one will laugh at you."

"So you yelled at Queen's House?"

"No." Roy was categorical, "I yelled at the penthouse where my dad lived when he ran away from home."

Dick: "Hahahahahahahahahaha."

He's been to that penthouse before, and it's not without reason that Oliver is known as the most homely man in the league - he stood in the room and wondered why the place was so tidy.After taking photos and posting them in the internal group, Wally said that the situation in their house could only last for 3 minutes.

When they persuaded Oliver to go home, they found that his house was already a mess.

And Oliver automatically started to clean up from the door.

when dick turned his head