Bat family's cub is lost

Dim lights, computers with programs running on the desktop, and piles of documents.The phone rang suddenly, and a hand suddenly reached out from the pile of documents and stroked it around. The person buried under the documents sat up slowly, and the documents fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Huh?" He pressed the connect button slowly, threw the hands-free mobile phone aside, once again plunged into the pile of documents, and said weakly: "This is Timothy Drake, what's the matter?" something?"

On the other end of the phone, Dick heard Tim's voice and hurriedly covered the receiver. With a suppressed smile, he looked at Bruce and Jason who were sitting on the sofa facing each other, each with a bruise on his face, and said, "Pay attention. Do you want to rest, Xiaohong?"

"Well, it's Dick." Tim said half-deadly: "If Bruce or one of you is willing to take over the contract list of hundreds of millions of dollars, I can probably spare time for a rest."

To sum up his current living conditions a little bit, he would not rest until the earth exploded, which was completely different from the future he envisioned when he found Bruce as a teacher.

"Let's leave it to the professionals," Dick said with a laugh. "You know, sometimes you might have to spend more time dealing with mistakes than you do getting them done."

"Yes, I understand, just like I had to explain to shareholders three times and four times why Bruce is still late or not showing up for this meeting. If Alfred is next to you, please put the phone on the outside. There is an important dinner for Bruce tonight and I hope he won't be late this time."

Dick covered his mouth with his hands and lowered his voice, "That's what I want to tell you, Bruce probably won't be able to make it tonight. You know, Little Wing is back today, so—" He put his hands down, surprised Seeing that the link on the phone screen had been interrupted, he shrugged helplessly, "Well, it's as expected."

"Bruce, I think Timmy declined the request to attend the dinner for you." Dick lay on the back of the chair and held up his mobile phone and shouted to the person who was still in the cold war over there: "What are you going to do? Push your injury to the In the messy extreme sports, should I change someone, such as Little Wings?"

"That's not possible, Dickie." Jason stared at Bruce fiercely and said without turning his head, "Let him solve the old man's troubles by himself."

"Tim will be there, his refusal has never really been honored once." Bruce also didn't look back. "Watch his movements Dick, if he really doesn't show up, you can put on a suit and top it."

Even though Bruce isn't articulate most of the time, you're always in awe of how well he knows his family.Just like now, even though he was so tired that he was dizzy before his eyes, our president Tim Drake still dug himself out of the pile of documents, packed them up, and delivered them to the dinner party with one click by the driver.

"Long time no see, Mr. Drake."

"Mr. President Drake, look this way!"

All kinds of people who were not so familiar came up to greet him, shook hands, and said polite words with smiles on their faces. The flashes of the reporters' cameras flickered together, making people dizzy.

"Fry, it's been a long time." Tim with his usual smile skillfully dealt with the guys who approached each other, "Isn't this Jim? You look really good today. Stop standing here, let's go in and talk , Today's dinner is really exciting."

It was indeed an impressive dinner, after all, not everything could take up the vacation he had managed to squeeze out this month.

Champagne, wine, exquisite pastries, Gotham's celebrities and beautiful girls in dresses, no dinner party can't do without these.

Well-established people are often potbellied, bald and not young, which makes the young heroes especially attractive to girls, especially if they are rich and single.This target used to be Bruce and later became Tim.

But today is different, "Did you see that guy?" A middle-aged man stood beside him with a glass of wine, motioning him to look at the rest area, "I don't know where that kid came from. Come and steal all the eyes of the girls."

The young man with black hair and blue eyes and a childish face is thin and thin. He wears a high-collared black sweater with a casual suit jacket. His slender legs are wrapped in suit pants of the same style, which is just right. Appeal.

The young man seemed to have drunk some wine, his cheeks were a little blush, and he was talking to the girls around him, causing a few cute laughs from time to time, and he looked like a playboy.

Tim couldn't help curling his lips, "But I have to say, he does have the capital to attract girls. With a pretty face and expensive clothes, few girls can resist the temptation of the two combined."

The people around him laughed, "Are you talking about yourself, Mr. Drake, you don't lack for either of these two things."

Tim shrugged his shoulders relaxedly, "It's a joke, don't take it too seriously, but we all know that successful men are more likely to be favored." Then he seemed to have no intention of asking: "But no one really knows where he came from. Did you come? I've never heard of such a young man popping up in Gotham recently."

"No one really knows."

"That's interesting," Tim smiled, raised his glass of wine to the young man when he raised his head, and drank it as a greeting.Secretly, he was dumbfounded, and the ginger-flavored special champagne was as bad as ever.

The young man saw his movement and waved his hand lazily in response.

Tim walked towards him, thoughts popping up one after another in his mind, squeezing the word sleep that occupied his brain to the corners.

Half a month ago, a missing child case opened the prelude to the appearance of a serial murderer with an extremely vile nature.Children, girls, the elderly and patients in the hospital died tragically one after another, but there was no trace left on the scene.

The deceased were not bound or injected with drugs, but they did not cry for help or struggle, as if they were sacrificing themselves to the murderer, allowing him to inflict violence on him.

It is conceivable that the murderer must be very attractive, just like the young man in front of him. "Tim Drake, who are you?" Tim stopped in front of the sofa, lowered his head, and met his blue eyes like fog on a clear lake.

"Padrik, Paldas, Tom, Jerry, Robert, who is the name? If you can't find out my life, I believe you will not believe that I use my real name," the young man said. The sound is as sweet as wrapped in honey, and when talking to Tim, he still doesn't forget to wrap his arms around the shoulders of the girl next to her and whisper sweet words to her neck.

The sore craftsman who had just experienced a rebirth was leaning on the sofa and was too lazy to move, so he smiled and winked like the girls around him, "Please enjoy tonight to the fullest, dance, chat, and let me Be more focused and don't miss this opportunity to get acquainted with President Drake."

The girls smiled and left reluctantly, leaving the rest area for Tim and the craftsmen.

Tim sat down on the sofa next to him and looked at this young man again. He looked about his own age, with a well-proportioned figure, and he never lacked exercise.He still had the girl's lipstick mark on his face, but observing his previous behavior, there was nothing out of the ordinary. The chance of pretending was greater than that he was really a playboy.

"Since you don't want to reveal your name, I'll call you whatever you want." Tim asked with his standard smile on his face: "Mr. Paar, you shouldn't be a native of Gotham, after all, you can't be a person as outstanding as you." It will remain anonymous to this day.”

The craftsman burst out laughing, and quickly covered his mouth, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." His exposed eyes curved into a smile, "Maybe I'm just a clever liar who just made up some random outfits." It’s just sneaking in. If someone asks about my clothes, I will tell them that they are handmade, and if I ask about the source, I will just refuse and others will think that I have some hidden secrets that cannot be said in person.”

"Then what are you going to answer me?"

"Let me think about it," the craftsman sat down slowly, took out the checkbook, flipped it open and pushed it in front of Tim, "To be honest, I don't think this banquet is enjoyable enough, so I want to buy it for a pool party. what do you think?"

Not much, sounds exactly like Bruce's old Gotham Prince pie.Tim felt nothing at all.

"Hahahaha," the craftsman laughed loudly, "don't make such an expression, I'm just joking, I still prefer to play some outdoor activities than pool parties."

Tim's heart moved slightly, "For example?"

"For example, hunting?" The craftsman looked at Tim, the mist in his eyes cleared, as if the gentle illusion of a dangerous lake had faded away, and it suddenly made people feel chilly.

Neither of them spoke anymore, the hustle and bustle of the dinner party was ignored, and the silent confrontation spread between the two until the sudden arrival of a third person stirred up the situation again.

"Ha, I finally found you." With a brisk voice, with a hand on Tim's shoulder, the owner of the voice said with a smile: "There are too many people today, I saw a lot of beautiful girls , have you invited someone to dance with her?"

"Dick, why did you come?" Tim slightly relieved his tension, and felt funny after asking. Of course he came because of Bruce's request. Did Bruce already know that the murderer of the serial murder case would appear here?His gaze fell imperceptibly on the young man sitting on another sofa, and he quickly retracted it.

Dick didn't say anything, just squeezed Tim's shoulder lightly, which meant to talk later.He raised a smiling face towards the craftsman, "Sorry, I may have to borrow my brother first, I hope you don't mind."

The craftsman, who has been lowering his eyes slowly since Dick appeared, watched boredly as the remaining wine slipped from the glass, "Of course not, who can stop a brother from chatting with his brother?" Laughing, "Easy is fine."

Dick took Tim and turned to the balcony on the second floor. After looking around to make sure there was no one there, the smile on his face collapsed. "Unreported access to dangerous people, Timmy, have you figured out how to deal with Bruce's anger?"

"I'm not sure he's that disgusting prisoner," Tim rubbed his forehead with a headache, "he's more difficult to deal with than I imagined."

"But you should be able to sense that he is dangerous."

Tim struggled for a while, and finally had to admit, "Yes, I feel that he should have killed people or humanoid life, he always looks at the guests at the dinner party with probing eyes, as if he wants to peel Get under their skins and find out what's inside."

"But you still move forward!" Dick said angrily, as if he was punching him. "Have you ever thought that if he can't be caught by any machine, maybe he has some special abilities. If he is like Superman, Lightning Like Heroine or Wonder Woman, they have the power to kill you with one blow, what are you going to do?"

"I probably got dizzy from the coffee," Tim's voice became softer. "He looks dangerous but also like a wandering whale, trying to keep himself out of the way so that he doesn't hurt others."

He groaned in pain and covered his head, "Well, God knows we had a confrontation just now, but I actually feel that his suspicion is getting smaller and smaller."

"Even if he's not a suspect," Dick tapped his hand covering his head with his fingers, "do you think that with Bruce's character, he would let a person with unknown origins, unknown enemies and special abilities wander around in Gotham? "

He sighed helplessly, "Don't do this again, Timmy." Dick paused and added, "You know Bruce is in a bad mood today, right? Please be a good Batcave sparring partner, and the coffee and cookies will be confiscated." Prepare."

Tim replied weakly, "Without coffee, will Bruce take over the official documents?"

"Of course, no." Dick gave his younger brother a loving look, "You think too much."

The craftsman sat downstairs alone, waiting for another dance music to sound, he stood up and patted his clothes and walked towards a brown-haired green-eyed girl on the dance floor.

"Excuse me for intruding, beautiful lady. Tonight's dinner party is coming to an end, and if I haven't danced with you by then, I think I must embrace the cowardly feeling that I dare not speak." Regret and regret for life." He stared at the lady, his blue eyes full of expectation, as if you were his everything.

What's more, he is so handsome, with such a pair of eyes watching him, who can bear to refuse?

"Your mouth is so sweet," the girl smiled lightly and put her hand on his, agreeing to his invitation. The two slid onto the dance floor and danced lightly.

The craftsman looked at her face close at hand, and replied with gentle eyebrows and eyes as if expressing affection: "Words alone can't describe my joy of meeting you. This is probably a gift from God."

【For him to find clues so quickly, it doesn’t matter if it’s a gift. 】

The author has something to say: Zai Zai's temperament after rebirth is similar to that of Bruce Sweetheart, and he is like a fish in water among the girls, ah, he has really grown up.

And, don't you think about talking to me?It's okay to remind me, I'm so bored.