[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] Gotham is a master of women's clothing

"Beep."

Alfred's communicator sounded a specific siren.

This is a set reminder that some little bastard who didn't know to go home finally came back.

The old housekeeper who was preparing supper stopped, wiped his hands, and started to make black tea, and picked up the freshly made cookies, put them together in the tray, and held them firmly with one hand, taking it easy go down.

After calculating the time to brew the black tea, Alfred chose to go directly down the internal elevator in the living room of Wayne's house and enter the Batcave.

As soon as he entered the empty area of ​​the Batcave, Jason Todd's screams came and went in and out of the old butler's ears.

Going down from the upper floor to the lobby on the ground floor, Ah Fu was not surprised to see Gotham in the corner smiling with his arms folded, the Arkham dump wriggling in the center of the hall, and Arkham being vomited bit by bit. Come out Jason.

"Welcome home, Master Jason." Alfred, the old butler who had seen the stormy waves, was unresponsive. He first greeted Jason, and then looked at Gotham, "Need some supper? Gotham gentlemen."

Gotham nodded with a smile.

He doesn't need to eat, but the old butler's cookies are so delicious, and the city is not afraid of extra meals at night to gain weight, so it is the truth that no one will be rejected.

"Alfred." Jason made a dying sound.

The strong old butler calmly stretched out his hand, pulled up Jason who had been completely spit out, and comforted him: "Please don't worry, Master Jason. Arkham Duanzi is the cleaning assistant at home. He was just helping you and the surroundings to keep things clean. unanimous."

"Keep consistent?" Jason asked subconsciously, still in a daze.

"There are no harmful bacteria on the body surface, and keep the whole body clean and dry." Alfred smiled.

Jason was a little confused.

He looked at the weird Arkham regiment, and finally chose to turn his attention to Gotham.

"Is he 'Gotham'? The old bat's new friend?"

"This is Gotham." The old butler emphasized again with a smile.

Jason had a strange feeling in his stomach: "You keep emphasizing a place name, which makes me very insecure."

"Master Jason, is there anything in this world that we haven't seen?" Alfred was very calm.

"..."

That's right, what hasn't he seen?

He himself crawled out of the coffin, what could he have never seen before? ? ?

Jason stared at Gotham.

……

He felt that he had never seen this before.

"Have you talked to Mogo from the Green Lantern family?" Jason stared at Gotham, but asked Alfred.

The old butler: "Actually, the relationship between Green Lantern and Seaside City seems to be very good."

"..." Jason was silent again.

He felt that in just a few hours tonight, the number of times he choked and became speechless was already enough to top the total number of sighs in his previous life.

Jason raised a hand with difficulty, calculating in a trance: "I just left Gotham..."

"Four months." The old housekeeper answered quickly.

It is indeed a long time, about half a year.He was chasing and killing Wuming everywhere, and he had to spend a lot of time with old friends outside the law. Coupled with his evasive mentality, even if he flew over Gotham several times, he never chose to take a look.

But is four months enough to change the world?Jason looked confused.

He needs time, really badly.

He felt that he was a bit unable to digest the situation.

Now Jason's psychological journey is the personal experience of other bat cubs back then, of course including the old housekeeper himself, so Ah Fu is tolerant to Jason's current confusion to the greatest extent, and tries to use warm black tea and small sweets Cake to warm Master Jason's trembling heart.

Think about how many times Red Robin almost hit a wall.

At least now Jason can stand still, which is pretty good, isn't it?

Gotham covered his lips with one hand, obviously holding back a smile.

Ah Fu also couldn't help laughing, after thinking about it, he decided to bring these two up, and led Arkham to clean the house again by the way.

That's when the doorbell rang.

Wayne, who forgot to bring the key, was put into the house, but was surprised to find that it was Jason who opened the door for him.

Jason didn't think of this scene either, and the two froze facing each other.

"Father and son are so touched?" Gotham was watching the show behind, "Would you like a hug? It's best not to cry, that kind of picture is too tough, it's not suitable for you."

……

The delicate atmosphere that just woke up was broken.

Jason calmly returned to the living room and sat down to eat his own snacks, while Bruce silently lowered his head, changed his shoes, put down his umbrella, handed Alfred his slightly wet coat, and then looked at Gotham.

"Just now you left first, because of this?" He hit the nail on the head.

"Otherwise? Wait until he blows up another building?"

Gotham's attitude changed, he was no longer as happy as he showed just now, but he didn't mean to be angry, he just looked in the direction of the living room in a flat manner.

"I thought you only liked the boss."

"Back then, when you scolded him not to use too much violence, but in the true sense, 'the whole of Gotham' could be heard." The kind that was hard to ignore.

Batman was silent for a moment, and retorted: "Only you know."

"Yeah." Gotham said otherwise.

Gotham, who was in a better mood, walked to the living room first, and sat down on the single sofa on one side.

There is also a single sofa that is being swallowed up by Arkham. It is being carefully cleaned, and its use is obviously temporarily prohibited. Now there is only the longest multi-person sofa left here. Jason has already occupied one side. Bruce, who came last, hesitated for a moment. , or took a seat on the other side of the multi-person sofa.

When the weight caused the tilt, Jason's movements of eating the biscuits froze, although he pretended that nothing had happened, he continued to eat in silence.

The atmosphere was so awkward that it was about to condense.

Gotham didn't speak, Arkham was already full, and a whole dumpling was dangling on the chair. Of course, Alfred, as the housekeeper, would not speak privately without the owner's unwillingness, and stood quietly, like a sculpture.

Bruce and Jason didn't say a word, they lowered their heads and ate biscuits dully.

Time passed silently.

Until the third plate of biscuits on the table also disappeared, Ah Fu raised one eyebrow in disapproval, but didn't say anything, letting the two of them mess up and continue eating the fourth plate.

It didn't take long for the two in the contest to decide the winner.

Jason Todd was the first to lose, failing to beat his dad, whose daily athletic level exceeded the standard.

He stopped eating biscuits suddenly, reached out to pick up a cup of black tea and slowly poured it into his stomach, and tried to control himself for a while, but still couldn't hold back, he burped out.

"belch."

……

"Pfft—" Bruce, who was also drinking tea to moisten his throat, almost spit out.

So Jason's expression turned even worse.

"Maybe you guys need an after-dinner walk?" Gotham was still in good spirits, and tried to get them to add more, "Go to Arkham or something. He can't quite tell grass and soil from dirt Classes need to be watched, and our housekeeper obviously needs to rest to see what time it is."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness." Alfred said critically.

"Let's go for a walk."

Bruce made the decision.

What else can I do?

let's go for a walk.

Jason, who had eaten too much, resigned himself to propping up his body, wobbled along with Arkham and followed Bruce.

At this time, he took off his mask, put on a more ordinary jacket over the body armor, and put away all other dangerous items. At this time, except for the hidden dagger on the marksman belt on his thigh, there was nothing else on Jason. equipped.

"In any case, Wayne is a place where he can let his guard down and feel safe."

Gotham continued to watch with great interest, without the slightest sense of peeping.

"Yes." Ah Fu fully agreed with this.

The moonlight was just right in Wayne's back garden.

The two walked for a long time in silence before Jason found his voice.

"So you really..."

Jason had already forgotten why he was walking in a trance in the garden, followed by an unknown alien dumpling, and he also forgot that he was Red Hood.

His bewildered brain stuffed with sugar cookies was working slowly, trying to find out the real purpose of his coming to the Batcave, and trying to figure out whether his adoptive father was crazy.

"Are you really determined to marry that womanizer?" He finally couldn't help asking.

Bruce was silent.

This question was a bit too sharp, abstract and ridiculous, and it was difficult for Bruce to maintain a normal expression to answer whether he was a Gotham baby or Batman.

In fact, he would rather punch the questioner.

It's just that Bruce tried his best to endure it, given that they were both trying to repair their relationship with each other now.

But he didn't even know what to refute.

"First of all, he's not a transvestite." Thanks to his love for Gotham for so many years, Bruce was the first to refute this when his brain was jumping, "It's just his battle equipment."

Hearing these words in Jason's ears was like admitting to the topic of "marriage".

The nerves belonging to the red hood twitched: "So, our city is actually a dress-up series game?"

"No." Bruce wanted to hit someone even more.

He endured it with difficulty, but Jason kept crushing on his nerves.

"I don't think he's right." About getting married.

Although Jason Todd has been dead for many years legally, since he can still come and go here, Jason feels that he is still qualified to speak.

"He's not right for you at all."

Especially as a married object.

Bruce's Adam's apple slipped, and it took him a long time to force himself to speak.

"He's Gotham."

"Yes, you can't marry a city." Jason flicked on a light bulb.

At the same time the fuse in Bruce's mind was blown out.

let's hit.

That's how the kids are at home.

Just beat it.

He raised his fist resignedly.

Arkham, who was following behind, swayed violently, and squirmed to the side in a hurry, obviously not understanding why his Bruce Mama suddenly got into a fight with the new brother on the spot.

Arkham squirmed innocently towards Gotham in the corner, and the old butler who watched the show with Gotham.

"They have such a good relationship."

Alfred maintained a paralyzed expression on his face, evaluating.

The author has something to say:

Ahhhhhhh the waist of the AK barrel is really great.

The 200-pound bucket got stuck in my head_(:」∠)_

After thinking for a long time, I don’t know how to thank the little angels for throwing mines, so I decided to add more~

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