[Comprehensive British and American] Skyfall

Sisley, who had been wandering all day yesterday, was actually the first one to wake up among all the people. He had washed and dressed, and the others were still sleeping.

He looked at the clock in the hall, it was three past nine o'clock, and he had only slept for five hours.

While lamenting that his work and rest are very regular, Sisley takes out ingredients from the commonly used folding space.

Fortunately, he has the habit of hoarding food, otherwise...

Wine is the most abundant thing in Wayne Manor, and the only thing that can be imported is wine.

This thing must not be eaten as a meal.

...except Thomas.

He started to develop this habit when he was 14 years old. It was all because of his papa, running around the universe, and taking him with him. It is called "parent-child activities", and it is simply doing things everywhere.

Food from outside the earth... the appearance is really not flattering, he can't say anything, so he has to buy a bunch of ingredients and kitchen utensils in advance every time and put them in the space.

That's how he got his good cooking skills.

Eating takeaway every day, who can stand it?

Anyway, he couldn't hold on.

Later, even if he went out and wandered for five years, he didn't change his habit.

There are now about twenty people in Wayne Manor, excluding children, there are four adults, who can cook...

Well, he would, Jason would, and Todd might as well. As for Mr. Thomas——he probably eats takeout most of the time, and he can't count on cooking.

Can you expect someone to cook with a house full of booze?

While frying the eggs, Sisley sighed, feeling that it was too difficult for him.

God knows why he did this, didn't he come to rescue his kidnapped old father?Why are you getting busier?

#This world is poisonous#

#It's still a confusion in the world#

Five hours seemed short, but it was enough for Sisley, who never spent much time on sleep.While resting, he was also subconsciously extracting energy from the darkness to replenish what he had lost. Although it was a drop in the bucket, his current state was indeed a little better than yesterday.

It's a pity that Gotham is cloudy all year round and there is no sun.

However, the energy in the sun is also less, so it is better to go directly into the sun.

It took Sisley an hour to prepare breakfast for twenty or so people. The breakfast time has passed, so let's eat breakfast directly.

He took off his apron, projected little Bruce out of the sea of ​​consciousness, and "bribed" him with a small croissant: "Go and wake your dad up and have breakfast."

"Okay!"

Little Bruce happily ate a small croissant and went upstairs for the wake-up call.

After a while, Sisley realized belatedly that Bruce Jr. hadn't brushed his teeth and washed his face. He walked to the stairs and said loudly, "Mr. Thomas, your son hasn't washed his face yet!"

Father and son who have had a good morning kiss exchange:  …

Little Bruce showed a big smile shyly, with some bread crumbs on the corner of his mouth, trying to pass the test with cuteness.

Thomas kissed his son again without hesitation, and held the super cute Brucey high in his arms.

The clear laughter of the children echoed in Wayne's house, like the morning sun finally rising in the long night.

Sisley was also infected by the laughter, her delicate eyebrows brought a smile, and her caramel-colored eyes seemed to be filled with sweet honey.

He turned around and entered the folding space, woke up Jason and Carl respectively, and after they finished washing and dressing, he assigned them a task: "Jason goes upstairs and wakes Todd and the children up, the first room on the far left and the first Two rooms. Carl helps me get the tableware, we'll eat right away."

Carl hugged Sisley's left arm shyly, not daring to look up at Jason, two blushes appeared on his cheeks.

Why is this fierce brother looking at me like that?

Well...so shy!

Jason narrowed his eyes and looked at the boy who came out of nowhere. After 1 minute, he asked his unaware brother with a look of disbelief: "He can't be Superman?!"

Look at those eyes, blue beyond human imagination, and look at this face!

...It's just that this figure doesn't fit her size.

Sisley turned a blind eye to his shock: "Yes, he will be your younger brother from now on, and I will register his account when I get back." Then, he gently patted Karl's head, "Come on, Karl, this It's Jason, my younger brother, you can call him Second Brother, we will be a family from now on, and we will protect you."

Carl looked up at Jason, summoned up his courage and whispered, "...Second brother."

After finishing speaking, he immediately shrank back shyly, like a little milk dog stretching out jiojio carefully.

Jason: ...

Jason had a handsome face, as if he was so shocked that he lost his soul: "...Oh."

Sisley looked at him disapprovingly: "Go wake Todd and the children up, breakfast is going to be cold."

How can you do this to your brother?Be enthusiastic!

Jason missed the eye cue from his brother and floated away top-heavy.

Sisley lowered his head to comfort the sad Carl: "Don't be sad, it's not that Jason doesn't like you, it's just that he didn't realize it. It would be nice to get along with him a little longer. He is a good brother and will protect Carl!"

Carl blinked, happy again.

The joy of children is so simple.

The amount of information received was too much, which directly caused Jason's keen thinking to be stuck in a PPT. He floated past Thomas and his son like a ghost, and he didn't notice what he missed at all.

Thomas: Isn't this the young priest?What's up with him?

Little Bruce stretched out his chubby hand to poke his father's cheek: "Daddy, it's time to eat."

Thomas immediately looked away and carried his son downstairs.

Todd had already woken up, and was brushing the teeth of a few children who couldn't finish washing independently. When he saw Jason coming, he immediately greeted him: "Come and help!"

Jason took the toothbrush he handed over in a daze, like an emotional robot, mechanically completed the cleaning task of several children.

Everyone reached the stairs, and Todd patted him on the back before he woke up.

"What's wrong with you? Has your brain been hammered?" Todd was really worried that he was hammered to the head by a female clown, otherwise why would he look like this?

Jason seemed to have just woken up, and his tone was still a little fluttering: "I have an extra brother."

Todd had a puzzled face: "Isn't it good?"

Jason returned him with a "you don't understand" look: "...well, it couldn't be better..."

Do you know who this new brother of mine is?

He is superman!

The chairman of the Justice League, the Kryptonian who is suspected of having an affair with the old bat!

He just called me second brother...

brother...

The future Red Hood fell into an enigmatic silence.

Sisley, who couldn't wait for anyone to come down for a long time, shouted from across the floor: "Jason! Todd! What are you doing? Come down and eat!"

"Oh! Come right now!" Todd dragged Jason, who was in a trance again, quickly down the stairs.

The long dining table was full of people, and food was placed in front of everyone.

Thick shredded chicken porridge, well-fried steak, fried vegetables, sweet and warm milk, and beautifully shaped sun-dried eggs—one for children and two for adults.

Appropriate and nutritious.

This is one of the standard breakfasts for Sisley and Jason, his papa is a bit heavy.

The children ate happily, except for the two three-headed bodies, the other children could eat by themselves.

Bruce Jr. generously lent his father out, and Thomas and Sisley fed one each.

Thomas glanced at Todd and Jason, who were suspected of being twins, and lowered his head to tie the saliva pockets on the three heads in his arms, wondering: He remembered that the other was Sisley's younger brother, how could he look like that priest? exactly the same?

Carl can't use a knife and fork, but he is very smart, he can learn, and the object of learning is little Bruce on his right.He thinks that this cute little brother eats very well, and he wants to eat like this too.

Carl, who has a strong learning ability, only watched for 2 minutes, and he perfectly copied a set of movements of Bruce Jr.

He happily ate his first meal in more than ten years, and his hair was rippling with joy.

Thomas looked thoughtfully at Carl, who was acting exactly like his son, and wondered what he was thinking.

Sithely, who was sitting on Karl's left, reminded him: "Mr. Thomas, you are about to be fed into Nako's nose."

Thomas nodded quickly.

The three-headed man named Na Ke looked at him crying, silently condemning the uncle's non-standard feeding behavior.

Batman, who has made countless dark forces in Gotham frightened: "...Sorry."

Mr. Thomas?

Which Thomas? !

Jason turned his head to look at "Mr. Thomas" in the upper left corner, and saw the little boy on the left hand side of "Mr. Thomas".

The second-generation Robin of the Bat family:...

Well, he might be blind.

He actually saw the juvenile old bat!

Today's breakfast, Jason fell into a dream the whole time.

Thomas and Sissery did not eat their share until after feeding the children.

After eating, the children went to the living room next to them to play together. Toddler took Jason, who was too excited and was restarting, to take care of the energetic little rascals. Only Thomas and Sissy were left in the dining room. .

Thomas, who also doesn't like milk, tried to ignore the hot milk in his hand, and Sisley gave him a flirtatious look: Your son drank it obediently. As a father, do you want to be a negative example?

——People who don't cook don't deserve to be picky eaters.

Thomas picked up the milk and drank it down.

Satisfied, Sisley bowed his head and continued eating his meal.

Thomas wiped his mouth to cover up the corners of his mouth. He thought: This young superhuman actually has the aura of his housekeeper, Fu, and... he wakes up early in the morning to cook, and he is very good at coaxing children, It's not at all the same as yesterday's killing decision.

Perhaps, he doesn't have to worry about something going wrong with Brucey by his side.

Sisley didn't realize what he was thinking. As he told Jason before, he wouldn't often turn on telepathy.

After slowly drinking the milk, he gently waved his hand——

All the tableware flew up, and flew into the kitchen in piles, turned on the faucet, washed themselves, and flew back to the original cabinets after washing.

This is the benefit of magic, you don't have to do the housework yourself.

Sisley pointed to the end of the table and said, "I'll try to keep little Bruce alive for six hours at a time. Now, you have five hours to communicate with your wife. The less time it takes to complete the communication, you The longer you spend with little Bruce."

Only then did Thomas realize that there was a breakfast with the same configuration at the end of the dining table, which was still steaming.

For a moment, his mood was a little complicated.

After a moment of silence, he got up to pick it up and said firmly, "I will."

Sisley nodded, turned and went to the living room.

He can't see the female clown because she almost killed his brother.But he also said, let her go for little Bruce's sake.Then, he won't deliberately target her, and he won't deliberately omit her about things like three meals a day.

Besides, that whip of his cost more than half of her life, and after careful calculation, it was almost the same.

Sisley has always adhered to the principle of "revenge on the spot". So far, only the group of psychopaths in Arkham are still alive.It's all because of Jason that he didn't do anything.

It was an iron thorn in his brother's heart, and he had to pull it out by himself.

in the living room—

Sisley had laid out a thick carpet here in advance, and various toys were placed on the carpet, and a group of little bean dings cheered and jumped into it, having a great time playing.

Although Karl is 17 years old, but because he has been exposed to the red sun for many years and has been malnourished, he looks like a child of [-] or [-] years old.

Pure light can help him restore his normal physique, but this does not happen overnight, at least two months of uninterrupted nourishment, before he can recover the same physique as his parallel universe peer, that is, Superman.

Moreover, the current Sisley cannot provide Karl with such a long period of pure light, he must first replenish energy.

Bruce Jr. took this brother who looked only four or five years older than him to build building blocks together, he poked Carl's thin cheek, puffed his cheeks and said: "Little brother, you must often be hungry...but it's okay! We will eat together in the future, if you are not full, I can share mine with you!"

Karl was very touched. This cute little brother is willing to share with him delicious food. How kind of him!

Little Bruce was a little shy. He blushed and moved towards Carl, leaned over and whispered: "Little brother, your eyes are so beautiful! They are even more beautiful than my mommy's sapphire necklace!"

——In his memory, the most beautiful blue is his mother's sapphire necklace.

It was the first time Karl was praised like this. He was extremely shy, his beautiful blue eyes were watery, and he was evasive, afraid to look at this cute little brother.

Little Bruce was a little shy at first, but when he saw that his little brother was even shyer than him, he suddenly became more courageous—he threw the little brother who was covering his face and not speaking to the ground, laughing and going Pull people's hands.

Carl was taken aback, blushing, bewildered all over his body.

The children next to them thought they were playing a game, so they rushed over and surrounded Carl and Bruce Jr. in a short while.

The living room was filled with the laughter of children.

Todd sat on the sofa and looked at them with a smile on his face, without flipping through the book in his hand.

What could be better than these little angels?

Jason...

Jason is still rebooting.

There seemed to be garbled characters in his mind, and it took him a long time to figure it out before he could catch one.