Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

"Hello." Bruce replied with a stiff tongue, and he turned his head indifferently.

Dick touched his temples lightly. He felt a little embarrassed. After all, nothing would treat him like this—the big blue bird, which inherited the fine tradition of Master Wayne, always wins the favor of strangers.

"When did you think of Dick?" the Laughing Bat asked sullenly.

"it's been a while."

"Oh."

"How did you know?"

"Dick was still laughing when he left that world, and the condition I set is your memory. As much as you think of it, he will return to his age and be normal."

"Uh..." Bruce pressed his index finger against the bridge of his nose twice, "I don't think this is a good stage."

"How to say?"

"I remember Dick beating up a group of child traffickers, and then called FuckBatman." Bruce replied flatly, "Do you remember? Dick completed the Robin induction ceremony-fighting Batman."

"I fired him." The corner of the Laughing Bat's mouth twitched, "That's great."

Bruce stared intently at the pattern of the carpet in the aisle, and he suddenly realized that the pattern was really exquisite.

The Laughing Bat taunted: "As expected of me? If possible, please make sure that Jason is still a child. This is the best time for him to have the best relationship with me."

"Huh?" Bruce tilted his head, he had seen the red hood in this world, the gangster wearing the refined jujube helmet... It's really not as easy to get along with as little Robin.

But so what?Bruce thought confidently, he was also the one who slept with the Red Hood, so how difficult could it be?

Bruce can't think of the toughest Red Hood yet, but he's lucky enough to have a limited-edition Dick—the version that Cranky Robin beats up online.

There was an awkward silence in the air, and Dick carefully glanced at the person beside him from the corner of his eye. This person was dressed so...so lively.

He looked away from the giant sunflower on Bruce's T-shirt, and he realized that Bruce wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

"Seat belt." He patted Bruce's arm lightly, but felt the touch under his hand suddenly tighten.

"Thanks." Bruce reached out carefully and took the seat belt buckle from Dick's hand.

"He looks kind of like a cat," thought Dick.

Bruce turned sideways, trying to fasten his seat belt, but the movement exposed the curve of his profile, and Dick stroked his chin.

"Have we never met somewhere?" Dick felt more and more familiar with this man, and he couldn't be blamed for not being able to recognize Bruce. His old father had always been a dark and gloomy image. Raised by a British housekeeper who was obsessed with etiquette, he never imagined that Bruce would dress like a hippie one day.

After all, he and the supermodel have to wear suits to take a bath in the hotel pool!

"I don't think so," Bruce said vaguely.

"You have a familiar chin." Dick raised his eyebrows, this chin looked very familiar...

Bruce struggled to move, but the seat belt was serving his purpose well, the plane was taking off, and he couldn't possibly spend hours in the toilet, so he did the stupidest thing of his life thing.

He took a vomit bag from the pocket behind the front seat and looked at it intently.

"Are you going to puke?" Dick asked concerned.

"Do not."

Dick sat back. Jason couldn't stand the stupid conversation between them. He dropped the book in his hand, flicked his tongue impatiently, and stared at Dick: "What are you doing?"

Dick blinked innocently, "Chat?"

"But I just saw you chatting up all the time." Jason imitated Dick artificially: "Your voice sounds familiar... Have we really never met before? You have a familiar chin..."

He shook his head and leaned forward. From what he knew of Dick, his stalking behavior was extremely wrong, and the person he picked up was a hippie?Still a man?When did Grayson's vision get so bad?

He sneered: "Familiar..."

"Oh." Jason was taken aback, "This chin does look familiar."

Bruce felt a bead of sweat run down his cheek, but the Laughing Bat made his request again at this moment, "Ask where they're going."

"God! Put away your need for control that has nowhere to go?"

"Clark didn't tell me." The Laughing Bat spoke quickly, "This is very unusual, and I don't believe it's a coincidence."

"Nothing happens by coincidence," he emphasized.

Bruce folded his arms in displeasure, "Then what about my familiar chin."

"Neck collar." The Laughing Bat replied succinctly: "I bought it before boarding the plane, and now it can come in handy."

"That's for going to the beach in Miami." Bruce closed his eyes. "No one wears a neck collar on a plane. It's so silly."

But after he finished speaking, he realized that he didn't have any better ideas, so he could only put on the collar reluctantly, "What are you going to do after you go to Star City?"

Dick froze for a moment, before he could react, "Oh, you're talking to me."

"Why does he look so stupid?" Bruce asked the Laughing Bat. "Did world travel break his head?"

"Travel." Dick couldn't help smiling as if he remembered something, "Meet a friend by the way."

"Wow." Bruce said, evaluating in an objective tone: "The law and order in Star City is very bad. A friend of mine almost lost his life there."

Dick was slightly surprised, but smiled understandingly: "It's okay, we are from Gotham."