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

Gotham, Tim slowly fell behind Jason and Damian, next to him was a hesitant Peter.

"Why do you have to come to Gotham? I usually meet him in New York..."

Tim glanced at him as a matter of course, "I'm a pauper now, only in Gotham can I regain my income, otherwise, do you rely on you to support me?"

"But didn't you tell Jason before...?" Peter had a white question mark on his face. The longer he got along, the more confused he became about the intricate relationship between the members of the Bat family.

Then Peter found Tim looking at himself with a tolerant look, just like an adult looking at a child who doesn't understand the sufferings of the world, but shouldn't family members be like that-help each other when they encounter difficulties?

"I think if I encounter a problem that is about to die, everyone is willing to lend a helping hand, but what if I simply become a pauper?" Tim showed an indescribable expression, "I guess only Dick would put his I got a little from the trust fund."

"Nightwing?"

"But he's also happy to see my jokes."

"Then Mr. Wayne..."

"What nonsense." Tim bluntly interrupted the idea that made him feel uncomfortable, "I'm living on the street and have no food, and I won't go to Bruce to borrow money."

"Okay." Peter shut his mouth and looked forward silently. He later wisely found a solution, that is, when faced with some unbelievable behaviors of the Batmen, he selectively ignored them.

Jason stopped in front of a club that looked very chaotic. He rubbed the center of his brows and stepped in displeased. The inappropriate cleanliness of the red hood needs to be overcome. He saw a man in a red tights from afar. The guy at the bar is babbling at the poor bartender boy, from the poor guy's expression, it can be seen that he has never heard so many words that can be harmonized before.

Jason leaned over and sat down beside the man, grabbed him roughly and shook him vigorously, "How should I rescue that old guy?"

Immediately, Jason heard a very sweet and disgusting tone: "Love."

"What's stuffed in your avocado head?" Jason laughed angrily, but the man broke free from under his hands with a grunt, and made an exaggerated invitation to Tim at the door with an earnest attitude gesture.

"Boss sit here." He said obsequiously.

"If you don't mind."

There was a suspicious silence.

"What?" Tim asked.

"I just said the method - love, that's those four fucking letters, the relationship between my Vanessa and me, although everyone in your family twists like an oriental food, the evil combination There are more or less..."

Peter stopped Jason a little weakly, and it was obvious that Red Hood couldn't accept this strange reason.

The mercenary covered his face with his hands, but he still spoke more seriously, "Holmes—ah no, a doctor who looks like Sherlock Holmes, let him wave his magic finger and send you to Batpapa Go to his inner world, and then clean up his dark heart like the Gotham sewer, in a word, become his anchor."

"Your Bat Daddy doesn't intend to sit still, but the problem is that if he fails, he will be finished, and if he succeeds, he will be finished."

"What's the point of an anchor?" Damian asked seriously.

"Tell him it's not so bad, so he doesn't get lost in the star field, so he remembers who he is—why do the other birds fail?"

"Because this is something that only you can do." Hiring restrained his playful smile, "After all, there are only a few people he cares about who are still alive, but I have to do something after collecting so much money." I will go to Styx to pull two dead people up, and let them return to the world for a while, the great goddess will agree."

He suddenly looked at the empty place, and he didn't know who he was talking to: "Father readers! The problem of two generations of Master Wayne not being able to dissolve in one movie has been solved!"

Peter looked at the mercenary suspiciously, looked back, and put his hand on Tim's shoulder lightly. For some reason, he instinctively felt that Tim was relatively easy to talk to here, "I can take you to see Doctor Strange, but I want to see Mister Wayne."

"Huh?" Tim asked puzzled, "If you want autographs or bat darts, I have a lot of them. Except that you can't drive a Batmobile, you can do anything else."

"Really—thank you very much—but I didn't do it for that." Peter swallowed. "I want to apologize to Mr. Wayne for my prejudice."

Tim was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this answer, he carefully considered the sentence, and based on Peter's reaction, it was not difficult to guess what was going on at the time.

"Actually... well, Bruce shouldn't care about that, he's always been a bit of a nuisance for what he shows, and your attitude towards him may be exactly what he wants."

This is different, Peter thought, of course he knew that Batman would not care about this little offense, but he did throw his kindness underfoot, but Batman also reminded him to be careful of Harry, when He hadn't yet understood what Bruce Wayne's idea of ​​secrets meant, and now that he thought about it, maybe it was all unfaced pain, something Batman had lost by hiding his secrets, something irretrievable.

Thanks to this reminder, he managed to save Gwen from Harry. With Gwen's assistance, they were finally able to have a good conversation.

Peter didn't mind giving his best friend some blood at all, he was just worried that it would turn Harry into something half-human.

"Mr. Wayne did me a great favor." Peter swallowed the explanation and whispered.

Tim sighed, he stretched out his hand and rubbed Peter's hair, Peter took a step back uncomfortably, obviously their age difference was not much, but in front of Tim, he always felt that he was strangely tolerated with.

"I think Bruce will have time," Tim replied.

"Don't think about it." The mercenary interjected, "Little Red Bird is from Gotham, what has he seen? Even the resurrection of my brother can't surprise him for half a second."

Tim smiled gently, "When are we going to meet Doctor Strange? Damian has five doctorates, maybe they can have a common language."

"What?" Peter's eyes widened uncontrollably.

Damian stood aside indifferently, which made Peter a little more admired. After all, not everyone can get a doctorate in plural when they were children...

"It's good for us to stay here. Doctor Strange can draw a magical circle, and you can reach us after walking through that circle." As he said, the little spider took out his satchel, took out his mobile phone and pressed a string expertly Number, "Mr. Strange, this is Peter, I would like to ask if you are free to take a job?"

Peter suddenly remembered something, covered the phone, "I can't write him a bad check, he is so poor that the king is about to force him to perform magic tricks on the street."

Just as Jason was about to speak, Tim glanced at him, "Legal."

The gang boss Red Hood silently closed his mouth.

Damian rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, "Stupid." He looked at Peter harshly: "Tell him, money is not a problem."

"Money is not a problem." Peter faithfully relayed Damian's words, and he heard Wang trying to calm down but couldn't suppress his joy on the other side of the phone: "Today I will buy some meat and make a good meal."

Doctor Strange restrained the corner of his mouth, drew a circle, and then stepped in. The red cloak behind him shook Peter's hand in a friendly way, and flinched inexplicably when he saw Damian. went back.

But when it saw Jason, it shrank even more.

"You have the breath of death." Doctor Strange explained, "I have nothing to do with Batman, why did you find me? As far as I know, Zatana is still in Gotham."

"You are the most suitable." Tim relayed the mercenary's words, and he stared at Doctor Strange sincerely with his blue eyes.

"It's very dangerous. If he really cut his soul like you said, let alone Batman, his inner world..."

"If you can see the future of this world, then you should know that what we do is necessary."

"Don't, don't, don't!" the mercenary yelled, "Mage! It doesn't matter if the future you see is fucked or not, there is only one way to a better world...but you can't make that one gesture! Speak up! Speak up if you have something to say Come out! The sugar daddy with big caramel-colored eyes was somehow snatched by your gestures!"

"What are you talking about?" Doctor Strange looked at him like a fool.

"Well, no one can understand brother's jokes, but fortunately, brother is used to it." He sighed lonely.

Doctor Strange took back the one he was about to gesture with a sullen face, and nodded at Tim, "Well, this is indeed necessary."

He circled again and pulled out a quaint-looking bottle with unknown characters written on it. He turned the bottle upside down, and it appeared to Damian and Tim to be empty. , but Jason saw an indescribable creature lying on Doctor Strange's hands.

"Give me your hand."

Jason bit the bullet and put his hand on the creature. Doctor Strange was taken aback, "Can you see it?"

Jason tugged at the corner of his mouth, but didn't answer.

"Then you must be more careful, you are in greater danger than your brothers." After speaking, Doctor Strange took a deep breath, and quickly slapped the little birds on the chest.