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

Bruce was awakened by hunger. He slept until dawn. It was just dawn and the morning light was twilight. A head popped out of the oversized soft bed. Bruce opened his eyes slightly and fell asleep in peace.So he slept through the whole day, and spent the night sweetly.

"It's a familiar feeling." It was a breath that couldn't be accurately described in words. It was the smell of history carried by Wayne Mansion's centuries-old history, and it was the unique fragrance of A Fu's laundry detergent. , is the taste of home-the displaced child who lost everything finally returned home.His restless heart gradually settled down, and Bruce fell asleep peacefully, curled up in a ball, as if he felt very insecure, but he looked so carefree, as if those bad things had never happened.

"He looks tired." Tim nodded at Dick.Dick and Tim both came to see him during this time, and they opened the door and closed it quietly again.

When Bruce woke up, he looked at the two hungry birds.

"Where's Ah Fu?" He yawned lazily, and randomly tied a knot in the silk nightgown. He opened his arms, exposing his white and tight chest, and the nightgown was loosely draped over his body. The silk was too smooth, and the movement of his hand raised half of Bruce's arm and shoulder blades.

Hormones rushed to his face, and Tim thought of the description in the Gotham tabloids that made him snort: "Bruce Wayne is a peach with plenty of juice, but it makes the mouth dry. Just squeeze it lightly, and you can get Everything you want."

He is Eros who walks among men.

Walking hormonal Nightwing said that if Bruce would give up his dark cape, then he would probably get half as much harassment.

"Where's Afu?" Bruce repeated, and he said confidently, "I'm hungry."

Hearing this, Tim opened his mouth in embarrassment, not knowing how to remind him of the fact that Ah Fu had been fired.

Dick cautiously: "Bruce...do you remember what you did the day before yesterday?"

"Huh? The day before yesterday?" Bruce touched his shriveled stomach, and the strong hunger awakened his drowsy head after waking up.

"Oh, I already fired him." Bruce scratched his hair.

Bruce touched his nose: "What did you two eat yesterday?"

Hearing this, Dick showed an expression that he couldn't bear to look directly: "Oatmeal." Tim sighed secretly: "Three meals a day are all oatmeal."

The three were silent for a while, and everyone understood that this was Ah Fu's punishment. No one dared to go out to eat or buy some junk fast food. Out of Ah Fu's strange persistence as a British, he refused to have American food at home. junk food.

No one dared to challenge the dignity of the parents.

Before Dick was adopted, he was a carefree child. Everyone in the circus would not let Dick cook with a fire. After being adopted, he had the best Alfred in the world.

As for Tim... no one asks the young son of the Drakes, now President Wayne, if he can cook.

Bruce clapped his hands, applauded the birds, looked around and said, "Great! Looks like we're going to do it ourselves."

He took two steps forward, stopped, turned and raised his face: "Where is the kitchen?"

"Wonderful." Tim groans, a guy who doesn't even know where his own kitchen is going to cook.

The kitchen was large, with a frosted glass door that made it impossible to see inside, but Tim could still see the flickering orange fire.

That reminded him of alchemists in the middle ages refining alchemy, and then he heard the sound of crackling and breaking dishes from the kitchen, and the burnt smell wafted out.

Dick leaned against the wall, folded his hands on his chest: "Do you think Alfred will forgive us?"

Tim sat upright on the chair, his body was stiff, his elbow hit the armrest of the chair, and he said vaguely: "Let's try to catch Jason back? Ah Fu will be happy to see him."

Dick rubbed his cheeks and nodded: "Good idea, Xiaohong, we really need a cook."

Tim added an action plan to capture the Red Hood in the to-do list.

The door opened, and Bruce was wearing oven mitts for baking: "I need to dig it out."

Dick looked at the round container in Bruce's hand in surprise. Inside the container was a round cake with a beautiful golden color.

"I didn't expect..." Dick muttered to himself vaguely.

I didn't expect Bruce to have such a hand...but when he took the container, he knew that he was completely wrong.

Dick turned pale and raised his head stiffly: "It's heavy, Bruce."

Bruce nodded without saying a word.

"I know it's a cake! But why is the cake so heavy?"

The three looked at the cake in wonder and awe.

Tim made himself a cup of coffee, added some sugar to it for the first time, stirred it well and took a sip: "Dick, you have to cut the cake."

Dick's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. He held the handle of the knife and slammed the blade on the cake.

With a bang, the cake broke through the layer of oily skin, and the cake made of flour, egg and cream collided with the blade, making the sound of iron and stone colliding.

Tim was biting his side cheek very hard, trying to hold back his laughter, but when he saw such a scene, his body began to tremble slightly, and he couldn't hold it any longer, and finally laughed out loud.

Dick put down the knife, reached out, and stood the cake upright, pressing the cylindrical sides against the table, and God, it looked like it was made of concrete.

Bruce looked at the cake standing on the table, like a cheap cat, stretched out his right hand, shook the cake slightly, and pushed it forward again.

So the three of them watched the cake roll forward and hit the ground with a dull sound.

"I'll get rid of it." Bruce picked up the cake on the ground as if nothing had happened, and left briskly.

Tim and Dick looked at each other.

"I'm going to clean the kitchen."

"I'm going to make some cereal."

They ate three more meals of cereal that day.

It was an ordinary night, and Gotham was still shrouded in a never-ending fog. In the dirty alleys, there were women in the flesh and blood business, idle gangsters, waifs who sneaked around...

Red Hood was feeling very cranky.

He could feel two sets of eyes fixed on him, and every time he turned around and looked back, or used the detective method taught by the old bat to probe behind him without a trace...

Got nothing.

Jason was sure it wasn't an illusion, but this was Gotham after all, and it was full of monsters who couldn't die.

And he dressed up as a bat monster a while ago, and almost beat up the guys who disturbed the law and order in the entire Gotham, and even beat up the little birds of the bat family.

While guessing who had such skill, Jason quickened his pace, trying to get rid of the guy behind him.

Until he saw a flash of bright blue in the reflection in the sewage in the corner.

"Nightwing?" Jason was relieved and concentrated, but he didn't stop.

"What's wrong with this guy? Sneaking around like a stalker?"

Jason felt a little bad, but his strong curiosity made him decide not to shake off the big blue bird behind him.

Jason crossed the dirt track and turned into a narrow, crooked alley where no one would notice them in such a remote and narrow place.

He deliberately slowed down so that the people behind him could follow him closely. After a while, he looked around and stopped.

"Yeyi, come out." Jason's slightly hoarse voice became rough and extremely unpleasant after being changed by the hood. Most people would be frightened and run away when they heard such a voice.

Dick showed his body slowly, he was still uncomfortable about the fight with Jason last time, "Hi! Little Wing! Long time no see!"

Dick squeezed his fingers, raised his head and showed Ye Yi's signature reassuring smile, but froze the smile on his face reflexively in the next second.

Jason's black muzzle was pointed at him.

"That red hood is an eyesore," thought Dick.

Jason shook his hand holding the gun, and with extreme caution, he asked sharply, "Tell me why you're here, Dick."

He made another sarcasm: "I thought you had already put on our boss's clothes, why did you take them off again?"

Jason bit his lip lightly. He didn't want to fight every time he saw the Bat family, as if they couldn't talk properly without a fight. He was very angry, angry why the Bat family So stubborn, like Sisyphus, pushing a boulder that can never be pushed up the mountain, Gotham needs iron and blood to clear and establish rule, not hope for the damn laws that work for the monsters in Arkham ?

Gotham doesn't even have the death penalty. Even though Gotham has many good people who die innocently every day, the capital of crime is still a city without the death penalty.

But he is also a little powerless. Things have gone so bad that there is nothing that can be saved. If the Bat family needs help, he is willing to help them at any time, but he has to go home to have dinner and have a chat like the Superman family. , that is almost impossible.

He sneered secretly, especially in their commonality, after Batman died, they couldn't stay in the same space harmoniously.

Batman and Ah Fu can be said to be the thread connecting them, and they can't get rid of it no matter where they go, but last time he went crazy and almost killed the three of them, he didn't even want to see Ah Fu anymore.

Jason didn't want to see Alfred's disappointed eyes, no matter how much he and Bruce disagreed, but he did always treat Alfred as a grandfather, and he didn't want to hurt other people, even though there were too many bad things between them , and can't tell who is right and who is wrong.

Dick raised his hands, indicating that he didn't hold any weapons, and then slowly approached Jason.

"I didn't realize it before, the little wing is like a frightened hamster."

"Hey, buddy, I just want to talk to you, just talk." Dick said clearly, every word.

"Is there anything else we can talk about? Talk about you want to send me to Arkham?" Jason laughed sarcastically, "Put away your love that has nowhere to put it, as long as you all stay away from me Stay away, this is a great thing."

"Hey! Don't get excited, Jaybird...I just wanted to talk to you about going home."

Jason curled his lips impatiently, and snorted, "Dicky bird, what medicine did you take wrong?"

Dick stepped forward with steady steps, step by step, getting closer and closer to Jason: "I just want to talk."

Jason took a step back abruptly, "Stop, stay away from me."

Then he heard the blue bird who had taken the wrong medicine in front of him say sorry to him, and saw a large net above his head with electric currents overwhelmingly pressing towards him.

He saw the damn substitute, and he climbed on the outer wall of the building with a guilty face.

"Sorry, Big Red, we have to..."

Jason struggled violently, writhing violently trying to break free, "What's wrong with you two?" he yelled in vain.

Then he saw Dick come forward and crouch before him smiling.

"Jason, Bruce is back."

Oh... Jason stopped struggling.