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

Damian Aogu, after being convinced by his father's personality charm, changed his name to Damian Wayne, the future master of the Assassin League, the future king of Gotham——

I met the biggest challenge of my life tonight.

His face was sullen, black enough to drip, and he turned angrily, strode up to Bruce, and looked up at him.

Bruce felt that everything tonight was very interesting, and he willfully called the Laughing Bat in his heart, "I'm going to make trouble."

"Huh?" Something bad flashed across the Laughing Bat's heart.

"You know, Damian... the Robin in the previous world, he even called me father." Bruce said enthusiastically, "Do you think he will continue to recognize his father this time?"

"Looks like you've completely forgotten what I said before." The Laughing Bat sighed, but he also wanted to see how things would end - every world's Damian is so funny.

"Hello." Bruce pushed Vera aside excitedly, "Is that strawberry ice cream?"

He dug out the ice cream bucket with a spoon very unskillfully, then smeared the cone casually, made a strange ice cream, and held it up in front of Damian expectantly.

"Please use it," Bruce said with a smile.

Damian's expression became complicated... He felt that the guy in front of him seemed to treat him like a child, but, seriously?The Wayne family lives on the street selling ice cream?Even that guy Grayson wouldn't be reduced to this point.

"Who are you?" Damian took a bite of the ice cream as if venting his anger, and said with difficulty.

"I am your father."

"Huh?" Damian was blown up in an instant. He looked around and bit off the ice cream ball in one bite. His hands were not idle. With a sound, the long knife at his waist came out of its sheath. Damian Want to teach this guy a lesson.

"Damian, we don't kill people, we don't have the same creed as your grandfather." Batman's teachings were fleeting in his mind.

But the next picture in his mind was not so good - he was sitting on a comfortable sofa, his left hand rested on his right hand, his elbows rested on his knees, his green eyes looked at the screen very seriously, a condescending It looks like he's on a video call with Batman.

"You're hooked up with a criminal." Damian can still recall the feeling of hating iron but not steel.

"What?" Batman was in the state of Bruce Wayne at this time. He was driving to complete a wonderful date with Catwoman. Hearing this, he glanced at the screen uncomfortably, "Ex-criminal, and this is just a date." Batman tries to focus, honestly, he's uncomfortable talking to Damian about something this weird.

"I don't care about that." Damian put his hand down, and he looked more serious, "Look, I understand that our never-ending night watch is a lot of work, that Harlot is willing Give you any service that pleases you, it's up to you."

"Harlot?" Batman couldn't help but glanced at the screen, "Your foul language tank is as old as Ray Shaw, it's time to update it."

"It's not important." Damian took a deep breath, "You don't need me to remind you that your vision of finding girlfriends is terrible, including but not limited to my mother."

"?" Batman raised his eyebrows. He opened his mouth to say something, but he realized that he had reached an intersection and was about to knock over the car parked in front of him. He stepped on the brakes in a hurry. The expensive Lamborghini Excellent performance of his performance.

Batman closed his eyes patiently, he leaned forward impatiently, and reached out to turn off the call screen, Damian was still chattering, "I don't want to disturb your private life, but I ask you to take protective measures, no I don't know how to be grateful, if you leave your seat, remember to cover the cup..."

"Oh." The corners of Damian's mouth twitched. Batman hung up the communication before he finished speaking, so he had to look at Ah Fu who was standing silently aside.

"Did you teach him this?" Damian asked uncertainly.

"I think I told Master Bruce to keep himself clean." Afu said calmly.

Damian made a gasp, "Come on, he's been deceiving himself so far, thinking that my mother drugged him and fucked him." Damian curled his lips in disdain, "Man."

He worried again. "I hope I don't have a brother."

"Maybe not," Alfred said.

The more Damian thought about it, the angrier he became, obviously he had already warned Batman to take protective measures!He even thought about how to threaten him to stay away from Batman and everything from the Wayne family when he had a younger brother—unless he worked for himself like Drake did, all of which were his birthright!But he never thought about what Batman should do if he gave himself a brother.

Damian would not doubt whether Bruce was Batman's own. They looked so alike, and he and Bruce were also very similar. They stood together, and no one could deny their blood relationship.

"The kids are so old!"

He became more and more angry, Damian thought for a while, but still didn't take the knife back, but put the knife on Bruce's neck.

"Stay away from him!" Vera stood in front of Bruce like a lioness guarding her cub.

Damian narrowed his eyes, "Huh?"

"You can't hurt him," Vera said forcefully, but Bruce noticed that Vera's calf was shaking slightly.

Bruce felt a trace of guilt, he gently touched Vera's head, "It's just a joke."

He took Damian's hand, "Call me Bruce." He rolled his eyes, "You're Robin."

He looked at Damian in amazement, and made another look of interest, "I've never seen a superhero before, and neither did Vera. Robin has always been her favorite person."

"..."

"I don't like this Robin anymore." Vera pouted, "You used to be number one among my favorite superheroes, but now you're number three." She looked arrogantly Damian.

"Who's the second?" Bruce asked curiously.

"Batman." Vera showed a surprised look, "Why would you ask such a stupid question, Gotham people don't like Batman and Robin, do they still like Superman?"

"When did you come to Gotham?" Damian asked, frowning, his voice sounding stiff.

"Well... I can't remember." Bruce smiled, "I'm curious what kind of city Gotham is."

"May I treat you to two more ice creams?" Bruce didn't let Damian continue to question him. He smiled at Damian friendly, "I'm very interested in you, and I want to know more."

"Don't be unnecessarily curious," Damian warned, taking a deep look at Bruce before firing the claw gun, leaving them with a brightly colored back.

Vera sat on the ground with a plop, gasped for breath, and grabbed Bruce's pant leg, "You're so brave!" she screamed.

"how?"

"That's Robin! He wants your life as easy as drinking water!"

"Batman won't let him do that, and I can call Superman when I'm in danger," Bruce replied.

"Do you think Superman is on call? When you call Superman, you will be..."

"Superman!" Bruce interrupted Vera's angrily chanting. He raised his head and shouted to the sky. As soon as he arrived, he believed that he must be at the top of Superman's list of interruptions.

Superman never disappoints, Bruce's voice is still recalling in the empty alley, Superman's red cape has appeared in front of Bruce.

"Do you need any help?" The god on earth glanced at Bruce and Vera, his expression was serious and dignified, and Vera couldn't help shrinking her neck under such gaze.

"Hmm." Bruce showed a look of surprise, he caught a glimpse of the remaining ice cream in the ice cream bucket, picked up the whole bucket without hesitation, and placed it in front of the god on earth.

"Please eat." Vera said cleverly and without losing the opportunity.

Superman was taken aback, he looked down at the huge barrel: "I'm just a Kryptonian."

"?" There was a puzzled look in Bruce's eyes.

"It's not Kryptonian food bucket." The god on earth said calmly.

Vera hurriedly pulled Bruce aside, "We were just arguing whether Superman would hear us."

"..." Superman watched Vera silently, and under the gaze of the ice-lake-like blue eyes, Vera's voice became smaller and smaller.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was as soft as a gnat, and her fingers twisted uneasily.

Looking at the little girl in distress, Superman squatted down, "It's nothing." He said.

"Superman is called out by countless people every day. Sometimes their things are very important from the public perspective, and sometimes they are not so important."

"We're messing around . . . please forgive me," Vera said in a growl.

Superman looked at the little girl sincerely, "Is it meaningful for you to call my name? This is for me to judge. I think it is more meaningful to visit you than to take the kitten down from the tree in Metropolis." Some...it won't matter if it stays in the tree for a few more minutes."

"However, I hope you can call my name when you are in danger, just like Boo, just like him." Superman glanced at Bruce sideways, and he almost said Bruce's name, after all, in Yesterday, as Clark himself, after selling ice cream with Vera, he talked and laughed to wake Bruce up.

"Please trust me more," said Superman.

"I declare you to be my favorite hero." Vera suddenly raised her head, and she roughly wiped her face with her sleeve, "I will."

"I like you more than I like Batman now." The little girl tiptoed around the neck of the god on earth, and kissed him lightly on the side of the cheek, "Thank you."

"I still hope you like Batman the most." There was a warm smile in Superman's eyes, "Batman always deserves this."