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

"So you mobilized a lot of people and took a lot of trouble to tie me home just to cook for you?"

Jason's eyes widened in surprise, "I thought Tibo was a robot that could charge and work 24 hours a day as long as it poured coffee at regular intervals."

Tim wailed in frustration, buried his face in his palms, "I repeat, I'm not really a robot."

Jason turned around and continued to fire: "Does Dick need anything other than cereal?"

He'll never forget the strange excitement of sneaking into Dickie Bird's apartment the first time he saw him have a large see-through walk-in closet stuffed to the brim with cereal bags packed close together, There is a complete range of cereals in a variety of flavors.

At that moment, he had a deep understanding of Dick's inherent poverty.

Bruce is so expensive that he eats overnight lobster at most, and is good at basic necessities of life. As the adopted son of the Wayne family, the chosen lucky one in the eyes of the public, his favorite food is cereal?

The young Robin comforted himself, probably because the life of running around in America before the age of ten was too deep for Dick. Nightmare at home.

Jason was a little embarrassed, and asked awkwardly, "What do you want to eat?"

Bruce leaned against the wall beside him and spoke leisurely.

"Lobster bisque, oysters with extra sauce, and a beef roll with champagne sauce—

Don't forget to bake another cookie. "

Dick said enthusiastically, "I want pizza—"

Jason cupped his face in his hands pretentiously, and sarcastically said, "Should I tie Penguin's cook back for you?" "Little Wing—" Dick called out aggrievedly.

"I'm going to cook some pasta, whether I like it or not."

They ended up with the most delicious pasta in the world and, of course, a cookie.

Ah Fu smiled slightly, hiding his merit and fame deeply.

After that, Jason stayed in the Wayne Mansion. He and A Fu exchanged a lot of experience on growing flowers, making tea, and taking care of the house. The time passed quickly, and soon, Jason had to face a problem.

"What? On a talk show with Bruce?"

Jason exclaimed in surprise, he couldn't believe his ears.

"It's not just you, we'll all be there except Damian." Tim replied calmly.

"Bruce is like this now, and I'm literally, dead, and you guys decided to put us on a talk show together."

"I'm not going." Jason tried his best to dispel Tim's crazy thoughts.

"Good job, Big Red." Tim burst out suddenly: "I've managed the Wayne Group for many years! The whole Gotham is guessing whether I have ulterior motives to take the Wayne Group for myself, you know ao3 ? My tag with Bruce is second only to Dick!"

Tim repeated: "Second to Dick!"

"This is what every child in the Wayne family has to go through. Who made us be adopted by Bruce?" Jason was a little frightened, he was not always annoyed, he was extremely annoyed.The gentlest person in the family suddenly broke out, and the scene was quite frightening. He moved his neck and spoke firmly.

"I will take care of Bruce. For the public, he has not changed that much. Baby Bruce's beautiful face will fascinate everyone. They will only think that Bruce is well maintained."

Tim clenched his right hand into a fist and tapped his left lightly.

"Besides, Bruce Wayne has not appeared in public for a long time. If this continues, the Gotham tabloids will start to speculate whether I murdered him."

Jason's concerns were not misplaced, he tucked himself into a well-ironed and tailored suit, and opted for a blue-striped tie, which could be called dapper.

"Damn it." Jason was only 15 years old when he was killed by the clown, and when he was adopted by Bruce, he didn't attend any of Bruce's hypocritical parties-which made him very bad at wearing ties.

"Big Red, do you need help?" Tim tied his tie skillfully and looked at Jason.

Just as Jason was about to agree, he saw Dick winking and wandering in front of the mirror.

"No need." Jason shook his head.

Bruce sighed and clapped his hands, getting Jason's attention.

"Jason, come here." Bruce noticed the undercurrent among the birds, and he waved to Jason.

Jason dawdled and dragged his way to Bruce.

"Why?" he asked uncomfortably.

Bruce didn't speak. He gently grabbed Jason's thick tie, pulled it in his direction with a little force, and Jason almost lost his balance when he was not careful, and fell on Bruce's shoulder.

He felt his delicate fingertips gently rubbing against his chin, and his moist breath fell on his face... Those white hands danced deftly around his neckline.

"You..." Jason raised his head and sprinted back far away, as if Bruce was some kind of scourge.

"What are you doing!"

"I just want to tie you a tie." Bruce raised his hand and looked at Jason politely, looking extremely innocent.

Jason felt his teeth itchy, and he ground them.

Peter is a work-study waiter. Although he doesn't know why he was assigned to Gotham by the head office, he is still full of energy. After all... what accident can hurt Spider-Man?

"Peter...Peter! I just got a call that my wife was hurt by a clown... I need to take her to the hospital, she...she's dying, but I can't lose my job, I still have My daughter has to feed..."

The middle-aged white man who worked with Peter looked anxiously, his face was pale, and he looked around in panic, and he immediately lowered his voice.

"Peter, my good Peter... Please, can you help me with my work? Don't tell anyone, please."

He sobbed a little, begging Peter anxiously.

Peter panicked, "You need my help..."

"No, I don't need it. I just ask you to help me keep this job. Wayne the hell is coming tonight. We can't make any mistakes."

Peter nodded hastily. Without hesitation, he agreed to his colleague's request, "Trust me, I won't mess it up."

Looking into Peter's determined, sincere amber eyes, the young man looked very reliable... the poor man thought so.

The middle-aged man left in a hurry. At this moment, Peter saw an enviable luxury Lamborghini driving towards here at a fast speed. After crossing an elegant curve, he stopped in front of the main entrance of the building, so he hurriedly put on his colleague's old suit, pretended to be a staff member, and went to greet him.

The car door was opened.

Three men with different characteristics came out of the car.

They are all very good-looking, with different temperaments, the one at the head is elegant and quiet, personable, and the one who comes down... oh, he looks impatient, but it doesn't hurt his charm at all, and the frown is sexy Terrific, the man behind is even more...

Peter racked his brains and thought for a while...

He remembered what the girls at school said, some men, when you see a man, you want to stuff a hundred-dollar bill into his shorts.He is heartbreaking.

Although Peter can be called a nerd, he still knows the rumors that Mr. Wayne is called an adopter and doesn't know what he wants to do.

"Bruce Wayne's aesthetics are really amazing, all the children he picked up are very good-looking." When he was pulling a hanging net above unknown buildings in New York to look at the stars, he heard it mentioned in chatter.

He saw the media rush forward like locusts, trying to smash all kinds of equipment in the face of the tallest man.

Suddenly the sound stopped, and the crowd seemed to be frozen into ice. After freezing for a moment, a bigger commotion broke out.

"Oh..." Peter understood why others mentioned Bruce Wayne's adopted son in a sour and hateful tone.

"They really can't tell who will suffer." Peter thought silently. Anyone who has met the Prince of Gotham wants to be favored by him. Peter looked at himself, "If I can be like Mr. Wayne, I can I've caught up to Leeds..." He cast envious eyes like the focus of the crowd.

"Mr. Wayne!"

The media carefully left an empty path for this man. No one dared to surround him, and no one dared to test the authority of Gotham's son. They didn't want to experience the feeling of being slapped in the face by money, being bought out of the company and then losing their jobs. .

Although there are many capable people in Gotham, the whole Gotham is willing to buy it... this is the only one.

Even the monsters locked in Arkham looked at him differently...Of course, no one wants such preferential treatment. Looking at the frequency of Wayne's kidnapping, you can see that his two days and nights are either due to accidents or because of his own making. Accidentally injured.

Weird rich man.

"Tonight's guest is from the family with the longest history and the greatest contribution in Gotham... He hasn't shown up for a long time... I don't know if he has competed with Tony Stark for the cover girl again..."

"Enviable guy? Huh?"

"Welcome Bruce Wayne, Richard Grayson, Tim Drake, and Jason Todd who just made everyone see a ghost outside!"

Accompanied by the lively and powerful sound effects on the stage, the elevator-like lifting platform gradually descended, and the light effects of the audience gathered on them,

Cheers erupted off the stage, and continued until Bruce sat down on the couch, gracefully crossing his left leg over his right.

Bruce stretched his body, leaned on the sofa, shook his left toe, picked up the goblet on the small table beside him, held it loosely, and took a sip.

God... the wine wet his lips, and his beautifully shaped lips looked like tempting cherries under the rose-colored light.

Bruce tilted his head slightly, gracefully raised his wine glass to signal the audience, and blinked his left eye mischievously.

Louder cheers erupted from below the stage, and lasted for a long time, the comforting voice of the host wearing a headset was drowned out.

Bruce raised his hand and pressed down.