After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Damian thought he was doing pretty well.

He was willing to follow his father to Wayne Manor, and the most direct goal was to gain his approval and become his sole heir.

And in the process of achieving his goal, the two brothers are his enemies, and everyone else is his friend-this is tactics.

——The temptation of the Batman armor to him is amazing, and when he unhurriedly followed Batman to the Batcave, the identity of Batman's heir was even more attractive to him.

He swears that he must have the Batmobile in the Batcave! !

Even if it's for the Batmobile, he can temporarily coexist peacefully with Grayson and Todd, wait until he finds the weakness of the other party, and then give them a fatal blow, and obtain the status of heir in one fell swoop.

— This is what he learned in the old palace.

... However, the premise of peaceful coexistence is that his two brothers do not take too extreme actions.

Obviously, they can't.

"Damian, you really look like Bruce," Dick said enthusiastically, "This is your first time in Wayne Manor, do you want me to show you around our home?"

It seemed to Damian that Dick was showing off that he had been in the house long enough.

He crossed his arms and observed Dick: "...No need, I want to stay in the Batcave for a while."

"You're a kid," Dick said. "It's not good to stay up late, and you want to be on the night watch? You're too young and untrained, and I don't think Bruce will let you be Robin." "

This annoyed Damian: "I have undergone the most rigorous training, training like a soldier!"

"But you didn't receive training from Batman." Nightwing patted him on the shoulder, "You can't have a better mentor than Batman when it comes to fighting skills."

... Greysend's little action once again aggravated Damian's dissatisfaction with him.He endured it, barely resisting the urge to do something to Grayson.

— Be patient, Damian.He said to himself, you are the future Batman, learn from your father!Be patient - at least through the first night!

"But father can't beat mother." Damian took a deep breath, pretending to be indifferent, "Among them, mother is the one who dominates."

"That's because your mother has superpowers at all." Dick waved his hand.

"Wait," Jason grasped the point. He straightened his body leaning against the wall, staring at Damian with a subtle expression, "'The leader'? How do you know?"

Damian didn't shy away: "Because I saw my father being..."

"Damian." Batman interrupted him in time, and then his cold eyes fell on Jason.

Jason laughed, and he stared at Batman without fear, making up his mind to see his joke: "...Speaking of which, I've already gone home, but why haven't you taken off the helmet yet?"

Batman: "..."

Tim sat in the corner with his computer in his arms, and silently cast a look in this direction.

Dick blinked, rubbed his chin, and said, "—Your voice doesn't seem quite right, Bruce."

... The boys looked at each other knowingly.

Only the newcomer Damian inexplicably felt excluded, he raised his head: "What are you talking about?"

"That's not what you should know, Damian." Dick ruffled the boy's hair.

This was simply the last straw that overwhelmed Damian's patience.

...he was surprisingly angry.Damian couldn't accept that Dick didn't respect his dignity as a strong man!

He took a step back and put on a fighting stance: "Grayson!! You lack respect for me!...I can't take it anymore, I swear I will fight you now!"

"Is this some kind of alien custom?" Dick was not angry, but interested, "It's a good pose, but I've never seen it before. It's what your mother taught you... Oh! Damian, you Really?!"

He dodged Damian's blow in some surprise: "...Please! I hope we can be more harmonious, and I don't want a fight with new members in the future to become a reserved welcome item in our family! This is too violent! "

"You have to pay for your actions," the little boy said angrily, "If I beat you! You must give up inheriting your father's inheritance and identity!"

The Batcave was silent for a second.

Even the sound of Tim typing on the keyboard is paused.

Dick couldn't believe his ears.

"So," Jason, who was watching, retreated to a safe area, folded his arms and laughed, "This is the purpose of you coming back, to inherit all of your father's inheritance and identity? Ha, what a filial and good son."

Jason was laughing like crazy from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, he finally understood why Damian insisted on maintaining a smirk despite seeing him and Dick upset for no reason.

He had absolutely no intention of taking up the mantle of Batman right now, and he guessed Dick didn't intend to either... But who wouldn't like to tease a child?

Even if he is the child of Bruce Wayne and Hilda Walker.

...how interesting.

Even for that, he'll pretend he's happy to carry on Batman's legacy.

"Come on, Damian," he gloated at the side, "Grayson is the number one heir. If you don't win him, it's impossible for the succession to fall into your hands."

Dick glared at him instantly.

Batman took a breath and tried to drive the restless boys out of his work place: "Stop it! Don't fight in the Batcave!" He didn't care about the boys fighting, but he couldn't interrupt his work!

But the battle is drawing to a close.

Damian was indeed exceptionally strong, but he was just a child after all—whether in terms of strength or size, he was destined not to be an opponent of a grown man, not to mention that Dick had experienced many battles and was a master of combat.

Damian was quickly defeated.

When he was knocked to the ground by Dick, he was obviously devastated, and the disbelieving expression almost made Jason want to laugh wildly.

He held back, just "puchi" twice.

"Did I miss something?" The old butler came out of the elevator with a plate of desserts and coffee, and looked uncertainly at the chaotic scene.

"No, Ah Fu." Jason suppressed a smile as he went to take the small dessert in the hands of the butler, and threw a piece into his mouth casually, "You came just in time."

Tim is also trying to hold back a laugh - he knows it probably shouldn't be, but Damian's almost shattered expression is really funny.

He lowered his head and covered the corners of his lips with the computer.

The little boy remained motionless on the ground, as if even cookies couldn't save his soul.Dick coughed twice and patted him on the back: "Damian? Are you crying?"

Damian got up angrily: "...Don't be too complacent, Grayson, I just underestimated the enemy."

Dick: "...Pfft." - He couldn't help it, mainly because Damian's expression was so funny, especially because he had a face that was highly similar to Bruce, which made it even more funny.

Damian wanted to explode, he held back: "It seems that you want to fight me again!"

"You're too young," Dick made a truce gesture, and commented pertinently, "Although you are proficient in fighting movements, you obviously lack actual combat experience-obviously, you are still a little short of inheriting Bruce's... identity .”

Jason held back his smile until his expression twisted.

"...But maybe you just want to inherit Bruce's legacy?" Dick said uncertainly, "Wayne Group or something? If it's that, it doesn't have any requirements for your fighting level."

Dick looked sincere, but Damian was obviously even more angry, his face was flushed with anger, and he was almost about to strike again - Dick was really afraid that he would hold back a sentence like those brats on the street, "I want to tell me Mother!"

...God bless, he really can't beat Damian's mother.

So he asked the same question, with an uncertain expression on his face: "... Damian, you know this is just a small discussion, right? I think maybe you won't complain to your parents?...Uh, actually, I can understand, After all, you are very young, but I think it's better not to..."

Jason turned his back silently, he almost suspected that Dick did it on purpose.

Damian clenched his fists and started the fight again - Dick had been on guard for a long time, he dodged with ease and hid behind the old butler.

Damian could only stop in a hurry, staring at Dick: "You not only insulted me, but also my mother."

Dick blinked: "...Maybe you can think about it from another angle, for example, I'm just a little scared of your mother."

Damian's anger subsided a little: "My mother is really strong."

"Maybe you'd like to talk about that," said Dick, who suddenly realized that Damian was really easy to coax, and half-coaxed him to leave the Batcave—please, he'd be more right than being Damian's sparring partner. Gossip is more interested, "We are very curious about where you lived before, and about your mother, or, would you like to talk to us about what happened after Batman was kidnapped by your mother..."

Batman casts a warning glance back. "Dick."

Dick immediately raised his hands to express his surrender, and said innocently: "I was wrong, I just want to know about your previous situation... But if you don't allow it, let it go. It's so late now, I still take Damian to his room .” Then try to see if you can get something interesting out of him.

Jason followed immediately: "...I'll help too."

Batman shook his head and looked at Tim, who was sitting in the corner - the boy who had already gained his silent approval through his actions.

He coughed, realized what Batman meant, immediately put away the computer, and unhurriedly caught up with the people in front: "I'll go and have a look too."

The boys left the Batcave noisily.

So only Batman and his butler were left in the Batcave, and silence enveloped the place.

Alfred said gently: "I hope you haven't been injured this trip, because you look a little tired,"

--tired?Not really.

He looked gloomy: "I'm not hurt."

"And Miss Hilda?"

"She has her own business to attend to," he replied, "I don't know what she's going to do just yet"—but nine times out of ten it won't be a good thing.

"Forgive my offense, sir," said Alfred, "I just wanted to make sure—you're completely reconciled, aren't you?"

Bruce paused for a second. He felt that the helmet was really stuffy, so he couldn't help but raised his hand to take off the helmet, so his answer became a little vague: "...I think so."

He hoped that the old butler would not ask questions, because he was really ashamed to tell his respected elders about the "agreement" he had reached with Hilda.

Sure enough, Alfred didn't ask any further questions, he just raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then showed a reserved smile:

"...So you refused to take off the helmet just now, is it because your voice is hoarse?"

Bruce froze: "..."

He looked at the butler.

Ah Fu, however, was full of understanding, and teased: "I understand, sir, you don't need to explain. Young people are always full of enviable passion and vitality, aren't they?... Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm talking about Master Dick and the others .”

Bruce: "..."

He inexplicably felt embarrassed like he had never felt before—surprisingly, he thought he had calmed down by this kind of teasing.

Just when he was about to turn his head away and pretend nothing happened, Dick actually returned to the Batcave again, his face was a little stiff, as if hesitating whether he should speak: "...Bruce, I have something to tell you , that fact is shocking, you won't believe what I heard from Damian—"

Bruce frowned slightly, with a bad feeling.

Dick took a deep breath: "—Hilda is planning to conquer the universe! She wants to use the earth as the source of war!"

Bruceton lived.