[Comprehensive British and American] The richest man in the super British world

Every time Dick took a step, he seemed to be followed by a little tail, following each step.It was Damian, holding the dog, and Dick could look down and see the boy staring at him with a dog face.

"What's wrong?" he asked patiently.

Damian was thoughtful: "You've been smirking since you came back."

"Is there?" Dick pretended to be stupid, "No."

The puppy in the boy's arms barked.Dick was in a good mood and leaned over to pat its head: "Good dog."

"He's calling you a fool," Damian rolled his eyes as he sideways let the dog avoid his brother's hand, "You're really stupid, Blake will be scared away by you."

"Oh, it's a surprising experience," Dick said casually, opening the closet. "Normally, it doesn't happen to me."

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Damian's mouth, which was a sly smile, and he instantly became like a ten-year-old boy of this age: "Maybe."

The security radars all over Dick's body trembled like an electric shock.

"You're kidding," he said.

Damian threw himself on his bed, took the dog with him, and printed clear dog paw prints on his quilt. Dick couldn't care about this anymore. He noticed that Damian buried his head to cover his expression, and only said sullenly :"I don't."

"Don't lie to me," Dick said, pretending to be pitiful. "Please, you're my ally in this house."

The dog in Robin's arms came out and circled on his sheets.

"I kid you not," Damian said, "you're touching your coat pocket now."

Dick, wearing his favorite shirt, put his hands in his pockets, and after a moment he grumbled, "Nothing."

"Be careful, Grayson," he said. "Maybe I'm misremembering. It's in your pocket anyway."

Dick had no choice but to listen to his words, searched again, and finally succeeded in taking out a small black dot-like thing from his trousers pocket.

"This is," he laughed a few times, put it in the palm of his hand, moved it with his index finger, and let it roll around, "Whose little thing is this?"

"Obviously, Drake's," Damian said, "if he hadn't put it, I wouldn't have pointed it out and put him out."

"His...? What did you put on me?" Dick keenly caught the key words and couldn't help shouting, "Please, I'm serious this time."

"We're serious, too," said his brother, and Dick had every reason to suspect that he was smiling smugly. "—a bet. You have no right to stop our war."

"So, now you have a war of three?"

"Hmm, you're out, Grayson," Damian said, "but don't worry, you and I are barely allies. I pressured you to perform well tonight."

"It was touching," Dick said, "especially after hearing that people closest to me lost a 2-1 bet on me."

Dick knew exactly what his brothers were doing.Excluding Tim, because he is always as controlling as Batman, for no other reason, Jason is mostly protecting his employer, and Damian wants to see his jokes, so Dick can accept it.Damian tugged on the dog's tail and crawled into Dick's bed with it in his arms.

"Haven't you always hated my stuff?" Dick said.

"I changed a new bed sheet," Damian covered his head with the quilt, and hugged his new pet tightly, a little black dog who looked down on Dick with eyes, who knows why it can put on such an expression, "This bed is mine tonight."

"why?"

"Obviously, since you have only one bed in your crappy apartment."

"Where do I sleep then?" Dick asked. "Sleeping at your feet? It's not fair that your dog can even lie on my pillow."

But in Damian's world, animals are indeed more worthy of his attention than humans.

"You can sleep on the sofa outside," his brother reluctantly said, and suddenly, the subject changed, "Or, you don't have to come back at all."

"Damian!" Dick was shocked, his ears turned red, "What are you talking about!"

"I'm talking about getting out." He was a little drowsy, clicked his tongue, turned over, and used the dog's body to block the exposed left ear, "They are all adults, can't you be honest .”

Dick blushed at what his ten-year-old brother had said, something he hadn't expected Damian to say.Although, he always knew that the other party was far more mature than his appearance, but no matter what, he was just a ten-year-old boy.When Dick was at home, he hadn't shown his maturity to this extent - it could only be a reason, the people around him led him badly.In the back of his mind, Dick had a plan to talk to Jonathan Kent on the agenda.

Fiddle for a while, ping-ping-pong-pong.

Dick goes to Radamian's quilt: "How about me?"

The latter failed to snatch the quilt, raised his head and glanced reluctantly: "It's okay."

"Okay does it mean it's passable, or does it mean it works?"

"It's passable."

"Then I'll change," Dick said, and a moment later, before Damian was about to fall back to sleep, he lifted his brother's quilt again to let the cold air in. "And now?"

Damian told himself that you want to be a 2:1 winner, calm down, and think about the happiness of winning the previous Robins: "It's better than the last one."

"It's better than the last one, does it mean it's passed the passing mark?" Dick was confused, looked at his wardrobe, and then looked down at his shirt, "You can't compare with the bad ones, you have to compare with the good ones."

"It's over," he said, with a tiredness he shouldn't have endured at ten years old, "it works."

No matter how he was dressed, Dick was Mr. Sparkle.With Dick's pretty face alone, even if he only wears a sack and walks on the street, he will be a Paris fashion design scene, and he will be the well-deserved focus of the crowd.I don't know what he is struggling with?Damian felt a little annoyed.

He thought the other party would stop there, but a few minutes later, his brother lifted his quilt again.

"What about now?" Dick asked stupidly, "Is that enough for ninety percent?"

Damian growled and pulled the covers back on himself.

"Go away!—" he screamed in a boy's voice, "or I can't help but let Cerberus bite you!"

"Who's that?" Dick asked blankly, "You keep a three-headed hellhound in my room?"

The black dog got out of Damian's bed, glanced at Dick with contempt, bared its teeth at the enemy for his little master, and barked wildly.

"Okay, I see," Dick said, turning stiffly. "You two against one."

When he put on his shoes and went out, Damian shouted behind him: "Don't forget to bring the monitor."

Dick wondered, "Is the surveillance so blatant now?"

Of course he won't take it.He snickered.

As Dick drove to Bally's, he glanced at his watch. It was eight o'clock.It's a wonderful time, which means there's still a lot to do.When he got out of the car, Wade's figure loomed by the window of the store.He straightened his collar, and then walked towards the door, which was a glass door with a string of small flowers and bells hanging on it. Dick straightened his hair in front of the unclear glass mirror, deliberately making his hair dark His hair was disheveled but not messy, which made him look more natural. He blinked his left eye at the glass and smiled before pushing the door open.

The bell made a crisp sound, indicating that a guest came to the door.The girl who was preparing a hot drink was playing with her mobile phone when Dick appeared at the front desk and immediately absorbed all her attention like a black hole. She slipped her mobile phone back into her pocket without a sound, leaned forward and handed over the list and asked, "Handsome, do you want a drink?" what?"

"Thanks," said Dick softly, "what's your hot drink here?"

"Everything," she said.

Dick thought about it, pointed at the top, and smiled at her: "Peach flavor, this one."

After ordering, he received a small note with a string of phone numbers written under the drink.Dick approached Wade with the plate, stopped at the nearest table behind him, put the plate on the table, and sat down.He is now sitting back to back with Wade, who doesn't know he's here yet, with his head down, wondering what he's playing on his phone.

In fact, he was returning news from the outlaw group.

——At twelve o'clock in the evening, it's best to come back.

Wade typed the reply.

--why?

— Listen to us.

The other party replied in seconds.

Before Wade could reply, he suddenly felt a corner of his scarf being pulled.He was about to turn around to see who it was, but a familiar voice sounded and stopped him: "Don't turn around."

He couldn't understand what the other party was going to do, but he was still obedient and didn't look back.

"I've got a drink here, guess what, apple or peach?" Dick said softly.

"Peachy," Wade replied.In a conversation last time, the other party revealed that he likes peaches, so this two-way choice is easy to guess the correct answer.

Dick laughed.He is doing a simple test.If Wade’s answer is apple flavor, then there are two points to explain: first, he habitually puts his thoughts on himself, and doesn’t take the few words that Dick revealed to him. He may not have any interest in Dick, then Dick will re- consider.Second, he tends to be a narcissistic personality. He easily thinks that Dick will give him his feelings. He made a mistake in his judgment. Dick doesn't like this kind of personality.

If he answered peach flavor, it also showed two points: first, he remembered Dick's preferences.Second, he is too slow.

"Bingo," Dick said softly, "you got it right, so you'll get a peach drink, and an apple."

Wade smiled: "Is that so? Then what kind of river god are you?"

Dick sat across from him with a plate, and gently put the drink in front of Wade. Wade didn't see any trace of the apple. The person opposite him said, "I'll show you a magic trick."

"what?"

Dick spread out his hands in front of him, and there was an apple in his empty hands.

"Merry Christmas in advance," he said, "looking forward to your return."

"Is there such a straightforward request for a gift?"

"Yes," said Dick, "the man in front of you is an example. Don't let him go."

Wade picked up the drink, revealing the note underneath.He glanced at the phone number, and teased, "Any new gains?"

"You caught me, and I'll turn it in," Dick said. "Don't give me a ticket, sir."

"Okay, forgive you," Wade cooperated with him, picked up the note, crumpled it, and threw it into the trash can, "I asked you to come out to ask about the police station, but now you are mine. Temporary partner, so problem solved. Thank you, Dick."

"Just for a while," Dick said.

"Well, temporary partner," Wade said, "but I'm still very happy."

"So it's a partner dinner."

"Yeah," Wade said, "not all of it."

"friend?"

Wade replied: "For the time being, you can say so."

"Your hair is a bit messy." Wade reached out his hand, and Dick lowered his head cooperatively, asking him to fix it for him, "Okay."

"Thanks," he said, "otherwise I'd be making a fool of myself."

Dick smiled, and put his hands on the sofa. Wade couldn't see what he was doing, but heard a small sound similar to the sound of electricity.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Dick said as naturally as possible, "What else do you want to eat? Later, I can take you to familiarize yourself with the streets where Bruhaven works."

Of course he didn't know that Dick had just pinched a monitor.Anyway, he better not know.