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

"So, you're Pluto." Jason held his head and frowned. The traces of drunkenness left him with pain in his head this morning. "Does Dick know about this?"

Roy was still sleeping, his hat covered his face, his legs were under the table, and he collapsed like a salted fish.Wade said as he put on his coat and adjusted the cuffs, "Yes. I told him last night."

"Oh," Jason said, "did he say anything?"

"You don't want to know." Wade smiled at him, picked up the tablet on the table, and threw it to Jason, "Remember to read today's "Gotham Daily". Oh, yes, remember, after I leave Look again."

"So mysterious?" Jason said casually, taking the tablet, "Did you blow up the Batcave? This will make me happy for a while."

"Trust me, it's more exciting than this."

He glanced at his watch: "I'm leaving."

Jason looked him up and down, Wade was wearing a police uniform: "You guys are going on a date? And Dickie asked you to dress like this?"

"Yeah," Wade said, "that's what he has."

Before Jason raised his eyebrows, Colin had already run over and handed Wade the car keys: "Take this, you drive there, go to work and be careful."

"Wait a minute, were you kidding me just now?" Jason couldn't believe it, "Don't think you're Pluto, I wouldn't dare..."

Wade glanced at him, and Jason swallowed all the words.Those who know current affairs are Junjie.He smashed the tablet on Roy's face with his backhand, causing the latter to groan and take off his hat: "What's going on? What happened?"

"Overslept, you idiot," Jason said.

Wade stared at him, he waved to Wade: "Goodbye?"

Roy burst out laughing, and Jason raised his hand towards him.

"Wait, think of something fun!" Roy yelled, covering his face, "We're on paid vacation now!"

"And your employer, I still have to go to work?" Wade said, shaking his head, "Take care of Colin."

"So we became babysitters," Jason concluded.

……

Wade took the elevator downstairs. As soon as he got out of the building, he saw a car parked at the door. Dick was leaning against the car door, looking down at his phone with long eyelashes.He was wearing a police uniform, tall and tall, with an eye-catching aura around him, and everyone passing by was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.Wade thought from the bottom of his heart, Dick is definitely the kind of boyfriend who is very, very face-lifting. Even the Greek gods are not as good as him. He is the best in the world, and such a good person actually became his boyfriend.

He walked over, trying to startle him, but Dick immediately looked up and put the phone back.

"What are you looking at?" He asked casually.

Dick stood up straight with a tangled face: "Bruce wants to see you."

"Huh?" Wade asked subconsciously, "What's wrong?"

"I told him that you are the god of the underworld." Dick said, "and then you extradited the clown back to the underworld... The big news on the front page of the "Gotham Daily" today scared many people into heart attacks, and of course many people cheered .”

"It's okay," Wade said, "I'm going to meet with Bruce and make it clear."

"No," Dick said, opening the car door, "you don't need to meet."

"What?" he was surprised.

"I'll take care of these things, it's really weird if you have to explain everything over and over again," Dick laughed, shoving Wade into his passenger seat, who silently slipped his car keys back In his pocket, he pretended not to have this thing, "I can't even handle these things, what kind of boyfriend am I? The first time Bruce talked to you, I should know, but I didn't find out, so I let you face it alone Yeah. It's not necessary at all. I'll just do it."

"All inclusive?"

"I'll pay ten if I fake it," Dick whispered to him, "and no returns."

"What will he do to you?" Wade asked, "You are in a relationship with a non-human, and this non-human doesn't obey the rules."

"You're the most disciplined god I've ever met," Dick said, glancing at him as he drove. We're in love."

Wade's eyes moved to Dick.

"Repeat your last sentence?" he said, sitting in the passenger seat with folded arms. "Don't you keep reminding me how rich your relationship history is. How many non-human girlfriends have you had in the past?"

——This is, together, a proposition.

All Dick could do was to give Wade a flattering smile, and decisively handed in a blank paper.

When they arrived by car, the BAU team had been waiting for them for a long time. The Bluhaven Police Station was busy, with a constant flow of people coming in and out, and phone calls and sirens sounding one after another. Obviously, this is the norm in a chaotic city.

"You don't need to introduce yourself, do you?" Reid walked up to him and said, "We are from the BAU, the FBI branch, and we are here to investigate a serial murder case in Bluhaven. This is Wade, my friend, and the other is Officer Grayson."

The tall man nodded at them.

"I'm Gordon, nice to meet you. Rhett, introduce the situation to them. I'll go to the forensics room first." After Gordon finished speaking, he immediately walked out, squeezed through the crowds of the Bluhaven Police Station, and disappeared in the In the eyes of everyone.

Reid said helplessly: "We are very busy."

Wade nodded: "Understood."

Dick asked, "Is this your friend? From college?"

"Let's put it this way..." Wade thought to himself, Reid had no doubts about his appearance, so there was no accident, he was resurrected in Wade's body...

Forget it, don't think about it anymore, they were originally alone.

"And I know you," Rhett smiled, "The person who robbed Vigilante Yeyi of her boyfriend, Wade found her boyfriend."

"The first title is fine," said Dick, "just the second one."

Wade couldn't help laughing too.

"Are you really cheating?" he asked.

Wade's smile faded away.That's the trouble with boyfriends having double identities.Dick laughed heartlessly.

"Here is the information," Reid coughed, and handed it to Wade with a suppressed smile, who then handed it to Dick, "Information about this serial killing."

Dick opened it and took a look, and Wade leaned over.

"Cigarette, there's a roll of paper next to the body," Dick mused. "It's a kind of Gotham smoke. The cigarettes sold in the market are not as strong, and it's only in the black market, so it's an underground gangster." members' supplies."

Reid glanced at Dick: "This is the same as the result of our investigation, the killer is from Gotham."

"But why in Bloomhaven?" he asked, "because the mastermind is here?"

Rhett nodded.

Suddenly, there was a commotion from their side. The operator's phone rang and was picked up. After a while, the policeman hung up. He turned his face and said, "Someone called the police at the West City Apartment on Ninth Avenue. A suspicious-looking man came out of a second-floor room, and she found the body." He smiled at Wade, who picked up the man's name from memory.

—Mike, Dick's old partner.A strange feeling flashed in Wade's heart.

"Protect the witnesses," said Dick, loading the gun at his waist and covering it with his coat. "Let's go and see."

"Wait a minute, the evidence hasn't been analyzed yet," Rhett stopped them, thinking for a while and said, "It's about the serial killer organization."

"It's not too late, we'll be back soon." Dick said, "Bruhaven will receive calls every minute, and focus on one thing. This doesn't mean that other things are not important."

He gave Wade a hand: "Let's go."

"Oh," he recovered, "OK."

But Mike stopped him suddenly: "How's your stay at the police station?"

Wade frowned, because the meaning contained in these words was too intimate, and even deeper, hidden a trace of temptation.He and Dick's former partner relationship was not familiar, so this sudden concern seemed strange.

"What? Are you starting to care about the new members?" Dick joked, defusing the situation skillfully, "He hasn't come to work for a long time, I guess you should ask him how the police station is like, just like visiting, You know, the leader inspects—"

Wade gave him a hand: "The leader needs to take you away."

Dick pretended to be helpless and let himself be dragged out of the police station by Wade.As soon as he went out, Dick whispered in Wade's ear, "I think Mike is weird."

"Me too," he said. "It's not that the greeting makes me feel weird, it's just...a gut feeling, a vibe."

Wade was about to look at his "crime" just now, but suddenly remembered that this was a public place, he didn't want others to see his eyes turn black, unlike a human being, so he was useless.

"Maybe we're thinking too much," Dick shrugged, opened the car door, and got in. "His sister Anne has been ill recently, so she's emotionally unstable, so it's okay to behave strangely."

"Sister?" Wade walked around to the other side of the car and got into the co-pilot, "Annie?"

"Anistora, that's the name," Dick said, helping him fasten his seat belt. "Let's go! Ninth Avenue."

"When you put it that way, I feel like a Boy Scout."

"Wade," Dick said, "don't talk like Jason. He's a bad example."

Dick hummed to the sound of the police car's horn.

"Dick," Wade said suddenly, "did Batman teach you to sing?"

Dick coughed.

"No," he said, "how could it be?"

"Oh, no wonder."

Dick vaguely felt that he was rejected.Since he established a relationship with Wade, he feels more and more that he is no longer his little baby.

"Do you know the bird language?" he said, "Not the one I sing."

"what?"

Dick paused, and suddenly blew out a few bird songs from his mouth, which were clear and sweet, and he turned the tone of the voice around and changed several keys, so that it could almost be confused with the real one.

"Wow," Wade couldn't help saying, looking at Dick and grabbing his arm. "What's this? What are you talking about?"

"Car, car, car!" Dick yelled, and Wade nearly drifted their police car out of place. "I'll tell you."

Wade let go of his hand in embarrassment, and looked at Dick with bright eyes: "How did you do this?"

"This is the 'Robin Code', something similar to a whisper." Dick proudly said, "I invented it with Jason, and everyone uses it. Tim knows it, and Damian knows it too."

"You use this to send messages?" He asked curiously, "How to tell?"

……

The communication instruments are modern technology, but occasionally the Robins get stuck in one way or another and cannot deliver a message.Once, it was just a product of Dick's boredom when he was Robin.He used to live in a circus, where there were not only elephants, lions, but also all kinds of colorful birds.Then he left the circus and came to Wayne Manor to become the first Robin.Batman is a dull guy in a way, and Dick knew him early on, when Bruce was laughing now and then and less defensive.Things got more and more complicated in Gotham, and the burden of responsibility on Batman became heavier and heavier, and he gradually stopped joking with Dick.

Dick was a man who could easily enjoy himself in dull situations.They patrol the sky above Gotham city together at night, and on a day when the city is less troublesome, they end their night patrol early so that Dick and Batman can be alone for a while on the gargoyle.At times like this Dick could put his head on Bruce's shoulder and lean back against his titular father, pretending that they were a normal father and son pair with a slightly weird hobby.The tight-fitting father and son who love cosplay always appear at night, and the young him suppressed his laughter.

His Robin's cape is like a bright yellow color, the finishing touch painted on the dark canvas of Gotham, Batman's black cape and his tail fly in one direction.Dick likes the night sky of Gotham very much. Those beautiful assembled colors and free and wild air create the magnificent fragrance unique to this evil city. The innocence of a girl is only sold for a good price at night.But he's always been good at finding something less annoying in the disgusting.So Dick loves Gotham, not the superficial stuff that tourists wear on T-shirts.

"It's like there's nothing alive in Gotham," he muttered to Batman. "No birds."

"Robin," Batman said in that hoarse, menacing voice, "you're the mockingbird."

Bruce is not the kind of person who can express his feelings straightforwardly. If he calls someone in a bat suit, the other party will even think that there is a cloud of air on the other end of the phone, and if something really makes Bruce feel restless, it will It's a very, very tricky mess.So Dick reluctantly accepted his consolation.

"Well, I actually have some special talents," Dick said as briskly as possible.

His mentor glanced at him.

"Don't be clever," he said in a low voice, like a puff of smoke, "Last time you said you could walk a tightrope, but you almost fell on the floor covered with infrared detection."

"Don't mention that," Dick said.That was last week.

He blew a few birdsong directly, making Batman look sideways.

"I'm going to develop this into my own vocabulary... cool..." Dick said.

He just didn't expect that there would be so many family members later, and this gradually became a means of communication between Robins.During a Young Justice operation, it was this trick that allowed him to pass the message to Tim and avert a catastrophe.Only people in their family understand, and only they can know, and Wade, of course, can also participate in them.

……

"It's easy to learn. If you want to learn, I'll teach you slowly. Anyway, we still have a long time." Dick escaped from the memory, he snickered, feeling that he finally regained the dignity of his boyfriend, "Guess what this means?"

Dick chirped a few more times, softly listening.Wade shook his head.

"'Don't leave me,'" he said. "It's very simple. I'll do it again."

Wade tentatively followed suit.

"Well, you're good," Dick admired. "And this one?" He blew a bird song as he turned the steering wheel.

"What do you mean?" Wade asked.

Dick blew at him several times with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"This is 'I...'" Dick stopped talking suddenly, and said mysteriously, "I'll tell you next time."

"You're cheating," Wade said.

Dick said immediately, "Can't hear you." He pulled over and said, "Here we are."

"Tell me."

"It's useless." Dick covered his ears pretendingly, "You're going to make fun of me again. So the answer is, no."

Wade came to break his hands covering his ears, Dick turned and pressed him on the seat.Their eyes met and Dick kissed him.

"I'll tell you next time, when I'm ready." He said, opened the car door, and slipped out.

Wade was stunned for a long time, and he rushed out of the car door: "I said, don't attack suddenly!"

Because of his strength, the car flew up and hung in the air.Dick let out an "ah" and threw himself back on the car, looking left and right: "People will see it."

Wade belatedly lowered the car back into place, sending Dick back to the ground, shaking the candy out of his pockets.Wade took a step forward and picked it up: "Fruit flavor? No wonder you gave me candy at that time. So you carried it with you."

Dick said, "It's delicious." He put the candy back into his pocket, thought for a while, gave half of it to Wade, put it in his pocket, and patted it with his hand.

"Let's go." He glanced at the corridor. No one came to block the scene. They were the first policemen to show up here. "We have to work."

A drop of water fell on Dick's upturned cheek, and he blinked: "It's raining."

The sky quickly darkened, dark clouds covered the day, and the light was swallowed up bit by bit.

In fact, no one stayed on this road, and the scattered pedestrians disappeared.The unlit apartment looked like a black hole to their gaze.Wade randomly thought about the stolen manhole cover, or the broken flower branch, everything that was destroyed.The sticky feeling climbed up his wrist and slid into his palm.Almost all the street lamps on this road were broken, only one was left hanging in the air, like a magic gem inlaid on a different time and space gate ready to be opened at any time.The old newspapers were blown up by the wind and stuck to the base of the wall and in the shadows one by one, the corridor became lower and deeper, darkness and whispers lurked into Wade's heart together.The light and shadow of a gloomy rainy night suddenly fell into the sky above Bruhaven, which was a pale moon.

"It's not raining," Wade said. "Someone led us here on purpose."

The scene in front of them has taken off the outer shell visible to the naked eye, revealing the decayed inner part, and in an instant, day turns into night.Mixed with the smell of rotten food that seemed to have been there for several nights and the hot dog-wrapped newspaper, the rain slid into the corridor in front of them, lighting up the small patchwork of poor-quality yellowed paper.It crouched dejectedly on the wall that just closed the door, like a ghost from the past, looking at the two of them coldly.

Dick hung up the communicator.

"No signal," Dick said, pinning it back on his belt. "Where is this? It's not like Ninth Street."

The tail of something flashed through Wade's mind.

"Anistora, 'the one who gave the gift', that's another name for Pandora," he realized belatedly, "Damn it, Mike is Epimetheus."

Dick was surprised: "Why?"

"No wonder," Wade mused, "my power is not fully awakened, I can't feel the existence of other gods, but they can. So, he found me, just like Lucifer."

Dick paused: "So, are there any normal humans in the police station?"

He had never realized that he was surrounded by God.

"So, this is God's world now?" Dick asked again, complaining, "What are they trying to do to you?"

Wade didn't speak, he took a step forward, and read the corridor entrance under the faint moonlight, a rough A4-sized piece of paper with rough edges that was wet and crumpled.After he saw it clearly, a shadow and anger flashed in his eyes.Dick came up, took off the advertisement sheet stuck on the wall, and held it in front of his eyes to read it clearly.However, he didn't need to read the handwriting clearly to recognize the big picture.

His parents, dressed in circus costumes, smile and hold their arms outstretched like two birds in flight.

——The "Flying Grayson" family brings you the most exciting circus night ever!

"Today is your first time on the court, Dick," his mother gently stroked the top of his head with both hands, "you are going to be a real Grayson boy!"

"Should I also give myself a stage name?" the past he asked.

"Robin, how are you? My little robin." She kissed his forehead, "Get ready, the show is about to begin."

……

Dick's hands trembled, he controlled himself, took a deep breath, and tried to make his voice sound less strange: "In other words, we are now in a different world with chaotic time and space?"

"No, it's all fake. It's not about me, Dick," Wade said furiously. "This is the world weaved for you."

They discovered his weakness.The weaving of dreams comes from Hypnos, the god of sleep, and even gods cannot get rid of his hypnotic power.But Hypnos?Where did he get the guts?

—The performance date is tonight.This is a show that was made more than ten years ago, but it appeared in the present out of thin air.Bustling people began to appear on the street, but they were all transparent, their faces could not be seen clearly, and they laughed strangely.And the rain-crumpled edge of the leaflet, like the folds of a Victorian lady's skirt, is seductive and suggestive, like an invitation letter, looking mockingly at Dick.The feeling of pain flashed by, so fast that he even thought it was an illusion.Dick curled up his palms and stuck the paper to his palms, biting his lower lip so painfully with his teeth that he didn't let go until it was bleeding, and beads of blood oozed out of his lips.

At the same time, Dick felt as if he saw a pair of sharp green eyes flashing by the window on the first floor, as if someone was watching him.It was the wall through which streetlights could not penetrate, and belonged to a 5-foot-6 black shadow standing by the window.

He yelled in disbelief: "Jason?!"

He would not be mistaken, it was his younger brother, a boy in his teens who had just arrived at Wayne Manor.

"Dick," Wade said, "everything you see is an illusion."

"Then let me see what they want to do."

Dick took a deep breath, and walked into the dark corridor with anger in his heart.