[Comprehensive British and American] The life of the villain and the body of the hero

Eames and Dom wake up in a mansion with expensive and clean wool carpets under their feet, surrounded by the old and refined style of the last century, with portraits and landscape paintings on the walls and Chinese porcelain on the cabinets .

Eames reached out and touched the candlestick beside him, then turned his head and said, "It's real antique silverware."

"Hush, did you hear the sound? It came from the dining room." Daum raised a finger, he listened carefully, and then walked over slowly. It was the melody of Christmas Eve, and it was flying outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Flying snowflakes.

As a mansion, it certainly has a matching luxury restaurant for the host to entertain guests.However, the Christmas Eve dinner was shared with the family—the well-dressed old butler brought fragrant food to and from the kitchen and dining room, and served an exquisite dinner to the family staying at the table.

"Bruce, don't you really need to patrol all night today?" The young man's voice was lively and mellow.

"A few days ago, I specifically went to take care of the people in Maroni, as well as the prisoners in Arkham. They will not come out to make trouble in the near future. Sergeant Gordon has deployed police forces at key points." The man who answered had a low voice. With a good voice, "I went on patrol just now. If there is something tonight, Gordon will turn on the bat light."

"Great, it's really rare for everyone to get together. Barbara, don't you need to be with Sheriff Gordon? Oh, by the way, he will lead the police on duty tonight." The sound of him slapping his head.

"Stupid, Dick," cut in a boyish voice.

"Speak like you're so smart, dumb bird," said another voice, grumpy and mocking.

"Fat bucket, what did you say?" The boy was furious, and the sound of objects colliding came from the dining room.It sounded like two people were fighting with items from the restaurant, and strangely, no one stopped them.

"Come on, Damian and Jason are arguing again... Tim, what about the Young Justice League? You know, I mean some alien..." The young man named Dick had a low tone Makes me want to get punched.

Tim sighed, held back his smile and said, "I'll go back to accompany Connor in the middle of the night, and I happen to have some Young Justice League business for him to handle."

"Oh, it's cruel to be alone in an empty room. But think about the second half of the night~" Dick joked meaningfully.

"As a big brother, is it really okay to be full of such thoughts, Little Wing?" The irritable young man stopped fighting and sarcastically sarcastically.However, he didn't rest for a long time before being chased by the brat with the dinner plate.

The crackling sound continued to be heard in the dining room, accompanied by the occasional crackling sound of "cracking".

"Bruce, they..." This time it was a young woman's voice, with some hesitation.

The man replied calmly: "Don't worry about them, Barbara. Let them explain to Ah Fu in a while."

In an instant, there was silence in the restaurant, as if there was some time magic that fixed everyone in the scene.Eames could even imagine how that wicked Bruce raised his lips, watching the rigidity of the crowd leisurely.

Then there was another sound of collision in the restaurant. It should be that the people inside were hurriedly cleaning up the mess, but it was too late, and the final boss called Ah Fu walked into the restaurant with steady steps——.

There was no sound in the dining room. After two seconds of silence, the old man said calmly, "May I ask whether Master Jason and Master Damian are dissatisfied with the Christmas Eve dinner I prepared?"

"..." No one of the two brats dared to speak now.

"Oh, I see." Ah Fu's tone was still steady, but the deep meaning behind it gave the brats a chill.

"No, Ah Fu, we didn't mean that..." Jason stammered and explained.

Dick laughed in a low voice, but shut up immediately after Ah Fu called "Master Dick".However, the old butler did not let go of the incompetent parents, he added before leaving: "Master Bruce."

"Huh, Ah Fu?" The man's voice was obviously more than half weak.

"Nothing, sir, it's just that I'm going to clean up the dining room with my old bones, and it may not be too late to make you a big dinner. So you will just eat some butter and bread, and by the way, you have to go to Wayne Group tomorrow morning Condolences to the staff, please pay attention to rest early tonight." The butler said calmly, and Eames silently nodded in his heart.

After Ah Fu left the restaurant, a long suppressed laughter erupted at the scene.Among them, Jason smiled the most boldly.It was Tim and Barbara who comforted Bruce very considerately, anyway, Ah Fu must not be cruel enough to starve his master in the end.

"Have you laughed enough?" Bruce asked angrily.

"As long as I think that bats have nothing to eat, I don't care at all." Jason said firmly.

"Aren't you going to help clean up the restaurant?" Bruce coughed lightly.

There was the sound of chairs being dragged, people sweeping, and whispered voices in the dining room.Of course, words like "Bruce, don't, don't move!", "Bruce, stand over and let me come" are interspersed from time to time.

There is a kind of person who is born to be at odds with housework, known as housework scum, and wherever it goes, it is like a hurricane passing through, causing huge damage.

The children picked up the rubbish one after another, and some went to the kitchen to help Ah Fu prepare dinner, and the living room returned to tranquility.At this time, Tim's voice sounded softly: "Bruce, did you do it on purpose just now?"

"Yeah." The man responded, "Why don't you tell them to sit down and stop fighting? I know what you and Dick did, and it's not easy to persuade Jason to come back. Besides... Occasionally, Ah Fu can also cooperate with you. good."

Ah Fu's youth is gone, what he misses the most is the time when Master Bruce was a child.So Bruce is willing to be a little "willful" in some aspects, so that the housekeeper can continue to enjoy the fun of disciplining him.

"You have something to tell me," Bruce said suddenly.

Tim was silent for a while before slowly speaking: "I feel something is wrong recently. I am still the same as in the past, working in Shaozheng as Red Robin, but I always feel that this should not be the case."

"Like?"

"You remember that explosion the Joker made at the Metropolis last week? The time he tried to plot against Superman."

"He didn't make it. I put him back in Arkham."

"Yeah, I know, but that's the point. I'll dream about another situation, what happens after the clown succeeds. I dream about...forget it, it doesn't matter." Tim's emotions suddenly rose, but Decay faster.

"You dream that the Joker succeeds, Superman loses Lois and the kid, he kills the Joker and starts the Injustice. You dream that Damian kills Dick, you dream that I lose everything and finally have to summon justice from another world Alliance assistance, you dreamed that the world was destroyed, Superman was imprisoned, and I was killed?" Bruce's tone was so calm that he didn't look like a living person.

"Why, why?!" Tim was shocked.

"You should remember, Tim, which is a dream and which is real." Bruce sighed, "It seems that even in a dream, you still define me as absolutely rational, and let me wake you up."

"Tim, I'm not really Bruce, I'm a part of yourself. This is not reality, but the second layer of your dream." As the man's voice fell, Wayne Manor began to fall apart, and the figures of relatives gradually faded away Then, the sumptuous and delicious Christmas Eve dinner disappeared, but the heavy snow outside the door was still blowing like a low growl.

Eames and Dom were exposed directly to Tim without the walls as a cover.They recognized Pennyworth as a 15-year-old whose eyes and facial features hadn't changed much.

They also recognized the handsome man in the suit standing nearby as Bruce Wayne, aka Batman.

At this moment, the Inception team finally understood why their plan would fail, and why the first layer of dreams would be in Gotham 30 years ago, and they would bump into Batman and Robin——

Because Tim Pennyworth is the third Robin, which is why there is no information on him before the age of 17.

Now that the matter has come to this point, the most sensible choice for Dom is to give up this mission and leave the dreamland immediately. They will definitely not be Robin's opponents.But Daum hesitated, because everyone has the curiosity to pry into the hearts of others.

Dom himself has a knot in his heart that cannot be solved, and he dare not look back into the depths of his heart.He can recognize people who are the same as himself, such as Tim Pennyworth in front of him. He is of the same kind, and he dare not face the people on the lowest level.

"You know we're going to do it, you want to know the contents of the last layer." Dom said clearly, and took out the deep potion: "You want this, to face dreams you dare not recall."

Tim's eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hand, negotiating calmly: "Yes, I want to see it. It's been too long, and I almost forgot... what he looks like. Is it Daum? I know that you will be in trouble if you fail in your mission, so just treat it as a deal, take me to the next floor, and bring me out again. I will protect you when you wake up from the dream."

"Why should I trust you?"

"No reason, do you have a better choice?" Tim tilted his head and sighed again: "Even if you don't believe in Tim Pennyworth, you should believe in Red Robin, he was taught by Batman." people."

Daum licked his lips, and asked again solemnly: "Can you..." Clear me of the murder suspicion and let me go back to visit my children?

"You know I can." "...OK."

Dreamland on the third floor is a cozy small apartment.

Eames was left on the second floor to wake them up, and Dom found himself hiding in the closet once he woke up.He could see outside through a gap in the wardrobe.

On the simple double bed, there were two figures entangled, they kissed each other, plundering the air in each other's mouths.

"Connor..." The young man who was crushed below closed his eyes, and spit out a name he was fond of.

"I'm here." Connor replied softly, pressing a kiss on his lover's forehead.

Tears dripped from the corners of the young man's eyes, and he couldn't stop his desire to cry. He hooked Connor's neck like drinking poison to quench his thirst, and printed his lips on the other's face, neck and chest.He kissed each other carelessly, and called each other's name affectionately and desperately—"Connor, Connor, Connor..."

Dom realized that this young man was Tim Pennyworth, and he did not lose his memory and get lost in dreams like the first two floors.The other party should clearly realize that all this is just a dream in his heart.

Tim opened his wet glasses, he was still crying silently, and he stroked the cheek of the person in front of him.In an instant, all the memories that had been diluted by time rushed back like waves, beating his soul.

Connor's black eyes only contained his own shadow, as serious and focused as before.

"Don't cry, Tim." Superboy was a little panicked. He didn't know what happened to his lover, so he could only clumsily and futilely wipe away the tears from the corners of each other's eyes, but every time he wiped away, more would flow down.

"I miss you, Connor, I miss you every day," Tim murmured.

Connor was flattered by the sudden confession, because his Tim, like everyone in the Bat family, never expresses affection and attachment directly.

"It's okay, Tim, I'm here. I'll always be with you." Connor comforted more gently.

Red Robin tightly grasped the opponent's strong arm, almost bleeding from the grasp.He gritted his teeth and endured the pain churning in his chest. He raised his head and breathed like a lack of oxygen, wrapping around Connor like a vine.

His Connor.

He couldn't recall how he felt when the news of Superboy's death came.All he remembers is that he didn't have time to cry and mourn because the situation for the Rebels was getting worse and worse, and he was buried in endless work, until Bruce pulled him away from the computer.He stubbornly shook off Batman's hand and glared at him for the first time.

Perhaps, at that time, he had the intention to die with Connor, died of overwork for the rebel army, and was killed by the government army on the battlefield.In short, he just wanted to kill himself, finish his duty, and then go to his Connor.

But as time went by, people left him, but only left him to remember the past.Like a keeper of Wayne's fortune, a grave-keeper of the heroes of the Golden Age.

There is no longer a day to fight side by side with Batman and guard Gotham;

There is no chance for the whole family to sit around the dinner table on Christmas Eve and fight with each other;

No future with Connor, kissing each other in the little apartment they bought.

He will never go back.

Tim raised his head one last time and kissed the other's lips, almost exhausting all his strength.

"I'm leaving, Connor. I'm sorry, I haven't been able to face you before. I always feel that I should die with you, but I didn't." Tim stroked the other's face and said gently: "Again Wait for me, please wait a little longer, I'll be here soon."

"Of course, Tim."

Tim suppressed his tears, he turned over and got out of bed, pulled Daum out of the closet, and the two went directly to the balcony and jumped off.The whole time, Connor sat quietly on the edge of the bed watching him.

They wake up from the third level of dreams...the second level of dreams...the first level of dreams...to reality.

Daum watched Pennyworth pull out the needle in his hand with a complicated expression, and there was almost no expression of pain and sadness on his face. He said to the Inception team who woke up one after another: "I still need to see a few more people. Guests, my secretary will take you to the meeting room. We will talk about it after we get there, don’t worry, I will abide by the agreement.”

Tim did not break his promise. He cleared Dom of the suspicion and let Dom go back to reunite with his family. He also paid for the Inception team and protected them from the pursuit of regular customers.

Of course, they were clever enough to never tell what happened in their dreams.

Dom sometimes sees his boss staring out of the window in a daze. This is a secret that only the two of them know - there is someone waiting for his boss in the deepest part of the dream, and one day they will be reunited.

The author has something to say: Some children's shoes guess that I will use unjust wars to abuse the third young master and Pirates of Dreams. Really, Er Madness is such a crazy person?

This episode happened before Tim found the master, so he thought the master was dead.

ps: Pirates of Dreams is really here to make soy sauce, did they say the main character is Tim →_→

Then go back to the main text in the next chapter, and the daily get of Fulian~