A retired magician raises a bucket daily

Today's Wayne Manor is very quiet, as if no one exists.

Even Alfred—Damian's cat—has been huddled in his den and not out for a walk.

why am i sitting here

Reed felt that his head was dizzy, he and Tony Stark, who was sitting in front of him with a stinky face, looked at each other, and saw the same discomfort in the other's eyes.

No one spoke at the dining table, the old-fashioned gramophone was spinning slowly, the needle was pressed against the record, and the long and soft piano and deep male voice came out.

Tim was sitting on the sofa dealing with this week's report of the Wayne Group, but Alfred called him to sit down at the dining table, listening to the music, and now he was drowsily resting his cheeks and his eyes were about to close up.

Damian hesitated to speak several times, but seeing Alfred standing not far away, he still didn't say anything. After all, there are "guests" here now. If he says the wrong thing, he may lose this week's quota. Cookies—that was the only good thing Alfred made.

Dick grabbed the phone, put it down, picked it up again, pressed it a few times, and put it down again.

How could the atmosphere be so awkward?Why isn't Bruce here yet?

Dick got home in the morning, and it is not easy for the police station to ask for leave, so it took him a long time to get vacant today.To ask why, of course it is because today is Thanksgiving, and as the oldest brother in the family, he (thinks) it is necessary to promote friendly exchanges between relatives every once in a while (not including brothers fighting each other), so as The initiator of the Thanksgiving family night, Dick rode his beloved motorcycle early in the morning and drove back to Wayne Manor from Bludhaven.

"Hi, good morning, Ah Fu." Even though he was an adult, the golden boy who still smiled like a little sun greeted Alfred happily, and stepped forward to give the old housekeeper a hug.

"Welcome home, Master Dick." Alfred said calmly.

"Is Bruce still sleeping?" Dick asked as he walked into the Wayne mansion.After all, everyone knows the intensity of work at Wayne's family. It's normal before this time, and Alfred always wants him to rest for a while.

"Master Bruce's in the Batcave," said Alfred, "I've reheated his breakfast three times."

Dick heard what the old butler meant, and volunteered, "Let me do it, leave it to me!"

He hasn't had any conflicts with Bruce recently, and Mother Bird has added an old father to her three younger brothers.

Five minutes later, Dick came running from the Batcave with a rare panic on his face.

"Yes, there are two Bruce?!"

Alfred had already gone into the kitchen to prepare the ingredients for lunch, and only Tim, who barely slept for two hours, came down the stairs yawning.

Dick rushed up and shook his brother's shoulders, "Teebo! Bruce is under magic! I saw two Bruce Wayne!"

Tim was dizzy from being shaken by him, he broke free from his clutches, leaned against the door frame, took out his mobile phone and checked the time, "I know, I saw his mitosis with my own eyes three hours ago."

"Mitosis?!" Dick raised his voice, then asked in a low voice, "Is there a video?"

Tim rolled his eyes at him and went downstairs to make coffee himself.

"So why are there two Bruce? Is he mutated, or enchanted?" Dick asked, following Tim.

Tim thought for a few seconds before answering: "It's magic."

"Magic?" Dick was stunned. He had seen people transforming and disappearing, and it was the first time he saw someone who could conjure a second person. "You didn't lie to me?"

"No."

Tim walked straight to the room where he usually made coffee, and when he opened the door, he found that someone was already inside—Tony sat cross-legged on a stool in the tea room, and a tall figure stood behind him, pinching Tony's shoulders.

"..." Tim didn't know whether he should say hello for a moment, so he had to shift his gaze to the third person in the room.

Reed was making black tea, but he looked restless.

Perhaps because the Holy Grail War was too amateurish, Merlin went out. There was no strict distance limit between them, and the heroic spirits could move freely on the land of Gotham.

"How's Red?" Tim asked him.

"He seems a little tired and fell asleep." Reed glanced at him, then saw Dick behind him, and raised his hand to say hello: "Long time no see, Nightwing."

"Uh, ah, long time no see..." Dick's mind began to knot, he didn't understand why the other party knew he was Nightwing, and he didn't understand why there was an iron man named Tony Stark at home. Receive a shoulder pinch from Captain America?

"Why are you here - am I under magic?" Dick was so confused that he even suspected that he was still dreaming.

"But why did Iron Man and Captain America appear in my dream?" At least it should be Superman, that was his childhood idol.

Tony pulled his glasses down a bit, looked at Dick and said, "Because it's not a dream, young man, listen, I know you think it's incredible, and I do, I never thought I'd be in Batman's house one day After waiting for three hours, his house has not been demolished yet."

"..." Dick blinked, suddenly feeling a little suffocated.

Is the vest so easy to guess these days?Why does it seem like everyone in the world knows about their waistcoats?

His lips moved, but he couldn't speak, and looked to Tim for help.

The younger brother patted him on the shoulder and told him with actions: We were indeed exposed.

"A little thing happened yesterday," Tim told Dick gently.

"Strange," Tony added.

They sat on the sofa in the living room, and Reid made Tony a cup of black tea. After 20 years in the UK, his black tea making skills became more and more outstanding, and he was praised by Iron Man.

And Dick was horrified to see Captain America disappear into the air. Before that, the other party didn't even look at anyone else.

Am I really not dreaming? !

Tim briefly explained to Dick the significant events of the previous few hours.

Dick's expression went from puzzled to more puzzled.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" the elder brother questioned.

"I thought Da Hong would tell you that I was too busy at the time."

"Oh...little wings blacked me out."

"..." Tim said: "It's okay, it's not too late for you to know now, you should be needed to replace B's night watch these days."

"Wait!" Dick was used to helping Bruce watch the night from time to time, but he still had a question: "Does Dami know about this?"

Tim recalled: it was six in the morning when they came back from the Batcave, and everyone was very tired. He took Tony to the guest room and then went back to sleep. Jason and Reed also stayed in the room.Devil Cub's wake up time is seven, he'll have breakfast and be out for school in half an hour - which means Damian missed them perfectly and has absolutely no idea what's going on today, nor I have an extra dad.

The two brothers looked at each other, and saw the same sentence of "it's over, we're about to be screamed to death today" written on the other's face.

Tony took the lead to leave the two youths who were in a bad mood, and wandered to find Alfred. He wanted to ask if there were any small desserts to fill his stomach. The butler made him very friendly.

And Reed went back to his room to see Jason.

Jason has been acting weird since meeting the second Bruce Wayne yesterday.

He sat on the bed, this room was his, to be honest he hadn’t been back for a long time, even though he knew that Alfred would still clean this place every day, it was no different from what he remembered, but he still felt To strange strangeness.

The dust, the books on the cabinet, the clothes in the closet, the unfinished book he once put on the desk, put aside with the bookmark, the flowers in the glass bottle on the bedside table are changed every few days On the new one, you can still see the dewdrops on the petals.

It was as if there were tombstones as far as the eye could see.It was like a burial chamber, and he died in it, in the past.

Reed held Jason's hand, only to find that his hand was frighteningly cold.

"Jay," the magician asked, looking at him worriedly, "you don't look well, haven't you rested enough?"

Before Merlin left, he reminded Reid to pay attention to the newly summoned heroic spirit, and the white-haired half-nightmare said that he might not be what he appeared on the surface.But then Bruce said that the two Batmen needed to talk alone, so Reed had to focus on Jason who was not in shape first.

Jason pressed his temples, only to feel a sudden pain in his head, and emotions in his heart surged, as if an unknown fire was burning from his chest.

If he thought about it calmly, he would find that it felt like a long time ago, when he first crawled out of the Lazarus spring, when anger and hatred took hold of his body.

But now he couldn't think of that much, he just felt confused.

"He said..." Jason moved a little closer to Reed, his eyes fixed on Reed, and he licked his dry lips, "He killed the clown."

Jason smiled, but it was so sad, it was more like crying.

He lowered his head, leaned over, and repeated softly: "He killed the clown for me..."

"So you see, you are loved."

Reed rested his chin on the top of Jason's head, felt Jason's breath, the rise and fall of his muscles, the softness of his hair, and said slowly, "I love you, love you now, love you in the future. No It's just me, Bruce loves you too, although he doesn't say it, but I can tell, and Alfred, Dick, Tim, Damian, they all love you."

"That devil cub just wants to see my jokes!" Jason retorted sullenly.

Reed laughed, "God, you know he's Bruce's son, and their twists are in the same line."

"Even if the Batman in this world didn't avenge you, there are Batmans in other worlds who undo the iron from your soul. They are essentially the same person."

Reed lowered his head and touched his foreheads, looking tenderly into Jason's green eyes, "Admit it, you are loved."

The confusion in Jason's eyes faded a bit, and he hummed softly, admitting defeat, "... sharp teeth."

"Indeed, we vampires have fangs." Reed said proudly.

Jason pulled the man over to the bed, lowered his voice, narrowed his green eyes, "Let me try?"

When it was time for dinner, the butler knocked on the door and asked them to go to the restaurant for dinner.

Guests from afar sat silently at the dining table.

And Damian finally came back from school, but when he walked into the restaurant, he was really scared (disgusted).

"What kind of prayer ceremony is this?" Damian sneered, no one in the seat spoke, and everyone looked at a certain position on the table, as if how beautiful the carved tablecloth was.

Damian walked to his place and saw Reed when he looked up. Robin still remembered the vampire who was exorcising demons through the remote phone, so he jumped back and asked vigilantly, "Why are you here?"

Reed: "It's a long story."

Damian's suspicious eyes fell on Jason: "Todd! Are you going to raise this vampire?"

Jason ignored him, and Robin found another thing that was too much for him, and he turned his eyes to Tony, frowning, "You fucking—"

"Dami, don't say dirty words to the guests." Dick interrupted Damian's speech after his fugue had ended.

"—Who is it again?"

"Tony Stark." Iron Man nodded to the kid on the wall, "Great, I now know someone's second identity, and, if you ask me, I want to ask of—who the hell are you?"

"How does Bruce Wayne have so many children?" The richest man in New York, who was about the same age as the richest man in Gotham, asked the confusion from the depths of his soul.