Dressed in a superhero shell to save the world [Comprehensive British and American]

The pointer outside the clock tower ticked, pointing to twelve o'clock, and a low and melodious bell rang inside the building.

"clang--"

At this moment, the moonlight shone on Tim's face through the colorful glass window, and also reflected a long and narrow shadow behind him that was not fully revealed.He tensed his cheeks in an instant, turned off the monitor with one hand, and threw the Batarang back to the left with his right hand without hesitation.

The metal weapon was easily caught by the person who raised his hand, without making any sound.

Robin breathed a sigh of relief.

"When did you come back?" He couldn't help but complain in a complaining tone, "If I knew this, I wouldn't have to call Nightwing back from Bludhaven."

"My original intention was to go to New York to talk about something, and the plan didn't include staying overnight." Batman, who had just put on his uniform, asked, "What happened? The opponent is tough?"

"It's Damien. He's so bored and you've banned him from hanging out lately, and Barbara and I are at the night out... I think you've been paying him so little attention lately that he feels a little bit trapped by the family." Repelled, so I always want to escape."

"He's still trying."

"After you and Alfred almost turned the walls of Wayne Manor into a second Blackgate prison, yes, Damian hasn't given up. If he ever succeeds, he will be the youngest man in the world Master Prison Break."

"I didn't think about it." Moses said with a bit of a headache. "I didn't mean to stop him from being seen. He got along well with Superboy and Spider-Man, but let him stand in the media and the public as Wayne's heir." What lies ahead is another matter."

"I understand." Tim said with some sympathy, "You are special, and he does shed your blood. People will think that you had a son many years ago, and he was adopted by you. Tan Lai, in the eyes of the uninitiated, this will be the only breakthrough to figure out Bruce Wayne's past identity."

"But you also know that Damian's mental age is only slightly younger than his physical age. He may not be ignorant of your difficulties, but he hopes that you can accept him as soon as possible."

Moses paused: "When did you have such a good relationship with him?"

"I called Nightwing back just to clean up, Bruce. If you say a couple of nice words to Damian, you can go over and calm him down, and I'll do a hundred."

"...I will finish the work at hand as soon as possible."

The matter of raising a child has been pushed countless times in the hands of Moses and outsiders. Even if Damian was not born naturally and is not strictly Batman's responsibility, he still has to admit his mistake, "After that, there are suitable When the opportunity is right, Damian can come before others and have his own study life."

Robin asked at the right time: "So what have you been up to recently? Are you making these coordinate systems by yourself?"

"Barbara was a great help."

Noticing Tim's expression, Moses added, "I think you've invested enough energy in the Batcave and the Wayne Group."

"Well, Barbara is a good girl, especially after she broke up with Dick... No, I don't mean anything else." Noticing the ambiguity in his words, Tim quickly made up for it, and said angrily, " So what the hell is this?"

The Gotham Knight's hand slid across the table, and the three-dimensional coordinate system suspended in the air rotated left and right with his movements.

"It is the coordinates of the parallel universe that have been observed."

Tim had that 'what are you talking about must be my ears are broken' look.

"Zhenglian also provided a lot of help. Through them, I was able to learn a lot of alien technology, but after a few months, I only built a rough basic model." Moses looked at the coordinate system and fell into short thought, not noticing Robin The eyes are becoming more and more weird, "Remember when I mentioned strengthening the boundaries of the universe? I still think this plan is feasible, but the time period and money invested may be more than expected."

Although their universe is indeed a sieve, it is not that simple to fill the loopholes.

Even the very first step is difficult—like how can a person fix the ozone hole if he doesn't even understand the main components of the atmosphere?

"But, I think this is already very fast!" Tim stuttered a little bit, "You can't expect it to be as simple as marking all the Arkham prisoners in two nights, can you?"

In fact, this is not simple at all. Many people can't even tell the difference between their seven aunts and eight aunts.

But forget it, think about him as Batman... Anyway, there are more than one people and things around Batman that are out of common sense.

"You're right, don't pay attention to it anymore, Robin." Batman pressed the remote control on his arm, and the computer screen and the surrounding tables and chairs sank into the ground and disappeared. "We have other things to do."

**

Christmas is over and the new year is coming. Last year's vigorous presidential campaign came to an end. Trump won by a narrow margin, which made the Superman breathe a sigh of relief.

"I almost thought I was going to watch Luther's bald head on the news channel every day."

Batman said objectively: "You are fully responsible for Luthor's failure in the election - he was busy dealing with you during the critical period of winning votes, and finally got himself into prison. In this case, the November election With Luther only narrowly trailing his rivals, the level of strength in our new president is evident."

But in any case, the Justice League has long been on the right track, and whoever is the president of the United States has little influence on them.

As the weather warmed up and early spring, Moses finally made up his mind to take Damian to the stage.This little guy was too smart, and was taught by the League of Assassins to be both vicious and cunning. Fortunately, he hadn't had time to live by Thalia's side for too long, otherwise Tim would never have been willing to speak well of him.

But now family relations are not much better.

Just as Moses announced that he was taking Damian to the company, the boy raised his face and asked, "Do you finally feel that I am qualified to inherit half of your business? What about the Robin uniform? When will this guy take it off and give it to me?"

Tim, who was pointed at by him, turned black.

In fact, Tim is not a particularly tough character, and he doesn't mind changing Robin's clothes occasionally-he also considered flying solo like Nightwing and Red Hood after two years of retirement, and then let Batman himself Go and have a headache with a disobedient assistant.

Damian, however, is very good at making people angry.

"Wait until when you beat me more times than I beat you."

"It's not that difficult." Damian raised his chin and said arrogantly.

"Okay, I don't intend to let you take over the Wayne Group." Moses restrained his urge to raise his hand and call the back of his head, and said to stop this unnecessary quarrel, "You are still a child, wait a few years to discuss it It’s not too late. But it’s necessary for me to let the board of directors see you, to show how much I value you, so that others can weigh it up before doing anything.”

He walked quickly to the elevator.

"Come here, you have half an hour to change."

"Who's going to deal with me? Let them come." Damian trotted to keep up with him, posing as a fighter, "I haven't beaten anyone for a long time, the knife will rust."

"No." Batman said coldly, "You can't take the initiative to attack ordinary people without my permission."

"but……"

"I said no. You promised me."

Damian gave a little 'tss': "But if they want to kidnap me, it doesn't count?"

"That can't kill people."

The corner of the boy's mouth drooped: "Yes, father."

Regardless of what the board thought of the sudden heir who was apparently Bruce Wayne's own son, everyone was an adult and at least able to maintain the appearance.As we all know, every minute and every second of the chairman of Wayne Group's presence in the company is worth cherishing, so unnecessary greetings and opening remarks were omitted at the meeting.

But even in such a highly tense and fast-paced situation, people still couldn't help but glance at Damian who was sitting in the corner and reading a book expressionlessly.

No one would doubt his blood relationship with Bruce Wayne, after all, their facial features are almost exactly the same.

At least they can imagine the identity of the boy's mother. Many people think that she must be an iceberg beauty with green eyes.

After the meeting, the preoccupied members of the board of directors left one after another, and Damian put down his book and looked up and said, "They look down on you."

"Feel it?"

"It's too obvious, why do you have to tolerate a group of idiots absent-mindedly perfunctory yourself under your nose?"

"There are a lot of considerations." The man at the head of the long table crossed his hands and said calmly, "And your evaluation is unfair. They can do their jobs well."

"I'm very skeptical." Damian pouted and jumped off the chair, "When you proposed the charity plan to transform Gotham, except for the CEO of the group who expressed support, everyone was disapproving, and they would never follow your plan. "

"Lucius is my friend, and the other board members put their interests first. This is a game that cannot be decided by a simple conversation."

"I don't understand." Damian was still holding Das Kapital in his hand, "If it was me, when someone divided my interests, I would find a way to get rid of him..." He observed Moses' expression and changed A softer word, "Dispose of it."

Moses has been with him for several months, and he still feels helpless for the child's deep-rooted theory of the law of the jungle. Should it be called the fledgling effect?The influence of the League of Assassins is also too great.

"But here is a civilized society. At least on the surface, people are used to resolving differences of opinion in a more secure and tactful way, without bloodshed, rather than—"

His voice stopped suddenly, he raised his hand to fumble under the documents on the desk, and pulled out a note.

"Instead of just thinking about head threats and security blackmail like gangsters..."

The last half of the sentence was almost whispered, and he frowned looking at the note in his hand, his expression became thoughtful.

The note read: Bruce Wayne will die tomorrow.

Like an ominous curse.

It's like a firm prophecy.