[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

He had a few intermittent dreams, probably because of dizziness and discomfort, so he was always wandering on the boundary between dreams and non-dreams, like colorful bubbles that would burst when touched.

When Randall opened his eyes, he could only vaguely see someone walking around. After a while, he closed his eyes quietly again. The soft conversation around him was once again entangled with the dream, and he couldn't hear what he was saying. Intense fatigue and mental exhaustion made his eyelids become more and more heavy, and he had no choice but to sink into the darkness unwillingly.

When he finally woke up from those fragmentary fragments, he opened his eyes and saw a strange ceiling, neither the house he rented before nor the hotel room... Randall blinked slowly while lying on the bed After blinking, the sense of smell that first recovered could smell the slight fragrance of flowers emanating from the soft quilt, which made him calm down slowly.

Randall vaguely remembered that Dick wiped his body with a towel yesterday, and the 'Devil's Tears' pendant returned to his neck, and the surroundings were quiet and peaceful, with an indescribable comfort.

However, his arms were still a little sore, which was the sequelae of overuse. Randall sat up from the bed, looked down and found that he had changed into a set of fitted cotton pajamas, surrounded by decorations he had never seen before, After a quick scan, he could find that almost all of them were expensive decorations. He was stunned for a while, and met the butler who opened the door.

"Uh... hello?" Randall said hesitantly.

The butler in a tuxedo smiled softly, with a kind of loving tolerance, and his voice was in a comfortable rhythm, not like an American: "Just call me Alfred, young master, don't be so restrained. "

Alfred held a plate in his hand, with warm water and some food on it.

Randall lived to be so old that he was called by the pseudonym, which sounded like a scene that would only appear in a morning drama. He waved his hands again and again, "I'm not a young master, call me Landa That's it."

Alfred nodded slightly, "Okay, Master Landa, do you still feel unwell?"

"..." Randall choked, and said helplessly, "...I'm a little thirsty."

The heat in his body should be subsiding soon, but there is still some swelling and pain in his throat, and once he speaks, his voice will become extremely hoarse.

Alfred stepped forward and gently placed the tray on the head of the bed, and handed him warm water.

Randall took it carefully, and while swallowing the warm water, looked up at Alfred, "Excuse me, is this...?"

"This is Wayne Manor." Alfred said softly, "Master Dick is still busy, but I have already informed him, and he will come over later."

Randall nodded thoughtfully. He did feel in a daze yesterday that Dick carried him out of the hotel and drove him to other places. It turned out to be Wayne Manor.

I don't know how long I slept.Randall rubbed his stomach, only to feel that he was very hungry. The room was covered by complicated curtains, and all the light was strictly blocked from the outside. Without a clock, he didn't know what time it was.

Alfred gave him the delicious waffles that just came out of the oven, as if he saw his helplessness, "It's three o'clock in the afternoon, and the manor hasn't started preparing dinner yet, if you're hungry, you can go ahead Eat some biscuit pads."

"Thank you." Randall took it silently. The fluffy waffles were fragrant and whetted his appetite. For a while, he didn't care about the etiquette. Filling his stomach is the most important thing.

"Call me if necessary." Alfred smiled at him and left gracefully.

Not long after, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, and then the wooden door was pushed open, and Dick in a sweater and jeans walked in from outside.

"Landa, you're awake, how do you feel? Are you still dizzy? Do you want to eat anything other than biscuits? I can order takeaway... Huh, it's okay, the heat has subsided."

Dick withdrew his hand, sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes were concerned, but his eyes were black and blue, with a bit of tiredness.

Randall was taken aback by his machine gun-like speed, and after swallowing the waffle in his mouth, he whispered: "Speak slowly...I feel okay now, and the waffle tastes good too , I don’t want to eat anything else for now.”

"That's good." Dick breathed a sigh of relief, "I've asked for a few days off, you should take a good rest."

"I've been sleeping for so long? It's past three o'clock in the afternoon." Randall muttered, and Dick brought his phone over for him. It was full of text messages from his colleagues who cared about his health. After all, he beat the mutant at the scene yesterday. Almost all of the person's whole journey was captured by Gotham's official TV station. Not to mention how many people were watching the live broadcast, and now the rebroadcast starts every three to five times. Announcements about him have been sent out one after another. Not long ago, he was still talking about him. He was a little internet celebrity who was trying to climb up to the rich and show off, and now he has turned into a fighting beauty that even Bruce Wayne might not even be able to climb up to.

It's outrageous.Randall glanced at the news, and the news had already begun to make up his identity, saying that he was a new type of humanoid weapon secretly trained by the military, mainly relying on his beauty to win... He threw his phone aside with a headache.

"Well, I think I might not be quite sober right now."

"You're awake, you ordered me to remove your makeup for you last night." Dick smiled and said, grabbing Randall's cool fingers and pressing them gently.

"...Is there such a thing?" Randall didn't have a deep impression of everything that happened when he had a fever. Most of them were just vague ghosts, as if he was dreaming. He defended in a low voice: "Because sleeping with makeup will Make the skin condition worse, I am still a beauty blogger after all..."

"Yeah, beauty bloggers are really tired, and they have to apply lotion and cream."

Dick still remembered that he drove back from the hotel to the manor last night, and Randall frowned all the way, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, so he bought a box of antipyretics for Randall when he passed by the pharmacy on the way, After coaxing Randall to swallow it in a good voice, he didn't frown, and seemed to sleep a little more comfortably.

After being sent to the manor, with the assistance of Alfred, Randall wiped his body with a towel and changed his dirty clothes. When he was about to go to the Batcave to help search, he was grabbed by the sleeping mutant. grabbed the hand.

"I haven't removed my makeup yet..."

At that time, Randall articulated so clearly that he didn't seem sick. Dick thought he was awake, but after a closer look, he realized that this might be Randall's subconscious reaction.

Most of the makeup that Randall put on before going out was wiped away by the subsequent rain, but some of it was still there, and when I looked closely, I could find a little mottled traces.

Dick then took out the makeup remover and wiped it off for him a little bit, and washed his face well. Just when Dick thought that this time Randall could finally sleep well, the little mutant grabbed his sleeve again.

There is no such romantic plot as in the TV series, and there is no whispering Dick's name, but he began to dictate to him, what to apply moisturizing essence, what to apply lotion, and what sleeping cream... Dick moved out of Wayne Manor It had been several years, and the cosmetics used for disguise had long expired and been thrown away, so he had to sneak into Bruce and Tim's bedroom under Alfred's instructions, and secretly borrowed their cosmetics for Randall to use.

It sounded a bit sad.

Dick sighed, "Anyway, as long as the fever subsides, I was afraid that you would be sick for several days after being drenched in rain for so long yesterday."

Randall scratched his cheek guiltyly, and ate the last piece of waffle, "What about... Lula? Did you find any clues?"

He straightened his expression, and then asked, "Can you confirm Selene's identity?"

"We are still looking for Lula's whereabouts. The other party should be a mutant with special abilities. The car disappeared not long after driving on the road. We guess that this is related to them secretly sending missing people from other areas into Gotham. The same method." Dick said, "As for Selene...we have carefully studied her file and found that almost all the information about her is fabricated..."

"Is Sidra awake? Can I ask him something?" Randall asked in a low voice.

"He seems to be..." Dick paused, "He's a bit confused. I don't know if it's because he hit him harder yesterday or... the 'silver element' may have sequelae. I'll take you to the Batcave first."

Randall lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed. He had been lying on the bed just now and didn't realize that his legs had no strength. Dick reached out and grabbed it.

"Put on your slippers, and I'll help you down."

Although his boyfriend was not much bigger than him in terms of size, he was indeed very strong, comparable to a mutant like him. Randall was spread on him and was supported steadily by him.

But this posture is too embarrassing, no matter how you look at him, he looks like a disabled person who is recovering with the help of his handsome boyfriend... The mutant with strong self-esteem said righteously: "Wait, let me slow down, I don't want to see Batman like this!"

Dick silently glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner of the room, and said honestly: "...he has seen you when I carried you back yesterday."

Randall let out a remorseful sigh, shook his legs, barely stood still, and then walked out of the room step by step, grabbing Dick's sleeve, and asked as he walked, "Your father shouldn't be the kind who likes to interfere with children's emotional issues." Your patriarch? Will he throw me a check to leave you?"

Dick patted him on the back amusedly, "That's when we elope with his money, remember to blackmail more."

"..."

If Bruce Wayne heard this, he wouldn't have to throw the elder son out of the house overnight?

The author has something to say: Good night!

Landa can have any bad intentions, but she is a qualified beauty blogger.

Bobo with the bosses!

感谢在2021-07-1223:28:49~2021-07-1400:21:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: it's a black-haired witch! 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottles of shore Lululu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!