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

"Islands...there are quite a few islands near Gotham."

Dick clicked on the controller to zoom in on the sea area around Gotham, and the structures of the large and small islands could be clearly seen on the screen.

"The weather has been bad recently, and the satellite may not be able to take a clear picture," Tim leaned over and said, "It will take some time to find it."

"Landa, your complexion is not very good, why don't you go back and rest first?"

Dick glanced to the side. Since the conversation with Sidra just now, Randall seemed to have been suddenly drained of all his strength, showing a sense of weakness after recovering from a serious illness.

"No, I can help, the speed will be faster with one more person..." Randall whispered, his eyes fixed on the screen, not wanting to miss any imaging reaction.

"Go back and rest."

A cold hand in armor gloves suddenly patted Randall's shoulder.

Randall turned his head and found that Batman had already stood behind him at some point. The calm face did not show any smile from the two days ago when he was drinking and drinking, and the body in black armor was huge and oppressive. .

"But I..." Randall bit his lips, the dry touch on his lips distracted him for a moment, Dick beside him stretched out his hand and gently pulled him, "Why..."

The back of Dick's hand was pressed against Randall's forehead again, and he narrowed his eyes slightly due to the sudden darkening of his vision, and he could only see Dick's furrowed brows and those clear blue eyes - which he gave earlier. When Dick was putting on eye makeup, he noticed that this man had a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, the kind that can fascinate people by bending them. No wonder Ye Yi could have such beautiful eyes even if he wore domino blindfolds all over his body. What an ex.

"It's still a bit hot, Randa, you're too tired." Dick said softly, his tone was calm but with an undeniable force, "Sometimes the low fever will come and go for a while."

"Ah Fu, take him to rest." Tim turned his head and shouted into a dark corner. The silent housekeeper didn't know how long he had been standing there. Randall didn't realize until Tim made a sound. Alfred exists.

The butler in a tuxedo walked up to him with unhurried steps, and said with a smile, "Please come with me, Master Landa."

"..." Randall looked helplessly at the 'bats' standing around him.

No... Are people in your family somewhat workaholic in nature?One more person to help and still keep thinking about driving people away?

"Leave it to us here, and I will report the progress to you during dinner," Dick said.

You were angry when I wanted to leave work early.Randall slandered in his heart, but he didn't have the nerve to say it, so he could only pouted his mouth and lowered his head, followed Alfred and left the Batcave.

He heard Tim and Dick muttering to Batman from a distance: "We told you that before, and you didn't hear it..."

After returning to the manor, Randall was taken by Alfred listlessly to take another anti-fever medicine. When asked if he felt sleepy and wanted to sleep, Randall quickly waved his hand, "I've been sleeping all day. If you sleep, you will turn into a pig."

Randall scratched his hair, sat on a chair in the kitchen with his chin resting on his cheek, and said in distress, "I can really help. I used to be a member of the X-Men anyway, so I won't be a hindrance to them..."

The elder made him a pot of black tea slowly, and handed the tea cup to Randall, "Master Dick had a fever for the first time when he was a child, and he didn't hide it from us. He went out with Master Bruce in his uniform, and got injured in the end. It was better to lie at home for more than two weeks."

"Hmm...it sounds like something Dick would do." Randall tapped his finger on the wall of the teacup, and the overheated black tea made him unable to start. "Has he been scolded?"

"I was scolded for a week. At that time, Master Bruce was a little... more cheerful than now. He would scold him once every day when I went to see Master Dick," Alfred laughed softly, "But because Master Dick sprained his leg The high fever keeps recurring, and every time after Master Bruce finishes scolding, the young master will cry, and Master Bruce can only scramble to comfort him again."

In Randall's mind, he imagined a handsome boy with soft blue eyes sitting on the bed and crying with tears in his eyes. The tall and serious man wiped his tears with a tissue at a loss, and swore he would never do it again. Scolding him, I couldn't help laughing, "Then he still has the guts to talk about me, obviously he has done this before."

"Because Master Dick cares about you." Alfred said.

"..." Perhaps it was because the person who said this was an older senior, Randall's ears suddenly turned red, and he rubbed his earlobe uncomfortably, where he wore it all year round and didn't know how to take it off. The silver earrings underneath are a slightly cool metal touch that is different from body temperature.

Alfred said: "When you are sick, you should take a good rest. Don't work until your body is completely crushed like some 'bad examples'."

"...But that's my sister, I'm really worried about her, Hydra is not a charity, how could Lula be taken away for no reason... She is only 12 years old, lazy and gluttonous, Hydra What are you drawing?"

After Randall thought about it, Hydra could only take Lula away because of the small piece of godhead on her body, but Crowley said it was a human experiment, and he was really worried about himself. The more he thinks about what will happen to Lula if he goes late, the more anxious he becomes, and the low fever doesn't stop, making him depressed repeatedly.

"Please trust them." Alfred said mildly, his tone was like that of an old-fashioned British gentleman, always calm and elegant, with a little calmness.

"..." Randall sighed, raised his cup and drank the black tea, and slowly loosened his frowning brows, "Then can you tell me something about Dick's childhood?"

Alfred raised his eyebrows, "Of course, Master Dick has done too many 'bad things'."

When Dick came back from the Batcave, Randall and Alfred were talking and laughing in the kitchen making dinner together.

Dick rubbed his sore eyes, and walked towards the kitchen. To be honest, most of the time he had the impression of the manor’s kitchen, he only had a dark appearance in the middle of the night when he was too hungry to find snacks. He was rarely used to cooking in his own apartment, so when he saw Randall wearing an orange apron cutting vegetables and chatting with Ah Fu, he was dazed for a while.

"...Then Master Dick jumped onto the chandelier in the hall again. It was the chandelier on the third floor. Master Bruce and I were in a panic, but Master Dick actually swayed on it and laughed...that was him. Broken third lamp!"

"I've heard that Dickie used to be an acrobat!" said Randall, with a soft smile in his eyes, sparkling diamonds, "and he hangs around Bludhaven all day like Like that Spider-Man in New York."

"Hey, what are you talking about about me?" Dick leaned against the kitchen door with his arms folded, one eyebrow raised, "I'm not as wobbly as that kid."

"I'm listening to the history of bad boys growing up, Dickie, you always fight with Jason, and you never let him win, no wonder I keep hearing him scolding you." Randall said.

"That's training within a reasonable range! Otherwise he'll get hurt, and now... I haven't mentioned him once." Dick blinked aggrievedly.

"You said it, you still want him to cry." Randall broke the stage unceremoniously.

"Okay, Master Dick, dinner is about to be ready, go to the restaurant and sit down."

"But Tibbo and Bruce haven't come over yet..."

Alfred said with a smile: "Then invite them over."

"...Okay." Dick shrugged his shoulders, responded, and said softly before turning around and leaving: "Landa, we have completed two-thirds of the investigation, and it will be soon."

"Well," Randall turned his head, he paused slightly, and said, "I trust you."

Randall participated in 50.00% of the production of the dinner. It was not an easy task to convince Alfred to agree to his help. Mr. Butler was warm and polite, or Randall said that since he couldn't help here, he went out to investigate alone Well, it's true that there is a shadow of their Wayne's children being free and uninhibited, so Alfred can only let go, and found an orange apron that Dick bought for Jason to wear.

But having dinner at the same table as Batman Red Robin Nightwing made him a little more reserved.

Randall quickly scanned the dishes he made, obviously home-cooked dishes in Chinatown, the ones that Lula loved to eat out with him before, and they were very different from the English dinners made by Alfred.

"I guess they should be able to eat spicy food?" Randall asked Dick in a low voice. He had been chatting with Alfred while making dinner just now, so that before he could react, his own hand had already been cut. Several green peppers and hot peppers were evenly scattered into each dish, so that at first glance, the dishes he made were rich in color and seemed to whet the appetite.

"Spicy... um, Tibbo is fine, he's tried chilli before, but Bruce..." Dick shook his head strangely, "What's the matter, did you put chili? A little bit should be fine."

Actually... a lot.

Randall looked away guiltily, and for a moment didn't think about why he was bewitched by something that was bewitched by the crazy chili-cutting half an hour ago.

Bruce showed him a smile that was neither exaggerated nor overly enthusiastic, as if Batman and Bruce were two different personalities of his, who appeared at different times every day, and the one who was online now was Gotham's smiling baby, everyone loved it Brucey.

They raised their glasses and drank empty glasses. Since everyone was going to continue the investigation in the evening, there was no wine in the glasses, but carbonated drinks.

Randall took a sip, and heard Bruce ask: "Are these made by Randa? They are dishes I haven't tried."

Dick strongly recommended it, "Landa's cooking is delicious!"

"Wait—no..." Randall raised his head to look at Bruce hesitantly, and saw him pick up half a red pepper with a fork and bite it down.

"That seems to be—" Tim said suspiciously.

"It might be a little spicy..." Randall finished in a low voice, seeing Bruce's perfect face slowly flushing, he was trying to maintain a smile to prevent himself from spitting out the red pepper, but his teeth had stopped chewing , allowing the spicy feeling to spread in his mouth.

"..." What should I do, I feel like I'm going to kill Batman!

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