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

In Gotham at night, there is rain, cold wind, the smell of muddy tide, and some uncomfortable rust smells. The faint light of street lamps seems to be swallowed up by the dense night.

Guardians of Gotham... Dick must be blushing if you want to call it that?It's possible, though, that Bruce would accept the title with equanimity.

Randall was thinking wildly in his head as he moved towards the target.

Some time ago, he was called to a subsidiary company of the Wayne Group to take some magazine pictures. When he was in the Batcave that day, he thought it was just Bruce's joking comparison, but he didn't expect him to take it seriously!

Randall, who was just injured, was dragged to take pictures for magazines, and even got an extra agent in a daze—it is said that he was from Bruce's side. The account and advertiser promotion are all done.

Randall only noticed the name of the magazine during filming. Should it be said that he is the richest man in Gotham?This kind of fashion magazine, which can be said to be a household name, can also make him publish it as soon as he says it, which makes him feel terrified that in the next period of time, the Gotham tabloids will become more active in organizing the story between his boyfriend's father and himself.

The photographer and the design director waited with a dark face at the beginning, but after seeing Randall himself, he forgot all the unpleasant thoughts about going through the back door, the little boy who was adopted, the canary of the wealthy family... Yes, the eagerness shown by Atum when he took pictures of Randall is even worse. One mouthful of 'baby, sweetheart', the hot love that rushed to his face almost made Randall overwhelmed, yes If Dick heard it, he would mistake him for cheating on the spot!

In short, it was just a few pictures on the inside pages of fashion magazines, but now they are temporarily changed to the cover of the next magazine by the smiling design director and the editor-in-chief who came to see the excitement.

Randall was very moved, and rejected the request to become a model, rejected the brand's high-end catwalk invitation, and sat in Bruce Wayne's car under the regretful and resentful gaze of the designer—it was just a passing by for Bruce to get off work. But this time it seems even more unclear!

As for the magazine shooting in New York that Tony mentioned, it was arranged by the manager for next month, probably after they returned to Bludhaven.

Now his own income can’t be considered low. That day when he clicked on his YouTube income and saw it, he was shocked, and immediately considered the idea of ​​changing houses.

Although the previous apartment building was very good, it was still a bit far from the police station, and the sound insulation was not good. Lula sang too loudly, and he occasionally encountered complaints from neighbors, plus...well, that apartment was still a little It's too small, and it would seem crowded if one more person lives in it... Sure enough, I still have to buy a bigger house.

On the second day of fever, when a person woke up in an unfamiliar bed, Randall's first reaction was to be dazed. After a while, he vaguely remembered what happened last night. He guessed that this place should belong to Dick. The safe house, and then he was stunned by how messy the room was.

It's not that it's unacceptable, it's just that due to neglect, there is a little dust on the ground, and the seal of the instant cereal is well buttoned, but it is piled up on the table in a crooked manner, and the confiscated medical box is also wide open. Everywhere, there is a weird sense of 'the head of the household can't take care of himself'.

Randall knew a long time ago that Dick was not very good at taking care of himself, or that he didn't care much about his physical condition-the whole family seemed to have this bad problem, and they didn't know how to stop losses in time-from Dick He discovered it when he could make do with cereal for three meals a day.

So let's live together.

In this way, Randall, who made up his mind inexplicably, finally reached his destination.

This is a building that has been abandoned for a long time. It looks like it lost the upper half of the building in an explosion attack.

I heard from Tim and the others that there will be a gang deal here tonight, and the deal is still kryptonite—the stone that can kill Superman.

Randall felt it carefully, and there was no one inside for the time being. He looked around, turned over a tree, and his uniform was waterproof, so he leaned against the thick trunk without paying attention.

The branches rustled for a while, shaking off a drop of water. Randall stared at the entrance through the clump of leaves, and estimated that the time was almost here.

A female cough came from the communication headset, "Yeyi? Are you ready?"

"Uh, um, I'm here." Randall replied while wiping away the raindrops dripping on his cheeks.

"...Landa?" Barbara hesitated for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Are you there?"

Strange, isn't Dick now in love so much that he doesn't even miss the time to do tasks?

"Dick isn't here today, so I'll take his place," Randall said. "It's just me!"

Barbara froze for a moment, then laughed over there, "That's right...he should also take a rest for a while."

"Right, Dick's face has been haggard for the past two days," Randall sat on the tree trunk and shook his legs, "It's too desperate."

"Speaking of which, how is your health?"

Barbara tapped on the keyboard and found a nearby surveillance camera with ease. Seeing that the person hadn't arrived, she chatted casually with Randall, "I went to deal with the follow-up situation after that day, and didn't pay much attention to you. "

"Now I am very healthy and have a good appetite. I can even eat two portions of Ah Fu's dinner."

Dick was awakened by a shaking, and the brief absence of consciousness after being awakened from deep sleep made him hesitate for four or five seconds before shifting his gaze from the ceiling to Lula beside him.

"Lula...what's the matter? Uh, now—hey, it's already nine o'clock!"

He was about to get out of bed as soon as he lifted the quilt, and said in a rambling voice, "Didn't Landa call me? I promised Tim to go..."

Lou tugged at Dick's sleeve and showed him the folded paper on the bedside table.

"This is... written by Landa?"

Lula nodded.

The edge of the paper torn from an unknown book still has jagged marks, and there are only a few things written on it.

[Wake up and remember to eat.

Leave the action at night to me (objection is invalid). 】

The flying font was written by Randall at first glance. Dick squeezed the paper and sighed, and rubbed Lula's hair.

"I see, thank you for calling me." Dick said, "Do you want to eat something?"

Lula nodded honestly.

The little girl is growing up. Although she has been eating a lot, she has not gained weight. On the contrary, her figure has elongated a bit. She finally looks like the height that a girl of her age should have.

Dick led Lula out of the room. Alfred seemed to have prepared it long ago. He left a warm dinner on the table for him, and warmed a cheese sandwich for Lula to eat.

The two heads, one big and one small, obediently sat at the dining table and ate.

Dick glanced at Ah Fu, and the old butler stood aside smiling. He swallowed the food in his mouth and asked, "Ah Fu... don't you need help with Bruce today?"

"With Miss Barbara here, I don't think I need other support for the time being." Afu said, looked at them and said, "But you can take a look together later, after all, Master Wayne asked me to pay attention to Lan Master Da."

Hearing this, Dick quickly finished what he had on hand, picked up Lula and followed Alfred to the Bat Cave.

The large screen displayed the current locations of Randall, Bruce and Tim. The faint voices came from the speakers, with the ambient sound of the surrounding rainy night, which seemed unclear.

Dick remembered that today it was time to deal with those two organizations that were secretly trading kryptonite, and the party was still Black Mask, and Bruce and Tim were sneaking into Black Mask's arsenal, and it was - it was supposed to be his - duty It is to stop the transaction here and ask the source of these kryptonite.

Landa is very good at interrogation, his ability is simply handy in this area, it seems that it is more convenient than Dick.

"...so he just likes red hair?"

The sound was indistinct, accompanied by rhythmic breathing, as if in action.

Dick suddenly felt a chill, and an ominous premonition came out of his head.

"It used to be like this. It can only be said...um, a hobby?"

Barbara's voice was getting clearer, and there was a smile in her voice, as if exposing someone's old story was a pleasant thing.

"Hey——" Randall dragged his voice, "In this way, I still like black hair and blue eyes from before to now."

"Well, it seems that Dick is very suitable." Barbara agreed.

"Why don't I go dye my hair in two days?" Randall sneaked into the abandoned building, muttering in a low voice.

"Does Randa like red?" Barbara asked.

"It's not bad. When I met Ms. Natasha last time, I thought red was pretty!" It just reminded him of Selene occasionally.

"So you're going to dye your hair red for Dick?"

Dick, who finally understood what the two of them were talking about, was stunned for a moment, and was about to interrupt, but he heard Randall continue, "Ah, no, it's just that my golden hair roots just grew out, so I don't want to complement the color." If so, I’m planning to change the color, and the magazine also asked me to consider changing my hair color, what am I still thinking about changing... Dicky is just incidental.”

Dick: "..." Did I just incidentally? !

He couldn't help coughing lightly, indicating that their conversations had now been heard by a third party.

"Dicky? You're awake, have you eaten yet—ah, I saw their figures." Randall's voice dropped suddenly, leaving only the sound of shallow breathing.

"Just finished eating, cough, Xiaoba, what are you talking nonsense with Landa?"

The oracle hesitated for a while, "When did you hear it?"

"...when you guys were talking about how I like red hair."

"Then I'm not talking nonsense." Barbara seemed relieved.

"...So you were talking nonsense before, right?" Dick, who knew the thoughts of his friend (ex) whom he had known for many years, was impotent and furious in the Batcave.

"Uh——" Barbara was silent for a while, and changed the subject, "Landa, there are six people at your ten o'clock direction, and the black-masked person is at your three o'clock direction, a total of four people... Eh, why? one extra?"

"The people in the black masks...why do you feel familiar?" Randall carefully looked at the people coming from both sides at the corner. The people in the black masks were easy to recognize. They were all wearing black suits. There was no one inside. One looks like he can fight, but the other is wearing a hood and a strange animal mask, so he can't see his face clearly.

"Make sure they start trading before doing it."

Dick also adjusted the drone monitoring on Randall's side. The power supply in this building had been cut off long ago. The drone sent by the oracle was able to record the situation inside through the broken glass, so that they could observe .

"learn."

Randall felt the emotions floating in the air, paying attention to the conversation between them... But didn't they pay a lot of attention before handing over the money and delivering the goods?Is the gangster's business so messy now?

Randall tapped his arm with his fingers, and when he heard the crisp sound of the lock of the safe being released, he dodged out neatly, and the invisible force wrapped in strong 'pain' was loaded into the hearts of several people like cannonballs. In the body, the person in the suit didn't even hold the pistol firmly, and his body swayed.

Randall walked over with the corner of his mouth bent, and said to the only man who was still awake, holding a kryptonite box in his hand: "As long as you answer my question well, I will not do anything to you."

The black-haired man frowned, "Yeyi...? What's wrong with your hair..."

Then he stopped his voice suddenly, and all the people around him knelt down. He lowered his head and looked at his "colleague" with tears streaming down his face. The safe was closed, "...how is it you? Why are you wearing... clothes?"

He thought when did Dick grow such long hair.

Randall blinked. "Hey, Jay—Red Hood?"

"Is Jason there?" Dick raised his eyebrows.

He just finished solving the Penguin's affairs on the weekend. He heard that Jason did it, and he blew up the opponent's entire arsenal. The Penguin's blood pressure soared so angry that he sent people to look for 'Red Hood'. As a result, Jason disappeared without a trace again.

"Well," Randall responded, looked at Jason, and then at the group of people crying, feeling a little distressed: "This is too bad, I have to ask for news for a long time, and they seem to say that I can't talk anymore."

Jason wanted to take advantage of the exchange of goods, but Jason, who left a tracker on the kryptonite box, was also speechless. He lightly kicked away the person next to him, and threw the entire safe to Randall, quite disgusted. "You can take this back, it's useless for me to keep it."

He found a rope from his body and tied the people on both sides.

Randall waited for these people to calm down, squatting beside Jason, "You are in a good state of mind now, I almost didn't recognize it."

"..." Jason glanced at him and didn't say anything. He knew what Randall was referring to. He had indeed been rarely controlled by the influence of Lazarus Spring recently, unlike when he first arrived in Gotham. Cranky and irritable.

Randall took off the headset that communicated with Barbara Dick and the others, pinched it in the palm of his hand, turned to Jason and said, "If you want to, go and meet them."

His voice was soft and calm, with a rare touch of comfort, "Ah Fu, he often mentioned you, and he said that you were the first boy who could stay with him in the kitchen."

Then he smiled again, pointed to himself, and said with a smile, "I'm the second."

"Now...is not the time yet." Jason said flatly, he was still not sure if he was ready.

Randall didn't care, and continued: "Dickie misses you very much, too. One day he called you by your name when he was talking in his sleep. If you don't go to see him, our relationship may be ruined because of me. Jealous and turned against each other."

Jason smiled, "What's the relationship between us?"

Randall stuffed the earphones back, and said nonchalantly, "Well, a cheating partner? That's what you said last time, right?"

Dick, who was caught off guard and suddenly heard this sentence: ...Huh?Um? ? ?what?

The author has something to say: Brotherhood is about to turn against each other!

Good night, bosses!

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