[Comprehensive British and American] Backbones League

Salas opened his eyes and sat up skillfully from the bed.

Probably because he was afraid of his mental problems, Bruce didn't send him to school.

"Hey, Salas." The door was quietly pushed open, and the people outside poked their heads in to see Salas. After confirming that he had woken up, they opened the door completely, and then dragged a chair to sit in Sarah's room. around.

Salas looked at this familiar man, his big brother Dick.

Dick stretched out his hand and touched his head: "It looks okay, are you scared?"

Salas shook his head, still looking at him.

After giving up deceit and pretense, looking back at his elder brother, there is a complex sense of wonder.

Dick felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, coughed in a fake way, and then said, "What's the matter? Looking at me like this? The first day you met me?"

"It's indeed the first time I met you." Dick wanted to say something relaxed to ease the current situation, but Salas said unceremoniously, "It feels like I haven't known you for so long. Same."

"Cough, cough, cough—" Dick was choked for a moment, and it took him a long time to recover, clasping his hands together in front of his chest, assuming a begging gesture, "Saras, Salas, my dear Salas. "

He grabbed Salas's hand and said sincerely: "I definitely didn't mean to deceive you, it's all Bruce's fault."

When the critical moment came, he sold their old father without any hesitation.

"Okay, it's okay." As soon as Salas finished speaking, he covered his mouth with a smile, as if he couldn't control his smile. It was consistent with his performance in front of Dick as always. He was gentle and considerate, and occasionally revealed a little mischievousness. little brother of character.

Dick stretched out his hand to touch his forehead reflexively, while Salas habitually lowered his head, like a well-behaved puppy, exposing his vitals for him to stroke.

Such a reaction was completely instinctive, and Salas didn't realize what he had done until he made it.

"Do you need my brother to carry you down?" Dick blinked at him, "I held you when I was a child."

When he returned to Bruce, Dick was already very big. It can be said that Dick raised him as much as Bruce did.

But seeing Dick's anticipation, Salas didn't want this hug at all.

Dick's eyes were too sincere.

"Forget it, you can't carry it anymore." Salas said with a smile, "Give me a hug, give me a hug and I will forgive you, and then help me push the wheelchair over."

Dick murmured, "Why can't you hold him? He's his little brother no matter how old he is." He pushed the wheelchair over for him, and then hugged him onto it.

Salas gave him a hug, then wheeled downstairs.

Wayne's house has a ramp designed for Salas to make it easier for him to move.

Dick followed him like a loyal guardian.

Today is the first official meeting between the Batmen after unmasking, and everyone is sitting at the dining table, including his twin brother.

Bruce looked as usual, the embarrassment was already embarrassing yesterday, it was a beautiful misunderstanding that Batman didn't allow Batman's son to like Batman, but the others, like Dick, only took off their masks this morning. Somewhat uncomfortable.

But Salas greeted everyone as if nothing had happened, and then rowed the wheelchair to his fixed position, waiting for Ah Fu to bring the breakfast.

His natural posture infected others, and everyone relaxed.

"Seeing that you all come down to eat breakfast on time is really something that makes me feel embarrassed." Ah Fu came over with a plate and said with a look of relief, "Especially some of you who never pay attention to your diet Gives me a real headache."

Of course, because sitting here today is not just for breakfast.

Afu put the breakfast in front of everyone one by one, finally Salas, and then said: "Thank you, Master Salas, your father has never been an obedient person to eat, he will be so obedient only when you come back down."

The word well-behaved sounds incompatible with Batman, and only Ah Fu is qualified to say that.

Salas smiled, then blinked at Ah Fu.

The atmosphere immediately relaxed after the meal, and no one spoke, but they were not awkward with each other.

After the meal, what should come will always come, and Salas couldn't continue to play dumb, especially after Tim came over to say something to him, but his twin brother let out a disdainful sneer.

Salas looked up at Damian, who looked down on him because of his legs and because he was an outcast.

However, there has never been a real conflict between them. One is because although Damian despises him, he will not do anything to him. No conflict with Damian.

But that doesn't mean that Salas likes Damian very much. It's probably due to the natural competition between the twins for nutrients that started before birth. The sense of competition between him and Damian is deep-rooted, as well as their personalities. , experience has nothing to do with it.

This is an instinct, like a beast.

Salas believes Damian feels the same way about him.

So he couldn't control himself when he saw Damian's disdainful eyes, and instantly remembered the experience of both of them being in the League of Assassins.

Why can the other party sit here and fit into the family perfectly?

Salas clenched his hands on his lap.

"Salas, I need to explain to you that we never intended to deceive you." Tim said to Salas seriously.

"Of course, looking back, it's actually quite easy to find out," Salas said. "I think I'm too insensitive. I'll keep this matter a secret."

"No, Salas, I want to ask you, are you willing to join?" Tim said, "Ah Fu needs a helper, and we also need a new partner."

Salas took a deep breath, and then had to admit that his premonition was right, and the nightmare he had a year ago came again.

"I want the latest figure of Batman, thank you."

The shop owner was listening to the huge explosion outside with a calm face. Judging from the direction of the sound, it seemed to be the municipal building.

For the people of Gotham, this kind of explosion is like a child playing house, and he has to go through it every day, so he didn't show much panic, and he was still running his own shop at a leisurely pace—— Yes, this is a superhero peripheral store.

"How many do you want? Let me tell you, Batman's accessories are very popular. If you want to buy more, you'd better buy as soon as possible." The shop owner said lazily, not even bothering to look up.

Regardless of the fact that Batman's reputation in Gotham is not very good, both the media and officials in Gotham are busy criticizing Batman as a different kind of criminal.

But in fact, peripheral sales are the most telling reality.

People in Gotham say they don't love him, but they may not know what they think in their hearts.

The person who secretly scolded Batman might secretly hold Batman's soldier kiss when he came home at night-although it's a bit idiotic to say so, Gotham really has no shortage of Batman idiots.

The store owner had just finished saying this, and was waiting for an answer from the other party. Who knew that the other party directly offered a thick wad of money, estimated to be tens of thousands.

The shop owner was taken aback, not because he was rich, but because of the money...

"Take this money." The man said in a low voice, "You get as much as you want."

The shop owner's eyes fell on the man's pale fingers pressing on the money, and he paused for a second, then he raised his head suddenly and saw a man with light gray hair in a medieval cloak and hat.

His eyes were light red, and half of his face was hidden by his hair.

"Magic, magician..."

"I really don't understand, boss." The magician—that is, Salas, gently pushed the money in, "Why don't you want to sell it to me?"

The boss swallowed, and stretched out his hand to draw a gun from under the table.

Salas knew what he wanted to do just by looking at his movements. Isn't this the one he frequented, because when he wanted to find something, he wouldn't go to acquaintances.

"I advise you not to take out that gun." Salas stretched out his hand and lowered the brim of his hat. The face that was already invisible was even more unclear now, only the exposed red eye Staring sharply and frantically at the shopkeeper, "I'm not in a good mood."

The boss stretched out his hand and retracted it for a moment. Everyone in Gotham knew that the magician seemed to be in a bad mood recently, and he was trying to make trouble for Gotham people.

Whether it's a good guy or a bad guy, he harassed everyone equally.

Few people want to mess with him.

The boss took the money back tremblingly, thinking that he was an ordinary store owner, how could he be so unlucky to encounter this kind of thing, and then he thought back, it was bad luck to be born in Gotham, so he had to close his eyes and wait trial.

But the judgment did not come, and he heard new footsteps outside the door.

Salas heard it too, and said impatiently: "Forget it, you take the money first, and I will get the things later."

After speaking, he turned and left.

The shop owner carefully opened his eyes, and he was relieved after making sure that the magician was not there.

Then he heard some noises coming from the door, so he quietly touched the door, and looked through the gap to see what was happening outside.

Surrounding Salas are people in black masks.

"Magician, return what you stole." The man in the black mask called out.

Salas said impatiently: "I've been in a bad mood recently, you'd better stay away from me now."

He was indeed in a bad mood. For the past half month, he seemed to be venting and troubled the entire Gotham.

He had already decided to go home tonight, but who knew he would meet a man in a black mask on the way.

They insisted on clamoring for Salas to hand over something.

Salas thought about it for a long time but didn't remember what they were talking about. He only felt that a group of dogs were barking and barking around him, which made him calm down a little and suddenly became irritable.

Really, he just wants to go back to sleep right now.

"You'd better return the things quickly." Black Mask's subordinate said.

"If I don't, what are you going to do?" Salas said softly. He comforted himself, treating it as a toy delivered to his door, so that he relaxed a little, "Kill me? You have such a skill ?"