i spent the summer in gotham

500

Tonight's mission was easier, but he dislocated his shoulder in the process of rescuing the hostages.Damien and Alfred watched him put on bandages and medicine, and Dick robbed him of his filing work, which took him to the manor after all the trouble.

I lay on the back of the sofa, watching my father passing by with a cup of coffee on his tired face and a bandage on his shoulder.I stared at him, turning my head from left to right, "There is a midnight snack for you in the kitchen, you can have something hot."

"Longevity noodles, right?" My father took a sip of his coffee, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "A few days ago, you went to the Chinese Supermarket to buy dried noodles, shallots and ham sausage. If you guessed right, you put them on the noodles. There should be fried eggs, not poached eggs."

My little seal applauded, "Wow, you can infer whether poached eggs or fried eggs can be deduced. You have installed surveillance in the kitchen?"

My father showed a little smug smile, "I can smell the scent of oil."

I made a gesture of invitation, "Then please go to the kitchen and unwrap your birthday present.

My father raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you serving it to me?"

You are really a young master.I made a gesture of refusal and watched my dad walk into the kitchen.

Jason came out of the study on the second floor. He should have just come up through the secret entrance of the grandfather clock, "What about Thomas and Martha, haven't Bruce seen them yet?"

"I'm making a birthday cake for our dad in the kitchen." I said, "I can't see that grandma still has this unique skill. They plan to make a ten-inch cake. Let's work together...

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A loud noise forcibly interrupted my words, billowing black smoke mixed with my father's yells drifted from the kitchen to the living room, I sat in the black smoke, finished the interrupted words with a blank expression, "Share happiness together. "

Alfred, who came out after Jason, showed a clear expression, "I don't remember ever praising Mrs. Martha's cooking skills."

It was a shocking miscalculation, and the fried kitchen was indeed a curse passed down in the blood of the Wayne family.

It's better for Damian not to be near the kitchen in the future, as the family can't stand the troubles of the third generation.

501.

My father and his grandparents, who were a whole generation younger than him, looked at each other at both ends of the dinner table.

The dining table stood in the choking black smoke, and on the table stood a bowl of fragrant Changshou noodles with fried eggs and ham sausage.There is also a black mud-like object that cannot be seen. There are traces of fire in the mud-like object, which flickers on and off, like a reactor that is reacting to generate energy.

This is not a birthday party, this is obviously a supper from hell.

My father turned his head to look at me and paused, "Surprise?"

I held up my hands to show my innocence, and smiled flatteringly, "Surprise."

Ah Fu, who was standing at the scene of the kitchen explosion, was recording the damage status of the kitchen, and he twitched, "Surprise!

502.

For the first time in our lives, we were woken up by our grandparents.

Dick, Jason, and Stephanie and I struggled for a long time last night to bring grandparents up, and we rushed to clean up Wayne Manor, which was arranged into a large-scale feudalism. Superstition scene, before my father came back.

We didn't go to watch the touching scene of my father and grandparents reunited, and we went back to our bedroom and fell asleep.

So the next morning, when I heard a woman's gentle call, I thought I was still awake.

Dreaming of a gentle beauty sitting by the bed and waking you up is a once-in-a-century dream, second only to having a muscular man in a fabric-saving maid outfit acting like a baby in front of me.

"Child, wake up, let's go shopping." The beauty without makeup sat sideways on the head of my bed, saw me and burrowed deeper into the bed, and pinched my nose with her hand.

So I opened my mouth to breathe.

The woman thought about it again, and whispered in my ear, "Bruce Wayne's photobook is sold out."

"What?!" I screamed and jumped up from the bed, "Isn't it still on sale, I promised to help others buy it!"

Grandma Martha looked at me with a smile, "You're awake.

This gentle and touching smile is no different from a devil in my eyes, who told her that I was squatting on my father's photo album?

Who betrayed me, wasn't it you, Timothy Drake!

This black-hearted duck must use me as a chat material to please grandma, I know it!

Grandma Martha pinched my face, '"Let's go, let's go shopping." She touched her face with some embarrassment, "I didn't expect that you and Kashan didn't buy any cosmetics at home, A Fu said today I plan to prepare a family dinner for Bruce, and I would like to make a point of attending."

Makeup is a field that I have never been involved in. I am ashamed to say that everyone in this family knows more about cosmetics than me.

On the bright side, maybe Tom, Jerry and Can Luo are better at picking cosmetics than me.But grandma's request, I can't refuse.

So I smirked and nodded, pinning all my hopes on Kashan.

503.

Kashan and I sat obediently on the sofa, drinking the tea brought to us by the clerk.

With her back to us, Grandma Martha was trying on lipsticks one by one under the guidance of the shopping guide at the counter, and Grandpa Thomas followed behind her step by step.

She held two identical lipsticks in her hand, and there were two red lipstick marks on the back of her hand, "Look, which color looks better

I squinted my eyes and observed carefully, "... Is there any difference between these two colors?"

Isn't it all red?

Kashan's expression was tense, "The one on the top is more rose-like, and the one on the bottom is more orange.

"The rose tone is more mature, and the orange tone is more lively." Grandma Martha frowned and struggled, "Which one is better?"

Grandpa Thomas was about to chime in, "I think...

"I didn't ask you." Grandma Martha patted his hand, "I asked the children."

"Do you need to ask this kind of question?" I said righteously, "As long as you put it on your lips, no matter what color you look good on, of course you want all of them!"

Kashan gripped my wrist tightly and choked out one word, "Perfect.

What is emotional intelligence, this is emotional intelligence!

504.

I didn't know it took so much makeup to put on a full makeup look.

After choosing lipstick, mascara, blush, shadow, and highlight, Grandma Martha was choosing liquid foundation beside me, and Kassan and I lay head to head on the sofa and fell asleep.

Cassian slept more and more deeply, and my eyelids became heavier, until Grandma Martha suddenly turned around.

"What do you guys think of this shade?"

With a pale face and the red lipstick she didn't take off just now, it looks like a clown in an amusement park is grinning at us

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I broke out in a cold sweat and jumped up from the sofa suddenly.

Grandma Martha looked at me suspiciously, "...huh?"

She stroked her face, "The makeup is so strong now, I don't know how to put on makeup anymore."

Grandpa Thomas glanced at the side and said, "That's also pretty."

Almost scared me who eats my hands:

I was like a dog kicked on the road.

Damn, I also have a wife, Duer, you say something, Duer!

505.

After shopping for cosmetics, my dad drove to pick us up in person.

Grandma Martha held the hands of Kashan and me, and Grandpa Thomas helped Grandma Martha carry the bag and walked behind.At first glance, no one could tell that the woman sandwiched between us was our grandma, and the scene was more like a group of little sisters out shopping.

My dad leaned against the side of the car, watching us with deep eyes and waving towards him.

He and Thomas stood together, more like brothers than father and son, and my father was the elder of the two.

On the way back, I got a message from Tim.

"What did you do??" Yaya couldn't understand at all, "I was detained in the company to work overtime!

I was at a loss, "I just went out and went shopping, if you don't believe me, you can ask Kashan."

Tim responded with an angry cat emoji and threw me a link, "See for yourself."

I clicked on the link, it was the latest news report.

"Wayne's illegitimate son appears! Bruce Wayne's status is not guaranteed! Who will get Wayne Enterprises?" "

The accompanying picture is a high-definition photo of my father and Grandpa Thomas looking at each other face to face.

Me: ...So they think my father's brother is coming back to seize power, so the company's stock price is falling, right? "

"Yeah," Tim said coldly, "By the way, they all thought Bruce would be the one to get kicked out."

Although I know that this unreliable external image is just my father's disguise, but, father, don't you care about the company's stock price at all? Anyway, leave me the money that Du'er will refine next time!

506.

Compared with Huaxia, foreigners usually have a richer dinner than lunch.

Today is different. Martha and Thomas will leave Gotham tonight and return to their world.Ah Fu rolled up his sleeves at noon and prepared a big meal with the help of the boys.

While accepting our compliments, Afu glanced at the guilty Thomas and Martha meaningfully, "If the main kitchen is not temporarily unavailable, I think today's banquet will be more sumptuous.

Even though Martha and Thomas were present, the person sitting in the main seat was still my father, the core of the whole family now.

His gaze scanned all the people sitting around the long table in turn, as well as our pets playing and playing in the living room. Even Can Luo had a small seat at the end of the table.

He seemed to raise the corners of his lips slightly, "Let's have dinner, everyone."

507.

Crime Lane, formerly known as Park Street, is famous for the shooting of the Wayne couple, and has a new name since then.

Two men squatted ghostly in the corner of Crime Alley.

One of them lowered his voice, "Did you bring the goods?"

The other person tugged on his windbreaker, revealing a corner of the black cloth, and nodded heavily. "You know the rules, don't you?" he asked, rubbing his fingers together.

The man took out a few banknotes from the interlayer of his clothes, and said worriedly before handing them to the seller, "Is it a high-end product?"

The seller gave a thumbs up, "It's definitely this product."

"That's good." The buyer loosened his hand, and the money in his hand was grabbed by one hand.

A man wearing a red hood stood behind the two of them like a ghost, "It looks like you guys are making some interesting deals, why don't you tell me?"

The eyes of the two big men suddenly widened, "Red, Red Hood!" They hugged together and backed away in horror, taking advantage of the opportunity to see more people behind the red hood.

The shadow of a black cloak stepped on the head of the gargoyle, the man with the bird mark on his chest squatted on the roof, the red Robin's wings flashed past, Robin sat on the wall, the spoiler and the orphan stood side by side in the abandoned On the balcony, diagonally above them, the red hair of Batwoman and Batwoman fluttered.

One, two, three, four...eight nine!

How could they be able to usher in the Nine Bats!

The two traders were completely stunned, hugging each other tightly, trying to draw some warmth from each other.

"I'm just selling pirated CDs, woo woo woo woo!" the seller cried bitterly.

"Is it wrong to have a little habit of a normal person?" The buyer wept bitterly.

The red hood choked, speechless was written all over the shiny hood, "Does it need to be so close to sell pirated CDs?"

He invited people out "gently".

After they were gone, Thomas and Martha emerged from the Batmobile under my protection.

The two old people looked at the place where they stayed for the last time with emotion. The tragedies of the past seemed to be right in front of them.

This is where they die and at the same time their entrance to their own world.

Martha raised her hand and caressed the only exposed chin of Batman, "You have grown into a great adult."

She said, smiling, "You are not lonely anymore, you have a big family.

Batman's lips moved, he didn't speak, but everyone present could understand the lip language.

Martha couldn't lip-talk, but she understood her child's meaning.

Have I made you proud?

She withdrew her hand, her lips trembling slightly, "Always."

508.

After the grandparents left, everyone separated, those who had tasks to perform tasks, and those who did not have tasks to carry out daily patrols.

Everyone intentionally left room for my dad to ease his mood, and even Damian followed Dick's partner to handle the case.

I was also about to slip away, but my father stopped me before I let go, "Are you going back to school in a few days?"

I bite the bullet, "Yes."

My dad walked towards me, his cloak cast a shadow under his feet, like a small impenetrable wall, "You've been here for so long, and I haven't shown you around Gotham yet."

I actually hung out in Gotham, mostly with Cassambarbara and the others, and a little bit with my brothers.

It's true that I didn't walk with my dad.I shrank my head, followed my father, and walked around the streets and alleys with him.

Gotham is at its most dangerous, darkest, and most beautiful at night.

Numerous street lights and neon lights adorn the whole city, becoming hair ornaments on the sideburns of beauties, reflecting those beautiful eyes.

Of course, the route that Batman takes people to visit is different from ordinary people. We climbed over the roofs and rooftops and took a shortcut to tour the city.

Every corner of the city is full of his stories.This is his city.

My dad is not a talkative guy, most of the time he acts like he has no tongue.

Tonight is the night he's said the most to me in all the time we've been together.Everywhere he walked, he would tell me what happened here, what happened to our family here, and what memories he had of it.

Obviously Gotham is not a livable city, but it also looks cute and moving under his memories.

It's close to zero, and my dad's birthday is coming to an end.We happened to pass by a taco shop on the corner, and he stopped me, "The tacos here are good, please eat.

I looked at Dad complicatedly, "If you want to eat, just say so."

"Do you want guacamole or tomato sauce?"

"Guacamole."

The appearance of the father and daughter licking the sauce overflowing from the burrito in embarrassment is exactly the same, and they are definitely biological at a glance.

My dad took a bite of the burrito and muttered, "You're going back, do you have any wishes?

I also took a bite of the burrito, "Put on the horse dumplings and off the horse noodles, forget it, I don't expect you to cook either. Pay money, be honest, I want money."

My dad looked at me hard to describe, he chewed on the burrito, "Didn't I give you a black card last time, you can spend whatever you want." He frowned and thought for a while, then changed his words, "Don't spend it casually, don't Get into bad habits."

"A bad habit of buying peripherals?"

"I have to remind you, the real person is standing in front of you." My dad coughed, "I'm not at the point where photos look better than people."

I shook my finger, "You who are far away in Gotham can't let me in Shushan enjoy fatherly love.

My dad didn't look at me, "You know that mobile phones now usually have the function of video calling, right?

"know."

"I'll call you often."

"Well, I'll charge you more phone bills, let's only charge [-] for the time being.

509.

We sneaked around Gotham a few times, patrolled along the way, and took out three robbers, two murderers, and a pimp.

Today's job is coming to an end, so I summoned Du'er, "Dad, shall I drive you home with a flying sword?"

My father looked at Du'e and me with distrustful eyes, nodded reservedly in my expectant eyes, and raised his foot to step on Du'er's sword.

I couldn't restrain the corners of my mouth from rising, and jumped onto Duer, "Then let's go

The wind howled, the cloak fluttered, and the first ray of light from Gotham morning shone on an afterimage across the city.

Tomorrow my dad will be sure to confirm his reputation as a bat monster, because more than one shot shows Batman flying in the air.

My father opened his mouth behind me, and I heard what he said clearly after listening to it several times, "Your Feijian driver's license probably passed the F1 test."

I twitched, "That's the Nanjing Shisan Road bus level."

Dad: "Flying very well, don't fly next time.

510.

Are we forgetting something?

……

……

What about the Batmobile?

511.

Han Meimei cried to me on the other end of the phone, "This month's performance is all deducted. The Batmobile is considered a thing in the world, and it is a major mistake to bring it down."

He gestured to me, "Such a big guy.

I ate the grapes on my chin, "Jiang must be very happy, does he still want you to fix another one for him next time?"

Han Meimei smiled politely, "Shall I go to your garage and steal one for him?"

"Can the Batmobile be brought up again, and who owns it now?"

Han Meimei said painfully, "In the hands of the Wayne couple, two old gentlemen are driving a Batmobile on Huangquan Road.

walk slowly.

512.

On the day I was going back to Shushan, a loud noise downstairs broke my soul and shocked my mind, and I was so scared that I ran into the living room with my hair disheveled and my sword in hand.

The familiar billowing black smoke, the familiar big hole, the familiar kitchen that Ah Fu just asked someone to repair.

In the kitchen, old wounds are healed and new wounds are added.

In the chaos, everyone was disheveled and disheveled, and they were handling the weapons they grabbed at random.

Dick even held his own two slippers in his hand, as if he could take these two cotton-soled slippers and make two slippers marks on the devil's face if he met the devil.

Jason was holding a figure of Batman in his hand, and Stephanie, who stayed overnight last night, was still wearing a milky white sleeping mask.What was even more shocking was Tim, who looked around with a zombie-like insensible gaze, failed to catch the enemy's figure, and sat down slowly under the steps. After a while, he leaned on the armrest and snored subtly.

A group of ghosts and ghosts stared at the kitchen that had been repaired for less than three days. In the thick smoke, Ah Fu dragged my father, who was supposed to stay in bed, out.

We looked at the big hole in the wall and looked at each other.

I decided to break the terrible silence... the hole is really big. "

Dad gave a shallow "hmm".

Me: "It looks like it's fried."

Dad picked up the smoking pot in his hand, and with a bang, the burnt-through bottom hit the ground, and several colored and unknown objects stuck to the scorched bottom of the pot,... um. "

Ah Fu held his forehead, and the blue veins twitched, "Master said that you have a custom in China to put dumplings on horses and noodles on horses. He specially bought quick-frozen dumplings and wanted to cook a bowl of dumplings for you before Miss Cizhang left."

I trembled, "What did he do?"

Ah Fu raised a mask-like smile, "He just put the quick-frozen dumplings in the pressure cooker to heat up."

It's just that the pressure cooker is heated up a bit.

How did Batman, who can't cook quick-frozen dumplings, survive in the wild?

Do you rely on Superman to deliver food to him?

Jason held my shoulder, "I suspect he wants to poison you so you can't leave."

I said in horror, "That makes sense.

Dick pressed my other shoulder, "Are you still going?"

"Back on Labor Day."

The author has something to say: the text is completely over!

The only thing left is to fill in the pits, okay!

It's a long chapter!

But today I still have to update two chapters to make up, hey.