Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

Late at night, the Batcave.

When Dick and Tim returned to the Batcave, Dick and Tim, who replaced Bruce on duty at the watchtower today, saw Robin who was supposed to be on a mission with the Teen Titans.

The 14-year-old boy has already taken off his green domino mask, and is looking impatiently at the two people who jumped out of the Batmobile, with his feet resting on the console of the Batcomputer, looking like he has been waiting for a long time.

"Damian? I thought you would stay in the Titan Tower today." The first to speak was everyone's good mother. Today Dick and Tim didn't encounter any major problems. They caught a few robbers, thieves and a few The perverts who were trying to reduce the body, after confirming that there were no suspects in Arkham who had escaped due to the sudden accident in Gotham during the day, they returned to the Batcave in advance.

Dick, who was pulling Damian up by shitting and pissing - no - can naturally see that Damian's mood is actually pretty good, at least if Damian is in a normal mood when he speaks Sometimes I squint and roll my eyes.

"I'm assuming today's stupid babysitting didn't corrupt your brain along with the game, Grayson."

Damian wrinkled his nose, and then said with displeasure: "I should remember that my father told me last night that I don't need to participate in the Titan's mission in the near future."

Indeed, if Damian hadn't mentioned it now, Dick would have almost forgotten that Bruce had let Damian, the only child in the family who had no excuse to sleep out, in order to temporarily keep this little secret of their night from Roxie— —

Or, as Damian puts it, at least teenagers—staying at home during this time except for the night watch.

This might be the reason for Damian's rejection of Roxy, Dick thought.

"So, that's why you don't join our "stupid babysitting game"? "

Tim obviously doesn't have Dick's habit of being fond of Damian. In the whole family, Tim and Damian have the worst relationship. It can almost be said that they hate each other, and only Roxy will treat them The tit-for-tat confrontation between the two people was mistaken for a symbol of good relationship.

"I thought you called yourself, what do you mean... ah, a teenager with a mature mind who can even inherit the mantle of Batman."

Tim said sarcastically, "Secretly rejecting one's own biological sister is not something a mature teenager would do, devil bastard."

"She's a stupid and self-righteous woman." Damian curled the corners of his lips, and he didn't get angry like Dick, who was about to persuade the fight, said: "But I must declare in advance that I didn't participate in your stupid babysitting game this afternoon, not for this reason .”

The 14-year-old Damian is very different from when he first came to Wayne Manor.What has changed the most is his bad temper, which he used to hate when he saw anyone, and he would draw his sword and shout to kill whenever he had something to do.

He really doesn't have any ill feelings toward Roxy Wayne. After experiencing death and resurrection, Damian, like all his brothers, has recognized his father's truest to them hidden under the cloak and serious face Dear family, perhaps it has been a long time since a large-scale family revolution took place.

But he will never participate in stupid family activities!

The Gotham sky at night is almost completely covered by dark clouds. This is the second dark night I have spent here, but instead of falling asleep because I was too tired like yesterday, I sat on the huge window sill cushion , holding a computer and a drawing tablet.

Although I was already a rich man and shut down the drafting business and threw back all the jobs that Big John had stuffed me with.But in fact, I still have several manuscripts in hand.

As a painter, I still have the most basic work literacy. Before my father came to the door, I received several manuscripts because I was afraid of eating dirt at the end of the month. As a result, my father took me back to the house before I started painting. Home to enjoy the glory and wealth.

Although the thing I hate the most in my life is work, but this kind of thing like drafting still pays attention to the beginning and the end.

What's more, most of the young ladies who will ask me to write articles are iron man fans like me, and they are even more merciless in paying.

Because I have cooperated many times, and usually give me half of the deposit directly. How can I keep my word for such a high-quality customer and a fan of Iron Man!

With this belief in mind, I returned to myself.The daily routine of life, that is, the day begins at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. I sit by the window sill and draw happily.

But there are always many unsatisfactory places in life. For example, now, at three o'clock in the morning, when I hold a pen to trace carefully, my stomach makes a deafening protest.

Grass, I obviously ate a lot for dinner today!I have seen my elder brother and third younger brother——

And maybe Alfred, but he must be hiding it well - watching me clear half the food on the table with utterly shocked eyes.

There is no way to do this, please be considerate of the big stomach king who has not eaten a few times.

After hesitating for a moment, I still put down the drawing board on my lap, and then quietly opened the door of my room. There was a quietness outside the door, only the light in the corridor did not reflect so much. Spooky look.

To be honest, although this kind of century-old house is cool, it is really scary in the middle of the night. I am timid, and I even watch ghost movies at night.

No, I can't even watch ghost movies with the lights on during the day and the curtains drawn. The scariest movie I've ever challenged in my life is Orphan... That's just a psychological horror movie!

If it weren't for Alfred saying that the lights would be turned on every day at home.And I am sure that the Wayne family will never be unable to pay the electricity bill.

Otherwise, I will definitely pack a few bottles of Feizhai Happy Water and a few packets of biscuits before going back to the room to fish.

Nobody wants me to leave the room before daylight!

But now that I opened the door and looked out, I actually didn’t have that eerie feeling. The lights in the corridor were fully on, and the red carpet was rich in warm tones, which made my little heart feel a little bit uneasy. So a little scared.

Now in midsummer, after leaving the cool room with the air conditioner on, the corridor was faintly steamed.

And as the room door I opened slowly cooled down, I jumped happily towards the stairs, but saw a black shadow when I went downstairs.

Hastily!Isn't it three o'clock in the morning?

I grabbed the railing of the stairs suddenly, regretting that I shouldn't have run out of the room just to satisfy my appetite, now I'm fine, I've happily jumped to the first floor, even if I rushed back to the room, there would be no ghost run fast?

Maybe it's not a ghost, just a thief who breaks into and steals?

Grass, this is no better!Even if I was pretty good at fighting in the orphanage, and those idiots who hate me at school can fight back and forth, it doesn't mean that I think I can be brave enough to break into Wayne Manor Stealing thief!

The light on the first floor was also fully turned on, but it seemed to be limited to the corridor. The black shadow disappeared at the end of the corridor the moment I noticed it. Handrails, as if this would give me such a coward a lot of courage.

It's really strange, I can ride five or six rounds on the roller coaster that flips 720 degrees, and I can stay on the jumping machine for a whole day without getting off.But I dare not walk through the seemingly super safe corridor of my house on a quiet night.

Am I brave or cowardly?

However, I was stiff for a while, and I didn't see any figure or hear any sound, maybe I was dazzled?

Just before I could make up my mind whether to go back to the room or continue to the kitchen, my stomach gave me an ultimatum.

The hungry grunting sound is actually not loud, but in such an exceptionally empty corridor and room, it always makes me feel that it can be heard far away. Now, even if someone or a ghost just passed by, it will definitely be heard. Hear the loud protest of my stomach.

I stepped down the last step with a broken pot, holding the idea that even if a ghost wants to kill me, I will still be a ghost, and headed towards the kitchen. The road was quiet, let alone a thief or It's a ghost, I haven't even seen a fly.

When I pushed open the kitchen door, the dark kitchen was slightly illuminated by the light projected from outside the door. I groped on the wall and finally found the light switch accurately with my vague memory. , After turning on the light with a "snap", the sight of the kitchen made me slightly open my mouth.

The kitchen in front of me looks like it has been through the third world war, the batter is stuck on the wall like a stubborn snot, there is an egg in the microwave, look.

The pitch-black appearance seemed to have exploded. I don’t know how the dead body of the frying pan was flat and broken from the middle, and it was still lying on the middle island. The pitch-black appearance looked as if it had been struck by lightning.

In a daze, I twitched my hand that had been resting on the light switch.Suddenly darkness enveloped me again, and then I turned on the light switch again.

The darkness was destroyed by the light, but the scene of hell in front of me did not disappear from my eyes like the darkness was brushed away. I even saw the snot, no, the batter slowly moved along the wall. Slide down, slowly land on the ground, and slowly cut off the last trace of reason in my mind.

This is a ghost, this is definitely a ghost, why is there a ghost with such poor cooking skills in Wayne Manor!

I screamed at the top of my voice.I even forgot that I was secretly preparing for some supper at this moment. In less than half a minute, I saw Alfred, my elder brother, my third brother, and my younger brother appear in a hurry. In front of me who hastily escaped from the kitchen, my gentle elder brother had a serious face: "What happened, Luo?"

"There are ghosts in the kitchen, there are ghosts in the kitchen..." I murmured to myself, as if I was saying to others: "Impossible, how can there be ghosts in this world, but there are ghosts in the kitchen ..."

At this moment, I saw the kitchen door, which I slammed heavily, being slowly opened, and the light that I hadn't turned off in time reflected a figure.

My dad came out of it.