Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

After my elder brother returned to Bludhaven, he always felt that Wayne Manor was inexplicably clean. It was very different from the days when there were strange family activities in the past three days. After careful thinking and discussions with my best friend , and after reminiscing about how my older brother took care of me during this time, we came to a common idea.

My eldest brother really plays the role of mother in this family!

Just when I secretly told Damian who came to arrest me for my morning run, my younger brother snorted coldly and said ironically: "Indeed."

"Grayson deserves that...why are you crying?" From Damian's tone, I could even hear a strong sense of irritability.

But it has been a week since I came to Wayne Manor, and I lived extremely happily in the days when I got rich suddenly, and I got a feel for the characters of my family members.

My elder brother, a standard kind male mother, is worried about these younger brothers and sisters with different personalities in the family. He has a very good temper. Anyway, I have never seen my elder brother lose his temper-although I heard from Tim that he had a period before. Time is very rebellious, and the reason why I went to Bludhaven is to get rid of my father's control freak.

My third brother hadn't been adopted by my father when this incident happened, and I don't know where he got the news from the tabloids.

But I'm not writing a thesis, and I don't ask for real evidence. I happily ate it like a melon, and I was secretly surprised that my elder brother also had a rebellious day.

My second brother, my second brother who is already an angel in heaven, from the first day when I saw his tableware still appearing on the formal dinner table, I knew that he obviously had an irreplaceable position in this family.Even though he has passed away, he is still remembered by everyone.

That's great. Didn't someone say that real death is oblivion?

In order to prevent my second brother from falling into a real death, I secretly made up my mind to remember my second brother's existence well, and go to the family cemetery to bury my brother when I have time.

My third brother, an alternative domineering CEO, the so-called alternative is that his domineering usually only targets black coffee. If someone wants to take black coffee from him, he will probably be blackened like those CEOs in the novel Bar?

But other than black coffee, my third brother is simply a good person—a good personality, a good family background, a good job, a good grade, and a good figure—

Young man, I am always wondering what kind of girl can capture the hard-hearted heart of my third younger brother who only works.

If the document can be refined, they will love each other for a lifetime, I wish them a long time.

My little brother, a coquettish physical monster, takes the marathon as a morning run every morning, and returns him after the run? Mom doesn’t sweat. I thought at least I could crush him in terms of IQ—after all, I’m older. , A junior high school student still wants to compare IQ with a college student like me?

As a result, when I secretly told Tim, Tim quietly called out Damian's academic qualifications to show me.

Damn, which kid can get three doctorate degrees at the age of ten, doctorate!

Since that day, the way I looked at Damian was very kind and kind, which even made my coquettish brother a little uncomfortable, and asked me in a vicious voice if I had taken the wrong medicine.

How did my brother know, I just decided to tolerate all his pride and arrogance, after all - he seems to be smarter than my idol Tony Stark.

Although the direction of their skills may not be the same.

As for my father, I can really brag about it for two days without stopping, and I can brag about his excellent genes for a day.

After all, this is also a matter of benefiting others. As a beneficiary, my face, which is often called an idiot beauty, is thanks to my father.

According to my best friend, I didn’t know it was okay. When the photos taken by those paparazzi went out, I found out that I really look like my father. Not only do we have the Wayne family logo Sexual black hair and blue eyes—

Except for Damian, I heard he has eyes like his? Mom - but I mean my outline looks like a softer, female version of Bruce Wayne. I thought my dad had evolved to the point where he could only accept his own face.

I nearly died laughing when I heard this.Then the next day my morning run went from half Wayne Manor to three-half Wayne Manor, which I reasonably doubt

My father is avenging his personal revenge.

Damn, I want to report my dad by real name!

Closer to home, while I know my family so well, my family naturally also understands me in reverse.

So when Damian saw my red eyes, I knew that his first reaction was not to care that my gentle, kind and kind sister suddenly cried, but to ask me irritably what I was going to do again.

Am I making trouble? I just feel happy that I finally have a male mother after 20 years of life, and I can't help but shed tears of emotion!

No one in this family understands me at all!

However, even if I have to perform a drama every morning like this, Damian has not given up on my "garbage physical fitness" transformation plan. He seems to be on the bar with me, and he is always unshakable at five o'clock every morning. appeared at my bedside.

If it weren't for my strong willpower, I might have succeeded in achieving the Kinslayer achievement.

"Although, class time is fine, I'm on summer vacation now, please let me go, Damian!"

Seeing that all my escape plans were of no use, I fell back in pain.

Then I flipped the quilt firmly on myself to prevent Damian from lifting it, and wailed, "Why don't you call Dad first!"

"Do you want to compare with your father just because of your physical strength?" Damian said coldly, with a slight coldness in his eyes: "I have already told Pennyworth that if you don't run in the morning, you won't be tired every day." eat."

"Boom!" These words hit my head like a thunderbolt. I sat up suddenly and looked at my little brother in disbelief.

Is that how you repay me for being so merciful in sparing your sneakers from ending up in a thrift store auction, Damian!

Five minutes later, I appeared in front of my father's room with my two younger brothers, carrying a jackhammer with my head down.

I gripped the jackhammer bitterly, feeling like I was locking the neck of the person who made me get up at five o'clock in the morning to run a marathon, and then I let out a little breath.

As I have been doing all week, I gritted my teeth and said in a low voice to my two younger brothers, "What's the plan for today?"

Damian finally didn't look like I owe him 500 billion, and I dare say he even looked a little excited: "Father must have prepared himself, I suggest that we attack from above this time."

"Your proposal is a good one—up what?"

Just after I finished asking questions, I was stunned to watch my two younger brothers sneak into my father's room as usual, and their movements were as light as gentlemen on a beam. I dare Said they didn't make any sound at all even though they were wearing sneakers.

Is this reasonable?

After my two younger brothers groped into the house, I couldn't see their movements very clearly.But in the past five days we have been waking up my dad like this, I have full confidence in my two younger brothers!

However, it turns out that things like confidence don't come too fast.

We obviously suffered a big loss this time, just when Damian and Tim got into my dad’s house less than a minute later, when I was ready to pretentiously call my dad to get him up for a morning run, I heard bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, and then the lights in my father's room came on.

I stared blankly at the door of the room that was only a little cracked open before me. My father had already put on his sportswear, and his handsome face engraved with time was still full of vigor and vigor.

And there are two people lying in a row on my father's bed, and they are being tied into cinnamon rolls by my father's quilt. From my angle, I can even see Damian's hideous face. It's like the cheap quilt was ripped to shreds, poured with cement, and thrown into Gotham Harbor.

My two younger brothers have already died heroically. As their elder sister, how could I run away? While I was trying my best to cheer myself up, I quietly hid the huge hammer behind me, and then revealed My most gentle and kind smile.

But my dad has obviously grown up fast in the past week, and he has stopped eating sugar-coated bullets from his lovely daughter.

My father's smile is gentler and kinder than mine, cuter than me, and more heart-warming than me.

No, you can't be tempted, Roxy, wake up, this one in front of you, this is the devil's lair!

I trembled a bit, my dad stood in front of his room with a smile, the lights in the room hit my dad, and after the reflection, I looked like I was surrounded by huge shadows, my dad smiled and said : "Roxy, good morning."

He said in a devilish tone: "It seems that you are very energetic."

"So try running around Wayne Island twice today, Roxy?"

I'm not, I'm not, don't come here!

An hour later, I was slumped on the sofa in the living room, and this time, not even Alfred's breakfast could save me.I know that today is the end of my Roxy Wayne.

I tremblingly stretched out my right hand towards my father who killed his daughter with his own hands, and a hoarse voice came out of my throat: "Tell me big brother, cough cough, tell me big brother, if I will never see his words again - the murderer is..."

"Alfred specially made a Chinese breakfast today, including the crab roe soup dumplings and shrimp rice rolls that you have been arguing about for several days."

"I'm fine, I'm alive, I can eat!"