Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

I think either I am crazy or my father is crazy.

Anyway, one of the two of us must be abnormal.Otherwise, how could I happily play games in the room for half a day, and then my father broke into my room and threw me into the Rolls-Royce with a tow rack.

Is there anything going on today?

I sat blankly in the luxury car, with my father and my third brother sitting on each side, blocking my escape route.

They won't be because I quarreled with Damian again today, they can't swallow this breath of getting up no matter what they think, and they are going to get me out now!

No, I haven't enjoyed all the glory and wealth - I haven't even driven my dad's luxury car with my own hands!

Thinking and worrying about my future life made me fall into confusion. I didn’t even hear my dad calling until Tim, who was sitting on my left, hit my ribs with his elbow. I just came back to my senses.

"Loxy, did you hear that?" As soon as I came back to my senses, I heard my father ask in a low voice, shit, of course I didn't hear it, why are you talking a lot while he is in a daze.

But the current atmosphere is really the most serious since I returned to Wayne Manor.So I nodded my head nah, even though I wasn't listening to my dad at all, and didn't even know if it was him or Tim who was talking just now.

At this time, it is still perfunctory, and then find an opportunity to ask my third brother.

I don't know how my wishful thinking was seen through by my father. He didn't even tentatively ask what he was talking about just now. Instead, he sighed and repeated it again. This time I finally understood: " Is there any discomfort in your body?"

uncomfortable place?No?Why are you asking this all of a sudden?

Obviously there was no such problem this week, why suddenly today... Then I suddenly thought of it, the biggest change I encountered today.I was still chatting with my girlfriends before I met each other.

On the phone, my girlfriend mentioned free fighting, and in order to stop my girlfriend from endlessly preaching, I mentioned my injury.

Grass, if there is any difference, isn’t it that Tim’s friend almost finished listening to my girlfriend and I’s chatting in the tree?

He also asked me if I knew how to kickbox, he must have heard me mention my old injury.

I shrugged helplessly. In fact, there is nothing to talk about about this incident. I can't blame normal people for the cause of the incident.

Can only blame the aliens.

My father seemed helpless to my silence, he spoke again in a low voice: "Loxy."

"Uh..." In fact, I don't know what I want to say. It has been more than two years for me, and people should always look forward. The fact now is that the injury I suffered has already Can't support me to continue learning free kickboxing.And there is no need for my life to be trapped in such a dream.

Self-pity is not my style.

"Here we are..." At this moment, my good brother Tim broke the eerie silence in the car.

If he was my own brother, I would have kissed him hard on the face several times, but since there is no real blood relationship between the two of us, I decided to change this slightly out-of-bounds kiss into a hug.

So it was decided that I must give my brother a huge hug where my father didn't see it.After all, the silence and quiet here are too confusing.

Even me, a social bully, was a little overwhelmed.

My dad's super expensive car was parked outside a clinic, and I thought he was going to take me to a big hospital like Gotham General, but it turned out to be a clinic.

My dad obviously noticed my questioning expression. He opened the door and said, "This is a clinic run by Dr. Tompkins. He is our personal doctor. I have already made an appointment."

Oh, yes, rich people in TV series seem to be more inclined to have their own doctors come to see them than large hospitals.

Standing in front of the clinic, I hesitated, like—like my wrist, which hadn't hurt for two years, began to tremble uncontrollably again.

In fact, wounds like ligaments will no longer hurt after a period of rest, and daily life and work will not be affected.

But sports is different. There are many fighters who get injured and retire. I just can't fight anymore.

I stood at the door of the clinic, as if I was facing a dream I had never given up in the past.

Three hours later, I sat blankly in my room.No one but myself knew how broken I was.

Grass, my wrist ligament is damaged, not some enamel doll that is easy to break.

What's more, my father obviously loves extreme sports very much. According to the reports I read in the past, he often even fell himself black and blue because of skydiving, rafting, rushing through the forest, and night skiing. Don't have such a double standard!

As for Alfred, he was even more exaggerated. The old housekeeper showed Alfred disapproval to me after we got home together an hour ago, and after my father said a long series of words to him seriously. Expression: "Miss Roxy, I thought it was common sense to see a doctor if you were injured."

"I don't have medical insurance, and it's not a serious injury..." I protested softly. At that time, I didn't see a doctor because I didn't have money. It was the first year when I went to New York, and I wasn't used to it. There were many disasters, and I had to fight a few times when I was leading people to avoid aliens, and then I was thrown out.

At that time, my whole body hit the asphalt and steel plate directly, and I should have laughed if I didn't have a bloody head. The multiple soft tissue bruises on my body were not a problem at all.

And at that time, if I hadn't held back the pain and ran fast, the big green man in the Avengers would have pressed on me in five seconds and trampled me into a meatloaf.

How many people died in that disaster, how many people were left homeless, and how many people lost their hands and legs.

Even if several companies and foundations have established post-disaster disaster reconstruction funds, and people injured in the disaster can receive free medical assistance, it is impossible for me to add trouble at that time.

People with broken arms and legs are almost filling all the hospitals in New York.

"Miss Roxy!" Under my lack of confidence to retort, Alfred looked as if he was furious, I flinched a bit, and then my father packed him up and took him back to his room.

No, I'm really not hurt!

But my dad apparently didn't take my assurances very seriously, and he grounded me before he left - not strictly speaking -

Just to prevent me from going to downtown Gotham without the company of other family members, I was silent for a few seconds and then protested softly: "Damian can go to the streets by himself, why should I—"

"Damian's better than Dick." My dad interrupted, but I didn't believe it at all!

My eldest brother has arrested dozens of vicious criminals in the name of a tough policewoman, and he has been praised several times in Bludhaven. He is a rising star in the police circle. How could he not be able to beat that brat Damian? .

Damian can run away a little at best!

My distrust was clearly seen by my father.So he added an additional clause to such a ban.

"If you can beat Damian, then I don't care what you do in the future."

Grass, it means that I can stay up late as much as I want, I don’t run in the morning if I don’t want to run in the morning, and I drive a luxury car on the street if I want to drive it!

My father looked at me and shook his head, and then said with a tired look: "Tim and I have something to go to the company, remember our agreement, Roxy."

After my father left, I picked up the X-ray report that was on my desk. According to Dr. Leslie Tompkins' diagnosis, my right wrist and left knee were severely hit, and the ligament damage was delayed due to treatment— —or, rather, without treatment at all—relationships that have formed old wounds leave behind hidden dangers.

To be honest, this looks really shocking.But other than not being able to punch hard, I didn't really think much about the wounds.

So after about 10 minutes, I happily picked up my cell phone and dialed.

"Speak..." My little brother's ruthless voice came from the other end of the phone, it sounded a little distant, and the next second, I heard a heavy blow, accompanied by the sound of something being knocked down , rang from the far end of the phone.

"Damian, where are you?" I asked a little puzzled, didn't Damian say he was going to the metropolis to find his "stupid friend" to complete "stupid summer homework"?

Although I don't know why he, a person with three doctoral degree certificates, wants to enter an ordinary high school. Is he going to enjoy the pleasure of crushing his peers?

"I said it's okay, don't call me casually, I'm in Metropolis." Damian said impatiently on the other end, but I've always known my brother's arrogance.

So I didn't pay too much attention to it, and I said happily: "When will you get home today, let's have a duel with my sister, just to show my dad."

"Why..." My brother is probably the only one who can make the question look like an affirmative sentence.

But as a thick-skinned sister, how could I cover up the fact for my own self-esteem: "Dad said that if I can put you down, I can go to the streets by myself."

"Hmph..." My younger brother snorted coldly, left a sentence and hung up the phone: "Nine o'clock, the fighting arena in the side house."

That's right, there's no such thing as grounding!Even if I haven't practiced for more than two years, the muscle memory of fighting will not disappear. I know how to punch and when to punch, let alone Damian, I think I can fight even Tim win.

I really do.

Until I was knocked to the ground by Damian with one hand in a second, my short, stupid brother was still condescending and opened his mouth with his arms folded.

"Want to win me, you didn't sleep last night?"

Don't think I can't hear you saying I'm daydreaming!Isn't he a 14-year-old dwarf!