Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

Jay is a treasure boy. To be precise, he doesn't look careless like his appearance. On the contrary, he seems to be a very delicate person.

Mary is a younger sister who is one and a half years younger than me. In order to apply for the school of her choice, she put in a lot of effort during the college application process, but she succeeded in the end.

Although Mary sounded a little downcast on the phone during that time, I never found time to go home.

My foster family is a very happy big family, and there has never been such a thing as cruelty to children on TV-is it real to lock the refrigerator-

The Vasquez couple who adopted us used to be children from foster families. They are more like friends with a big age gap than their parents, and they never talk about being foster parents.

But it is undeniable that even though Mary and I have already lived independently after college and basically rely on part-time jobs to earn living expenses, adopting five children is still a certain pressure for the Vasquez couple.

Even though they tried their best to give us the best environment, the most wanted things - my other brother Eugene is very fond of playing games.

So the Vasquezs had bought him the console of his dreams for Christmas, which Eugene loved very much—but luxuries were still rare in this family.

Unlike the Pheasant University I once attended, Mary went to an Ivy League school, so her studies are naturally more important than her part-time job after school.

Although Mary was very persistent, I, who had worked longer than her and had a higher salary than her, would remit some living expenses to Mary's account from time to time.

I know that Mary has always been very frugal, and I hope to find a good job as soon as possible after graduating from college to help her adoptive parents pay for the family. The schoolbag she has been using is still when she was in junior high school. Bought for a birthday present.

I feel like that backpack is going to be starched.

So much time has passed, and as a rich woman who owns several streets, countless real estate properties, and shares in the Wayne Group that makes money, I know that my adoptive parents will never accept the financial assistance I give.

So I didn't even think about it, I was just going to bring them something as a present.

After all, my older sister has no time to travel across half of North America to Fawcett City because of her usual schoolwork and her boss's inhumanity.

It seems that they have not fulfilled their elder sister's responsibility.

"I think you can reconsider." In this commercial street under my name, Jay parked the car in the reserved special parking space familiarly.

Then, before I was about to enter the high-end stores that my dad took me to buy bags for Mary: "Although I haven't seen her, according to your description, your sister is obviously Not someone who cares about material things."

I was a little surprised. After all, the conversation between me and Jay was not too deep, and I just mentioned Mary briefly. I agreed with great interest: "Mary really cares more about the value of things. Originally, when I was in college, I I wanted to change her bag, but she refused."

At that time, Mary was holding the tattered-looking bag very preciously. My gentle sister rarely raised her eyebrows and asked me not to deny the gift I gave her.

Such a good boy.

"Then, that's obviously more suitable for her." Jay pointed back to the opposite street, and there was an old-looking second-hand bookstore standing on the side of the street, as if it had gone through countless devastations. The scorched black marks looked like they were left after a bomb exploded, and the broken wooden door looked like it could fall down with just a kick.

Isn't this the busiest commercial street in New York? How can such a store still survive here? In this day and age, people really go shopping for old books?

It’s not that I have any opinions on old books, but I am not a person who particularly likes to read books. The burden of life that was once on my shoulders almost broke my back. How can I have time to be such a rich person? activity.

No, am I a rich man now?

I turned my head in interest, and asked with some surprise: "This store looks a bit old."

"When I was young... You can even say that this store was here when Bruce Wayne was young." I feel that Jay's tone even has a slight hint

Proud: "It is said to have a hundred years of history."

I looked at the store across the street in amazement, and muttered in a low voice: "I can open such a store in Gotham, and it hasn't been burned down by the sporadic terrorist crimes. I really want to know who opened this store." What a devil."

"I can't say the devil." Jay snorted, narrowing his eyes slightly: "Maybe it's an angel?"

And Angel, isn't this a joke, because this used bookstore is called "Aziraphale's Used Bookstore"?

As a materialist, I don't believe that there are any angels and demons in this world. That is to say, I believe that Batman in Gotham is a bat monster.

Seeing that I didn't care, and Jay didn't try to defend himself, he shrugged: "You can go to the bookstore later, the owner of that store is very nice."

That being the case, I plunged into the shopping street and started the crazy shopping mode.

In addition to bringing game consoles and dolls to my younger brothers and sisters, I also spent huge sums of money on the two younger brothers in the hero house to sell in the surrounding specialty stores. It is said to be [bats picked up from crime alley Logo] and figures of Batman and Robin.

It’s not that I don’t want to buy other people’s, but Gotham has a big problem. It’s completely different from the peripheral stores in New York. Batman’s peripherals account for at least 1%, and Robin occupies the remaining ones. In Ninetowns, only a poor [-]% is allocated to superheroes in other cities-mainly only Superman and Wonder Woman.

No, I heard that Batman's reputation in Gotham is not good. Every day, politicians and media workers shout that Batman should show his true colors and accept sanctions. Gotham doesn't need a vigilante. .Then you don’t even have a figure of Iron Man here!

Is this he? Mom reasonable?

As an Iron Man fan, I stepped out of this last store angrily. Jay, who spent most of the day shopping with me, looked helpless, and even asked curiously: "You don't like Batman?"

Although Jay was obviously a temporary driver hired by the Wayne family.But he is really nice, and his completely different personality from the motorcycle cool guy made me happily accept him as my first friend in Gotham.

So even though his muscles were about the size of my two heads, I still managed to carry half of the paper bags.

After hearing his question, I paused first, and then shook my head: "Leaving aside my personal perception, I admire every superhero... I didn't mention it before, I'm studying in California now My best friend is a guy with a strong sense of justice, and I have been sent to the hospital with her countless times since I was a child."

"But even so, when faced with the fear of endangering my life, I still couldn't completely put my own life at risk, and I couldn't give up my precious life for 20 years."

Especially not long after I entered university, the tragic disaster that severely damaged my wrist ligaments.

"No one can casually evaluate whether they are suitable or not, and whether they should exist."

"What should be asked is, why do they exist? Why can't the police stop crime and need heroes to fight crime? Why can't the country stop disasters and need heroes to save the world?"

Why did someone do it for them when they couldn't do it themselves, but they became the culprit instead?

Such topics are always heavy and profound. I don't want to be an opinion exporter. How I think is my problem. People who were displaced and lost their homes because of the battle between the villain and the hero in the disaster are not like me. of.

Everyone has their own experience and ideas, and you can't judge at will if you haven't experienced other people's lives.

So I'm always very quiet.

"Well..." Jay didn't seem to have much interest in this topic, he shrugged: "Anyway, regardless of whether it should exist or not, it is obvious that superheroes will not listen to us, and super villains will not listen to us either. .”

Indeed, as he said, the voices of one, two, or even 50 or [-] people cannot change the fact that such a phenomenon already exists.

This is a world that needs heroes, and.

The world needs more heroes.

"But—" Jay twitched the corners of his mouth, and stopped his long legs: "You changed the concept secretly, and I didn't ask you what you think of superheroes."

"Do you like Iron Man more than Batman?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I noticed that you just asked the boss several times if there is any Iron Man around, and the boss was annoyed by listening to it, and the first time he spoke Say you're definitely not from Gotham."

I just wanted to roll my eyes: "If you want me to say that you Gotham people are really a big problem, there is nothing in a peripheral store except Batman and Robin, damn it, I must use the rights of the landlord to let that person say that I am not brother Tan Ren's boss bought [-] different Iron Man figures!"

"So, the Iron Man team won? Why?" Jay held the game consoles with one hand, looking as if they were completely weightless, and stuffed the other hand into his sweater pocket: " Think of it as the reward for carrying the bag for you today?"

I let out a heavy breath, who knows why he wants to know so much, it's not that he can't say it, it's just——I also have to face it!

The reason why I fell in love with it in the first place is really quite shallow.

"Look, Batman is all in black, how can he look as good as Iron Man's gold and red?" I muttered in a low voice.

"The key point is that Iron Man's armor is rich, and Batman's clothes look like a poor guy who drills into a sewer. At that time, I was poor, so I couldn't find a rich fan?"