Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

Mary, who is about to enter her third year of college, has a lot of schoolwork.At the same time, my adoptive parents are also very busy at work.

So on the day I went home, I asked them not to come see me off, and quietly boarded the private plane back to Gotham by myself again.

As soon as he returned to Gotham, the sky was covered with overwhelming clouds, that is, the pilot who flew the plane between Gotham and other cities and countries all the year round.Otherwise, I don't even know if it can land in such weather.

Fortunately, the experienced pilot sent me back to Gotham safely. When I came out of the airport, I unexpectedly saw Dick standing at the airport. My father, the richest man in Gotham, is so eye-catching.

But in the time since I walked happily in front of Dick with my luggage, I feel that I have received several malicious looks.

Dick is a real disaster.

Dick took my luggage without any hassle, looked at me and said with a smile, "I saw your twitter!"

"Beforehand, I'm not pandering to you." I said before my elder brother spoke, which is really not wrong, as a good boy with a good root, I certainly don't have any ill feelings towards superheroes.

After all, having lived in New York, I know best the pain and despair of being unable to control life when invaded by alien creatures.And superheroes exist to save us from that situation.

I absolutely cannot accept being eaten by that alien cockroach, and neither can alien ants!

So more than half of what I said was sincere. Of course, Ye Yi is my elder brother's idol, and I will rarely draw other superheroes because of my elder brother's request.

But I have to say that their existence does make this world full of super villains and terrorism less hopeless.

"So you're saying you do like Nightwing? Like in a private form?"

My elder brother asked, and I could almost hear the smugness in his tone. As a sweetheart and straight-ball person, I nodded frankly, and even added: "Actually, I think he looks very mysterious and evil." The air of a man."

"God, mysterious bad man?" Dick looked up in a daze. He had just stuffed my luggage into the trunk. At this moment, the hand that was about to close the door stopped, and I even felt his fingers trembling slightly. Maybe it's because I can't accept that my idol looks like this in my eyes.

The mysterious bad man is of course my imagination.After all, it's impossible for me to actually meet Ye Yi in my life, right?

He is the city hero of Bludhaven. Even if he often appears in Gotham, according to my situation of staying at home, it is impossible to stop him at the crime scene.

It can't be because my dad sponsored the Justice League.So Ye Yi specially came to me to clarify that he is definitely not a bad man, right?

"Isn't he a superhero? What do you think he doesn't look like?" After I sat in the passenger seat, my elder brother put on his seat belt and asked casually, as if he was very curious about my point of view. Appearance: "Why is it a bad man?"

"Well, have you read romance novels? They are novels with a particularly rich emotional line."

I thought about it and decided to answer Dick's question.Although I don't think my elder brother knows it, after getting along with several brothers in my family, I think Jason should be the one with the most literary temperament: "The meaning of "bad man" does not mean that he has done a lot of bad things, but A kind of charm... How should I put it, it is the kind of bad man in the novel who suddenly appears and then disappears, making people's teeth itch, but still has many lovers and confidantes."

"A man with a heart, a man with a heart?" Dick looked a little dull, I opened my mouth and didn't know how to explain it to make sense.

Apparently, Dick seemed to think that Ye Yi was very dissatisfied with me, and even put the bad guy label on him.But my elder brother obviously doesn't understand romance novels!

Having been immersed in romance novels for many years, I can naturally tell that there are at least a hundred male protagonists in this setting, and playboy bad men who have reformed their ways are very popular in the novel market, but I can’t explain it to my elder brother. .

Doesn't it seem that I haven't read much in the past 20 years, but I have been reading novels?

I shake

Shaking his head, he said loudly to Dick in disappointment: "Dick, you don't understand, you don't understand girls at all!"

"...?" I could almost see the formed question mark appearing above Dick's head, but as I expected, as a model brother, a good man, a male mother, no, a considerate boy, my elder brother still didn't ask Instead, he started the car and took me along the road he saw me on the first day, and drove steadily towards Wayne Island.

The feeling of going home was stronger than last time, and I turned my head to look at the scenery outside the window.

Gotham's suburban roads still exude an old and corrupt atmosphere, like the atmosphere lingering outside the entire city, I yawned a little, and then asked: "What are you eating tonight? I am so hungry."

Alfred must miss me very much. At least he must be worried that I lost weight or didn’t eat enough outside. The portion of today’s dinner is so full that even I, a super big eater, want to lie on the sofa in a daze That kind, I looked up satisfied, my father was sitting on the sofa next door with a newspaper still spread out, I wondered if he read it.Because from my angle, I can clearly see the headline of that newspaper.

[Alien creatures invaded the scene, the richest man in Gotham abandoned his only daughter and escaped alone, the love and hatred of the Wayne family will show you through! 】

It's so funny, they really grasped the essence of writing a report. Obviously my father drove me to the shelter first, but it was reversed from their writing, and my father became a scumbag who is greedy for life and afraid of death , Abandoning the daughter who had just come home and fled for her own life.

After my father noticed my gaze, he cast doubtful eyes on me. I pointed to the headline on the cover of the newspaper. After he turned it over and took a look, he smiled and shook his head: "No one takes it seriously."

Even if no one takes it seriously, you can't just let the other party slander you, right?

I sat up from my paralyzed state a little angrily, and I wanted to say something.But it occurred to me that my dad's playboy persona, after spending two weeks with him, looked nothing like the reports made it out to be.So my dad is letting the newspapers tarnish his image.

"Dad, do you still remember when you were in Los Angeles, you didn't come back until after three o'clock in the morning, after I caught you—"

"I remember..." my dad said very calmly, he didn't even look surprised that I mentioned this matter: "But I thought you were tired today and wouldn't want to know so many secret information."

What fatigue can resist the temptation to know the secret? The temptation, I don't like to dig out the secrets hidden by others.

But it doesn't mean that the other party is willing to tell me, I still refuse, who is not curious.

"Then you must have underestimated me. What happened that day and Damian's identity didn't scare me. If there is any shocking secret in the family, I would be shocked and at a loss." I was full of confidence. Open the mouth: "It doesn't exist!"

Lol, scare me now unless my dad stands in front of me half an hour later in all black and tells me he's Batman.

No wonder I always use Batman as an example, after all, this is a famous specialty of Gotham, even if I am a fake Gotham person-at least I can only say that I am half a Gotham person-

But the last time I saw Batman, except for scaring myself, the other party seemed to have no intimidation ability to stop the night crying of children as rumored.

I suspect that the media and criminals are making a fuss. Batman seems to be taciturn at best, and even worries about getting along with his children. He is some kind of night freak.

"Then after you know the family secret, I will make some demands on you, can you do it?"

My father looked very serious and said, I blinked my eyes, and said vigilantly: "Let me first say, even if our family has vampire blood, and we may have to drink the blood of our own children to strengthen our abilities, I will not give in obediently." It's—our family isn't a vampire, is it?"

"No." My father said weakly, and the atmosphere that looked a little serious was completely destroyed by me. I nodded in satisfaction, then jumped up from the sofa, narrowed my eyes happily, and looked at my father He rushed over, grabbed his arm and pulled it up: "Hurry up, I've been looking forward to it for a long time. What secret is so mysterious that I can only find out when I return to Gotham?"

"Come with me..." my father said to me, and I happily followed. Before leaving, I noticed that Dick and Damian seemed to be practicing with bare hands in the yard. Their moves seemed simple and neat...

My elder brother, an ordinary police detective, was able to fight Damian, the heir of the assassin, and it seemed that he was not being let go, but a fierce back and forth.

Obviously you can rely on beauty but rely on strength. Are you talking about my elder brother?Who is he?

I followed my father to the direction of the study, and looked around with some doubts. Our house has many rooms.

And this study is the place where my father told me that it may be damaged due to years of disrepair, and it is best not to enter it before it is repaired. I blinked and suddenly realized.

It's not because it's been in disrepair for a long time, it's because there is a big secret in the family, I don't know if I can accept it, so let me not come here first?

I have no idea of ​​being excluded.After all, no one has a little secret. The fact that I once coveted the beauty of my brothers is also a secret. I will never tell anyone!

Except for my best friend, but my best friend is very busy now, woo woo, being stocked.

I followed my father into the study room, just as I expected, the study room after turning on the light looked similar to the study room that my father said was not being renovated, and there was no so-called disrepair. Staring at my dad curiously, if you really want to say this is just a study room, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with our family's super secret, right?

At this moment, I saw my father gently twist the screw on the side of the desk lamp.

In an instant, the fireplace on the wall shrank back silently, and my eyes widened in astonishment.

Before I recovered from the fact that our house had a secret passage, I was completely stunned after following my father down the secret passage. I turned a blind eye to the almost identical Batmobile, I trembled slightly, and said slowly: "Could it be—"

My father seemed a little unsure of what to say. He looked at me for a few seconds and then spoke at the same time.

"You guessed it right, I am Batman."

"Does Batman live in the cave below our house?"