Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

"What do you mean you don't know what's going on?" Jason's voice came from the phone calmly.

And I sat with my knees on the soft and comfortable big bed in the top-floor mansion under my name in the center of New York, with a mournful face.

"I heard from my father that the whole family knows the family secret, so his night job—"

"I know……"

After confirming, I complained softly: "Do you know how frightened I was that day? I thought the biggest news was just that there was a Batman living downstairs in my house. I didn't expect him to live in the room next to me. I have the closest blood relationship!"

"Your brain circuit is also very powerful. Normal people wouldn't think of your angle, right?"

Almost from my second brother's voice, I can hear him complaining blankly, wait, is my second brother originally a character who complains like this?

"Anyway, I don't want to see my father these days anyway, please help me hide it."

I said unceremoniously, it would be best to entrust this matter to my second brother, who is a spiritual friend.

Although he has recently developed in the direction of harming friends, compared to Damian who is always worried about our male mother, my elder brother, or overly controlled by his father, I think Jason is a bit at odds with my father and drifts away. Members outside the family are the most reliable.

At least to protect my father's secret identity, you can tell Jason anything you can't complain about with my best friend.

As for why I didn’t tell Tim, who is calm and might also keep it secret for me, that’s because——I’m a big sister, isn’t it embarrassing to tell my brother this kind of thing?

Besides, I have already died socially in front of Jason. People say that if you have a lot of debt, you don't have to worry about it. Isn't that the truth?

I've already died socially in front of Jason once, so can't I just say this to him?

"I don't have that spare time—you're at Stark's place now?" My second brother muttered, trying to make me give up with this kind of refusal without courage. How is this possible?

I ignored my second brother directly, anyway, he basically agreed without hanging up the phone directly, Jason is such a sharp-hearted person.

"Yeah, it never occurred to me that Tony—I mean, Mr. Stark—would guess that I was the artist who did his one-man portrait, and he seemed to like the way it looked... you say Should I draw another one for him?" I asked with some distress.

Actually before Happy sent me back to this downtown penthouse.No matter how happy I was, I still asked Tony Stark why he hired me. If it was because of my identity, I would never agree to him even if he was my idol. Ashamed.

But Tony—he insists on me calling him, woo, what a down-to-earth, empathetic billionaire—

But he said that although he hadn’t seen my work ability, his secretary, Ms. Pepper Potts, did inquire about my previous colleagues in several companies. When she knew that I was very serious about my work and had a special status, she would not They only decided to hire me when they were tempted by money and betrayed them.

Although I think there must be my father's relationship behind it, do the members of the Avengers know the true identity of the members of the Justice League under the masks?

If Tony knew that my father was Batman, then the problem would be very simple. It would be so easy to find an Iron Man fan with a clean past, a serious job and money, and a father who is a superhero.

This is one of the reasons why I finally decided to stay and work here.

Anyway, the working time is only half a month, enough for me to settle down my miserable life, and then go back to Gotham.

Even if it is only half a month, it is my lifelong dream to work beside my idol!Although I always think that I am so capable, if it is not for my father's identity to endorse me, it is impossible for me to have this opportunity.

But when the dog arrives, it earns!

"You are a life assistant, what kind of painting do you draw for him?" Jason's voice sounded a little impatient, I blinked, and said with a smile: "Could it be that you also have some idol, Jason?"

"Me?" Through his voice, I could even feel the sneer, he sneered, reminded me to take Stark's money to see his brain, and then hung up the phone.And I stupidly got up from the big bed, ready to fill my stomach.

It has been more than half a month since the last time I stayed in New York.And I decided to go back to New York because it was a temporary decision.

So all the friends and the former landlord, Mrs. Parra, haven't been notified yet, so it's really not polite to rush to the door.

Anyway, I will stay in New York for half a month, and the working hours are said to be very flexible. Basically, I can go out to play with just a word, and the boss will reimburse me.

It's not that I'm short of money, but it's really cool to suck the blood of capitalists.

Although having this kind of thinking also proves that I have not become a capitalist yet, and my mentality is still stuck in the past little poor Roxie.

But who cares?

If you want to say the best thing about modern society, it must be the birth of high technology-and the existence of food delivery!

Although I have never lived in such a high-end urban area before, I just need to open Yelp to look at the restaurant’s reviews, click on the pictures to find what I want to eat, and then look up the address and delivery phone number of the restaurant on the browser. up.

I scanned yelp for half an hour, and finally found a Thai restaurant that looked delicious. After I called and ordered delivery, I was paralyzed again. Until this time, my messy head was slightly emptied. .

I don't know what to do.

To be precise, my father's identity really caught me off guard.Even now I haven't been able to really calm down and think.In fact, I think I've calmed down a lot.

That's Batman!

Even I, who grew up in Foxy City and came to live in New York from college, will never be unfamiliar with Batman. He has become famous 20 years ago and has been active in the first superhero all these years. On the front line, a superhero who is not under fire for minor injuries, no, serious injuries, not to mention how often we see him on TV, just talk about the alien invasion in New York that year.

At that time, Batman used the public channel to tell ordinary people how to protect their own safety while escaping from the first-level dangerous area, which benefited us a lot in the hardest-hit area at that time.

If I didn't already have an idol, I might turn my back on Batman.

Now tell me that Batman's real identity is my sweetheart pig daddy who is a playboy in the public eye?How is this possible!Eleven out of ten people won't believe it!

However, this happened. I lay on the soft carpet and stared blankly at the lights above the ceiling. The bright but not dazzling lights softly reflected the warmth and softness of the room.

Then the bell rang.

It must be my takeaway, I put away my chaotic thoughts, jumped up from the ground, and walked towards the door happily.

The sky and the earth are as big as eating, let’s talk when you’re full!

I walked quickly to the door, opened the door happily, and then.

Staring unhappily at Damian, who was staring at his sister with his arms crossed, with a face that looked like I owed him 500 million and was about to collect the debt from me.

?

I stayed like a ghost for a few seconds, then turned around and slammed my door hard.

Maybe I'm blind, how could Damian appear outside?

Absolutely I am blind.

Just when I was about to collapse peacefully on the sofa, there was a heavy kicking sound from outside the door, which woke me up from a drowsy sleepiness, and I rushed back to the door in a hurry. The time was definitely less than a second. I opened the door and was squeezed away by Damian at the door.

If it wasn't for my quick retreat, I suspect that my little brother's feet might not be calling on the door in the next second, but kicking me.

"How dare you slam my door?" Damian said angrily, but I noticed that he was holding a paper bag in his hand, and the name on it was the Thai restaurant I just ordered.

I pointed at the bag in a daze: "Damian, do you want to eat Thai food too?"

"Shut up, idiot." Damian was silent for a few seconds before gritting his teeth, and then casually threw the bag of things towards my face.

If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, I would have been smashed in the face by my delicious and steaming dinner: "I allow you to thank me."

?

Who on earth instilled this stinky child with stinky habits?It must be his arrogant and unreasonable mother!

But with kids — 14-year-old Damian is just a kid to me.

It doesn't matter whether he can cut people in half from head to toe with a knife-I'm always tolerant, so I just rolled my eyes and closed the door: "Why are you here, you start school tomorrow Bar?"

Damian glanced at me, folded his arms and announced proudly: "Since my father has told you everything, I allow you to draw my portrait."

?

Damian's arrogance really seems to be innate. I think I have put a big question mark on my head, but I still don't understand where the arrogance of this little short leg comes from.

So I blinked, rolled my fifth eye of the day, and said, "I've never seen such a brazen person - why should I draw you? Dick let me draw Nightwing, he's a superhero , you can't be a Teen Titan with short legs, can you? You're only 14 years old?"

"Laughing to death, you don't want to say that you are Robin, do you? How many years ago did Robin appear for the first time? Were you born at that time? Don't try to change the subject, why did you come to New York? ?”