Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

"Good morning... what's wrong with you?" When I entered the Avengers with the two cups of coffee I bought this morning from the coffee shop across the street in one hand and the donuts I was going to have for breakfast in the other When the building belonged to Tony's workshop, my boss saw me coming in and looked at me in surprise.

I paused for a long time, and then said slowly: "Yesterday my brother—Damian—followed me to find me."

"Uh..." Tony Stark in front of me, the omnipotent Iron Man, paused for a few seconds, then said in a tone full of sadness and gloating: "That's really hard work for you, that kid doesn't have to go to class ?"

"Then I said Robin was a dwarf in front of him." I said slowly, trying to hide the subtle temptation in my tone, mainly because I thought my idol might have known the identity of my real father long ago.

If he doesn't know, then it doesn't matter at all, Tony suspects that Damian's idol is Robin.

To be honest, it's not that I want to test my idol.Except, I don't think I can even complain to Jason about this.

I'm terrified that he's rushing from Gotham to New York just to laugh at me.

In my expectant and fearful eyes, I saw my idol showing an extremely strange expression, I can understand, I think I can understand.

A distorted expression, as if trying to hold back a smile, but also feeling like he might be holding back a fart.

he knows……

he knows!

Huh, Tony? My idol? Stark knows that in front of my younger brother who is Robin, I mocked Robin as a dwarf who is not tall. Help, is today my social death moment?

It started when Damian showed up at my door yesterday afternoon, and I slammed the door on his face.

Then I panicked and brought Damian who was really standing in front of my door into the house, and I laughed at his basin-like face in front of Damian.

At that time, I probably said something, I have almost forgotten it, as if my brain is telling me - don't think about it, you will be afraid.

But I can't forget the general idea at all. What's the point of forgetting the specific words, you useless brain!

If you want to protect, protect me completely. It's best to let me forget everything!No, just let me go back to the time when I said my dad had an affair with Batman!

But my brain is obviously not that good, so I still remember, I said to Damian yesterday that he is not a superhero, and he was not born when Robin showed up.

At that moment, I even saw a gleam in Damian's emerald green pupils [What kind of idiot is this, can I kill it? ] expression, and the next second, a dart hit the wall behind me, I blinked, and felt a gust of wind blowing my cheek.

Damn, that dart didn't just brush my face, did it?Ah, Damian, are you going to kill your own sister!

I jumped up suddenly, ready to scream in the next second, and then Damian stared at me coldly, and said slowly: "Looking at your stupid brain, I suggest you look at that dart."

Isn't it just darts?After knowing what kind of ninja assassin you are?

? ?

Wait, why does this dart look so familiar.Just like what I saw in the peripheral store in Gotham, the Robin dart that the bat powder boss didn't sell?

Wait, Robin Dart?

I jumped up again, looking like some frightened hen or frog, staring at Damian.

And my younger brother looked as if he was finally elated, and said proudly with his arms folded: "Of course the position of assistant beside my father can only belong to me."

The meaning of this sentence is oblique, but I am not stupid, I can hear it clearly and clearly.

Doesn't this mean that Robin, Batman's assistant, is him!

As I froze in my thoughts, I didn't know whether to knock Damian out to escape this embarrassing situation I was escaping from Gotham, or to knock myself out and escape from the hopeless life I had left .

At the time, Damian had already pulled out the Robin Dart nailed to the wall, and then said Shi Shiran: "Listen, I want to have everything Grayson has-and I have to have it before him." have."

Among other things, what kind of immature child are you?

Among other things, this guy's age is really a child.

I've given up on asking Damian how he's only 14 years old, how he became the Robin who was definitely active in Gotham 14 years ago.

I wouldn't be too surprised even if he told me that he traveled back to the past to achieve the achievement of "I can only be one of my father's assistants".

Roxy Wayne, you have become so desperate.

I was patted on the shoulder by my current boss miserably, and Tony took from my hand the donuts I was going to take for breakfast, and one of the cups in the cup holder with the other hand. Coffee—my favorite, the one bursting with sugar and milk—and waved.

It's like coaxing a child.

"Okay, your work is done for today, let's play... Poof."

I reasonably suspect he is pitying my social death.However, yesterday, under the doting of my boss, I took paid leave on the first day of work, and I have never experienced such a happy day.So after hesitating for a moment, I decided to quietly reject my boss's offer.

Although I have never experienced the happiness of looking for a job, I silently left my boss's work room and went to the huge living room outside, preparing to find something to do for myself.

By the way, something to eat.

Originally, I was too lazy to cook by myself, so I went in and brought two cups of coffee and two donuts for my breakfast when passing by the coffee shop, but since my boss needs it, let him go early It's okay to eat, I wandered to the open kitchen next to the living room.

Unexpectedly, the ingredients here are quite complete. There are several boxes of cereal and pasta in the cupboard, and vegetables and meat are also placed in the refrigerator, which looks very deserted.

Whether it's lettuce for salads or greens for cooking.

As for meat, it is also divided into refrigerated and frozen. Obviously, for the convenience of taking it at any time, the frozen meat is often put in the refrigerator to defrost.

Damn, even though he is my idol, I always feel like I have lost—could it be possible that he is also a billionaire with a superhero status, did Tony also light up his cooking skills?

But my father can only be a bad cooking monster, how can I wash my father?

While thinking wildly, I casually took out a box of pasta from the kitchen cabinet above.

Since I was recognized by my father, I have hardly cooked, but life skills are like this, as long as you learn it, it only takes a few minutes to get started again.

I boiled the pasta first, and after it became half-cooked, I took it out and put it in cold water, and then threw it into the pan.

Two slices of bacon, mushrooms and peppers cut into small pieces have been thrown into the pan with olive oil and garlic. After adding the half-cooked pasta, I turned the pan skillfully. The tongs in my hand are specially used For cooking, it can withstand high temperature.

The refreshing aroma of stir-fried pasta with olive oil spread far and wide. I sniffled my nose happily, and the strong aroma penetrated into my nostrils. This simple dish can be prepared in less than half an hour. It is the dish that I cook most often as a busy person.

Of course, many times there are only olive oil, garlic and noodles in it.After all, I was still poor at that time, so it was better to save the money to buy bacon and vegetables and buy two boxes of pasta, the most important thing is to be full.

"I didn't expect you to cook...give me some." Just as I turned off the stove and prepared to happily enjoy my late breakfast today, my boss' voice came from behind me.

I turned around and saw Tony in overalls holding the coffee that had just been stolen from me - my favorite coffee with sugar, milk and burst - standing outside the kitchen staring at the unpacked coffee in my hand pasta.

I stared blankly at him, and said unconsciously, "But boss, didn't you just eat my two donuts?"

After I finished speaking, I realized that my boss paid for everything, whether it was the kitchen utensils, the ingredients in the refrigerator and cabinets, or the utility bills. The donuts just now must be reimbursed by the public account. I really have no reason to refuse him.

"Sweets are put in the other stomach, and the amount you made is enough for three people, share it with me."

My boss probably didn't think of it, but he had already pulled out a chair and sat on the bar outside the open kitchen.

He even picked up the cup of coffee and took another sip: "You add too much sugar and milk...bring me the same cup next time."

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I kind of understand why the secretary named Pepper Potts kept calling me after arriving in France. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and she should be very tired after a day's voyage. .

"If Tony does something that makes you angry, please call me as soon as possible."

What kind of mother spirit is this, help, I feel like my idol filter is going to be shattered all over the place.If it weren't for the deep love I have for him, I might have lost his fan by now.

But the gluttonous side in private is good for him? Mom is handsome, woo woo, I am the happiest fan in the world, I got it for real!

I took out two plates from the cabinet and divided the pasta into two portions. One portion was handed to my boss along with the fork and spoon, and the other portion was placed on the bar seat next to him, ready to eat. When comforting my soul deeply hurt by Damian yesterday, I heard my boss's voice.

"By the way, so you like your elder brother more than Bruce?" My idol rolled his face and said it like a small talk. I turned my head blankly, and he said with great interest: "You actually want to Paint your big brother first instead of the old bat?"

The old bat refers to my father, but isn't my elder brother a heroic and handsome Brudhaven policewoman?When did I say I would give it to him.

Wait, I'm—I said it on a public platform—I'm going to draw someone, because I seem to like that person a little bit recently.

I mean, I'm going to paint Nightwing.

"Click..." The fork slipped from my hand and hit the porcelain plate with a crisp sound.But only one sentence echoed in my mind.

"I think Nightwing looks like a mysterious bad guy."

"That's the kind of bad guy who makes people's teeth tickle but still has a lot of friends."