Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

Of course I didn't end up making that phone call, for a simple reason.

As a senior social death group, I have fully mastered the ability to avoid the ending of social death, such as——

When my dad came to my house at eight o'clock, I asked him first: "Dad, I already know the secret identities of everyone in the family except Jason, so—"

"I thought you would ask him directly." Naturally, my father didn't appear in front of me in a bat suit, but changed into a playboy's skin and knocked on the door of my house.

Before my father came, I called Mr. Ghost at home—after all, he said he had lost his memory and couldn’t even find his own dog tag, so I could only call him by this name for the time being—

Please go to the roof to squat. Fortunately, after being ignored by everyone for more than three years, Mr. Ghost seems to have no desires, and he agreed to my request with a good temper.

Although I think he is very likely to see that he is a big male ghost but entered the room of a girl's house, and now his own father is going to come to the door, so he is a little embarrassed.

It is also because of this that I dared to ask my second brother's secret identity so boldly in front of my father.

After all, who knows if the male ghost is really dead, or just like those fantasy novels in the East... the soul has left the body or something.

"I don't want Jason to be the laughing stock of me again in a short time." I said bitterly, feeling that I even sounded a little sad and resigned to my fate. How many social deaths did I go through to become what I am now.

Then I saw my father's expression as if he was holding back a smile.

So you really know it, right? I told Damian that Robin is a short man of ten thousand years.

"It's inconvenient to tell you the specific things right now. Let Jason tell you when you go home on the weekend."

Although my father didn't go around my second brother and tell me about him, but this basically gave me a thorough understanding of the fact that my second brother definitely has a secret identity.

I immediately dismissed the idea of ​​calling back to laugh at my spiritual friend, and thought sadly.So I'm really the last one in our family to fight.

Thinking back to the time when I thought my father was a weak young master who couldn't carry his shoulders or hands... Did I call Superman in front of Batman at that time?

I think my complexion must be ugly, it can probably be said that I look like a concubine.

Although my father is standing in front of me right now.

"Couldn't you have told me a little earlier?" I complained in a low voice: "Forget Damian, I was calling Superman for help in front of Batman, Dad, tell the truth, did you want to put me in front of Batman?" wring his head off."

The smile on my father's face got bigger and bigger, but he shook his head, his beautiful appearance for decades has restrained his sharp edges, and he looked much softer: "You are doing very well...whether you want to protect your family No matter what we do, we still seek help in due course.”

He looked very proud and said, "It's a child of the Wayne family."

Chao, he looks so proud.

My father's pride even made me a little embarrassed, I patted the cushions on the sofa heavily, picked up one and hugged it to my chest, pressed more than half of my face into it, and said sullenly: "It's too much!" Yes, the exaggeration is too much."

However, the small talk belongs to the small talk, and my father's focus quickly shifted to his purpose of coming here today.

And the same, although Mr. Ghost did bring me a lot of trouble.But I mentioned it to my dad before I told him.

Although even if he disagrees, I will still tell my father. After all... Although this ghost looks very friendly, protecting myself is still my first principle.

He said he didn't do it, but I didn't see who did it.

I pointed to the ceiling with my finger. This apartment is located in a high-end residential area in downtown New York. The buyers are usually single executives of major companies.

The floor where I live is located on the top floor of this apartment. Not only does it have the best view, but it also has a huge infinity sky pool. It was transferred to me synchronously on the day my father gave me the shares of Wayne Group. under the name of

And there is no one else living above my head, so my father will naturally know that the male ghost was sent to the top floor by me...

I thought about it: "I don't know if you can see him, Dad. When I met him today, I thought something happened, so I called Tony... No, I called Mr. Stark .”

"But he doesn't seem to have seen that Mr. Ghost either."

My father pondered for a moment, and then said: "Stark is an ordinary human being just like me. Maybe it would be better to ask the Supreme Mage or Magician for help with the matter of the spirit body—what's the matter?"

"What human?" I stared blankly at my father, with disappointment in my eyes: "Dad, are our family ordinary humans? Aren't we a family of vampires?"

"Stop watching so-called movies and TV shows, Roxy."

My life is half as happy, we're not a family of vampires, and my dad hasn't lived 5000 years - he doesn't even know Count Dracula.

Happiness is less than half.

And my dad was already sitting beside me very calmly.Even if he couldn't see the male ghost in front of him at all.

But he still looks like I can see, I can hear, I know everything, and he seems to have everything in his own hands.

"Is this your father? You look very similar." The male ghost said very gently, and I moved towards my father with some embarrassment, but I was still full of pride: "That's not true, my greatest advantage is That's the face."

Not only is it beautiful, but it also looks golden.

"My dad shouldn't be able to see you, but if you think of anything, you can tell me, and I will pass it on to him."

I thought about it. After all, my father's identity is a secret among secrets. It's different from Tony, the rare superhero who disclosed his identity information: "My father has a wider network."

"I see, thank you for your kindness, I will go back to the street... If I remember anything, I have to come over and trouble you again."

I actually think the chances of him remembering something are pretty slim.After all, he wandered for more than three years before bumping into someone like me who could see him. Who knows how long he would have to squat before he could remember what his name was.

"Are you going back to the street?" I looked at my father with some unbearable anger. Of course I know that the poor people in this world cannot be saved forever.

But it has already appeared in front of me, and I still have the energy to spare. If I don't help him, I feel ashamed of my best friend's subtle influence on me for many years.

That's a superhero who would rather send himself to the hospital than stop doing justice.

And my father is also a superhero, which means that when I looked at him with some tentative eyes, my father was like a superhero descending on colorful auspicious clouds, and said slowly: "If the person in front of you If Mr. Ghost can understand, I asked through Batman to a place that might help him."

My dad gave an address and told Mr. Ghost that there might be other people there who could see him.If not, you can come back here again, and he will temporarily arrange a simple residence.

But I don't think my father thinks that Mr. Ghost will come back. Obviously the address he gave - it seems to be on Brick Street -

There must be some other supernatural being, and it's not clear if there are angels or demons...or exorcists?

I even wanted to write down that address a little bit.Then I went to take a look secretly. Since I am no longer a vampire, it shouldn't matter if I look at other friendly supernatural creatures, right?

What if I meet some werewolf, vampire or magician?

Maybe Harry? Potter really exists!

Mr. Ghost with us—mainly with me, after all, my dad can’t see him—

After saying goodbye, my dad reached out and patted my head, and said in a relaxed tone: "What do you want to eat tonight? Dad has enough money."

good!That's what I love to hear!This kind of rich and powerful feeling is what my own father should look like!

Then half an hour later, I took my dad to the only small pizza shop on this street, and happily ordered a table of pizza.

There, I saw what it means to pretend without trace, pretend to be convinced, and pretend to leave no room.

My dad deserves to be

As Batman, a man who can pretend to be the number one playboy in the world, despite everyone's stares and chirping discussions, can still cut pizza with a knife and fork gracefully without changing his face.Then I stuffed the pizza into my mouth while I couldn't say a word.

"Dad, isn't pizza meant to be eaten with your hands?" I said euphemistically. In fact, if the person sitting in front of me was my junior, my classmate, my best friend or even my brothers, I might all look like an Italian Seeing the pineapple on top of the pizza made me curse.

No, I even want to break through the respectful relationship between me and my dad, and now I'm pointing at the knife and fork in my dad's hand and cursing.

How can someone eat pizza with a knife and fork?Why?If you don't need it, donate it to those in need!You heretic!

My dad swallowed his pizza gracefully, and I thought we'd be watched.Except half of the reason is because sitting opposite is the famous playboy Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham, and the other half is mostly to see who is pretending to eat pizza with a specially ordered knife and fork in a cheap pizza shop .

However, after hearing my words, my father actually looked at me with a sad face: "Maybe what Damian said is right, after your internship is over, I may need to arrange your etiquette course, Roxy? "

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Damian, what kind of stupid is he?Is what that guy said every day more elegant than mine?Jason still yells at Mommy Fuck, why doesn't he have to learn?

I protested loudly: "I don't want it, are you human?"

My father glanced at me faintly, and after chewing the pizza he had just cut and put into his mouth, he opened his mouth lightly.

"I'm a vampire."

Thank you, please don't tell jokes to those who don't have a sense of humor in the future.

I feel the cold of Gotham in late summer in New York.

Okay him? Mom Leng, how could this happen.