Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

"How long has she maintained that stupid look?" I heard Damian's voice deep in the Batcave.But I didn't want to understand what he meant at all.

Now I am no longer the Roxy Wayne I used to be!I!Roxy with Iron Armor? Fire-breathing Iron Man? Wayne!

My dad sat silently in front of his bat computer. I had a beautiful day here today, and my dad said: "Not bad." Then he didn't say anything.

hateful!Iron Armor is the wish of every Iron Man fan!What do you know!Boring men without love!

That's right, the small disc that Tony put in front of me was tailor-made for me after he got the basic data from the physical examination I did when I entered the job.

It is said that he had already adjusted during the few hours I was unconscious. Who the hell is this person?

Of course, there will still be some errors in the body data.But what my boss gave me is the latest nanotechnology armor. As long as I slap the small disk on my chest, the fine alloy will unfold, basically fitting my body seamlessly, and there are subtle errors. It is well adjusted under the guidance of nanotechnology.

But after actually entering the armor, I realized that it is really different from what we imagined. Driving a steel armor is not just a matter of having a mouth.

Whether it is the body balance adjustment during flight, or the impact feeling after receiving damage after the defensive weapon is activated, it is the same.

Being a superhero is not just about having a mouth.

Thinking of this, I happily told Friday—my artificial intelligence housekeeper—

After saying hello, the armor covering my body was retracted on top of my transformation device.But it didn't fall, but firmly bit on my clothes.

The armor my boss gave me basically has no attack capabilities, such as the anti-aircraft missiles and micro-missiles I saw on TV and news reports. On the contrary, what is loaded in the arsenal and equipment depot Electromagnetic pulses, intercepting missiles, and energy shields that can extract all energy to form nuclear bombs in a critical situation. It feels like my boss is afraid that I will lose it.

After the armor was put away, I ran to my father's side and stared straight at him.

My dad looked as motionless as a mountain, and he didn't even look ready to give me a look.

But as a terminal patient of social bullshit, can I turn my head and pretend it's okay?

I must not!I have already socially died so many times in front of my father and my brothers, what am I afraid of!

So I cleared my throat, ignored Damian's gaze that seemed to want to kill me, and said happily: "My boss has given me fan benefits, dad, don't you have anything to say!"

My father paused for a few seconds before turning to look at me: "I don't know how to build mobile arsenals."

?

Is my dad a bit biased against my boss?

"And aren't fan benefits for fans?" My father said slowly, I blinked and was stunned for a moment before I realized it.

Chao, my dad is not protesting that I am a fan of him, is he?

Yes, ever since I knew my father's real identity, I felt that these two people must be the opposite of each other if they were placed in the entertainment industry.

Look, look.

Billionaire, playboy, superhero, philanthropist.

If you want me to say that it is simply a set of characters printed out of a mold-except that their personalities are completely different.

So I think it's perfect to say that my father and my boss are couples.Although this is a stalk that only I know, it doesn't matter, I am willing to keep this secret happily alone!

My father's attack has been sent, but does he think I will meet it head-on?I won't!

I smiled blankly, then blinked and said, "Isn't it a present for my well-behaved and lovely daughter after she left home for a week?"

I heard Damian in the Batmobile - yes!I forgot my dad had a Batmobile!

Even though I knew he still had 25 Batplanes, I never thought he had a Batmobile!

I've seen that awesome car several times even on TV, someday.

I must go and drive it secretly, but I have to beware of my dad's monitoring... You can collude with Damian, I don't believe my dad will let minors drive the Batmobile-there is no concealment, loud and cold With a snort, I ignored him.

My father finally looked me straight in the eyes, and I think I can read a little bit from the eyes that once fascinated thousands of girls: "Are you a person without shame?" and "Who is my daughter?" How did you grow up like this?" He wandered back and forth between them.

Then he said slowly: "Maybe you want to go back to your room now?"

?

Is my dad chasing me? I understand, he is chasing me!He thinks me, a fan of the opposing team, should disappear in the Batcave!

I jumped up abruptly, and after giving my dad a loving, united and friendly grimace, I rushed towards the door leading to the study room. During the period, I also relied on my mutated superpower to catch Da The Robin dart thrown by Mian flaunted it in his hand before slipping into the secret door.

I really thought my dad was chasing me, after all, a week's homecoming gift that only I could make up is too fucking nonsense.

Until I stood at the door of the room, staring stiffly at the whole set in my room—attention, it’s a whole set—

A really familiar superhero uniform with a cape, obviously not designed for men, and a bat printed on the chest.

damn...

......

People have to be responsible for what they say in their mouths all their lives, and now I am in the stage of being responsible for everything in the past.

The specific manifestation is that my elder brother excitedly sent me a message, the elder brother who yelled that he would never rely on control and was a serious and boring father, who was diligently sewing the female version for me by hand. Nightwing suit, messages came in one after another, and I didn't even have time to reply. My elder brother has already mentioned that he will play Batman and me as the best partner in the world.

Wait, isn't that the title of my dad and Superman?

I didn't even have time to interrupt. Dick had already said to himself that he would bring me Gotham when he finished sewing the Nightwing suit, and let him do all the editing.Because he is already very proficient at mending his battle clothes.

I stared quietly at the round transformation equipment in my hand and the bat suit that was still hanging in the corner of the room.

I'm stuck in love with nowhere to get out.

How could this be?

Obviously it is a happy thing to have the super expensive high-tech armor given by an idol, and it is also a happy thing to have a handsome battle suit tailored for me by my family.

The superposition of happiness and happiness should be double happiness, but why?Why did it become like this?Wash your father more?

The only thing that makes me happy is that Tim, who is mature and stable—younger than my dad and Dick, but more mature and stable than them—didn’t join in. On the contrary, knowing that I was healed and strong After my brain was not damaged, Tim specially sent me congratulations, and sent me a rational and detailed invitation letter, asking me to work as the secretary to the president of Wayne Group, which "has no threat".

He said that when I graduated from university, the position of president and chairman of Wayne Group must be mine, and no one can compete with me.

I'd like to know, who in the family would be stupid enough to take over that kind of karoshi job?

I also sincerely rejected this poaching letter.Then I took my happy life of salted fish in the future and rejected Damian's "Although you have superpowers that don't meet my needs, I can force you to be my future Robin." invite.

Who wants to dress up in colorful clothes and beat people up in the street?

If there's anyone who didn't express joy and congratulations to me, Roxy Wayne, on my return to Gotham, it's just that soulmate who only reads jokes but doesn't give advice, damn it, this guy, the one I woke up with One day, let alone the figure, I didn't even see the corpse of the message.

In vain I still regard him as a soul friend!

Damn, I have to find a time to teach Jason a lesson, this guy can't even read or reply to my message!

Better get him and force him into Nightwing's.

Suits, so I can at least have Nightwing, Iron Man, and Batman all appear at Comic-Con, a win-win-win situation.

There are reasons why you don't wear Batman's armor or steel armor!

My elder brother himself said that he wanted to play Batman. I couldn't satisfy two of his wishes, but I could still do one.

As for the Iron Armor, there is still a big gap between my body and Jason's, right?I was worried—that nano-mecha might not be enough to cover my second brother.

Well, just use the reason that Jason is sticky to fix his heart to make him commit himself to me, no, forced to dedicate himself to me, no.

Anyway, just be my tool man!

Take advantage of Jason's guilt!

Action is worse than heart, for example, as long as there is a discount on bath water, I will buy it, and the game mall discount is also allin for a week.

As for the big promotion of a certain steam platform, it goes without saying that the game can be skipped, but I can't live without it!

So if I want to cheat Jason, I naturally have no reason to wait!

So about half an hour later, I was happily standing in front of Jason's small apartment above the laundry, and reached out and knocked on the door of my second brother's apartment.

While waiting for Jason to come and open the door for me, I even thought about how eye-catching the three of us standing in the superhero exhibition venue would be when he was forced to succumb to my design.

The door finally opened.

My second brother, whom I hadn't seen for a week, stood in front of me. The white hair on his forehead looked a little wet, as if it was stained with sweat.

My second brother seemed to be in a hurry, as if he had just returned home, and the brown leather jacket on his body seemed to be covered with dust. My genetically modified sense of smell even clearly told me that the pungent smell caught in my nasal cavity was exactly The smell of gunpowder smoke from gunpowder firing.

"Miss Wayne, why are you here when you have time?" He raised his eyebrows, his tone half a smile, but that's not the point.

My second brother's legs are on fire? The gun belt is so hot, and his right hand is holding a... a red mask with a human face.