Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

I'm dead, I'm going to die here now.

There was an awkward atmosphere in the whole air. I don’t know why he appeared in front of my house—in fact, it was his house—and his father was frowning and blocking my way. Normally, I would be terribly moved.

However, at this moment, the tall and mighty figure blocked the master who had announced 5 minutes ago that he would come to find me.

And the unexpectedly gentle and handsome guy standing behind the master, woo woo, what's going on, he looks so hot, this can't be a gift from my master, right?

I can do it as a boyfriend gift.

Of course, all this is my delusion. After all, I am in such an embarrassing and terrifying situation. If I don't think about something, I may die on the spot.

Why, obviously I am already used to social death, what is going on with the feeling that this kind of dad sees an ambiguous partner, no, obviously both of them are my father——

I heard that the Chinese say that one day is a teacher and a lifelong father, so isn't Hanzo my father? Chao, that means I found a colleague for my own father.

That's weird, I haven't said anything about it yet.After all, I had reservations about all of Overwatch except for my best friend, let alone tell my dad.

Obviously they are all my father's children, so it doesn't make sense. I want to find out what secrets Overwatch is hiding and why they are approaching me behind my back. I think if it is Damian, he may be more radical than me.

However, what I didn't say before was like a lie that was exposed at this moment. I closed my eyes in pain. My master naturally knew who my father was, and Bruce Wayne's face was almost a golden signature.

But they definitely don't know my father's secret identity.Otherwise, Farrell wouldn't have been so surprised at who Damian's real mother was.

If they all know I have a Bat dad, why is it any wonder my half brother has an Assassin mom?

And I don't believe at all that my dad hasn't looked into Overwatch.A secretive superhero organization can look suspicious, after all.

What's more, I haven't heard any news of their dispatch at all, and even I didn't know until Faree rescued me back to Overwatch's base.

"Cough..." In the end, I was the one who spoke first, I stretched out my hand stiffly, and tried to pat my dad's shoulder briskly. I always felt that I must be smiling with my stiff mouth at this moment: "Dad, I'm with you." introduce--"

"Hanzo Shimada...and Genji Shimada." My dad cut me off, narrowing his eyes slightly, he didn't look like his appearance at all—a famous playboy in Gotham—

The same straw bag, sharp eyes flashing cold blue light: "What are the two young masters wanted by the Shimada family doing here?"

Grass, he looks good? Mom is handsome.

No, Roxy, we have an ethical problem, a big one.

Just as I instantly cleared the Batman and Bruce Wayne colleagues I had seen from my head, my master also spoke heavily like a big boss.

At this moment, I feel that the person who is most likely to be pressed and beaten here is me, obviously I am the fire-breathing Captain America, wash your father more.

"Roxy? Didn't you tell your father?"

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Why, Master, aren't you a warm man who is ruthless on the surface, but actually gentle and amiable? Why do you treat me like this?

At this moment, all the pressure was transferred to me. I watched my father who stood in front of me turn his head slightly, and those ice blue eyes projected on me. I always felt that the next second I would It looks like I will be tortured by my father.

Wake up, that's your father, he won't do this kind of thing to you!

I shook my head, throwing out my messy thoughts, and then said with a stiff mouth: "Dad, I didn't tell you before, this is my master, who has been teaching me fighting skills all this time."

"Oh?"

Woohoo, this wasn't the idea of ​​spying on what Overwatch wanted to do at the time, but I was surprised to find that my master did not actually have any purpose, as if it was true.

It's like being asked by Overwatch to teach me how to fight.So I relaxed my defense and vigilance against my master at the beginning.

Of course, this is also because my master really doesn’t want anything from me. He even remembered to bring me a souvenir when he came back from a business trip in Japan. This is not my father, what is my father!

"Is that so?" I only heard my dad say lightly, and then he patted my shoulder, and I noticed that he was holding a paper bag in the other hand, and a subtle fragrance came out of the bag.

At this moment, although I am very moved, I am still very confused.

The current time is in the middle of the night. To be more precise, it is 03:30 in the morning. My master will come here or it may be due to jet lag. Dad, why did you bring food here?

03:30 in the morning!

Half an hour later, I was sitting at the dining table, watching my father smile and talk to my master Hanzo Shimada and his brother, who was talkative and kind, and told me that if there was anything I couldn’t do in battle, I could do it. Mr. Shimada Genji, who asked him to practice, sent him out of the house, silently gnawing on the grilled chicken wings in his hand.

I can't speak, I'm a chicken wing eater, and I will never speak until the pile of chicken wings is finished.

"Roxy..."

I don't talk, woo, I didn't do anything wrong, so I don't talk!

"Are you doubting Overwatch?"

Ga?

No, you are my father, not the roundworm in my stomach, right?What is going on, how did you guess it?

My hand gnawing on the chicken wings stopped abruptly, and I looked up towards my father. The chicken wings in my hand were still slightly warm when I got them, and the taste must be specially made by Alfred. I dare not say anything else, but as long as it is edible, I can eat it as soon as I taste it.

My father walked in front of me, pulled away the dining table and chair in front of me, and sat down opposite me, his gaze changed from sharp to soft just now.

Just like the dad who usually gets along with us.

I finally suddenly realized why I always felt a little resistant to my father just now.

Because I really haven't seen a father like that. In front of me, he always seems to be warm and kind.That's why I always distinguish Batman from him so clearly.

Obviously my dad is my dad, not at all like Batman, but just now I suddenly saw the most real and cold side of my dad.

I silently grabbed the chicken wings in my hand and nodded, and said softly, "I want to help."

Of course I know that if I leave all these things to my father or my brother, they will definitely protect me, and even take over the communication between me and Overwatch, after they have fully inquired about the purpose of Overwatch Then selectively tell me the truth of everything.

But I don't like that.

I'm really lazy, and I really don't like these troublesome and annoying things.But it doesn't mean that I can just throw away all these troublesome things.Then I just let other people run around for me without doing anything.

If I were that kind of person, I wouldn't hide my wrist injury from my adoptive parents, or get squeezed by my unscrupulous boss because of the financial situation.

Then I saw my father reach out and touch my head, and the warm touch spread from my head. At four o'clock in the morning, the soft and warm light in the house shone on the remaining half of the roast chicken in front of me. It's tempting.

"Overwatch does have their own agenda. But they've already contacted the Justice League... Roxy, you don't need to figure it out on your own."

"Never again."

……

Damn, dad, since you are not such a sensationalist? The character set should not keep saying such sensational words. I blinked suddenly, suppressed the slight heat from my eyes, then stood up abruptly, and announced loudly : "Dad, don't pretend to be a warm man, quickly change back to a cold Batman."

At this very second, I even saw my father twitch the corner of his mouth, and he said with a smile: "Batman also wants to take a vacation, right?"

You fart, I don't believe it!

"So you want me to guess, the Bat-fighter is not floating on the top floor of the building now?"

I wanted to put my hands on my chest, but my fingers were still greasy after eating the chicken wings.So the embarrassment floated in front of me the moment I remembered it.

But now I am not just a late-stage patient of social phobia, now I am simply a social phobia, there is no best, only better.

Want to embarrass me, nonexistent.

My father paused when he heard my words, then turned his head slightly, and raised his voice towards the direction of the room, "Jason?"

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Chao, isn't Jason not at home?

No, no, he wouldn't have actually been at home when I woke up, and listened to all the conversations I had with my dad, me, my master, and Genji, even that sleazy tender moment just now Did you hear it all?

No, even if I am a patient with social phobia, I don't want this kind of thing.

My father must be bluffing me, otherwise why he didn't say anything when he entered the door with my master and Genji just now, I don't believe my master and his brother didn't find out at all, he even secretly hid me in the training A man who can see through the eyes behind his back when he is ready to fish at the entrance of the field!

However, in the next second, Jason with a hood came out of his room slowly. He threw the hood on the sofa, then moved to the front of the roast chicken, stretched out his hand and pulled it off. I kept thinking about it. Chicken legs for later.

My chicken legs!

"You dwarf, you don't have much ability, but you have a lot of thoughts." Jason glanced at me, and said lightly: "I thought I was hiding the matter of Overwatch well. Guess why you called me brother?"

Why do you think I call you brother?Is there any other reason than you are older than me?

My complexion suddenly darkened, this guy is simple, but he is only one year older than me, and he froze in front of me.

"Why do you think I called you brother? No, did I call you brother? Three heads and six arms eating children and big villains with red hoods, shit!"