Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

"How long has she had this symptom?"

I lay paralyzed on the bed, listening indifferently to the cool voice coming from the door, the voice was so familiar, I couldn't help but want to pick up the guy and hit him on the head twice.

"Damian, she is your sister, you can't talk to her like this!" Damian's good friend, the lovely Jonathan Kent, stopped Damian's impolite speech, and I heard a heavy voice Sighing, they stood at the door of my room as if they were visiting some critically ill patient, as if I was about to die in the next second.

"You know I can hear you, Damian?" Those two little ghosts had been standing at the door of my room for 5 minutes.

Although I am now wearing home clothes and lying neatly on the bed.But it doesn't mean I want to be surrounded by Damian like a monkey.

As for Jonathan, he's a really good baby, even if he's in the same family as that damn little Clark Kent.

It's been a week since the New York superhero show.And I also lay down at home decadently and lazily for a week, not to mention writing papers, I was too lazy even to get up and fight FF14 and war——

Although more than half of the reasons for not fighting wars are because I can't pass the book alone. Is this game really designed for ordinary players? The reason is very simple.

I can't figure it out...

Clark...or I should call him Little Clark now, because Jonathan's dad, Mr. Clark Kent—the one we all know as Superman—had a run-in with that Superboy-Prime guy.

I can't figure out what that little Clark guy means.

He rushed in front of me that day and left such specious words, those half-orcs frozen by him seemed to be pushed hard by their companions outside, and after enduring too much force, they rattled. Broken into ice slag, that scene was like putting five iron rods on my head - the kind, the kind that gin used to hit Kudo Shinichi - the sticks smashed my head .

What I didn't know before, but now I fully understand, after being frozen into ice slag, the shattering is not like the imagined snow and ice, the passive meat inside is directly torn apart, and falls to the ground On the ground, even the blood vessels in the extremely frozen body parts are so obvious, I can even see the stopped beating heart completely exposed outside.

I don't want to eat meat anymore in this life, vomit.

However, at this moment, the corpses all over the ground followed the half-orcs who squeezed in through the gate like...

It was as if the layer had been turned off, and it disappeared from our front in an instant. The ground that was filled with the cold bloody smell and corpses was so clean at the moment. Everything I saw was not my own dream.

The next second, I didn't know anything. When I woke up, I was still wearing the female version of Nightwing's clothes, covered in dust, and put on the bed that belonged to me in Wayne Manor.

Through my sensitive hearing, I can hear the dead silence in Wayne Manor right now.It's like I'm the only one in the whole manor.

I didn't move, even though the female version of Nightwing's uniform was covered with so much dust, in the past, I might have been rushed to take a shower by the former landlady, Mrs. Parra, screaming, but I Still didn't move.

I get it, I totally get it.

I must be dreaming.

I closed my eyes peacefully, but after about five seconds, I jumped up in pain.

Isn't this not a dream at all!This is true!Am I not the salted fish setting of ordinary people?What's going on!

Since that day, I have maintained such a state of "I can't figure it out", and I just lay on the bed for a week under the connivance of my father and my brothers, rolling around thinking that the bed is my final destination, even I don’t play games anymore, the most common thing I do is turn on my phone and soak in the spa at home...

Speaking of which, my family actually has a private massage therapist, is that reasonable?

I didn't know until now!

It is said that the private massage therapist usually does not have much work, after all, they do not live.

On Wayne Island - it's too scary to live here, our family's family secrets may be discovered soon if we have too many employees on the island -

It is said that Dr. Leslie Tompkins recommended it to my father, and he is quite trustworthy in character.

It is precisely because of this that although the other party has a full-time job and a high salary in the Wayne Group, they usually show up at a very free time, basically as long as they receive a call from Alfred during working hours and then come back.

I heard that after we hired him, we have not invited him to come over a few times in total, and the frequency has been high recently.

After all, I happily soak in the massage room and SPA hall all day long, and the time to chat with each other is quite long.

Closer to home, my dad didn't ask me about that day.And I didn't go to FF14 at all, let alone ask Little Clark about it, I don't know, I don't know anything.

Woo, Ku Luxi, I really just want to write my thesis obediently and graduate from college.Then stay at home and be the only one on the Gotham Daily to inherit the image of my dad's idiot beauty.

Is not it good?How happy my life is in this way!

"Enough..." Damian's voice sounded coldly again, this time it was not at the door of my room, this little fool...

The little devil stood beside my bed, looking down at me, with his hands crossed over his chest, just like the morning when I was dragged up by him for the morning run for the first time.

"You've been at home for five full days. I'm different from Grayson and the others. You'd better explain it clearly."

Damian said viciously, I stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Damian's wrist, and I was about to throw him flying with a lightning speed.

Damian's speed really wasn't superfluous, he reacted almost instantly, he had already prepared the landing angle when he was flying into the air, and in the next second he landed firmly on the ground, while Damian The moment Ann looked up, I knew this guy must be angry.

Those eyes are wilder than wolves, and it is more certain that my past life and my current life of salted fish hide a magnificent abyss.

"Wait, Damian—" Damian looked like he was going to pounce on me and kill me in the next second.

However, his obedient friend Jonathan saw that something was wrong, so he rushed forward and hugged Damian's arm, directly killing the possibility of Damian's attack in an instant.

"Sorry..." I sat up, stared straight at Damian, and sincerely apologized: "I just need to wake up... Damian, I have something to ask you."

"Speak..." I think Damian's words are squeezed out between his teeth. From the past conversations with Dick, I can probably know that Damian had a bad temper when he first returned to the Wayne family. It's terrible, worse than my father's cooking skills.

"I have a plan... Dad, are they not at home?"

……

About half an hour later, Damian and I dragged the good baby Jonathan into the Batcave, covering his mouth. I don't understand those high-tech things.

So the things that restrict Jonathan are left to me.Although the good baby I grabbed was a half-Kryptonian.

But he was super polite and well behaved.So after being caught by my terrifying big sister, I didn't struggle too much, for fear of hurting me.

"It's not good for us to be like this, Sister Roxy." Jonathan said in a low voice, but I clearly saw the excitement and hope hidden in the child's bright eyes.

I knew that children who could hang out with Damian would never be too well-behaved, so this is it?

Damian took over all surveillance changes.And Jonathan and I sneaked to the side of our target first, I stretched out my hand and touched it in amazement, the thing under my palm is a gold cave piled up with US dollars!

That's right, Damian and I's plan is - since Dad won't take us out to play, then drive his Batmobile.

Perhaps as long as he is a normal child, he cannot refuse the temptation of the Batmobile. After the double persuasion of Damian and I——

I'm verbal, Damian doesn't seem to want to speak at all, according to his thinking, the physical persuasion method of directly pushing Jonathan into the car is faster——

Underneath, Jonathan nodded obediently.Then I squatted next to the Batmobile with my big sister who didn't know anything about machinery and monitoring, and watched Damian's movements the whole time.

What?What do you think I am here for?

Please, Damian will definitely not quibble when he is punished by my father, maybe there will be a family revolution.

But I'm different, I don't do too many things like making jokes and acting like a baby to make my father forget that we caused trouble?

I have done such things as worshiping in front of me before, saying that he has three heads and six arms and eating children in front of me, and secretly slandering the heroes of this city in front of me.

Our social cattle will not be embarrassed unless we can't help it.

Damian is very fast, he has everything done in less than 5 minutes, but there is a downside to this matter.

"Father will soon notice something is wrong, we only have 3 minutes at most." Damian said briefly.

Of course, it's not only 3 minutes to go for a ride, that would be too miserable.

Anyway, as long as we drive the Batmobile out, no matter whether we drive back within the time limit, my dad will definitely find out.

It's all open, you have to play him to your heart's content.

Apparently, Damian and I both thought the same way. When we met our eyes, we knew that we were brothers and sisters with the same blood. Jonathan got into the back seat obediently, while Damian and I stretched out our hands at the same time.

toward the driver's seat.

"I'll drive..."

"I'll drive..."