Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

In the end, no one in this family was victorious, and no one was happy.

Even my dad who found out that the Batmobile program was hacked early and rushed home early was the same.

"You two are really..." My eldest brother stood in a messy bat cave, laughing so hard that he almost knocked his head off.

Is that what I thought?This Extremis must have burned my brain out.

How else would I fight Damian in the Batcave over who's driving, even.

I'll never forget how horribly dilapidated the whole Batcave looked when Damian and I were pulled away by my older brother and my dad, and the Batmobile that was a point of contention between us, it looked like Bat or car, neither characteristic.

But the weirder thing is that it's neither me nor Damian who smashed things the hardest here, but Jonathan who saw something was wrong at first and wanted to persuade him.

That child... Sure enough, he and Damian have a lot in common, right?

"Is the Batmobile very expensive?" I squatted next to my elder brother, and Damian had already been taken away by my father for education.

As for the education of me and Jonathan, I handed it over to my elder brother and Jonathan's father Superman respectively. I feel that Mr. Clark Kent was afraid to look at my father when he fell into the Batcave.Although Jonathan is really the good baby who suffered the unwarranted disaster.

"Our family won't go bankrupt, right?" I asked worriedly. In fact, being taken away by my elder brother for education is basically tantamount to letting me go.

After all, Dick squatting next to me doesn't seem to be educating me at all, but he is very happy.

My guess was right. Dick watched Damian and his father quarreling, and said in a low voice, "It's just a Batmobile. Bruce himself smashes a dozen of them a year. Don't underestimate his richness." degree."

I think so, and I'm the only poor guy who thinks my dad can't afford a few Batmobiles.

No, I don't think normal people would have thought that Batman would have the hobby of smashing Batmobiles every day!No matter how you think about it, it's too strange!Save me some money, you billionaire!

I, a billionaire daughter who smashed a Batmobile half an hour ago, roared like this, without the slightest awareness that I am also a big dog.

But this is also a matter of course, I have been poor for 20 years!The word poor is something engraved in my bone marrow!How could it be so easy to forget!

"Dad doesn't seem very angry." While whispering to Dick, I squinted and secretly watched Damian being scolded.

Although it was scolded, I actually don't think my dad has the upper hand at all. Damian seems to have been trying to use this to win permission to drive the Batmobile with my dad.

I'm just a cover, right?right?

"Well... Maybe it's because this is not the first Batmobile scrapped for this reason." After a pause for a few seconds, Dick said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I drove the Batmobile secretly back then, because it was too The excitement of the relationship went right into the Iceberg, where Bruce was talking to Penguin."

It turned out to be because of you!

The continuation of this crime in our family is all because of you!

While sighing loudly in my heart, I pretended to listen very carefully and nodded from time to time.

At this moment, I noticed the complicated gaze suddenly cast by Superman, who was also preaching to his son in the Batcave, and I almost couldn't hold back my smile.

Uncle Clark who fell in our batcave—this name is really not enough for him? Mom is not used to it.

After all, when I called Clark in the past, I used to refer to the idiotic superhero Du Wei who was the Supreme Superboy, and I didn’t think too much about it when I spoke. Who knew that this guy actually took the exact same name as his idol——

He was not wearing the eye-catching Superman suit, but a simple plaid shirt and jeans, like the most ordinary engineering nerd.

Who would have thought that there is such a hot figure hidden under this suit? Anyway, I can't think of it. Is this the highest level of hiding skills?

To be honest, I used to think that Superman probably lived in some flying fortress in the universe, and he was alone on it all year round.

Chatting with Jonathan until today—before the theft of the Batmobile happened—

I just found out that they all lived in a two-storey house in the suburbs of the metropolis, and Superman even rushed to work at home at super speed every day.

work!

I was so surprised that I later found out that Superman worked for the Daily Planet.

It is not too surprising that the Daily Planet has been bought by my father.

Superman has to go to work for fear of being deducted from his salary. Is there any surprise that he works for Batman?

I used to think that my dad's sponsorship of the Justice League might cost him all his pants.After all, when the Justice League was fighting, buildings were smashed according to urban areas.

Thinking about it now, the building that Superman smashed was also earned by him, so it's okay.

My father, a super-capitalist, is a capitalist who asked Superman to do his work for him.

On this day, in the smoking Batcave, the Batmobile that is not a car model, Superman who repeatedly told his son not to be led by the nose by Damian, Damian who was arguing with his father, and two unscrupulous brothers and sisters watching the show It ended in a soft ear-cracking laugh.

Someday I must drive the Batmobile!

"Roxy? Roxie?" Early in the morning after Batmobile Destruction Day, when I was still sleeping beautifully, an annoying voice suddenly came from afar.

It doesn't mean annoying, but it sounds annoying.

I must be dreaming.

I was sleepy and buried myself in the quilt, ready to pretend that I couldn't hear the sound at all, but the next second I heard the sound of the window being knocked, that annoying sound seemed to not want to give me any sleep at all , buzzing in my ears.

You? Damn, isn't it a dream?

I suddenly lifted the quilt covering my head, not afraid that my pajamas were too thin.

After all, I am used to being poor, and the pajamas I brought to the Wayne family were the few sets of cotton clothes I am most familiar with.

That is to say, it's really cool to turn on the air conditioner at home in thick clothes, so let me say, thank you dad.

The guy who stayed outside my balcony early in the morning, floating cross-legged in the air, was indeed the little Clarke.

"Kukou—" Obviously my eyes are not strong enough, otherwise, how dare that guy keep knocking on me!I threw off my quilt violently and walked towards the balcony angrily.

The disturbing dream in the morning, can't this guy show up in the afternoon if he has something to do?

I opened the huge French window of the balcony, and the autumn wind outside the window blew on my face with a little heat, which felt quite warm.

That is to say, I was warm in bed with the air conditioner on!

"What's wrong with you, you don't let people sleep in the morning." I said viciously, and after blinking my eyes a few times, I gradually adapted to the light outside.

"I heard that you took Jonathan to smash the Batmobile last night. It's really yours...By the way, no matter which world you are in, afternoon is not called morning at all."

Little Clark nimbly avoided my kick, and said with a smile, "I'm having such a good time, I don't even know what time it is?"

Bah, how could it be one o'clock in the afternoon, I am going to discuss my graduation project with Professor Macdonald at 01:30 this afternoon.

After all, the matter of not being able to decide on a topic has troubled me for more than half a month. I only dared to ask the professor when I mustered up the courage. I didn't expect that the other party was really such a nice person, willing to spare extra time to discuss the topic with me.

So in order not to miss the online meeting with the professor, I set the alarm clock at [-]:[-] in advance yesterday, leaving enough time for myself to stay in bed and have lunch, and then meet with the professor after everything is ready.

It is impossible for me to sleep a little, I have trouble.

I stared blankly at the mobile phone that Little Clark held up in front of me. The time displayed on it was 13:06.

Wait, no, wait!

Damn, I don't really oversleep, do I?Is it only 24 minutes before my appointment with the professor?No way, no way?

I jerk from

I jumped up on the spot, rushed back to my bedside, and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table as fast as I could.

Half a minute later, I sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, and the little Clark from outside the window floated in leisurely, and said gloatingly as he floated back: "Thank me quickly, or you really have to miss the appointment with that professor today." gone."

Thank you, I thank you for the hammer, you are a plague god, it will be bad to see you.

I did set the alarm clock, and the alarm clock page opened on my mobile phone clearly displayed all of this, that is, there was just a little mistake.

Really just a little bit.

I set an alarm for eleven o'clock at night.

I'm an idiot.

I'm not only an idiot, I'm also the biggest idiot in the world. I've never done anything like setting the alarm clock wrong since elementary school.Sure enough, was he too excited to smash the Batmobile yesterday?Woo, it hurts, bitter Luxi.

I shook my head wanting to cry without tears, then rushed into the bathroom as fast as I could, and screamed so that the whole Wayne mansion could hear me shouting: "Dad, brother, help me!" The room is perverted!"

Why should I come to solve Superboy Prime or something, I'm just a weak, fire-breathing Captain America.

It's time for you, Batman, Nightwing!It's up to you!

I gritted my toothbrush and smiled sinisterly at the mirror. There were hurried footsteps outside the heavily slammed bathroom door behind me.

Clark Kent, give me a taste of the Wayne family personality modification punch!

Euler!