Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

15 minutes later, when I rushed out of the bathroom, I saw Alfred gracefully holding a vase that I hadn't seen before to replace the one that was originally placed on the side of the sofa. At the same time, he smiled and said to me: " Good afternoon, Miss Roxy, I heard that you are going to have a remote video meeting with the professor, and I have already turned on the computer in advance."

"Thank you, Alfred... Where's that guy?"

"If it refers to Master Kent, Master Bruce, Master Dick, and Master Damian seem to have something to talk to Master Kent about, and they should be in the Batcave right now."

The old butler gracefully walked to the computer that had been activated in advance, and there was a silver tray with a silver cover on it.

Alfred lifted the cover gracefully, and there was a cup of my favorite latte with sugar, milk and burst inside: "I will prepare some snacks in advance, and after the call with the professor is over, you can notify me to deliver them .”

Alfred is superman, my superman, the whole Wayne family's superman.

……

Professor MacDonald is superhuman.

At least more like Superman than that guy who was annoying outside my room window today.

This is mainly reflected in the fact that the professor only took an hour to solve my problem, and even proposed a perfect thesis topic to me. To be precise, even this topic in the entire Gotham University is only really able to be done by me. Research.

Of course, Tim is also fine, as long as he is not so busy, this guy is absent from classes to the point that even Professor MacDonald knows, but the professors in the college are very accommodating to him.

It is mainly reflected in the fact that this guy can't listen to a few classes in a semester but can get a grade point of 4.0. If he gets the test paper, the deductions on the picture may be just because there has been no practice of full marks over the years.

Is he the devil?

"So that's why you're in the Batcave every day?" Three days later, Tim looked at me speechlessly: "The economic effect of superheroes? Is this a bit too broad?"

Indeed, so my research topic is not this. It should be said that the professor pointed out a general direction for me and asked me to find out the main research direction before the end of December.After all, I can't even have the subject assigned to me by the professor, can I?

"It's just to find a general direction. After all, only the Wayne Group and Stark Industries have obtained the copyright of superhero derivatives? It's impossible for Tony to write such a paper, so if you want to talk about data, you must Or is it easier for me to get it here?"

"Well... That's right." Tim paused for two seconds, took off the domino mask on his face, and sat down in front of the bat computer looking very tired.

After staying in the Batcave for so many days, I probably figured out the behavior pattern of my dad and my brothers.

To put it simply, my father is a well-known figure who must be exposed to the public from time to time.

If he disappears too often or uses extreme sports as an excuse to disappear for a month or two, it will definitely attract other people's attention after a long time, and maybe someone will connect him with Batman's action path.

So my father’s daily patrol time is in the middle of the night. From evening to midnight, he usually shuttles between various banquets including but not limited to Gotham. During the day, he stays on duty in the watchtower and occasionally goes to There are a few missions from aliens or something.

As for my elder brother, he is a very busy person. I wonder if he can really sleep for three hours a day?

During the day, he is a Brudhaven police officer almost all year round... No, Detective Brudhaven, as for the night, he has to take care of the whole Brudhaven alone, even if he was trained by Batman My elder brother is just an ordinary human being in essence, and Brudhaven is a city so chaotic that it is called the capital of small crimes. It is not that simple to maintain the peace of such a city.

I even suspect that it is purely because of his natural beauty that he does not look like he is about to die suddenly, with dark circles under his eyes every day like Tim.

Forget about Jason, this guy seems to be the most free in our family——

Except for me, I am the most useless idler in this family. I heard that even our dog Ace will work with Superman's dog to protect the peace of the animal world—one of them.

Well, after all, he is a gangster, and he has more elite-educated people than my father, and he doesn't have to do things by himself, and usually no one is really so short-sighted to mess with the red hood.

Usually this kind of people will be praised by my second brother if they appear in a novel for less than a paragraph, so let's just pretend that they don't exist.

As for Tim's busyness I don't even need to mention, is this guy really sleeping?

The timing of his appearance in the Batcave is out of order.It is said that they often have to go to their assistant group, Teen Titans, to work overtime. In addition to the management and financial reports of the Wayne Group, they have to allocate time for night patrols and missions every day. It can be called the world's first time management master.

Finally, Damian, uh, this guy.

He probably belonged to our idler family. Apart from training, he patrols every day, or goes on missions on Teen Titans. Obviously, as my father's own son, he should do his best for the Wayne Group, but he has never seen him. Pass him to the head office.

Although it is really strange that a 14-year-old kid is going to manage a company.

But anyway, he already had three doctorate degrees when he was less than ten years old, and he was a superhero who killed people without blinking an eye and followed Batman all over the world every day. What happened to him to manage the company?

However, when I inadvertently asked my elder brother about this matter during a chat, I realized that it was not that Damian was unwilling to take on the responsibility of being the heir of the Wayne Group family that belonged to him, but——he was taken by my father. He was ordered not to enter the company and not to meddle in the company's affairs.

The reason is that he was killed in the president's office of Wayne Group the day after his mother brought him to our house.

Not only did I check all the financial reports, but also directly said in front of the regional presidents of the major regions that the president of the South American region embezzled company funds and transferred public assets, etc., and my father was fooled on the spot.

Although it was proved afterwards that this matter was indeed true, my father knew about it a long time ago, and he was just waiting for the day when he would get the president of that division to the end.

To put it simply, the person in this family who has the most leisure time and spends the most time fishing in the bat cave is me.

After all, although I have fallen into the dissertation hell that ordinary people say, there is still more than half a year before the deadline for drafting and defense, and I have completed other credits ahead of schedule, and now it is basically equivalent to a half-vacation state.

"So you really don't want to be my president's secretary? Isn't this the property of the Wayne family!"

Tim rubbed the bridge of his nose, as if he wanted to wake himself up, I shook my head violently, and reprimanded loudly: "What are you talking about, Timothy? Drake-Wayne ! Don't you think of yourself as a member of the Wayne family at all? What will my dad think when he hears that!"

"Did you really report the wrong major in your university? Bruce has a lot of professors he knows in the Yale School of Drama..."

"No need!" Don't think I can't hear you saying that I love acting. I'm still in school just because I've already paid the expensive tuition fees. I am not allowed to not get a diploma from college.Otherwise, I would have dropped out of school and lay flat at home.

Especially after half a month of working in New York, I fully realized that my sudden uneasiness of conscience was fake. If it wasn’t for living, who would work? I don’t have as high an ideal level as my family!

Tim shook his head. Even though he was chatting with me, the movements of his hands still did not slow down. He had already called up a bunch of dense materials during this period of time, and he was squinting his eyes to check carefully: "By the way, You'd better not go out casually these days."

"what happened?"

Ever since I became the fire-breathing Captain America and got beat up by Jason and Hanzo for over a month, my dad never mentioned grounding again.

Besides, the Extremis virus on me has also been genetically modified by Tony during this period of time.

Although it maintains the physical fitness and fire-breathing ability comparable to Captain America.But there are no side effects, and it is said that now he has turned to research on methods that can remove these superpowers from the influence of the Extremis virus while maintaining extremely high self-healing power.

In Tony's hands, curing cancer may not really be a dream.

As expected of my idol, he is so awesome.

Closer to home, on me.

The stay-at-home order has long since been lifted by default, and this is the first time since I got back to Gotham that I've been advised that it's best not to go out and play.

After all, after the inexplicable incident at the New York superhero special exhibition, I was decadent at home for a long time, and even Damian wanted me to get out early and stop wasting food at home.

Tim casually handed me the tablet on the side. It was also the highest specification tablet developed by the Wayne Group. All the information on it was encrypted. It seemed that if you want to hack into it, you have to go through my father and a few brothers first.

I picked it up, squinted my eyes, and tried to quickly read through the densely packed, thirty-page-long documents at a glance.

Originally, those words were very hypnotic, but the bloody and terrifying photos on them kept me in a very awake state all the time. I restrained the smile that appeared on my face during the chat just now, and said a little stiffly: "This is the last few days. God's business?"

"It happened suddenly in Gotham recently, but there have been similar tactics across the United States in the past two years. It should be that the serial murderer fled to Gotham recently."

Tim took back the tablet: "The death of the Sante family's daughter was just two days ago, and it was a big mess."

I knew about it, but I didn't know it was a serial murder.

It was just the news from the day before yesterday. The daughter of a local construction company in Gotham was found dead on the street, her uterus was brutally dug out, and the word [slut?] was carved on her face, and it exploded almost instantly. The media that smelled blood in the past.

"Bruce has been chasing this case recently, and asked me to come over and sort out the information of these past victims." Tim lowered his eyes, and his hands kept moving: "Without exception, they are all the only daughters of the company's boss. And when it comes to brother Tan's most famous rich man and his daughter..."

I understand……

I was the next to be targeted.

Is that prisoner a fool?I'm the fire-breathing Captain America, huh?