Wayne family salted fish daily [Comprehensive British and American]

I never in my life thought I would say something like that.

"I'm so full, I can't take a bite." I muttered to myself, and Alfred, who had just stood in front of me with a tray, paused, then turned around and prepared to go back to the kitchen.But the moment the old butler turned around, I suddenly smelled a shameful aroma.

"Wait, Alfred—" I stretched out my hand helplessly and screamed, "Is that my favorite apple walnut pound cake!"

"Your senses are as sensitive as ever, Miss Roxy." Alfred said gracefully, he paused and then said, "I can ice this cake first..."

How can I do that, am I the kind of person who doesn't eat the cake when it reaches my mouth?

I shook my head violently, and said with a shy face, "Actually, the Extremis virus has transformed my body. I have a stomach dedicated to desserts."

Alfred looked helpless, and I guess he was trying to dissuade me from overeating.

But I also thought of my stomach that seemed to be a bottomless pit.So in the end, after he stood there for about three seconds, he walked over with a tray very calmly, and put the pound cake that I had been thinking about for a few days in front of me.

And at the moment we are staying in Wayne Manor, and I am happily squatting in the small family restaurant where I eat most often.

And the rest of my family seemed to be running around Gotham.As for my father and my eldest brother, it seems that they went to the Justice League for a meeting.

I guess it's because of that Hydra Captain America.

Grass, it sounds really awkward.

"So, did Dad catch Penguin long ago, and then deliberately threw me for Dick to watch?"

I stuffed the last bite of apple and walnut pound cake into my mouth, and asked inarticulately. Alfred, who had been standing by, didn't seem surprised.

I think not only he knew that I had guessed it, but my dad might also know that I had guessed it, and they had no intention of stopping me.

"Yes..." Sure enough, Alfred didn't even hide it, and the old butler sighed: "Obviously Master Bruce's method doesn't work."

That's right, although I'm not as smart as my father, I'm not a fool. How many days have passed since the Penguin escaped from Arkham. This guy didn't go to Jason to take back his Iceberg Restaurant——

This place was actually snatched from him by Jason. I was stunned when I heard it for the first time. No wonder Penguin is so fat. Their food is delicious—and they didn’t have any trouble with Batman.

This guy is a rare person in Gotham who was sent to Arkham for money and power. Most of the others are crazy people chasing after my father's ass.

To be precise, I think they are a bit like black fans.But I also feel that it doesn't respect the group of black fans like this, at least they don't commit crimes.

Anyway, if this Penguin escaped from Arkham, he was not prepared to wash his hands and disappear, then it was the reason why he had to let the news that "he has been captured by Batman" reach the ears of others.

Based on my trust in the abilities of my father and my brothers... or, in other words, my lack of trust in the conscience of criminals like the Penguin, I didn't even consider the previous option of washing my hands.

Turns out I was right.

Then I went back to my room happily.

I packed the luggage, computer, tablet, etc. that were left at my elder brother’s place when my elder brother sent me back. They are still in the room and have not been cleaned up. Originally, Alfred wanted to let Ding come to our house The part-time cleaner cleaned it up for me, but I refused.

It’s just a few clothes. After all, apart from a change of clothes, all the things I brought over are computers, tablets, Nintendo Switch, PS5 and other game devices.

As a result, I don’t need to bring the PS5. My elder brother has it at home. If it wasn’t because I thought he was poor before calling my father that day, I wouldn’t ask my father to pack the PS5. It’s very heavy.

It took less than half an hour for me to get everything in order.

Then I got into the bathroom, ready to wash myself after a beating.

I was too

I planned to take a shower before eating, but at that time I thought that if I didn't eat the meal, I might starve to death in the bathroom on the spot.

And yet I ate mouthful after mouthful, and spent a good, happy hour in Alfred's cherished kitchen, dusty and tousled.

Then I went back to the room, didn't I think that my body was dirty, so I just cleaned up and took a shower together?

So when I got into the bathroom and washed off the dust sticking to my body, I wiped my body, stood in front of the huge dressing mirror in the dressing room, and touched me strangely for the countless times. body of.

The scars and all the past seem to have been washed away. Even today, I was pushed into the ground with one hand by the horrible villain, and I can't pick it out. At this moment, there are no scars left on my body.It was as if the pain that could almost tear me apart at that moment did not exist at all.

Extremis virus, that is the direction of the world's evolution, and it is also the direction in which the world may be destroyed.

"Knock, knock..." The sound of knocking came from outside the bathroom door, and I suddenly came back to my senses, and raised my voice, "Wait, I'm still in the bathroom."

"Don't worry..." The person outside the door who also raised his voice replied like this. I knew it was my elder brother as soon as I heard it. I quickly put on loose home clothes on me, and chatted with my elder brother through two door panels: "Are you back?"

"Yeah..." His voice sounded a bit worried.

"We have something—must tell you."

I must have amnesia.

Actually, I didn't understand much, after all, I studied international economics in college, not string theory or the Big Bang, and I can't remember any of the things that Clarke said, but - it all makes sense up.

Why that time when he told me not to think about anything, the army of half-orcs would disappear in front of my eyes in an instant, why there are always some movies that I think are famous and must have been seen by everyone, but there are no such names on the Internet, Why do I have more than ten years of memories with my adoptive parents, but they always seem to be separated by a thin film and can't get too close.

"You can call it a revision of the laws of the world... or something like that, whatever." Superman Superman, who was finally willing to speak properly, rolled his eyes after being pressed by Superman on the sofa: "I knew you The guy will definitely be entangled in this entanglement, if the matter of universe fusion is not too serious, I don't want to say at all-"

"Hey, Clark, it's better to tell about this kind of thing from the moment it's discovered."

Superman stood behind the Supreme Superboy, and I actually felt a faint murderous aura from the gentle and kind Superman.

"Anyway, I don't know how those people in the editorial department set it up. You are originally from this world. Everything you experienced in that world should not exist. Your friends and adoptive parents need to have a the right place to fill, so…”

Therefore, I, who love to play the game Overwatch, brought them into this world, and then made my favorite Farrell my best friend.

It was more hopeless than having to lose my memory, and even if Farael hadn't mentioned it, I knew how much she felt about the annihilation of their world.Although from a few words, I can guess that it is a world full of wars.

But for her, it was an incomparably real world.

I gritted my teeth and raised my head to look at the man called the Supreme Sorcerer. According to him, just call him Doctor Strange.

"What do I need to do?"

"Although this matter is necessary, is it really okay for you to make a decision so quickly?" The mage with slightly white temples but not at all old-fashioned folded his arms: "There is no chance to go back to this matter, after all, you are now I don’t remember what happened in that world at first, these are all affected by the memory in the subconscious. So if we want to separate all parallel universes by erasing memories—”

"Then I need to erase all your memories."

I was a little dazed.

How could I not hesitate, that is all the memories I have had since I was 20 years old.

I scanned my phone, there was Farrell's number, me.

I know that even if I call my girlfriend and tell her that the whole thing is because of me, she will never force me to give up my memory, let go of the time when we were beaten into the hospital together on the street, and we used to hang out together after school in junior high school. Buy chili hot dogs and fresh French fries on the street.

I know my adoptive parents would never want me to make such a decision.Even if the memory of my getting along with them is likely to be just a false memory applied by the rules of the world to fit.

Then I looked at Tony Stark who came with me, my idol who I have admired for several years.

In fact, my admiration is not so superficial, neither because I once said that he looks rich and handsome, nor because I follow others.

But after the alien invasion ended that day, when I limped and wanted to go to the clinic next to the rented house to see the wound, the seemingly heartless superhero stood silently in front of the ruins on the streets of New York , shouldering this seemingly abandoned world.

I still have a sister who I have never met. I heard that Cassandra is really a handsome little girl. She fights so hard that she can even push Damian to the ground. She doesn’t talk too much. The sister in my dream is really very similar.

None of the brothers except Dick was there, I know why, because in this huge Gotham City, there is no way to lose them for even a minute, they are all active in more important arenas, there is no big deal in my life Living too hard for ambitious people.

Finally, I looked at my frowning father, who had already told me that this matter was not urgent, and that he and others were still looking for a new method.

The moment my wonderful life full of romance novels began three months ago, when my dad knocked on the door of my shabby suite and stood in front of me with the smell of money all over him, like an oriental man It's the same as the God of Wealth that is often said.

The impression he once gave me was only the idiot beauty and the rich dog.

But it's not just that. Hidden behind that beautiful skin is a superhero who silently guards the entire city, a superhero who always sacrifices himself as a backup plan.

He is a superhero who did not give up on me at such a critical juncture and did not force me to make a decision.

Roxy Wayne, what have you to be afraid of.

You are the sister of a superhero, the daughter of a superhero.

I smiled.

"I haven't experienced the feeling of being enchanted yet, it sounds like a lot of fun."