Michael settled in Wayne Manor as a goose egg, and his temporary foothold was my small study.

The incubator was placed on the bay window by Damian, and the white goose eggs were lying in the incubator with a constant temperature effect. Damian looked at the goose eggs with a gentle expression, and there was a bit of weird kindness in the gentleness.

Even if the next second, Damian took out a small blanket to cover the goose egg, and said softly: "Baby grow up quickly, Daddy is waiting for you to be born." I don't think I will be surprised.

"Your weird expression is because you are thinking about something messy." Damian raised his head and saw the disgusted expression I showed because of the imaginary picture.

I have to say that during the past few weeks of getting along, Damian has fully realized my nature.

"No way~" I pretended to be shy: "I just think you are so good to Michael, and I can't help but think that if you become a father in the future, you will definitely be a good father!"

Damian—currently 14 years old, a third-year student at Gotham Middle School, who looks down on girls his age and thinks they are naive—turned green in the face.

Green with a touch of black.

"Yi! Lu! Si!" Damian's voice resounded through Wayne Manor.

"Draw the sword! I want to fight to the death with you!"

ah oh~

Damian Wayne, my real brother, he's finally fucked up by me.

Do not break out in silence, but pervert in silence.

He wasn't a freak, so he exploded.

New and old grudges together, Damian took out a knife I put in the study, and picked up another one with the tip of the knife and threw it to me.

I raised my hand to catch the knife, looked at Damian who seemed to be emitting black air behind me, and gave a little cowardice.

"No way." I took a step back, trying to get out of Damian's attack range, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I'm sorry!"

I quietly moved towards the door, and just when I thought I was about to leave the small study, Damian chased after me with a knife.I ran as fast as I could, shouting as I ran.

"Help, help dad!!! Damian murdered his sister!!!"

"Dad, come and save me! If you don't come again, you will lose your dear and caring little padded jacket!!!"

"Grandpa Alfred!!! Dad!!! Tim Dick Jason Titus!" I ran down the aisle on the second floor, opening my mouth and yelling.

When I was about to be overtaken by Damian, I turned around and blocked Damian's attack with the knife in my hand, took the opportunity to distance myself, and ran away.

"Shut up! Don't run!" Damian chased after me. Damian, who insisted on walking Titus and practicing swords every day, was really very strong.

After a few persistent laps of the walkway, screaming and screaming, the entire Wayne mansion was called out by me.

My dad, Dick Jason Tim, and a blond beauty in a purple hoodie I hadn't seen before were standing in the living room on the first floor watching.The beautiful young lady with blond hair raised her hand to greet me.

Although everyone was called out by me, they didn't seem to want to stop Damian, they just wanted to have fun.

What's even more exaggerated is Tim, who is holding the camera in his left hand and the coffee cup in his right hand, and he is perfunctorily yelling to help me: "Come on, Louise, hit Damian, the devil."

"Shut up Drake." Damian even shot back.

"Be careful when playing around." Alfred came out of the kitchen, "It's time to have lunch when you're tired from playing."

"Louis teases little D every day, I knew there would be such a day sooner or later." I heard Dick turn his head and think he was whispering to his father.

You're done, Dick, you're not my real big brother anymore.

"Bet on who will end the battle first, I'll bet on Louise." Jason, who didn't know when he came back, openly opened the bet, "Half a plate of cookies."

"Reconsider, overweight." Tim said.

I calmed down, and decided to divert the trouble. I glanced at Damian out of the corner of my eye, and understood each other's intentions with the rare tacit understanding between the two of us. He nodded slightly.

I braced myself against the wooden fence on the second floor, turned over to take off the impact and fell to the lobby on the first floor, heading straight for Jason, the promoter of the game.

"Schadenfreude will be punished!" I gritted my teeth.

Taking this as a node, the Wayne family chaos began.

The specific participants are: me, Dick who ran back from Brudhaven for no reason, Jason who also appeared suddenly, Tim holding coffee, the blonde beauty I haven't seen yet, and I brought people together. Damian caught in the brawl.

After a while of confusion, with an inexplicable tacit understanding, the battlefield turned to my dad who stayed out of the way. They were all on the same front, and I was in charge of fishing in troubled waters to make this chaos even more chaotic.

When things became more and more unmanageable, and the blond lady was about to take out something and throw it out, a heavy cough sounded behind us, and Alfred came out of the kitchen and asked us: "Masters and ladies, do you have any questions?" Want to have dinner?"

At this time, I sincerely feel that no matter which one of the Wayne family practices face-changing Sichuan opera, he will have a very high achievement.

Once again, it is clear who is sitting at the top of the Wayne family's food chain!

-

"I'm very glad, Master Bruce, that you can lead the whole family to have parent-child activities together, but I hope to have some safer and warmer family activities next time, what do you think?" At the dining table, Alfred took the green weird Put down the vegetable juice at my dad's table, with a calm tone.

"I think Ah Fu is right." Dad coughed lightly, pretending to be serious.

"Damian, Louise." He stopped us, "Don't fight with a knife next time, it's dangerous."

Damian didn't refute with a dark face, but I responded with a smile.

"Okay Dad, it's not dangerous Dad, Damian didn't even pull out the scabbard, he still likes my sister very much~"

"You said yes, Damian~" I winked at him, forgetting the pain after the scar was healed, and selectively forgetting that the whole thing happened because I teased Damian.

Damian folded his arms and turned his face away, and said something in a language I couldn't understand in a low voice.

I guess it was a swear word, because Dad gave me a disapproving look.

"Watch your words, Damian," Dad said.

"Good father." Damian said reluctantly.

After being reprimanded for a few words, Dad let us go and let us have lunch.

Biting the freshly fried shrimp that Alfred had just fried, I squinted my eyes happily, and then suddenly remembered: "You all seem to have martial arts skills? I saw you fighting so intensely just now."

I sighed, watching them fight in troubled waters just now felt like they were punching to the flesh, and seeing their moves was very smooth, not like a simple and ordinary way.

"Did you ask a fighting teacher to learn it?" I asked. After all, Gotham is really messy. If you don't learn some fighting, you will be robbed easily, right?

"That's right, Bruce specially invited some of the best fighting masters in the world to teach us." Tim said.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I think his expression is a bit complicated.

Dick also hesitated to speak, under my puzzled expression, he showed a smile with mixed emotions: "Yes, the teacher Bruce paid a lot of money for, he really cares about us Personal safety."

"But your expression doesn't say that." I complained.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a forced smile, a sham smile that is not a smile on the surface.

"No, he looks happy." Jason raised his eyebrows.

The happiest person is obviously you who have been watching the fun since you came to the table, right?I was displeased in my heart.

In short, this meal is really full of slots.

-

After eating is my rest time.

Everyone dispersed, those who went to the company for a meeting—referring to Tim, those who went to school—referring to Damian, those who went to fulfill their dreams to fulfill their dreams—referring to Jason, those who went on a date—referring to my dad.

Dad, look at the dark circle under Tim's eyes that symbolizes that he may die suddenly from lack of sleep at any time, are you brave enough to go on a date?

My dad proved it with actions, and he is ashamed.

When I woke up, I saw the news about my dad in the news feed on my mobile phone: Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark had a big fight, two men competed for a woman, how attractive is the new cover girl? ?

This press release issued by an unknown pheasant newspaper carefully analyzed these two men who often surpassed each other in the rich list, from their first tit-for-tat confrontation at a banquet to [-] words, Among them, there are many rumors that are not known to be true or false.

Then the second half of this report changed its style and began to introduce the new cover girl-well, this report is the marketing promotion of this cover girl.

Then the gossip inside is mostly false.

I flipped through the page, then lay back and fell back on the bed.

What "Tony Stark, who was not willing to be called Iron Man, went down and adopted Batman instead." "Authorizing the Metropolitan newspaper reporter for exclusive interview rights because the reporter has a close relationship with Superman." This is not random Nonsense?

My dad is the one who funded the Justice League. If you want to find Superman, do you need to go through a mediocre metropolis reporter?

As far as Superman's battle damage was concerned, would he dare to offend his benefactor, Wayne?

For this kind of untrue report, I choose the right button - Complain - False news.

joke!How could my dad not be as good as Tony Stark!

I put the phone darkened and threw it under the pillow, picked up the Gotham Daily newspaper on the bedside, and praised and affirmed the headline of the report on it—"Bruce Wayne Meets Cover Girl, Tony Starr Cleoson is one step ahead".

As expected of the mainstream media in Gotham, they never spread false news.

——I'm partial to my dad, what's wrong!Bruce Wayne is the best in the world!

When I was about to go to class, I quickly glanced at the other contents of the newspaper in my hand.

"Another strange thing happened in Gotham City? The mayor's beloved puppy died strangely... What kind of messy news?" I said to myself.

The teacher in the headset began to roll the roll. I folded the newspaper in my hand and put it in the drawer.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and the class roll call is the biggest.

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