[Comprehensive British and American] Flying around the sun

Dick Grayson walked into Wayne Manor just in time for lunch.He walked into the restaurant with a smile, intending to say hello to his long-lost family members.

"Hey, Bruce, I'm back," he said jovially, pushing open the dining room door. "And Timmy and Little D—uh."

The scene in the restaurant looks quite different from the happy and happy scene he imagined; of course, the happy and happy scene in reality rarely happens because of Bruce's desire to control or because of Damian's bad character like the little devil, brother Or small quarrels between father and son are always inevitable.But even if he didn't have a doting father or a lively and friendly brother, what he imagined was not the tense scene in front of him.

Damian and Bruce sat in a row. Damian waved his fork at the vegetable salad in his bowl as if performing some kind of execution ceremony, while Bruce looked calm and normal, but the slippery knife in his hand As if to say it wasn't that simple; Tim sat across from them with a blond woman whom Dick felt somewhat familiar.Tim looks very sorry to be in this place, his head buried in his plate of corn kernels, presumably he wouldn't look up even if the bowl was empty.The lady's emotion was quite easy to see, her eyes never left Bruce for a moment, she was chewing something mechanically, and seemed to be suppressing her anger.

Hearing the sound of Dick pushing the door, the four people looked at him in unison. The atmosphere made Dick have the urge to run away.Ah Fu stepped forward to take the coat in his hand without changing his expression, and said in a gentle voice: "Master Dick, welcome home. You should have said in advance so that I can greet you."

Bruce cleared his throat. "Dick, this is Audrey Lewis. Audrey, this is Richard Grayson, my son. You may call him Dick."

Audrey Lewis?That familiarity finds an explanation, Dick having seen a picture of her in the Batcave not long after Flashpoint.To be honest, according to the atmosphere at the dinner table just now, Dick thought it was some Bruce's affair, and for some reason he managed to stay in Wayne Manor until lunch time.Dick was a little puzzled. He sat down beside Bruce and said uncertainly, "Hi, Audrey. Nice to meet you."

"Hello, Dick." Audrey's expression changed almost instantly, and she greeted Dick softly, "Happy Christmas Eve."

Dick glanced out the window at what was clearly noon, and finally decided not to say anything.Alfred added to the tableware for him, and Dick, who failed to make eye contact with Tim, finally decided to fill his stomach and talk-the plate of Alford's cookies on the table was not touched by anyone!

With Dick joined, the lunch ended in peaceful silence, though no one spoke the whole time.Bruce put down the knife and fork, and said to Audrey: "Let's go, go to the Batcave and continue what you haven't done."

Audrey looked up at him and picked up the wine glass.Her eyes were as red as burning flames in the bright light.Based on Dick's understanding of the lady's face, hearing this commanding tone, Audrey would pour all the pre-dinner wine in the glass on Bruce's face in the next second.But Audrey didn't say anything, she just drank the liquid in the glass and stood up.

The figures of Bruce and Audrey disappeared behind the study door, and Dick, who was only half full due to the stiff atmosphere, turned his head to look at Tim—Damian snorted and walked away when Bruce put down the knife and fork "What the hell is going on, Timmy?"

Tim, who finally started to drink the cold potato soup after the two left, looked up from the edge of the bowl: "Where do you want to start?"

"I know who she is. Why is she here? What happened to the atmosphere just now?"

"Ugh. It's a long story." Tim tore off a piece of bread, dipped it in the soup, and said, "Logically, it started with the Joker and someone teaming up to steal a batch of kryptonite from Gotham at some point." Shipped it out and was intercepted by Madame. So she came to Gotham."

"Whoa," Dick said, "Bruce sure isn't very happy."

"Damian is really going crazy. I guess it's because last time the clown was imprisoned in Arkham with his own hands. This time the clown escaped but was robbed by the mad woman-in short, Bruce thought she was The clown's accomplice, almost beat her up." Tim said while eating, "I don't know what happened after that, anyway, he brought the mad woman back and told her who he really is. Probably because she It's very similar to Superman, in terms of personality."

"What?" Dick said, "but she just looked like Batman without the mask. I'm not saying anything bad about B!"

He laughed, and Tim suppressed his smile, and continued: "I just saw her at breakfast today, and she was still in a good mood, and advised me to go to bed early. Well, then she and Bruce went to the bat hole, deal with the kryptonite and clown gas that she brought."

"Ugh," said Dick, "I think that's why she's mad."

Tim shrugged. "Not really. Apparently she figured out that the way Batman handles kryptonite is to store it all up for a rainy day, and maybe she did get a little mad at him for a moment. But she was quick to admit that she was more was mad at himself, and still trusted Bruce—"

"I don't understand," Dick murmured. "Maybe The Flash is right."

"What did The Flash say?" Tim asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe Chiu really has memories of the Flashpoint universe," Dick said half-jokingly, "otherwise I don't believe anyone would be so tolerant of Bruce—"

Alfred cleared his throat gracefully, taking away the plates in front of them.

……

Audrey pushed the goggles on her face up on top of her head—her own had been broken by Batman, the current one was Wayne's—and threw a jar at Bruce.

"Here you are, the neutralized gas sample of the clown gas. Added gas stability and color neutralizer according to your requirements, this tank should be able to neutralize ten cubic meters of poison gas. I have recorded the gas molecular formula and industrial production process Now, you can produce more yourself," she said, taking off her gloves.

Bruce accurately caught the small silver-white jar, and rubbed it in the palm of his hand. "What about the side effects?"

Audrey said angrily: "After the reaction, the green pigment will be deposited, which may make the top of your head turn green in actual use—and after it reacts with the clown gas, it will produce some kind of aromatic substance, which smells a bit like Musty smell. As for the hallucinogenic or debilitating strong side effects you think, I can't make it out, if you want, you can add some yourself."

Bruce stared at the side face of her frowning and tidying up the experimental utensils, and whispered, "Are you still angry?"

Audrey paused. "No," she said, "I'm not angry."

"You care more about Superman than I thought," Bruce said. "Because of Flashpoint? Or something else?"

Audrey turned around and looked at Bruce blankly.She put the breakable glassware back on the shelf as it was, and there was a less noticeable surge of air in the Batcave, and she lifted her feet off the ground and floated in the air with a movement often used by Superman.Then, she quickly approached Bruce.Bruce subconsciously took half a step back, planning to make a defensive move, but he hesitated for half a second because he wanted to know what Audrey was going to do——

Floating in front of him, Audrey grabbed his cheek with both hands and pulled it out forcefully.

"You're far less cute than I thought Bruce Wayne would be," she grumbled. "If you really want to know, ask Superman yourself."

Bruce's eyes widened at her audacity, and the unmasked Prince of Gotham glared in disbelief at the man who had done such a heinous thing to his face with his heartbreaking eyes, on both cheeks Asymmetrical red marks appear.Bruce's face had never been treated this way, whether he was Bruce or Batman - although the former was out of reluctance, the latter was obviously out of fear.After pulling Bruce's face, Audrey seemed to express her depression, and smiled at him with one corner of her mouth raised, and flew away happily.

"I've got to go back for Christmas Eve, Bruce," she said with a smile. "Say hello to the Justice League for me."

"Maybe you can say hello to them yourself. I mean, maybe you'd like to join the Justice League?" Probably switching to Batman mode, Bruce said in a serious tone, just rubbing his cheeks to make this serious effect greatly reduced , "We believe that we need to unite superhuman forces to protect the earth together, and you have the ability to be one of us."

"That's not what you said last night." Audrey raised her eyebrows, circled half a circle and flew back. "Can I have the honor to know the reason why Zhenglian's consultant changed his mind?"

"The Zhenglian consultant has his own rules of conduct." Bruce said grimly, and then looked helplessly at Audrey who laughed out loud, "Be serious, girl. And you need to get other members approval."

Audrey fell to the ground and stood up straight: "I will do my best, Batman."

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Christmas Eve passed amidst warm family reunions, and Clark said goodnight to his mother and retired to his own room.The lights on the farm had been extinguished, only the small bulbs twineing around a spruce outside the door that Clark had dug for a Christmas tree a few days ago were still twinkling like stars.Clark gazed at the golden stars on top of the snow-covered tree for a few seconds with a pleasant smile, and drew the curtains.

Audrey hardly sent him any messages during the day, and did not resume her usual activity until nightfall.They shared Christmas dinner and blessings in text messages. It was not until before going to bed that Martha put down the sweater needle in her hand and asked him with a smile if he was in love.

"What?" Clark's face turned red, "Mom, I don't! We're just friends."

That should be it, Clark thought uncertainly.Audrey's attitude towards him was consistent from the beginning to the end, she was so gentle and friendly from the beginning, it was almost impossible to see if there was any emotional change in her getting along with him.Thinking of this, Clark felt that he didn't know whether to be grateful or disappointed. In fact, he didn't know whether he was looking forward to getting closer to Audrey.

That's fine now, he thought.Audrey didn't reply to his message for another period of time, Clark stuffed the phone under the pillow sullenly, and buried himself in it.

He closed his eyes, and then, the Kryptonian's keen hearing, he heard the faint sound of footsteps.Maybe it's a small animal that has spent the winter, and tomorrow I will go to the farm to see if there are any rabbits that have been frozen... The drowsiness gradually came up, he thought in a daze.

The next second, the phone he stuffed under the pillow vibrated.Clark took out his phone and glanced at it, then turned over and sat up.Caller ID is Audrey.

He could feel the electromagnetic signal being transmitted to his hand from somewhere, and there was a familiar heartbeat beating gently and rhythmically, so close that he thought it was in his ear.He picked up the phone, jumped off the bed in a hurry, and ran to the window barefoot.

"Hi, Clark. Merry Christmas." A voice rang from under his window and from his phone at the same time. Clark opened the curtains, and Audrey was standing under the Christmas tree, with one hand behind his back and the other Looking up at his window, the stars on the Christmas tree twinkled, illuminating the white snow on her shoulders.

Audrey saw him, and a smile immediately spread to the corner of her mouth and into her eyes.Clark felt his strong Kryptonian heart suddenly start to beat faster and uncontrollably.

"Merry Christmas, Audrey." Clark said, and the next second, he grabbed a coat and ran downstairs with his slippers on.

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The author has something to say:

Jason wasn't at the Batman's Christmas table(.)

Move the face of the bat, hehe...