[Zhongyingmei] How difficult is it to become a reliable adult

Guardian of Gotham, Bruce Wayne, the great vampire, ends his patrol at three in the morning, and after four hours of rest in bed, he starts a brand new day.

Low-level vampires don't act during the day, but as the original vampire nobleman, Grand Duke Wayne doesn't need to care about this.

He lay on the bed for a while and opened his eyes.

An invitation is on his desk, brought in by bats outside the window, which is his way of communicating with others in the territory.

Bruce drank his first glass of water in the morning, then sat at the table and opened the invitation gracefully.

"Hello, little bat. Today is me and Bane, oh, you know, that Bane, and today is our wedding. Surprise-joy! This is the wedding of the century, and we sincerely invite you to attend! "

Signed by your dear clown.

The invitation fell from the Vampire Grand Duke's hand to the table with a snap.

The ten-ton hammer awakens the sleeping soul.He woke up with a fright.

Bruce looked at the things on the table again, but it was just a newspaper with a report on the joint operation of the Joker and Bane last month.

Bruce fell silent, and after a while, he let out a breath of relief.

At least these two scourges are not really married, and the situation is still under control.

Ai Puli stuck to the wall, pretending to be a lily clam ashore, and watched Damian's every move.

Damian frowned, "I just touched your bunny ears, you acted like I was going to catch you on the grill."

He paused, emphatically, "I don't eat rabbits."

"It has nothing to do with whether you eat rabbit or not." April sighed deeply, "You don't understand what I've been through, Damian, just like you don't understand what you're doing now."

She had texted Jonathan and Morgan for help, but on weekend mornings, the two didn't get up earlier than [-] a.m.

In such a huge Gotham, no one can help her.

"Whatever you think," Damian pointed downstairs, "Titus and Ace's wedding is about to start, and we have to wake up Father and Drake."

This convinced Aprile, who had a beautiful fantasy.Before she went to bed last night, Tim's Facebook was still online, maybe he didn't sleep, and he didn't wake up with a big change.

Before knocking on the door, Aprily hesitated politely, and Damian knocked on the door unceremoniously, "Don't sleep, Drake, get up and attend the wedding of the dogs!"

There was no sound in the bedroom.

Damian put his ear to the door and listened carefully, his face changed suddenly, "There is no sound of breathing."

They didn't care about etiquette, and Damian kicked open the door of Tim's bedroom and rushed in.

The pale-faced boy lay peacefully on the bed, with only a black-haired head exposed between the quilt and the pillow.

The temperature in the room is very low, the air conditioner is on the lowest setting.He was covered with a thick quilt, and his whole body was buried in the pile of quilts, like a mushroom lying on the snow.

Damian puts his hand on the side of his neck to check his pulse, then checks for his breathing.His face became ugly, "This duck can't be saved."

Ai Puli, who was about to be sad: "...wait a minute, why is it a duck?"

"Because he's a duck," Damian said, "and a duck is a duck, there's not that many reasons."

Aprily probed Tim's breath without giving up, without the surge of air.

Maybe Tim was really in danger, and he was lying in bed and gone to another world when they didn't know it.

Tears welled up in April's eyes, and she was about to speak.Under the layers of quilt, Tim closed his eyes and coughed twice, his voice hoarse, "Who is getting married to whom? Jason and which gun girlfriend?"

Ai Puli's sadness stopped abruptly, and the tears stuck on the edge of her eyes.

Damian covered his face with a pillow expressionlessly, and struck ruthlessly. If he had been this decisive in the battle against Deathstroke, he might have nailed the mercenaries to the roof.

Tim was struggling like a dehydrated fish in the pillow and quilt, and finally stretched out a leg from under the quilt, kicking Damian away without hesitation.

"You're trying to murder a dead man!" he accused angrily.

Damian chewed on the key points, "Dead man, you learned the technique of holding your breath just to pretend to be dead?"

"I'm not pretending to be dead," Tim lay back, covered the quilt, and closed his eyes. "I'm already dead. Dead people don't need to work, they don't need to work overtime, and they won't participate in any social activities."

Ai Puli couldn't hold back the doubt in her heart for a moment, "But the dead won't talk to us."

"Yeah," Tim's eyelids parted a little, "so I'm a ghost now."

The setup is pretty complete.

April asked again, "Can't spirits work and attend weddings?"

"Of course not," Tim relaxed his facial muscles, ready to enter a state of suspended animation, "the spirit body and the body are connected, and my body is here."

Ai Puli said softly, "Then what if Damian carries you there?"

Damian cleans and jerks [-] pounds a day, so it must be no problem to lift a Tim.

Tim couldn't bear it anymore, he opened one eye and said quietly, "Don't make me stand by your bedside in the middle of the night."

Then you're 100% going to be thrown out the window by Dick, caring dad doesn't allow any male creature over the age of fifteen in his daughter's boudoir.

Ah, now it's not Dick.He should be called "Mr. Juan".

Tim had no intention of attending the wedding of Titus and Ace, and Mr. Duck slept under a quilt in the air-conditioned bedroom.

Ai Puli has completely understood that there is no normal person in this family except her.

With the last hope, she sent a message to her aunts who were said to be partying all night last night, praying that they would get up before three o'clock this afternoon.

The last room they're going to is the master bedroom, which belongs to Bruce.

Before Damian could knock on the door, the owner of the bedroom opened the door.

He was fully dressed and looked ready to come downstairs to give a speech at the wedding.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm glad to see that you have finished today's rest, Father." Damian said, "Today is the wedding of Titus and Ace. As the head of the family, you need to speak at the wedding."

For a moment, Bruce doesn't understand what Damian is saying.

His mind went blank for half a second, "Whose wedding are you talking about?"

Damian repeated patiently to his father, "There's reproductive isolation between Titus and Ace, Bat Cow and Alfred the Cat, Father, there's no way they can be together."

Is it possible with two neutered male dogs?

Ai Puli is shocked, you are not reasonable at all!

Bruce tries to look gregarious, but he fails.

His sharp eyes glanced at Damian's hand that was naturally resting on the corner of his clothes, "Is there something wrong with my clothes?"

"No problem," Damian said without changing his expression, "but your tail is knotted, father, do you need me to untie it for you?"

Bruce: "...tie a knot?"

Aprily: "...tie a knot?"

April quietly leaned next to Damian, and whispered in a small voice that Bruce could hear, "Damian, what kind of animal do you think Bruce is?"

It stands to reason that bats don't have tails.

Neither do vampires.

It can't be a devil, the devil in the heart of Gotham's gangsters.

Damian glanced at April in surprise, as if surprised that April didn't know the obvious answer, "Father is a black panther, noble, majestic, and full of strength."

Ai Puli couldn't help feeling a little moved by his vivid description, and she also wanted to see the world in Damian's eyes.

Bruce's mind goes blank again for half a second, and this time he finds out the truth.

He squinted his eyes and looked at April, the culprit who stayed up surfing last night, with unfathomable eyes.

Ai Puli's scalp was numb from his look, "Didn't my face be washed clean?"

"That's not the problem." Bruce said.

He found that Aprile was also observing him with strange eyes, as if he was a bat walking upright.

Maybe her ability has affected her, and the dreamer himself doesn't know that he is in a dream.

Bruce secretly guessed what kind of distortion would occur in Aprily's dream world. According to his and Damian's situation, the people affected by Aprily should have been subtly changed.

They still have the same character and behavior as before, but the applied world view has changed.

Aprily wanted to go to the Kansas countryside to farm. Maybe she saw Wayne Manor as a huge farmland, and Bruce and Damian planted cabbage and dwarf winter melon in the field.

Bruce stood still, he was very patient, "It's nothing, let's go, didn't you say the wedding is about to start?"

The first wedding he attended in Wayne Manor in his lifetime turned out to be two dogs he raised. Who will get married next time, Bat Cow and Alfred the Cat?

His calm and decisive action made Ai Puli more sure of her thoughts.

Bruce is definitely not normal!

No normal person can attend the wedding of two neutered male dogs with peace of mind.This is not what Ai Puli means to discriminate against minorities, but Ace obviously can play with anyone. Jonathan said that Ace is the mediator among animals.

It is the complete opposite of Damian's character, and completely violates the principle of "things resemble their hosts".

Aprily looked carefully, taking into account Bruce's every move.

Bruce Wayne, Batman, Gotham's urban legend, the root of Gotham's vampire rumors.Dick said that when he was a child, he would fantasize that he was a vampire patrolling his territory, and Bruce's identity was clearly revealed.

He is the Grand Duke of Vampires!

Aprily looked serious, hoping that Bruce wouldn't go crazy and bite people at the wedding, and she would go to the kitchen to bring him a glass of red wine later, and lie to him that this was fresh blood for the Duke to enjoy.

The little girl sees through everything, and there is no normal person in this family except her.Jason and Damian, who seem to be normal people, are just a delicate disguise.

The only one I can rely on now is myself!

Oh, when can Kashan, Stella and Xiaoba come to rescue her?

Are they still up?

A car drove steadily on the only road leading to Wayne Manor.

Barbara put the sunglasses on top of her head in the driver's seat, "So there are three of us, only one mobile phone."

"If you are willing to count your mobile phone that fell from the sixth floor to the trash can on the first floor, and my mobile phone that was soaked in the bathtub, then we have three." Stephanie said troubledly.

Her body was sitting in the car, and her soul was still lying on the bed in Barbara's apartment. Her head was bit by bit, and she almost fell on the car window.

On her lap, Cassandra, the only cell phone survivor, uttered a muffled hum, curled up in a rye bag on Stephanie's lap, her face buried in Stephanie's stomach.

Her cell phone, intact except for its battery, was lying on the car's cupholder charging after being heroically rescued by its owner before flying down the stairs with Barbara's cell phone.

"Ella is in the manor. They are probably at home. We don't need to call in advance." Barbara glanced at the sleepy girls in the rearview mirror and smiled, "Go to the manor to sleep, we still have We'll be there in 3 minutes."

No one saw, Cassandra's phone screen lit up, stuck in the cup holder, and several messages popped up in succession.

The last message is from Aprily.

"If you are awake, don't come to Wayne Manor, run away!!"