The Princess Diaries [Comprehensive British and American]

After scouring Bruce, the contented Adele turned her attention to the next target.

Tim: "..."

Even though his back was firmly pressed against the sofa without leaving any gaps, Tim still shrank back in horror. He hugged his chest with his hands, and put on a pitiful appearance of a weak girl being molested by a cruel bully.

What are you doing!Didn't you agree to be alone for a day?

"It's just a little bit of practice in advance," as long as it's nothing to do with yourself, Red Hood can watch the show without any psychological burden, and sometimes he doesn't think it's a big deal to help, "It's also for your own good, so that you don't have to be in a hurry."

Tim glared at Red Hood, thinking that before Bruce said "I'm Batman" hundreds of times in Batman's mask, he still had a quark of credibility to say it, now... yuck!

Adele stared at Tim without blinking. She stared at him for a long time. Since she couldn't get a response, the expectations that were originally twinkling stars in her eyes gradually turned into disappointment, but her eyes were still shining. , because tears gradually flowed up, spinning back and forth around the eye sockets.

...This scene seems familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere, Red Hood and Damian thought at the same time.

Bruce took out a silk handkerchief from his suit pocket, and gently wiped away the tears that finally couldn't hang on Adele, trembling and sliding down the soft curve of her face, and said in a low voice, "Tim."

Son has no rights!Tim sighed and gave up struggling, "Come on, please don't cry..."

"Ah?" Adele came back to her senses, blinked her eyes several times vigorously, tears fell down, she rubbed the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, "I didn't cry, I forgot to blink, it's so uncomfortable..."

Look, I knew it was all routines, the innocent little bird baby bird couldn't play with the little devil at all.Red Hood grows more pitiful towards Tim.

It can be inferred from this that she lied to me like this before, causing me to be nagged by my teammates all the way.Damian kind of wants to hit someone.

Tim was already stunned. As a young and domineering CEO, he had seen countless scheming men and women in the business field, but he was really a headache for an underage little devil in angel skin like Adele. Encounter once.

As for Bruce, heh, the sons have already seen through him. This man's lower limit morality and IQ have been eaten by Superman's Kryptonian dog Ah Woo when he was serious about learning how to be Batman from Adele. It is unrealistic to see through Adele's true face. In his eyes, Adele is good no matter what, and she has no shortcomings at all.

"What's the most important thing about being a Red Robin?" Adele asked solemnly, holding up the pointer that Ah Fu kindly provided.

Tim was listless, and directly copied Bruce's answer from the previous round, "I don't know."

"Student, why is your attitude not positive at all?" Red Hood took the opportunity to tease Yangzi.

Tim picked up the pillow and threw it at Red Hood's face.

"Don't fight," Adele waved the pointer, and the flying pillow suddenly hovered in the air, only an inch away from the handsome face of the red hood. "You are so active, so you can answer it."

Tim: "Ha ha ha ha ha."

I'll see if you can still laugh in a while, Xiaohong, don't regret it.

The corner of Red Hood's mouth curled up, and he said maliciously: "The most important thing to be a Red Robin is not to be able to sleep."

"That's right!" A white rose grew out of Adele's pointer, and several small clusters of paper fireworks exploded around the rose, diamond-shaped pieces of colored paper fell all over the red hood, and the white rose Also fell into his arms.

Tim's eyes widened in disbelief, unable to believe what he heard: "No way!"

"It's true," Adele said in a sincere tone, "Red Robin, that is you, you have to deal with various affairs of the Wayne Group during the day, and you have to wear a cloak to patrol at night, so you don't have time to sleep at all."

Tim still thinks this is bullshit, how can anyone run 24 hours a day without sleep?

Perhaps it was Tim's stunned look that pleased Damian, and he even got involved, "Drake, if you don't believe me, just touch your hair and see if you're bald."

Tim: "No! My hair is thick and smooth! It's very—"

Before the words were finished, Tim spread his palms and found a large mass of hair lying in them.

Damian shrugged.

Tim was in a bald panic, he was gloomily, and refused to speak.

Adele: "...Is he okay, shouldn't I expose this cruel fact?"

"A real warrior dares to face the bleak life and face the dripping blood," the red hood said solemnly, "Bald is used to it, leave him alone, is there another one?"

Hitting the brothers was such a joy to Red Hood that he forgot the mental and physical torture that Juliet Dick's heart-wrenching questioning had caused him not long ago.

"Yes." Damian smiled slightly, pointing to Dick who was covering his head with one hand and struggling to get up on the back of the sofa with the other. "There it is."

Red Hood: "...Farewell."

A basin of cold water was poured over his head, and Red Hood woke up. He finally recalled the fear of being dominated by Romeo and Juliet.

Red Hood wanted to slip away immediately, but the elusive Ah Fu stopped him before he was about to rush out the door, and sincerely invited him to lunch.The red hood couldn't refuse the old butler's kindness, so he had to stick his neck awkwardly and stay.

Damian scoffed at that.

Adele volunteered and offered to help with the cooking.

The proposal was then unanimously rejected by the family.

Adele: "...I really know how to do it!" If you don't believe me, ask Clark and Xiao Qiao!

Ah Fu smiled kindly: "Leave cooking to me."

Adele could only nod her head, thinking to herself that you don't even know what you missed.

"Who was the last person who said he could cook?" Damian pretended to be thinking, "By the way, it was the bald one. A series of explosions."

"You're the one with the bald head!" Tim yelled. "How much better are you than me? A person whose grill has blackened the ceiling has no right to speak!"

Damian said bluntly and confidently, "At least I cooked the meat well."

Tim sneered and mocked: "Then you are great."

Red Hood didn't participate in this meaningless verbal fight, because he was the only one in the whole family who knew how to cook besides Ah Fu, and his cooking skills were pretty good.

Dick isn't involved either, he's still in his Romeo and Juliet, throwing a sad, unsure look at the red hood from time to time.

The Red Hood was trembling all over, he took the chair and moved to the side of Adele, "Are you sure the effect of that wine is just amnesia? There is no side effect such as lowering IQ?"

"No," Adele said, "but after some memories are covered up, in order to be logically consistent, the brain will automatically stitch together the rest of the memories. It may be because of this that he became like this... You two used to Is your relationship particularly good?"

Red Hood said coldly, "No."

"Yes," a faint voice sounded in his ears, Dick rested his chin on the table, and rubbed his buttocks like a snuffer, staring at the red hood with accusing eyes, "I raised him since childhood, Teach him homework, take him to and from school, cook for him..."

Red Hood: "... what dream are you doing?"

Tim: "A brother is like a mother."

Damian: "Hahaha Todd was not poisoned to death by you!"

Dick still has a little self-knowledge, so he thinks what Damian said is very reasonable, but he does remember the scene where he fed his dear second brother, his thinking was confused for a while, and he fell into confusion.

Adele saw that there was a connection, and took the opportunity to ask: "Tell me, I want to hear, how did you know each other?"

"Just...so we know each other," Dick clenched his fist and tapped his temple lightly, "One day I came home from school and I was doing my homework on the living room carpet, and Bruce walked in with him and told me it was Jason, it's my brother..."

Adele was taken aback for a moment, and she suddenly turned her head to look at the red hood, "You—"

"Listen to his nonsense," Red Hood—Jason's mouth twitched, "he wasn't at home that day."

No, I didn't mean to ask this, Adele thought to herself, she always thought that Red Hood came to help because she had a good relationship with Nightwing and Red Robin, the sympathy between superheroes and so on, but she didn't expect that he was also father's Adopted son, why...

Jason, his name is Jason, Adele's eyes flashed, she remembered.

Bruce Wayne had a son who didn't even need to die young and could only be called "died".

Ah Fu's act of serving food interrupted Adele's contemplation, and only then did she realize that Dick had stopped talking for a long time, and he was holding his hair in a daze.

"Don't make him think about it." Adele patted Dick on the shoulder, "I get a headache if I think about it too much."

"It seems to be true..." Dick picked up a chicken nugget with a fork and put it into his mouth mechanically. "It's not quite right."

Everyone at the table had their own thoughts, so the meal was very quiet.

After dinner, Tim was going to the company for a meeting. He found a hat from somewhere and put it on. He touched his head as he walked, his expression was absent-minded, and he almost hit the wall several times while walking.

"Hair loss hit him so hard?" Adele stood on the second floor, looking at Tim's staggering back, very worried, "Just let him go to work like this...is it okay?"

"He's already an adult, and his memory loss doesn't affect his work," Damian said indifferently, "Wayne Mansion is safer than the Gotham Police Department."

"I'd better go and have a look," Adele sighed, "After all, I caused the trouble..."

Damian would not stop Adele, he just watched her bouncing and chasing after her like a little rabbit.

"Don't you want to say something?" Hearing the footsteps, Damian said without looking back, "Father."

Bruce walked out of the shadows slowly, he leaned on the railing relaxedly, "Is she my daughter?"

"I don't know," Damian said, "In fact, I was recognized by you only for a month, which is not enough for you to remember me."

Bruce looked at Damian, thinking that this feigned indifference, but tense child was like a sensitive little lone wolf, baring its ferocious fangs and trying to scare off anyone who came close, be it good or bad.

"Then would you like me to get to know you?" Bruce smiled slightly and pressed Damian's shoulder.

Bruce felt the child under his palm stiffen slightly, and then slowly relaxed.

"Okay." Damian turned his head and whispered.

Tim put on his hat and walked straight into the office, ignoring the secretive, probing eyes of his subordinates.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the office chair turned around, revealing Adele who was lying lazily inside. She raised her hand and shook, "Hi~"

Tim: "...how did you get in here?!"

What to do with Red Robin, Red Robin makes people bald ==.

——"Tibao's Diary"