The Princess Diaries [Comprehensive British and American]

The young President Drake had serious doubts and distrust of Wayne Group's security level, so he picked up his cell phone and prepared to call the police.

Adele snapped her fingers, Tim's phone grew a pair of soft little wings, broke free from the control of his five fingers and flew up, circled around him, and chirped twice.

"I'm here to protect you," Adele said with a serious expression as she sat up straight on the edge of the table, "You are in danger now."

Rich people in Gotham are the favorite targets of kidnapping and extortion by gangsters and terrorists. In the past, Tim was dressed as Red Robin. He has lost his memory, and is just a weak and powerless president, even if there is a group of bodyguards behind him, it is not reassuring.

In Adele's eyes, Tim is like a delicious little cake who escaped from the safe, threw away the packing box, and walked naked on the street. The sweet fragrance can be smelled ten streets away, and it blatantly seduces criminals to go on and on. He jumped up and licked it.

Tim grabbed the phone a few times but couldn't get it back, so he gave up angrily. He leaned against the door with his arms folded, his mouth raised, and his smile was between sarcasm and helplessness. Wrong, as long as you stay away from me."

Upon waking up, facing his father and brothers with varying degrees of amnesia, Tim had a strange feeling that he had time-traveled.If he used to live in an inspirational workplace essay, now his world has become a clumsy novel with a mixture of romance and suspense.Adele is a heroine or villain who appeared out of nowhere, no matter how suspicious she looks, everyone has a good impression of her that is above the pass line, except for him, a hard-working male lead, because he doesn't know her at all, yes All her good behaviors are at a loss and she can't figure it out. I only wonder if she has other plans...

"The meeting time is coming soon," Adele glanced at the electronic memo in the corner of the desk, and kindly reminded, "Aren't you going?"

Tim's unrestrained thoughts were interrupted. He exchanged a glance with Adele, who had sincere eyes, and sighed helplessly: "I'm worried about you being here."

Adele blinked, "No one can hurt me."

Tim smiled awkwardly and politely, and put it bluntly: "Perhaps you would like to go to the reception room to rest?"

Adele suddenly realized, "I understand... I'm sorry, I didn't think twice, you go to the meeting, I'll wait outside."

Adele jumped off the chair, turned and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her back suddenly blurred and twisted, and disappeared through the window like a puff of smoke.

Tim rubbed his eyes to make sure he was alone in the office.

...The entry is updated, in addition to romance and suspense, let's add a horror tag.

Tim thought with mixed feelings.

Tim entered the conference room absent-mindedly and began today's work. He didn't know that Adele was floating outside the window at this time, lying on the clouds and rolling boredly.

The waiting time was really too long and boring. Adele consciously lay down quietly for a long time, but when she looked at the watch again, the minute hand only passed five small divisions.

"Ahhh!" She rubbed her hair with puffed cheeks, turned over and sat up, intending to have some fun for herself.

Superman in Port Grace, Maine, received a call from Adele, "K...Luck... how's the situation...?"

Clark: "...where are you? The signal is so bad."

Adele: "...Heaven..."

Clark: "???"

Am I thinking too much, or am I just too old to understand what the kids are saying?

Clark wiped his face with vicissitudes, skipping the question that made him puzzled, "Not bad, by the way, I have something to ask you..."

The situation is indeed much more optimistic than Clark had expected.Aquaman Arthur was not in Atlantis when the accident happened. He was taking the sea queen Mera on a shore vacation. When he woke up, he forgot his identity as Aquaman, but miraculously remembered who his wife was.

...the desire to survive is extremely strong.

Just when the terrified Mera wanted to contact the Justice League for help, Superman fell from the sky.After listening to what had happened and confirming that Aquaman had not suffered a malicious attack from the side of evil magic, Mera breathed a sigh of relief, and calmly said that this is not a big trouble, it is just a matter of starting all over again.

"I was able to persuade him to return to Atlantis to be king at the beginning, and now I can persuade him a second time," Mera stood on the cliff, staring affectionately at Arthur's heroic figure of catching fish underwater, " Besides, if you think about it from another angle, you can fall in love twice."

Clark, who is obviously a winner in life with a wife and son, but still has a mouthful of dog food: "???" Are you so big-hearted?

"I'm more concerned about that little sister's account book," Meera changed the subject, "Will it affect me if the picture is damaged?"

The situation was urgent before, and Clark only cared about confirming the state of the amnesiac, but now he heard Meera's reminder, and he broke out in a cold sweat, "I'll go ask!"

"Don't worry, is my statement exaggerated? It's not that serious," Meera laughed. "A single piece of paper doesn't have that much power, so I'm curious about the effect of her spell."

Clark patted his chest, "Don't scare me."

"Eat fish?" Meera lit the fire. "Arthur is back."

"...That's it." Clark relayed Mera's question to Adele. He had grilled fish in his mouth, and his voice was vague, "What's the matter with your notebook?"

"Don't worry, I have considered this serious issue before painting," Adele took advantage of the unpreparedness, floated into the Wayne Building incognito, and found a place with a good signal, "The spell is an improved substitute spell, sign it Before, there was only positive two-way feedback, and negative effects could not be transmitted. Even if the paper man was torn to pieces, it would have no effect on the real person; after signing, the two-way feedback disappeared, the contract was established, and the signature would change color when the real person was in danger. It can help real people resist damage, until it is damaged after accumulating fatal damage, and cannot be repaired."

Clark was a little dizzy, "What's the matter with amnesia?"

"Because 'intoxication' wine does not harm," Adele said slowly, "Dionysus and Apollo created this wine with the intention of letting those who drink it forget their troubles and enjoy a better life of……"

So the drunk effect was regarded as a positive feedback, which was passed from the paper man to the real person.

Clark's head was full of black lines, "Okay."

"Yesterday was really an accident. There was a protective spell on the cover," Adele said shyly, "I was in a hurry to leave without locking the ledger. If I locked it, this situation would not have happened. "

Clark finished eating a fish and asked without much hope, "Have you found a solution?"

"I found it!" Adele said briskly, "Just..."

The solution Adele described mirrored what Mera had planned.

"One more thing," Adele said, "Sea King has the blood of Atlantis, he is not an ordinary human being, and he will not be drunk for too long like his father. Compared with my situation, he will return to normal after seven days at most. Now, if you drink well, the time will be even shorter."

Clark was finally relieved, "That's good."

Don't make any more problems, Clark thought, the heart can't stand the stimulation when I'm old!

Tim's meeting went on for a long, long time.

After Adele made the phone call, she flew fifty times around the Wayne Building, rolled countless times on the clouds, and sneaked into the VIP reception room to steal all the ice cream in the refrigerator... until the sun was falling, the meeting It's over.

Time to go home?

Adele, who was invisible, bit an ice cream scoop and walked through the corridor against the flow of people coming off work, and came to the president's office. She saw Tim pouring himself a large cup of espresso with a heroic expression, then rolled up his sleeves, lying on his stomach. Back in front of the computer, he started to work overtime with high spirits.

Adele: "..." Isn't he tired?

Invisibility cannot eliminate the sound. Adele stepped lightly on the carpet and sat down on the sofa. She tilted her head and looked at Tim, wanting to see how long he could work.

It turns out that Tim can keep working like a robot without interruption.

...until he couldn't take it anymore.

When Tim stood up for the third time and walked towards the coffee machine, Adele finally couldn't help showing up, "Are you dying?"

Tim, who was in a trance, was taken aback. The cup dropped his hand and hit the ground. Adele caught it with a spell and put it back on the table.

"...Oh, it's you," Tim said, so preoccupied with his various pressing projects that it took him a moment to remember who Adele was. "Why are you still here?"

"Pick you up and go home." Adele sighed, "Father sent a text message asking why you haven't come back. You have already missed the meal."

The sky was pitch black, and it was another gloomy night, with no moon or stars in sight. The whole city was illuminated by bright neon lights and the headlights of cars speeding through the streets and alleys.

This weather is perfect for crime.

"There's another merger case," Tim yawned, "as soon as the trial is over—"

The moment Adele turned around, Tim floated up like a light balloon, three feet off the ground, and was dragged and stumbled out of the office following the little girl's steps.

"Ow!" Tim's forehead hit the door frame, "Put me down!"

"Don't let it go," Adele was extremely domineering, "Think about your bald head, it's time for you to eat and sleep."

Tim: "...I, no, bald!"

The driver had already left work, and Adele couldn't drive without a driver's license. Tim's driving in this situation was tantamount to suicide. After weighing the pros and cons, Adele chose another mode of transportation.

Two unbelievably large swans landed on the open space in front of the Wayne Building, carrying a swing full of roses and myrtle.

The corner of Tim's mouth twitched: "...Are you serious?"

Adele touched the swan's head, "Of course."

Tim turned around decisively, "I don't want to."

After walking two steps, Tim felt that he was being pulled by an invisible and extremely tough thread. He was forced to back up, all the way back to the swing, and sat on his buttocks, unable to move.

"It was given to me by my mother. Others haven't had a chance to ride it," Adele said sincerely, "Apollo traded his solar car for me before, but I ignored him. His car went from head to toe." The feet are golden and too earthy."

Tim, surrounded by flowers, was extremely desperate. He thought to himself why don't you change it?Between soil and flowers, he chooses soil.

Adele waved her hand, and the swan took off smoothly with a swing, floating over Gotham.

Tim's expression was blank, and he had given up struggling. After all, it was useless to resist. The only thing he could do at this moment was to pull his hat down to cover his face.

He suddenly wished so much that he was really the heroic and fearless Red Robin in urban legends, so that at least he would not be ravaged by the little devil in angel skin, Adele.

Robin had spent the entire afternoon preparing for tonight's night watch, and the thought of him covering Batman made him tremble with excitement.

The Batmobile was alerted after driving for three blocks, and Black Mask and Penguin's men were fighting with each other on Queen's Road a kilometer away.

"Got it." Robin replied to A Fu, turned the car and drove towards the scene of the incident. On the way, he told Bruce, "You will sit in the car later, don't go out."

Although Baby Bruce is wearing a full set of Batman's equipment, he doesn't know how to fight, and the chances of being spotted in front of gangsters are very high. Once the news of Batman's accident spreads, the situation will become uncontrollable.

Bruce leaned back on the chair with his whole body relaxed, his fingers slowly slid across the glass window of the Batmobile, leaving a few shallow marks.

"Did you remember anything?" Robin couldn't help asking.

Bruce shook his head, "Not yet."

"Okay," Robin lowered his eyes to hide the flash of disappointment, and secretly told himself not to worry, "I'll come up with something exciting next, maybe I'll remember—"

The Batmobile turned on its headlights suddenly, and two beams of dazzling light cut through the dark and dense night like sharp swords, cutting into the battle situation at lightning speed.

The intense firefight stopped temporarily, and the gang members hiding in the dark showed panic, "It's Batman!"

"You're too high-profile." Red Hood's steady voice sounded on the communication channel, and the crisp click sound of him opening the gun safety, "The old man's style is to throw the smoke bomb first."

"This is my style," the Batmobile door opened, and Robin flashed sideways, rolled into the bunker on the spot, and knocked out the first person neatly, "Tonight is Robin's carnival night!"

Bruce sat quietly in the car, with his hands folded on his knees, his eyes locked on the bright figure, moving back and forth with Robin's jumping and jumping.

Something surged up in the depths of his heart, rushed along with the blood, and gradually filled his whole body.He subconsciously held the grapple gun hanging on his belt, and slowly gathered his five fingers.

"Master Wayne?" Perhaps the too quiet atmosphere made Ah Fu feel uneasy, so he tentatively asked in a soft voice.

The answer to Alfred was the sound of the car door opening and closing, and Bruce left the Batmobile without a sound, joining the melee with a gesture of recklessness that surprised him.

Red Hood knocked over a person with one shot, and when the muzzle of the gun moved near the Batmobile, he suddenly cursed in a low voice, "Fuck! He's down!"

Robin gave a "tsk" sound, kicked some unlucky guy in the chest hard, and jumped back to his father with his strength. He lowered his voice, "I knew you wouldn't be obedient."

"I'm your father." Bruce said slowly. He fumbled a few times on his belt, took out a handful of bat darts and threw them out at will. Except for one that fell to the ground and exploded and produced a thick mist, the other bat darts They all miraculously hit the target.

Robin: "..." Didn't you say you won't fight?

Red Hood: "..." This can be missed, and it is reasonable to suspect that the bat dart is actually some kind of awesome weapon of causality.

A beep sounded from the earphones. Seeing that Bruce was not only in no danger, but also having fun, Red Hood temporarily took his attention away from the battlefield and looked down at the electronic map.

A little red dot representing Red Robin is approaching at an incredible speed.

"...Going home at this time?" The corner of the red hood's mouth twitched, "The baby bird is coming this way."

Robin frowned, "Why are they joining in the fun?"

Red Hood suddenly noticed a strange thing flying from the sky.

The snow-white swan stands out in the night sky, and the falling swing decorated with flowers is even more impossible to ignore...or look directly at.

Through the magnification of the sight of the sniper rifle, the red hood clearly saw that Adele was waving to him enthusiastically, with a sweet smile on her face.

Sitting next to her was a man in a suit and leather shoes, whose face was covered by a hat. The man tilted his head and leaned on Adele's weak shoulder in a very twisted posture, soundly asleep.

The suit looked familiar to Red Hood; Tim wore the exact same one when he left for work in the afternoon.

Red Hood: "..."

He was in a trance, and he didn't know for a while whether he was doing nothing but taking care of the old man who lost his memory, or whether he went out in the wrong way and caused him to travel to the scene of a bloody fantasy urban romance drama.

The fame of the first life ends today (goodbye hand yellow.

——"Tibao's Diary"