[Comprehensive British and American] Self-cultivation of trans-wearers

#gotham richest man recently entered and exited the train station, it turned out to be for...#

#The encounter in the rainy night, the encounter of fate——#

# Gotham宝贝fell in love, who weaved the spell of love#

Cough, the above news headlines do not exist, thanks to the editors of the UC editorial department for not haunting the streets of Gotham City on a rainy night.

It seems that the unique smell of the faint rain has washed away the sharp sense of smell of the paparazzi reporters. At the gate of the train station where people come and go, no one recognizes their Gotham baby at this time.

A half-smile hangs on the corner of his mouth, as long as Bruce wants to restrain his charm, just a small adjustment of his demeanor and movements can make him hide in the crowd and leave gracefully.

"!" Suddenly hearing her name being called out accurately, Nancy froze for a moment, then looked up and saw someone she least expected to meet in this city.

"Let's go?" Bruce said in the usual tone of inviting a female companion, but the tough attitude in it showed that he did not want to provide Nancy with a second choice.

It's still raining, and it's getting worse.

Faced with such a choice, Nancy remained silent for a while, resolutely feeling that she still could not succumb to Bruce's threat so easily.

"Then what are you waiting for?" She touched the rainwater running down her cheeks, "Let's talk about how I entertained you first, you can't treat me badly! I absolutely don't want to be a guest in Arkham or anything like that." of......"

"Of course." Bruce pursed his lips and smiled in a low voice, "I'm sure you'll be satisfied."

Dick saw Bruce's figure from a distance, so he pulled down the window early and happily turned his car in that direction.

Even though he has let go of the responsibility of Robin, and at the same time owns the city he wants to protect, Dick always has a different kind of respect for Bruce, an adoptive father who is also a teacher and friend.

Soon, he saw the girl who had gone and returned.

"You guys know each other?" "She's—"

Double doubts sounded in the air at the same time. Nancy and Dick looked at each other, and their expressions tended to freeze.

"So, it's really Bruce who called you?" Nancy seemed to know Dick again, "Are you Dick Grayson?"

"Hey, did Bruce even mention this to you?" Dick raised his eyebrows, his words were vague and did not reveal any information.

He didn't think that Nancy was just one of the female companions that Bruce usually used as a shield.

"She knows." Sure enough, Dick was reminded by Bruce, "Let's go home first."

Bruce motioned for him to give up the driving seat to himself, taking over the steering wheel.

"Oh, well," Dick muttered under his breath, blurred in the rain, "You're always right, Batman!"

After finishing speaking, he opened the back seat of the car and showed a charming smile at Nancy as if asking for money, "Please, ma'am?"

Bruce's driving skills, how should I put it, arrived at the manor, recalling the experience just now, Nancy felt a little hard to describe.

This is not to say that his driving skills are not good, but that his driving skills are really difficult for people to get used to.

Every turning angle can be controlled to the point where it is just about to rub against someone else's body. There is probably an extraordinary engine hidden under Dick's ordinary car. The starting speed is accelerated to an extreme, and the performance is excellent and stable. .

Being able to rampage in a busy city block is indeed a very skill-testing thing.

What's even more commendable is that when Nancy felt that Bruce must be speeding, he still kept the speed within the speeding permit line.

"You ask me how I got used to it?" Dick looked at Bruce calmly, and after getting his approval, he said with some lingering fear: "I have been his assistant for so many years, and Bruce drove the bat at night. Chariots can be wilder."

"Dick." Bruce reminded him, no matter what he thought, he never thought that his first Robin would describe him like this.

"...Well, it sounds like you're going to be miserable."

"Isn't it! And Bruce—"

"Dick!" Bruce emphasized, helplessly.

Really let this kid stay with Nancy for a while, can he even dig out his black history?

It's only been a few hours, but this kid is turning his elbows out?

"Well, well, it's all up to you." Dick shrugged meaninglessly, and Nancy could easily see the hearty smile on his face, "Alf must have prepared a delicious dinner for us, right? Hey, I still damn miss his smell in Bludhaven!"

Bruce is very satisfied with such a blunt transfer of the topic, which is reflected in his naturally relaxed attitude.

Sure enough, as Dick said, this was a family dinner that belonged to them. Alfred had prepared the dishes early and was sitting by the window waiting for the two to return.

Nancy slowly walked behind the two of them, apparently misunderstood by the housekeeper who was worried about the next generation of the Wayne family and turned it into a final surprise.

"Is today a good day?" Alfred took off his glasses and wiped the dust-free lenses, the emotion in his eyes was clear, "Who is this lady?"

"She's Nancy." Dick took the conversation smoothly, and the old housekeeper's eyes quickly focused on him.

"Master Richard, maybe you would like to clear up my old bones?" Alfred led in front of the two, and happily left Bruce standing beside him behind him. , "Or Miss Nancy, would you like to come and tell me your story in person?"

"Well, don't say that!" Nancy carefully and subconsciously supported his arm, shaking her head and said, "You can just call me Nancy, I should call you by your honorific title, Mr. Pennyworth. "

The lighting is very bright, and the classical decorations have their exquisiteness and textual research, with a layer of dark golden edges.

The butler who is thoughtful every time, but this time, Bruce and Dick did not expect to bring a girl back. Of course, it is easy to add seats and chopsticks temporarily, but the staple food in the West is calculated according to the number of people. Ready now.

Naturally, dinner was delayed.

Nancy couldn't refuse the old housekeeper's enthusiasm, and the steaming black tea in her hand was the best evidence.

"With all due respect, your clothes don't match the current season." Alfred told her in this way, no matter what, he wanted her, who looked very thin, to drink a cup of tea to warm her body.

Bruce motioned for her to just take it, and Nancy did.

Dick whispered in her ear that if the time did not allow, maybe this kind butler would personally select some clothes for the merchant to send to the manor.

Don't ask him how he knew, Alfred treated the thin Dick like this when he first came to the manor.

"So our timelines are not aligned?" Bruce was casually picking up the information reports that were stacked on the table and handed over to him for reading. Only he could use these dazzling numbers as a way to pass the time .Listening to him briefly and quickly summarizing what happened after returning to Gotham, Nancy finally understood this matter a little better in her heart.

"It's been three months since that day," Bruce nodded, "I didn't hold your hand."

"Wow?" Dick made an incomprehensible sound, watching the two people trying to play charades that he couldn't understand.

"But it's also effective." Nancy calmly took a sip of the tea, which was cold enough to be just right. "I woke up at the pier in Gotham. I didn't go to New York or the Metropolis, did I?"

"Gotham's pier? Which one?" Bruce frowned calmly, and glanced at a newspaper at hand.

"The uninhabited one." Nancy thought for a while that she was not familiar with the names of Gotham's buildings, so she directly described the situation to him at that time, "There are probably only two or three small boats in the harbor? Hanging there on the shore The hinges are a little rusty, and by the way, I saw two anglers."

"...I guess it's the same old place on the east side." He sighed, thinking about the recent extraordinary gangster movements.

During these three months, the complex gang forces in Gotham City, like a knotted ball of wool, unexpectedly had a peaceful honeymoon period.Bruce's excellent intelligence system told him that this honeymoon period is different from some of the rules in the underground.

Judging from the time and the balance of resources of large gangs, this is far from the period when previous owners needed to breathe after changing the site owner.

Gotham's old pier, that is an inexplicable troublesome place.

On the one hand, it can still perform its own duties occasionally. Some unimportant goods will be handed over here by small businessmen with small pockets. Of course, it is much cheaper than the newly built dock.

There are also some subtleties in the lot of the old dock.Originally it was the only transportation hub, linking sea and land transportation. A few decades ago, it was also a golden location that was often vying for division by bigwigs.

Most of the people who live near the wharf are fishermen and young adults who work on the wharf, living a simple life in simple houses.There is never a shortage of low-cost labor, and the wages received by many workers who have worked hard on the docks for a day are nothing more than enough to support their families.

This area is almost directly shown on the map as a slum.

With the shift of the center of the transportation industry, this site that was definitely branded as a slum quickly spawned new moths.

The vigorous development of gray forces has injected new "vitality" into this area.

Of course, Alfred was a top-notch housekeeper, so he didn't keep them waiting for a long time. The sumptuous dinner was quickly prepared, and only the three of them were waiting to be seated.

Although the appearance of Wayne Manor is rigid and strict, the atmosphere at the table does not require so many red tapes. With the blessing of Dick, a good gag, it is impossible for the atmosphere to become serious.

The delicacies on the plate were so delicious that Nancy almost swallowed her tongue, and the happy bubbling appearance made the old housekeeper who prepared these laugh so hard that he couldn't see his eyes.

"Sure enough, this trip is worth it!"

After eating and drinking enough, Nancy and Dick, who were lingering on the sofa and refused to move, listened to the serious news on TV every sentence. Occasionally, Dick would make a few witty comments, which made the scripted things change. It got interesting.

"Heh, who said you wouldn't even come to Gotham?" Bruce seemed in a good mood, and teased her a few times with great interest, "Besides, the people who entertained you at Wayne Manor didn't just get sucked dry. Moist white bread."

"...Milk and bread are standard for breakfast, Mr. Batman." Nancy squinted, with a satisfied expression on her face, "Dinner is of course different. If you happen to need dinner, fry it Stew and stew, I can also treat you well."

"...You still bring milk to me?"

"Oh, Batman hates milk, I made a note."

"Master Bruce, fresh milk is rich in nutrition, but it's a pity that you didn't listen to my advice before."

"..."

A beam of warm-colored lights piercing the sky quieted down the peaceful living room, which was full of jubilation.

Alfred straightened up, looked out sharply, and quickly found the signal sign in the clouds.

Looking back again, sure enough, Bruce and Dick all stood up with dignified expressions.

"Bat light." Bruce nodded towards Dick in a deep voice.

Dick walked in the direction of the garage knowingly. Of course, he carried his full body equipment with him on this trip home.

"It's a cliche, please be safe, two young masters." The disapproval in Alfred's eyes has existed since Bruce first chose to become Batman, but he can only choose to respect his opinion.

After changing the clothes, standing next to Bruce is no longer the little boy wearing a red shirt and green shorts. The pitch-black color looks more calm and reliable, and the embellished blue lines outline the perfect body line. A pair of electric batons Holding it in his hand and ready to go, Dick appeared behind Nancy lightly.

Nightwing, the wings that soar in the dark night, is really a perfect description for him.

All he needs is more than courage—a heart that is always fearful and awed by it.

The author has something to say: Master: My son took my male lead script by mistake, what should I do, wait online, it's very urgent.

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Tomorrow, I will go to the city for the second exam, and I will probably come back to update the night after tomorrow qwq

Once I can pass the second subject, I will come back and give out red envelopes!