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

If the night that stretches to the sky has a taste, the night in Gotham is like a glass of absinthe that has been drank in one gulp and hangs on the wall of the glass.

The rich fragrance of grass green can still paralyze people's nerves, but after being hit by the cold wind in the middle of the night, the people who carnival until the second half of the night are still sleepless, intertwined with reason and madness.

Nancy knew that in the middle of the night, Bruce went out alone again.

"Good night." Nancy paused after saying that, and slapped her head in frustration.

"Jarvis won't be angry if the mobile phone is turned off without him with him?" Thinking of a certain scene, she smiled subconsciously, reached out and turned off the warm lamp by herself.

"No, Jarvis's character design is not copied from Tony..."

There are dots of lights covering the sky above the city, and there is always a faint but firm light that belongs to him.

In the early morning of the next day, the wake-up bell, which was delayed for two hours, sounded quietly in the room until the sun clearly beat on the bright window of the room.

The music is quiet and soothing, and it is perfect for waking someone up from a dream.

She could stay in bed until it was dark in her own bed, but in a blink of an eye she was staying at someone else's house, so no one would come to remind her if she got up late, and Nancy didn't have the cheek to sleep until noon.

The location of Wayne Manor is always excellent, the sun and the sweet and smooth English milk tea are very wonderful to wash away the fatigue in the morning, take a deep breath, and the heart is full of drifting from the manicured garden The grass and trees are fragrant.

"Well, Nancy?" Dick still followed his usual routine and had breakfast early.The familiar car keys were in his hand, and Tim, who had changed into a school uniform, looked much more shy than when he came at night. Seeing her coming out of the restaurant, he smiled sweetly at Nancy.

"Good morning." After greeting obediently, Nancy couldn't help but be attracted by Tim's distinctive school uniform, "Are you going out?"

"Yeah, send Timmy to his school, today is Monday." Dick seemed to want to pinch Tim's nose, and the vigilant teenager dodged in minutes, "Otherwise, what about our preparatory birdie?" How about spending an evening lurking in gang-infested territory?"

"Class on Monday?" Nancy laughed, and asked casually, "Have you finished your homework?"

"..." Tim swallowed hard, and looked at his schoolbag with guilty eyes.

"Study is the first step." When the elusive Bruce appeared beside Nancy, Dick, who was familiar with his style, and Tim, who didn't understand, expressed indifference, and Nancy was taken aback.

Commissioner Gordon hasn't quit all these years, he is really a very dedicated police officer!

"When I came here yesterday, it would have been nice to remember to bring my school uniform and the books I need for today's class..." Tim muttered struggling.

"Bruce, take it easy." Nancy took a step aside angrily, "Timmy can hack into Penguin's personal account, so don't worry about middle school courses?"

"..." Bruce took a deep look at her, "Obviously you mentioned his studies first."

The implication is that he just agreed, why did Nancy start to defend the brat who came out without finishing his homework?

Nancy thought for a while, and it seemed to be the reason, she blushed and did not refute.

At this time, the door that had just been closed was opened once, and Tim poked his head out of the gap, and stuck out his tongue in Bruce's direction.

"As for homework, I will definitely finish it on time from now on..."

"It's nine o'clock in the morning, half an hour. Dick should be able to catch him and send him to school." Without saying a word, Bruce saw the costume of the first generation Robin who didn't know why, so he naturally raised the question again. Mu's matter, "What is Alf implying to me? This little guy is quite powerful, and the two people in the family have been settled by him."

"With all due respect, Master Bruce, I'm making this explicit." Alfred's footsteps were also so light that he couldn't hear him, with an appropriate attitude, and Nancy always felt that his words at this time were called real hints , "Don't you think you still need a young assistant to share some things for you? Recently, you have been taking less and less care of your body, which makes me very embarrassed."

"Alf, you don't need to worry about this matter." Bruce listened to the butler's words with a sullen face before retorting. He still gave an uncompromising answer, which made the old butler sigh helplessly.

"Then last night's serious injury, you don't need me to sew up your wound?"

"Bruce?" Nancy hurriedly looked him around again in a daze. At first glance, there was no difference in the dark underwear, except that the upper arm of the right hand was a little stiff, which seemed to be two circles thicker than the left hand.

"It's just an insignificant scratch." Bruce smiled calmly, and his calm tone was indeed very convincing.

"Yeah, it doesn't matter. It took me half a day just to stop the bleeding last night." He wanted to hide it, but Alfred didn't give him a chance to hide it, "Come on, Master Bruce, yesterday The incident needs a finishing touch."

"The ending?" Nancy felt as if she had become a repeater, who only knew how to repeat their words, but couldn't understand the meaning.

The mixed feelings in her heart made her a little breathless. Even though she wanted to criticize Bruce for not taking her body seriously, she found that she did not have the position to criticize.

Soon Nancy learned the meaning of this ending, from the morning news announcer.

"According to reliable sources, the Golden Mile nightclub learned of gang fights last night, and among them, our reporter captured the son of the Wayne Group, Mr. Bruce Wayne, who was implicated in this incident. Fortunately, the police Before arriving, as everyone knows, Batman, who calls himself the Gotham vigilante, settled the struggle, and the specific situation needs further investigation..."

Under the clear retelling of the host, several blurred photos with medium-distance quality quickly appeared on the screen, and Bruce's figure could be recognized from them.

The caliber of the mainstream media in Gotham is quite different. Some criticize the black forces for disrupting public order, some criticize the police for being lazy, and of course some accuse Batman of flouting the law.

As for Mr. Wayne going to the nightclub?Oh well those are the headlines of the entertainment news section, they are serious morning news!

Due to the personality of the rich second generation and the news that was deliberately exposed, Bruce, who did not need to go to the company to review the project in person, had a rare holiday to recuperate his body.

After last night's fight, the batsuit needs to be repaired and remodeled, and the news that the Penguin revealed to them still needs to be analyzed and investigated. He even has to start designing training schedules and arrangements for Tim so that he can reach the goal of becoming a The standard that Robin needs.

Bruce picked up the photo on the workbench and rubbed it subconsciously for a while, and finally put it face down and closed it on the tabletop of the workbench.

The temporarily set password caused Alfred, who wanted to call him out to regulate his work and rest, to feel ashamed. Even if he waited at the cold door for half an hour, it didn't make the days become much colder. Bruce relented.

When I looked up again, the time was like the cookies Alfred had prepared, which had been inadvertently eaten empty, leaving out even the crumbs.

"Master Bruce, your dinner is in the dining room. I wish you a pleasant meal." The old butler treated him seriously. The difference can only be understood by Bruce who has accepted these things head-on.

After thinking about it for a long time, he felt a little sorry for his attitude, he nodded, and his eyes stayed on Alfred for a few seconds, as if he was waiting for the next step.

"Master Richard has already said hello and left, and it is estimated that he has already driven out of Gotham City at this moment."

Bruce is obviously not surprised by this situation, willing to go home for a party is one thing, but Dick's decision and the route he wants to arrange for him are still an unsolvable contradiction.

Although Bruce seems to have seen the cause and effect of the dispute, the future of Dick, who is Nightwing, is very clear. His application to the local police station in Bludhaven has also been preliminarily approved. He will A good cop who brings new hope to a city that seems to be looking more and more like Gotham.

"Miss Nancy left the manor at some point." Alfred hesitated when he said this, and of course he knew some unknown secrets after watching the surveillance records, "She left some gifts for you , Said it was your reward for taking care of her these two days."

"Remuneration?" Bruce was a little helpless and clear, presumably under the operation of some special rules, Nancy had returned to her home, so he was relieved, "Then take it to my study later Come here, what is it roughly?"

"Some yellow talisman papers, Miss Nancy left a message saying that you know the uses... and there are-"

"Alf?" Bruce couldn't help but stop the butler's seemingly endless work report at the door of the restaurant, and almost turned his head to see if the dinner on his plate was so cold that it was about to lose its temperature.

"This matter is very important, Master Bruce." The old butler is still there, and his seriousness cannot be shaken because of the things he has identified. Of course, he will not joke about such things, "You tell my penguin to be with you The organization described now seems to have some eyebrows."

"Oh?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, this is something more important than his dinner.

"The history of the organization that recently tried to enter Gotham can be traced back to the last century. The name of the organization has been named after a myth. I think everyone who likes the Captain America comics released that year should know it."

"Say the name directly, Alf."

"Hydra, Master Bruce."

The author has something to say: Regarding the question about the male protagonist, I am sorting out the foreshadowing and the main line, and I will give a unified answer in two days

Because the ending cannot be divided, so there is only one male lead

qaq Please don't urge me to think about it, the author has already climbed the wall, trying to find the most suitable one.

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