[Comprehensive British and American] No.1 grid

Iris was flattered and held the tea prepared for her by the kindest butler in the Wayne family.

The delicate sweet and greasy taste is just right, accompanied by the unique fragrance of roses. The girl looked at the butler Alfred with a kind eyes that couldn't be more kind.

The British-style gentleman temperament, the neat black tuxedo and trousers paired with shiny leather shoes, all the charm shown by the butler hit a certain point in Iris's heart very well.

kindness?Bruce Wayne you ask?Who is that?

Bruce drove the car and didn't take the girl back to Wayne Manor immediately.

At first glance, it is a government office, and the people who come and go have a serious face, even those who come to go through the formalities are still polite and quiet.

The gleaming floor reflects the girl's bewitched whole person.

If her comprehension is correct, why did they come to the Office of Immigration and Population and Household Registration Management?

The appearance of Bruce Wayne has received the attention of all the employees of the branch office, and soon there are reception staff who will provide him with special services.

"They will ask you some questions later, just answer them." He signed various agreements and reports familiarly, and soon led the girl to the door of an office. Bruce looked into her eyes. Confused, he explained, "Your father, Mr. Noel, was accidentally injured by a thug's bullet during the fight between the gang and Batman because of his cooperation with the Zuko Group, and died on the spot."

"Even though you are an adult, due to your special nature and some reasons, I will adopt you as your legal guardian." He only got a little serious when he said this, and focused his eyes on Iris. And don't miss the details.

"...?" It is impossible to say that there is no touch, after all, this is the death of a relative who is connected by blood from a biological point of view.But to be honest, Aerys didn't care about the death of her cheap father.

In the whole memory she inherited, her mother accounted for most of her childhood.

Father?What does it look like?How old are you?What do you do?

She had no answers to these questions.

Mood told himself that he had nothing to do with the man who was judged dead.

"Miss Noel?" The investigator carefully judged the identity of the girl in front of him based on all the information as soon as he came up. He scanned Iris with sharp eyes, and unexpectedly found that she was not nervous at all.

"Yes." Sitting upright on the leather chair, Aerys was also looking at the investigator.

The adoption conditions in the United States are indeed very troublesome. As the rich second generation, Master Wayne, even though this is the second time to adopt a child, can avoid some family investigations, but he still has to go through all kinds of frustrating procedures.

The investigation and inquiry about the adopted person is a link that must be taken.

"What do you think about Mr. Wayne?" He chose a very important question from the given report, "Emotional."

"Mr. Wayne?" After trying to skim off the labels related to the Dark Knight, Iris wondered why the rest of her perception of him was so strange?

"Well, he's a nice guy."

"Be more specific?" The investigator shook his hand holding the pen and couldn't help asking.

"Gentle, humorous and temperamental." She tried hard to recall what Dick in the car had inexplicably stuffed for her. Regarding the evaluation report describing Bruce Wayne, the editor-in-chief of the magazine must have been bribed by this man, from the cover character to the conclusion summary, everything was wrong Praising him either brightly or implicitly.

She also mistook young Robin for a while, thinking he was a strange fanboy who was crazy about giving Amway Batman.

"Sometimes it's pretty nasty," the girl couldn't help complaining, "the taste is pretty weird."

The investigator listened to Aerys' business affairs, and answered with a slightly familiar attitude, and reluctantly stamped the approval.

Master Wayne has strange taste?This is a good revelation.

Iris followed behind Dick, exactly the same, obediently not disturbing Bruce to deal with the ex-girlfriend he ran into unexpectedly in the hall.

Of course, it could also be an ex-ex-girlfriend, she saw the meaning in Dick's clever eyes.

The woman's expression told Bruce that she was waiting for him.

The two found a sofa and sat down comfortably in a tacit understanding, and gave Bruce a look of "we rest, you are free" as a hint.

Taking time out of his busy schedule, Batman said that he was going back to clean up you two little bastards.

The woman watched sadly that Master Wayne, who was not in the state at all, was still interacting with others indifferently, and the anger in her heart burned even more.

The seasoned and experienced Bruce Wayne, the old driver, quickly got rid of the little trouble he caused himself before.

Wayne Manor is different from those newly built villas and apartments. This is the ancestral home of the Wayne family.

The retro and exquisite design, under the transformation of this generation of Wayne Patriarch, Bruce, gave Iris, who knew the details, a tall and mysterious feeling.

The plants in the courtyard grew as they wished, and there were traces of being cared for under this casualness. The vibrant scene seemed particularly soft and peaceful in her eyes.

Aerys couldn't help but glance back at the electronically controlled door that was slowly closing.

"I always feel like I'm dreaming again," she commented.

The unrealistic thinking was broken by Dick's voice calling his name.

Oh yes, she changed her name by the way.

Iris Knoll.

The girl can finally let everyone call her Aerys justifiably.

Rainbow, with irises.

"So, Mr. Batman?" Standing at the desk in Bruce's study, Iris looked at him with clear eyes, discussing this topic as if discussing other people's affairs.

"Why did you adopt me?"

"Actually, if you don't tell me the truth, just throwing me back to Arkham is the choice Batman would have."

Bruce seemed to know that she would definitely come, so he had prepared two cups of tea on the table early on, and when Iris picked it up, it was just right for drinking.

Under Alfred's reminder, Iris still changed into the clothes that someone had prepared for her. Of course, there was no problem with the suitable dress, and the fabric was quite comfortable and elegant.But the girl just felt that things were not as simple as they seemed.

"People generally think of the best, Aerys." Bruce said in a tone like chatting with an old friend, and the aggressive Aerys couldn't help but slow down his aggressive tone with his kindness.

"Why do you think you can't be adopted by me?"

"...I don't know you," she said. "The Batman of Gotham, or the boss of the Wayne Group, it doesn't make any difference to me."

"But I know you," Bruce said firmly.

"And you really don't know me. I wouldn't do that no matter who I am, Aerys."

"...If you killed me by mistake, well, Mr. Noel took responsibility for me, I want to say it's okay." She turned her head and nodded again, as if adding to her own words credibility, "it really doesn't matter."

"I can do it by myself."

Bruce didn't respond to her statement, he stared at Iris in this position for a while, and put away the smile on his face.

The mechanical clock in the office ticked by itself.

Mingming said such stubborn words lightly and calmly, but he didn't realize that he was about to cry.

It is really easy to distinguish which of the girl's words are sincere and which are deceitful.

But every time I can hide it from myself clumsily.

Such familiar eyes, serious demeanor, and tense muscles made her quickly realize that Bruce wanted to talk to her as Batman.

Pursing her lips, it was undeniable that she was indeed afraid of Batman.

"I thought it was Aerys who was talking to me." The suddenly deep voice made the girl tremble as if she had encountered a nemesis, and subconsciously returned a forced smile. "I'm sorry about Mr. Knoll's situation. But only sorry."

"Do you know how many children lost their loved ones in Gotham because of these 'accidents'?" He stared at her as if catching prey. Are you responsible?"

"I will adopt Dick because I discovered his potential and ability. I also need an assistant."

"I adopted you for the same purpose."

The completely different reason for indifference gave Iris a breather, and she couldn't help but took a few steps forward, as if to confirm his words.

"But I don't know how I can help you." She said sincerely, no longer gritted her teeth as before and refused to say a word, "If I say help you fight criminals... I'm sorry, I miss you Can't do it."

"So what can you do?" Bruce stood up and walked behind Aerys.

He prevented the girl from turning around, and seduced the girl's thinking carefully, trying to make her enter a far-reaching direction.

"I know, you won't tell my secret." Hearing Bruce's meaningful and affirmative words, Aerys blinked his eyes.

A string in my heart has been touched, and the melody reverberating inside is hard to smooth out in a short time anyway.

Bruce, who successfully caused her psychological changes, naturally understood this truth, so he continued to attack.

"In Arkham, I knew it the first time I saw you, and you clearly understood my identity."

"So I choose to believe in you, so how about you try to believe in me?"

"Living in Wayne Manor for a while, you can always find something you can do."

Aerys nodded vaguely.

"Boom, boom." There was a knock on the door just outside the door.The girl glanced back at him, and under Bruce's encouraging gesture, she followed the same path and returned to the bedroom Alfred prepared for her at the beginning.

Dick, who had been eavesdropping outside the door openly, exchanged a look with him.

"Iris is much more difficult than you." Bruce commented, "When you confirmed that I was Batman, you immediately agreed."

"Isn't it because I trust you, Batman!" The energetic teenager started yelling as soon as he heard it, and his eagerness made people think that they were arguing about something important.

"Well, trust." Bruce took the second portfolio prepared on the table, and slapped the young Robin on the head heavily, "It seems that there are some things I haven't settled with you yet."

"Go and write all the homework I give you." His words were like Dick's nightmare.

The figure of the young Robin froze in place. If it can be accompanied by sound effects, it must be thunder and lightning.

"As the adopted son of my Bruce Wayne, how can I fail a midterm exam."

The author has something to say: Is it unexpected or happy?Double update today!

For tomorrow's high math exam, I'm here to save my character.

It's a grudge from the author's midterm, :) That's it.