[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

When Damian walked behind Tim for the fifth time, the boy on the sofa finally couldn't stand the ulterior gaze from behind, put down the tablet in his hand, took two deep breaths, and then turned his head to use Dead Fisheye. Staring at Damian, he said in a bad tone, "What are you doing!"

"Tt, I'm beginning to suspect that your IQ scores were obtained by cheating." Damian put his hands in his trouser pockets, and wrinkled his nose at Tim's Hawaiian pants in disgust.

Even at home, when Damian leaves his room, he's always fully dressed—not necessarily a formal suit, but a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized T-shirt on the couch. That kind of thing would never happen to him.

"This kind of dress is really unsightly, can't you make yourself more visible?" Damian gestured towards Tim's T-shirt, which was as crumpled as dried sauerkraut, "It's so easy to see." It's an insult to the Wayne family's name."

Tim rolled his eyes, took a heavy blow from his nostrils, and then made a movement that made Damian's hair stand on end, and his eyes stared as if they were about to jump out of their sockets:

He raised his right hand, slowly retracted the other four fingers except the little finger, and shook it left and right in front of Damian.

Just when the youngest member of the Wayne family took this gesture as Tim's insult to himself, and was about to pounce on him and teach him a lesson, Tim suddenly stuffed his little finger into his nostril and started digging.

The teenager watched with satisfaction as the little devil's expression changed from angry to bewildered, and then immediately turned into disgust—it looked like what a five-year-old girl would show when a boy approached them with an earthworm, that kind of fear mixed with Disgusted hairy expression. (Don't get me wrong, he's never bullied a little girl like that, but Damian isn't a little girl, is he?)

"Drake, you... vulgar!" Damian stared accusingly at Tim's right hand.

When Tim glued a small piece of booger to the bottom edge of his T-shirt, Damian officially broke out: "You are disgusting, Drake! I refuse to live with uncivilized savages like you Under one roof!"

"You know where the door is, please go ahead." Tim snorted nonchalantly, turned his body back and grabbed the tablet to continue the work he was doing before.

Damian was jumping towards the back of Tim's neck, and the moment his feet left the ground and jumped forward, he was caught by Dick who jumped down the stairs in a hurry, and forced Damian away.

"God, what are you doing, little D?" Dick looked in shock at Damian's flushed face, and Tim, who didn't even bother to turn his head. He just took a shower, As soon as the clothes were put on his head, Damian's roar was heard, and then there was the dangerous scene just now.

"It's nothing, Dick, the little devil is as annoying as usual." Tim raised his hand with his back to them and shook it, as if it was a normal thing, "If you have to say, he's annoying today." Three times higher than usual."

"That's because your behavior is so rude, Drake." Damian quickly retorted, "Admit it, you just can't get on stage."

"Hey! I didn't invite you to comment on my clothes. Have I commented on your clothes at least once?" Tim slapped the tablet on the sofa, turned around and lay down On the back of the chair, he stared at Damian, "I didn't ask you to dress like me. If you don't like it, get out of here! You've been walking behind me all morning disliking this and that, but I haven't disliked you yet." Existence is distracting!"

"Forget it, Drake. Even if I'm not here, you won't be able to achieve anything. If you were really capable, you would have done everything by now. Don't use me as an excuse." Damian sneered, disgusted look away.

Dick is really the first two big now, and he has no idea what kind of tricks these two people have been playing since just now.

Why isn't Ah Fu here at this time?Because Bruce specially asked him to go to the city, anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was an excuse to pay off Ah Fu. Even Ah Fu himself knew that he even made sandwiches before going out so that they could fill their stomachs when they were hungry!

"Wait, you two speak clearly." Dick rested his forehead with one hand, and grabbed Damian's collar with the other to prevent him from rushing out to attack Tim again, "Tim, what are you doing?" do what?"

"Me? I'm..." Tim pointed upstairs in the direction of Bruce's office, winking hard at Dick, "You know?"

Dick looked around Bruce's office and understood what the two little ones were planning.

"Did it work?" Dick himself looked at Tim expectantly, and the latter looked back at him with a look of hopelessness. After three seconds, he sighed, shook his head and picked up his tablet again to continue. Pound.

"It doesn't look like..." Dick rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly, "Uh, but I don't think it's too bad... right? Bruce and I had a lot of quarrels at that time, and the vases in Bruce's study were all I changed a few, but don’t you think it’s all right now?”

"That's what you said, but look at how much time you spent reconciling." Tim slammed on the screen of the tablet, his irritation was self-evident, "I don't want Jason to be like you soon after he came back Move out to another city. Damn, Bruce must have used a jammer, I can't even hear from him."

"So what's the use of you, Drake." Damian never forgot to irritate Tim, "I thought you were a respectable perverted Stoka, but I didn't expect your skills... Sigh."

Dick felt like he was at a loss again, why Damian obviously said bad words (stoka, pervert, etc.), but Tim looked angry for anger, but not the kind of reputation insulted Anger, but more like feeling angry because of being underestimated?

"Okay, okay! Everyone calm down, there's no need to make the scene so ugly, right?" Dick laughed dryly to smooth things over, "Speaking of it, why do you both seem to think that B talking to Jason is a terrible thing? Things? Maybe he just wanted to criticize Jason's behavior of going deep into the enemy's camp alone. This kind of thing happens often, and it will be fine after a few days of quarreling."

"It's not that simple, Dick." Tim sighed, tugging at his bangs in distress. "You didn't see that."

"When we went to rescue father and Jason, we saw other people died there." Damian calmly stated that every time he encountered such a bloody and dead body, Dick would always have a particularly strong feeling Damian's less childish side.

Because of this, he didn't know how to face the woman Thalia.He should resent this woman for destroying the innocence that Damian should have prematurely, but deep in Dick's heart, he knew that innocence could not help Damian survive in this family surrounded by enemies.

"I don't see how this has anything to do with the conversation Bruce had with Jason?" Dick tucked his thoughts about Thalia back into the corner, focusing on the question in front of him, "Is that another victim? Someone they didn't save in time? You think B blames him for that?"

"It depends on who the dead person is and how he died." Tim bit his lower lip. He was the one who turned around to sweep the tail and The person who installed the explosives.The first thing he did was to make sure that the man lying in a pool of blood was still alive.

"He had a Court of Owls mask beside him, and the cause of death was bleeding from a gunshot wound," Dick gasped as soon as Tim finished.

That's right, Bruce doesn't have a weapon on him.

There's no way Talon could kill someone from the Court of Owls, and even if he did, Talon doesn't have a single firearm on him.

Then there is only one person left with the possibility of doing it.

"You think Jason...did that thing?" Dick had a weird expression on his face, shaking his head and backing away, "No, no, no, this is crazy. Jason can't... I admit Jason's ability to deal with criminals Way is the toughest of us all, but...you think about it, Tim, he didn't even kill the Joker! That's the Joker!"

"Jason and the clown, that's a personal grievance." Damian said in a particularly vicious tone when referring to the clown, "but this time it's not about Jason, it's about the father, and they hurt him... very badly, Gray Mori."

Dick didn't want to believe the horrible truth his brothers were hinting at, but he knew Jason's fiery temper, how much he hated criminals who hurt old, weak, women and children, and how much he cherished those who had shown him kindness.

Hell, Jason even found a nursing home for the old woman who watched him take care of him for a few days in Crime Alley when she was a child!Even if that grandma doesn't even recognize her own son now!

Jason is a typical type who can bleed and sweat without saying a word, but prefers not to let his relatives and friends shed a tear.

"My old swan!" Dick thought of Bruce lying on the operating table and Dr. Leslie's order.The situation at the scene would definitely be worse, not to mention Jason, even he might violently kill people, "Please, don't let Bruce say some irreparable nonsense."

"Otherwise, why do you think we are trying so hard to eavesdrop on the conversation between father and Jason, Grayson?" Damian folded his arms and frowned as he looked at Bruce's closed office. The best room, so we installed the cameras and bugs last night while Dad was asleep."

"But he's Batman, now we can only find a way to climb the wall!" Tim looked at the unresponsive tablet in frustration. He tried everything, but all his devices refused to respond.

Dick rubbed his chin thinking of a solution, Bruce got the electronics done, there wasn't a single person present who could just break into the office and not make the situation worse, Alfred was the only one who could possibly do it, but Bruce was very prescient sent people away. (Even if Ah Fu is there, he's not the type to take sides, he'll just give you Ah Fu's disappointed looks until you surrender.)

They need someone who can hear the conversation behind perfect soundproofing, and can break in to stop the situation when it starts to get out of control, and not be killed by an enraged Bruce or Jason.

"Little D, you should call Mom." Dick swallowed. Although he had some complaints about Thalia, he had to admit that the woman was quite capable.

What surprised him was Damian's reaction, he looked like the hope of the future was dashed before his eyes: "How could you do that, Grayson?"

Dick felt he was blamed very innocently.

"He means, Thalia is the leader of the 'Assassin' alliance, how do you think she will react to Jason killing someone?" Tim sighed at Dick's innocent expression, and began Explain, "There is a ninety-nine out of ten chance that she will take Jason away, and she doesn't need Bruce Wayne's money or technology anyway. If she really breaks up with Bruce, we won't be able to get it from her." A Jason who was having trouble with Bruce forced it back."

"Mother would have welcomed Jason back with open arms. She'd sent Jason back to Gotham initially because Grandpa was a potential threat, and because she wasn't fully in control of the League at the time, and then because Jason wanted to stay. "Damian lowered his head, looking quite frustrated, "She was already worried about the fact that her father didn't have time to save Jason, if father and Jason couldn't agree on their moral standards..."

"Well... Thalia is not an option. Does anyone have any other suggestions?" Dick understood where Damian's worries came from, but since when did Damian and Tim get along so well? up?Wait, but the two of them had an argument just a few minutes ago?

Ah, whatever, the younger brothers are really getting more and more difficult to understand.

Tim's hot eyes fell on Dick's chest, and with his gaze, the smile on Tim's face gradually changed... Oh, no, no, no, how could he use such words to describe his cute brother!

"Are you thinking the same thing as I am now, Drake." Damian didn't know when he had stood next to Tim's sofa, and the two of them were staring at Dick's chest together.

Looking down at his chest, Dick realized that the clothes he grabbed at random turned out to be his old Superman T-shirt.When he looked up again, Tim had already started talking on the phone cheerfully with his mobile phone under his shoulder:

"Kang, are you free now? Ask your dad if he is free, and come to help? Um, um, no problem, okay, that's it, see you later."

Ending the call, Tim gave a thumbs up to indicate the mission was successful.

"Dachao and Connor will come over later, but Louise is going to run the news and visit her mother, so I have to bring little Jonathan with me. He is not old enough to be alone at home."

Dick has no objection to having one more child follow, as long as Da Chao doesn't mind that the child may see the adults quarreling, but this is not impossible to arrange.Instead, Damian looked displeased and muttered, "We don't have time to take care of runny-nosed brats."

"Come on, Connor said that Little Joe is a good boy, treat him better, maybe he won't dislike your bad temper and is willing to be friends with you? Devil bastard." Tim patted Damian jokingly. shoulder, jumped up from the sofa and ran back to the room.There are guests coming, he has to tidy himself up so that he can meet people.

"I'm going to change a set of clothes too." Dick said so, but his footsteps were heading towards the Batcave.

As soon as Tibbo knew that Connor was coming, he went to pack up—this was a warning signal, and he had to grab a couple of handfuls of kryptonite first in case he needed it.Jason has to take care of the dispute with Bruce, and the third brother's alien (male) friend also has to take care of it. It's really hard to be the big brother!

***

In the Batcave, the sharp claws fixed on the bracket——William Cobb, Dick Grayson’s great-grandfather, opened his dull eyes, seemingly oblivious to the outside world, and actually watched him go. The offspring who went astray took out a green stone like a madman, and left with a smile.

Suddenly, I felt fortunate that this child did not join the court, otherwise this virtue would not be to tarnish his reputation!

Unworthy descendants!

While he was scolding Dick with different words in his heart for forgetting his ancestors, a group of black bats rushed towards him and scratched him. The amber gold in his body will speed up the healing of the wound. Occasionally, when someone comes down to check, his wound has already recovered as before, and no one has discovered what these bats are doing.

Bruci the Bat mingled among his living minions and ordered with the squeaking of bats: "Alpha Squad Charge! Beta Squad Standby!"

It was this sharp claw that hurt Bruce's father, and he must be taught a severe lesson to let him realize how powerful bats are!

"Beta team charges! Gamma team is on standby!"

Eat his Brusy Bats!