[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Things like traveling through the universe have happened, so what is a talking pet?Tim quickly adjusted his mentality, raised the hand with the bat in front of him, and nodded to the bat that looked majestic.

"Uh, hello. I'm Timothy, and this is me...my brother, Damian." Tim ignored Damian's protest of "I'm not your brother", and talked to the bat on his own, "We It's Jason's brother. And... we need help."

The bat stared at Tim for a while, and Tim couldn't help but start to wonder if he had said something wrong before he said: "From your pulse and pupil reaction, you are not lying."

Tim was a little surprised to see the little paws that Brucey the Bat had grasped on his wrists. It turned out that he would grasp them here because he wanted to monitor his pulse?And just staring at himself, was he observing the pupil reaction?

incredible!Jason's bat!

"Yes, I'm telling the truth." Tim looked at the expressionless bat with some anxiety (can bats have expressions?), and felt that he seemed to need to re-evaluate the ability of this "smart pet".It is undoubtedly a misunderstanding to use the technology of the earth to imagine smart pets produced in a more advanced technological civilization!

Even if this bat was really a companion pet at the beginning, under the influence of Jason, Tim wondered how much of the original factory settings were left.

Just the fact that the bat only listens to Jason and not Peter is enough for Tim to be sure that Jason has tampered with the bat's intelligence settings when Peter doesn't know it, let alone the sound of Bruce's presence. Saying that Jason didn't put his mind on Brucey the Bat, it's less likely than Killer Crocodile suddenly changing his mind and going vegetarian!

"Tell me what's bothering you." Bat Brucey's way of speaking is a bit Batman-style, yes, this is very Jason.

Tim quickly prioritized the to-do items in his mind, and asked the bat for help before Damian: "We need a translator, I don't know how to make all the alien races communicate here, but we must Can understand what other people are saying.”

"What are you doing, Drake!" Damian pinched Tim's arm angrily, "We should ask for a floor plan of this place, so that we can ensure the path of attack and retreat based on this."

"You just shut up, devil bastard." Tim glared at Damian viciously, he couldn't stand this young master's domineering attitude a long time ago, "You don't even know whether people say surrender and don't kill or those who stand in my way die I don’t know, what kind of battle are you fighting! Still attacking and retreating.”

"That's why I said you are an idiot. The language problem can be solved as long as you can tie an alien to it." Damian glanced at Tim disdainfully, crossed his hands in front of his chest and talked, "When you meet a foreign People, when the other party does not understand what you are saying, you will naturally take out a translator to assist, but would you just hand over the floor plan of an important base to others? Isn't it clear which is more important between the two? !"

"Don't be silly, just to remind you, this is another 'universe', if you haven't noticed, one that we barely understand. You're trying to risk exposing us as intruders outright The risk of being slaughtered to grab a translator?" Tim snorted coldly, obviously not thinking Damian's reason was credible enough, "As long as we can understand these alien languages, we can talk to each other, that's obvious It's where Jason and Peter used to live. If we show a friendly attitude, maybe we can get help directly. Besides, it's not like I haven't penetrated enemy positions that lack information in the past. The floor plan is dispensable. .”

"Tt, it seems that you don't know that Quill's companions are a group of alien bandits, and you want to negotiate with this kind of mercenary villain. If you want to die, you can do it yourself. I refuse to be dragged down by your ignorance." Damian turned directly Their bat-helper, "I ask...where did he go?"

Tim looked at his hand on his side, only to realize that Brucey the Bat that was hanging on his hand had disappeared. No wonder he made a series of gestures so easily when he spoke just now.Because the weight that hangs on him has left.

"It's good now, our only ally is gone." Tim used the fake smile when dealing with reporters and the way of speaking in a stage play, "Thank you very much, Your Royal Highness."

"Don't talk too early, Drake, who knows if he was shocked by your incompetence and decided not to lower his level to join you." Damian wrapped the bat blanket tighter, and started Looking around in Jason's (Damian deliberately ignored Peter's existence) room, the blanket was dragged on the ground for a long time, which looked like a king's floor-sweeping cloak, coupled with Damian's pair Tim's pent-up anger completely exploded at this moment when he was patrolling the territory.

He stepped on Damian's blanket, causing the child to stagger and fall forward.

"What the hell are you doing, Drake." Damian, who got up, uttered every word with strong malice, "If you really want to die, you can just say it, there can be no father, Jason or even Grayson here come to save you."

"You know, I've been trying to treat you in a civilized way." Tim said in a calm tone, while taking out his weapon, and with a gesture, both ends of the small short stick that was originally only the length of the upper arm popped out The hidden stick turned into a long stick with the same height as Tim.

Damian's hand also reached for the knife behind his back, guarding against Tim's attack.

"Everyone says 'he's a kid', 'think about where he grew up', 'give him some time', blahblahblah..." Tim paced back and forth in front of Damian with a stick, seemingly not Wanting to attack, but every time he swung his stick, Tim could feel Damian's nerves tightening again—good, see how you can bear it, "But I know you're nothing Poor kid with a traumatic childhood, you're just a spoiled little prince who wants everyone's attention."

"Watch the tone of your voice, Drake." Even through the glasses of the mask, Tim can picture Damian's eyes squinting behind him, like an irritated cat, "This is 'my 'Family, they are 'my' family. You are the outsider in this family. Why don't you go back to the Drakes if you want family?"

The corner of Damian's mouth raised an almost cruel smile, but what should have been a child's innocent and lovely voice spoke words that were designed to poke people's pain: "Hey, why did I forget, your biological parents don't want you very much either. Well! My father fought for your custody because he saw you as pitiful, but your parents accepted this arrangement without much struggle, the poor people must be free after being tortured by you as a freak."

Now Tim can be sure that Damian has restrained himself at Wayne Mansion.At least in the attention of others, he would never dare to say these words aloud-unless he really wanted to experience an education from everyone.

"If you think B only let me into his family out of sympathy, then you're taking your dad too lightly." Tim wobbled, and suddenly poked a stick at Damian's abdomen, a stick weapon Compared with the sword, there is one more characteristic, which is its smoothness. When swords and swords fight with fists and feet, the stronger person tends to have the upper hand, but the stick method is different. The stick method requires skill, how to master the attack between advance and retreat At this point in time, the door of life and death is approaching and avoiding...

The variables that Tim needs to calculate between each offense and defense are beyond the imagination of ordinary people, nor are they at a level that can be achieved by a lot of acquired training alone.According to Batman, Tim's talent in this area is beyond the reach of most people who work hard to the death.

Damian's knife was firmly held down by Tim's stick. If he couldn't find a way out of the dead door, he was doomed to be entangled until he was physically exhausted.

"I earned my position at home!" Tim pushed Damian to the corner step by step. No matter how the little assassin led him to a place with a lot of debris, Tim seemed to have his own surround camera. It seemed that he was never blocked by obstacles at his feet or behind, "Unlike you, as long as you pull your face and snort, someone will rush to care about the prince's discomfort. I have to prove it to B myself I am valuable!"

"You are a shameless thief!" Damian pulled up the blanket at his feet and wrapped it around Tim's long stick. The sudden increase in weight on the stick made Tim's movements slow for a moment. In such a short time, Damian Ann was freed from being suppressed, and started a series of fierce counterattacks, "You took advantage of your father's longing for Jason to sneak in and stole the position that belonged to Jason, and that position should be mine now!"

"Are you living in your own hallucinations or something? I didn't 'steal' anything, Batman needed Robin, and everything I did was to live up to Jason, to further his ideals, to protect The underprivileged of Gotham - what about you? You claim to be the heir to Batman, but you don't understand the meaning of Batman and Robin. This identity is not a title for you to brag about, nor is it about domination and ownership announcement."

Tim climbed over Damian's back with the support of a stick and kicked him.

"You don't know anything about me, Drake." Damian fell forward under Tim's kick, but also took advantage of the opportunity to grab the end of the long stick that Tim hadn't had time to fully retract, borrowing his strength Throwing Tim to the wall with a stick, "You said you worked hard to get your current identity, let me tell you, I even fought for the right to be 'born'!"

Damian jumped up high, letting the weight of his whole body slash towards Tim with the impact of the fall. Even though he supported the long stick with both hands, Tim was still numb from Damian's chopping hands.

"I was fertilized in a test tube and developed in an artificial womb." Damian continued to press the knife down, and Tim could almost feel Damian's breath on his face from this distance, "You Do you know what that means, Drake? It means that I can be replaced, the genetic combination development prediction is not up to standard - terminate; Got a chance to grow because I proved in training that I had the potential to do what my mom wanted me to do - as you said, I earned it all on my own and you, Drake, were my hindrance .”

Tim bent his knees and touched Damian's stomach without any reservations. Damian let out a scream and was thrown to the ground by Tim, who spit out a few mouthfuls of stomach acid.

"What obstacle? When Robin is in the way? Then what's the matter with the suit you're wearing now? Didn't you mock me in my ears during the previous night watch?" Tim pressed his long stick against Dami threateningly. Ann's ear, "Or is it that I am an obstacle for you to be Bruce's son? You are not afraid of laughing to death when you say this, do you have persecution paranoia!"

Damian dodges his long stick at an odd angle that Tim has never seen before, jumps up and continues to attack him - presumably a unique skill of the League of Assassins - even limited by size and strength, with this Damian wasn't just good for his age, he was an outstanding fighter.Tim admits this, but that doesn't mean he's willing to put his head down and be a punching bag for Damian to come and go.

Damian can dislike him, even hate him, Tim doesn't care.But Tim refuses to take the blame for something he didn't do, he's not the scapegoat for brats who don't get attention.

"The night watch is because Jason disobeyed his father's orders!"

"And who do you think he's contradicting Bruce for?"

"I'm the father's son! He should take me on the night watch! But he chose you!"

"That's because you're out of control, and Batman doesn't need an out-of-control Robin!"

"You have confused father, and you still want to bring Jason in. I won't let him fall into your clutches."

"You're fucking sick! Do you know what the hell you're talking about?"

"I have proof! I know you terrorized Jason's friend, that Winchester, you know you look like a jealous woman, Drake."

Damian looked proudly at Tim, who was stiff and pale, and felt that he had finally exposed the mask of the hypocrite Drake.

"It's not what you think it is." Tim tried not to panic in his voice.

"Forget it," Damian snorted, "I thought you were acting once, but twice... tsk tsk, what do you think father would say? If he knew that the disciple Xiao who was watching the night by his side every day wanted to with his son?"

Tim recalled the day when the red-hooded Jason of the parallel earth had just been exchanged, and Little Winchester appeared at the gate of Wayne's mansion, saying that Jason had asked him to have dinner together.In order to save Jason's friend from being beaten to death by Red Hood on a parallel Earth, Tim decides to scare Sam Winchester away the "old way", preferably straight back to Stanford— Of course, Tim transferred a large amount of money to someone afterwards, and in the name of a scholarship, he should have expressed his apology.

He had no idea that Damian knew about it.Tim swears, if he knew Damian had been watching, he would have chosen another way to get him away!

But the expression on Damian's winning face in front of him made Tim want to smash his whole white teeth with a stick.No, he won't let this little bastard continue to run rampant.Even if his reputation as a pervert is to be confirmed today, Tim will not bow to the devil bastard!

"Hmph, so what." Tim put away his long stick, spread his hands and smiled at Damian who he thought was most likely to be imprisoned in Arkham, "Do you think B doesn't know? Someone told you that the stepping stone for me to step into the Wayne mansion, and the first apprenticeship ceremony for becoming Robin, is the little shorts Jason.avi?"

Tim watched as the triumphant smile on Damian's face gradually moved closer to "Scream".

Hehe, do you think he is not aware of being regarded as a pervert?

I don't even think about how he became Jason's follower... Ahhh!number one fan!

Climbing out from the air vent on the ceiling, clutching the wearable translator he stole from other crew members and the simple structural diagram of the spaceship on his feet, Bruce the Bat looked indifferently at the two big and one small ones below. Earthlings are fighting each other.

The people on earth are really strange. He clearly asked them to report the difficulties they encountered. Why did they fight instead when he took back what humans needed?