[Comprehensive] Retirement of the brave

Having an extra child who is like a puppet without knowing it seems to have no effect on the Wayne family, except for the need to adapt to the dark corner of the house or which chair will sit a child, and there will be an extra bowl on the table when eating chopsticks.In addition, the presence of the freshly baked Theodore is pitifully low.

The initial novelty is over, Dick is busy with his studies during the day, half of Bruce may be catching up on small activities at night, and the other half may be forced to go to the company for a meeting.Not to mention at night, the activities in the dark can consume Batman and Robin's entire night.Perhaps Alfred was the only one who would send Theodore to his room to help him wash and cover him with a quilt, and finally say good night.

But sometimes Ah Fu also ignores Theodore, such as in recent days.

Bruce and Dick had had some arguments in recent days, both about their evening activities and about Bruce's restraint.They can make a night watch, or go from day to night on weekends.Alfred was always worried about this, and all consolation had little effect between two equally stubborn people.

Dick complained about Bruce's desire to control him. He thought he already had the ability to stand alone, at least he didn't need Bruce to say that he couldn't do this and that he couldn't do that every time.He even mentioned that Bruce went out to practice alone, "I was about the same age as you at that time, Bruce! You can't restrain me like a baby bird who can't do anything!"

He's vehement and swearing, indicting Bruce's increasingly cumbersome grip on him these days.

Bruce didn't look good either, and he pointed at Dick's chest and told him "Because I've been through it, I'm trying to keep you from going through it! Don't do things beyond your abilities, don't go to places beyond your abilities, don't Do things that hurt yourself. I don't think that's an unreasonable request, Dick."

This kind of quarrel would break out for various reasons every once in a while, and it would always end in a cold war between the two of them.This kind of bickering takes most of Alfred's energy, especially the conflict between Bruce and Dick has risen to the point of punching each other's faces recently.

Freedom, bondage, safety, quarrels... Theodore, who was sitting in a place where no one was paying attention, unconsciously recorded everything that happened before his eyes.And slowly absorb everything and ferment.

"Hi, Bruce, I heard that your family has some frizzy problems recently?" Tony's call undoubtedly injected relief into the increasingly stalemate atmosphere in the Wayne family, "Want to come and play with me? My recent Spotted a guy claiming to be Thor, you might be interested."

The man who claimed to be Thor had long blond hair reaching his shoulders, a burly figure, and a handsome face.Even if he wasn't a god like he said, on Earth, he'd be the type to be liked by girls.When Bruce arrives, he and Tony have just finished a discussion about the gap between Norse mythology and reality.

For example, Rocky is his younger brother, and his brother has no children, and neither does he.etc.

"Hi, Bruce," Tony waved to him, looking behind him curiously, not surprisingly seeing no one else. "So you still haven't persuaded your kid to come with you? Or you didn't tell him at all?"

"I said," Bruce took the glass that Tony handed over with some gloom, which contained coffee. "Dick applied to Bludhaven's university. He said he wanted to adapt to university life first, so he left early yesterday morning."

"Wow, did you run away from home? You have the style you used to, Bruce." Tony leaned on the bar, clapped his hands, forget it, let's not talk about this, introduce this one to you, "Thor, from Asgard , is a Thor, right buddy?" He cast a look at Thor with his Norse study.

"That's right." Thor put down the book in a hurry, and almost knocked off the quilt, "Father sealed my divine power, and I can't return to Asgard until I can get the approval of Thor's Hammer again. Well, have you ever heard of a hammer that won't lift? Uh, or have you seen my brother?"

"Hey, buddy, your brother? Rocky? He's coming to Earth too? You haven't told me that before." Tony patted Bruce's arm and whispered to him, "This morning, this big stupid The roof of my building fell straight down, unscathed. So, you understand?" Then he turned his head and continued to smile at Thor.

"No, it's not Loki, it's another younger brother." Thor stood up and gestured, "Probably this tall."

Tony held his chin while watching and said, "1.3 meters? 1.4 meters? So you're still a child."

"Then, he has black hair, dark gray eyes, and a thinner body. His name is Aiwen. How about it? Have you seen him?" Thor looked expectant, hoping to hear something from his new friends. good news.

"J."

"Sir, after comparison, there are about 142 people who agree with the conditions in New York City. It is recommended to further narrow the scope."

Tony spread his hands, "You saw buddy, it would be a big project to find someone based on the few pieces of information you provided. And your brother should also be a god, if he uses some magical powers to pretend, you can There is no guarantee that he is still what you said he is now."

Unlike Tony, Bruce almost immediately thinks of Theodore back home.The black hair, the dark gray eyes and the too coincidental timing of waking up, and those vague memories.If divine power can be used to disguise appearance, it may also be used to disguise memory.In addition to what Diana said, the knife that suddenly appeared and disappeared reminded her of the thunder and lightning of the god king Odin.

Bruce inevitably connected Thor's brother in his mouth with Theodore, and then one suspicion after another followed.What is he plotting?What is his purpose?

Thor pondered for a while, perhaps in his heart his younger brother was unique enough that he didn't need any distinctions at all, so it was extraordinarily difficult to think about it now. "Oh, that's right," his eyes lit up, "Aiwen is the god of fairness and justice, and wherever he sets foot will be a place of fairness and justice."

"Well, old J, plus the crime rate has dropped dramatically."

Bruce suddenly thought of Arkham's unusual calm recently, "Tony, I suddenly remembered something, I have to go back first."

"Go, go," Tony muttered, "I'm used to you coming and going in a hurry every time, Master Bruce always has a lot of things to do."

He raised his voice and said, "By the way, I'll call your kid when I'm free. To be honest, I think we should get along pretty well." Bruce waved his hand hastily, and the windbreaker disappeared behind the corner.

"Okay, let's continue to talk about our problem. How did your brother come to Earth, is it also an experience?" Tony turned back to Thor and asked lazily.

"No, he was framed and wronged," Thor slapped the table excitedly, "someone accused him of murder, and he had to flee Asgard in embarrassment. I must bring him back Clear him of the crime, no one can slander my brother like that, no one!" The tiny lightning made the lights of the building flicker, and the glass placed closest to Thor suddenly exploded with a "bang".

Alfred said while helping Bruce who rushed back to the Batcave to pack up. "Master Bruce, I thought you would have a good get together with Master Tony today, after all, you left first last time."

"I know Alfred, but I'm really in a hurry." Bruce put on the universal belt, took the helmet handed by Alfred and put it on, "I heard something from Tony, it's about Theodore, I Must go to Arkham immediately to verify the situation."

"Well, you always have a way to convince me." The old butler, who was dressed up, smiled at his young master, "I wish you a triumphant return."

"of course."

The Batmobile rushed out of the hidden entrance of the Batcave and drove towards Arkham. When the Dark Knight walked into Arkham, the first feeling was that Arkham's guards seemed too loose.He pulled a guard into the shadows at the turn, pinned him down hard with one hand, and covered his mouth with the other. "I asked, you said, do you understand?" The guard nodded in horror.

"First question, why is Arkham's guard so loose?"

The guard who was let go coughed twice, rubbed his neck and said, "Those prisoners seem to be really crazy. When they want to do things that hurt us guards or want to break out of the prison first, they will punish themselves desperately." Two days ago, someone thought that the bomb that the clown had planted before was killed, but the clown was desperately hitting the wall in his prison, and his head was bleeding."

"How many people has this happened to?"

"Everyone who participated in the previous prison escape looked like that. Firefly tried to create turmoil and escaped again, but broke his right leg before he could do it, and is still wailing in the cell."

After letting go of the guard, Bruce visited the cells of the criminals one by one.Firefly was just like what the guard said, with one leg hanging, howling unceasingly.The Mad Hatter was as calm as a plaster statue, sitting motionless on the bed.When he walked to the clown, the clown let out his classic laugh as soon as he saw him: "Little bat, let me guess why you came, is it because of the recent strangeness in Arkham?"

"what do you know?"

The next moment, the clown started to hit the wall desperately, the kind that really hit his head against the wall, feeling that the wall was shaken by him, and the wall dust fell down.Combined with what the guard said, it was obvious that the clown had some bad idea.

"It's such an interesting method, but, do you think that you can save Gotham in this way, little, bat?" the tenacious and unyielding clown said with difficulty while eating wall dust amidst the sound of banging against the wall , but the sound of him hitting the wall was too loud, Batman said that today's earbuds have arrived and he can't hear.

To be honest, Bruce is even deserting now. If he didn't let the influence of this unknown force make him feel that there are many hidden dangers, it is actually not bad as it is now.Well, he took another look at the gray wall, but it might be a bit of a waste.It feels like the clown may achieve the achievement of opening the way with his head and hitting the wall to tear down the wall.

The dying clown who hit himself into the ground collapsed on the ground, his throat sounded like a tattered bellows, and the blood on his face matched his crazy eyes.Even if he had to be restrained by this sudden force, the clown never died.

[Little bat, little bat, we are the same.If it's a punishment, guess what, when will your share arrive?I'm sure you'll break this bondage yourself, little bat, and we'll see how I get to know you. 】

A furry head emerged from the shadow at the corner, and the body between a teenager and a child allowed him to hide in the gaps of various wastes without being discovered.The boy is a resident of the slum, and he has been observing the Batmobile for a long time.When the Batmobile makes its way to Arkham, it's always parked behind a nearby shipping container.

As for why it takes all this effort, it goes without saying, of course it is because of money.One tire of the Batmobile can sell a lot of dollars on the black market, and then he can eat bread every day.Maybe buy two more books.He really didn't like the way the librarian looked at him like he was looking at some kind of pest.

Holding the crowbar in his hand, the boy jumped out of the hiding place and rushed towards the Batmobile, which in his eyes had already been equated with the dollar bill.His speed was very fast, and his small body unloaded a tire in two or three strokes.He rolled the tire to a hiding place and put it away, then covered it with the surrounding waste, and hid himself.

Money is a good thing, but he thinks he won't let it get to his head.The boy has seen many older children do some bad things for money, and then get caught and hammered by Batman and thrown into the reformatory.He listened to the movement with his ears upright, everything was silent, and it seemed that the dark Batman hadn't come back yet.So he turned out of the hiding place again, unloaded another tire and changed to another place to hide.

Children of the slums and crime alleys have to be careful and not too kind.Like Batman, he might be negotiating with criminals in Arkham right now for the lives of some people in Gotham City.And outside, a petty thief like himself is throwing the tires of his Batmobile.

The boy made a small confession, his flat hungry stomach really didn't allow him to spend time on these things.But after selling all those tires, and after he's had a full stomach to get through the winter, he vowed to pray for Batman every day, just like those hypocritical priests did to their God.As long as he can survive this winter.

The author has something to say: oh, the agreed second barrel has been delivered, please pay attention to check it.

I'm not very good at swearing, I feel like I don't have the feeling of writing swear words, ah, ah, it's so difficult to swear.

And, young you, you are mad at me.