[Zhongyingmei] I want to dye my hair

The morning after Alfred returned to Wayne Manor.

After preparing breakfast, this all-powerful old man went upstairs to wake up one big one and one small one.

It was already seven o'clock.

When facing A Fu, the very well-behaved little An Qi had already washed up early and put on new beige home clothes. When A Fu came to knock on the door, "Da Da Da" ran over to open the door for him.

"Good morning, Miss Anqi." The old man smiled and rubbed the top of the little girl's head.

"Good morning, Ah Fu." An Qi responded to Ah Fu, rubbing her little head against his palm.It's like a cat acting like a baby to its owner, cute and docile.

"Breakfast is ready, you can go downstairs first. After I wake up the master, we can have dinner."

"Yeah." Angie seldom reacted to Ah Fu's words.

The little girl nodded obediently, and then walked up to the first floor with her short legs.

Ah Fu watched her go downstairs, and didn't knock on Bruce's door until the figure disappeared.

As usual, knock first.After three beeps, no one responded, and the door was opened.

then……

On the old man's calm and indifferent face, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

The milk oatmeal was fermented overnight on the bed, exuding an indescribable smell that stimulated Ah Fu's sense of smell.

Bruce was not in the room, Ah Fu had already expected it when he smelled the smell.

Ah Fu stretched out his hand and touched the frame of the glasses with his fingertips seemingly casually, and then it looked like ordinary glasses, and the lens on the right turned into an infrared thermal imager.

God, what kind of black technology is this?

But just to find Bruce, it's a bit overkill.

Alfred doesn't think so.

He kept walking all the way, and came to the west side of the corridor on the second floor.In the huge castle-like building, the bedrooms of the men in the Wayne family are all on the second floor. Bruce, Alfred and later little Angie live on the east side, while the eldest Dick and the second young master live on the west side.

Bruce is in Dick's room now.It's a room, but it's like a white-collar's personal apartment.Dick is Bruce's first adopted child. As a new father, he has no idea when facing children than when he was Angie.Bruce, who is not good at expressing, had to satisfy Dick's material conditions at first.Therefore, in Dick's room, the master bedroom, the second bedroom, the living room, the study room, the bathroom, and the bathroom are all available. Later, Bruce also opened up the room next to him to build a game and entertainment room for him.His room has a total area of ​​210 square meters.

Dick, who was born in a circus, did not have such high material requirements. After Jason was adopted by Bruce, he lived next door to Dick.Later, at Dick's suggestion, the game room was changed to be shared by two people.Such a generous and friendly sharing of Dick, who originally belonged to his own game room, directly hit Jason's point.After all, there is no boy who does not like video games, billiards, and other entertainment.

The room Bruce slept in was the second bedroom that was separated from the game room.This has been turned into a lounge.But because Dick and Jason both have their own bedrooms, almost no one spends the night here.

But compared to the guest room that Ah Fu has not tidied up, the lounge that Ah Fu often takes care of is better.

Alfred is here to find Bruce.

Because this game room only belongs to Dick and Jason, there is no door in the corridor.You have to go into one of the bedrooms, then turn right and open the door to the game room.

"Unexpectedly, you would come here to sleep, master." The old butler stood at the door, his figure straight and straight, with no expression on his face.

Because the quality of sleep last night was not bad, Bruce opened his eyes and sat up from the bed when he heard Ah Fu's voice.

In less than half a second, Bruce's sanity returned and he was completely awake.

Hearing what Ah Fu said, Bruce rubbed his temples like a headache: "Bruce, you don't know. My bedroom, it..."

"May I interrupt you," before Bruce could finish, Ah Fu interrupted him with his eyes half-downcast, "I've seen the bedroom you mentioned."

--right.

Bruce was still helpless, but he heard Ah Fu say again.

"Taking milk and cereal back to the room in the middle of the night to eat, and spilling it on the bed. This is something a child would do. Let me remind you, sir. You are a grown man of 29 years old."

Bruce?

Bruce: "???"

"Master, I know that the two days you spent with Miss Angie have given you the vigor that young people should have. This is a good thing." If it was the old Bruce, although he would be dissatisfied or regretful because he didn't have cookies, But he would definitely not make such a relatively naive move for him last night.At that time, Ah Fu suddenly saw the shadow of Master Bruce.

But if you are full of vigor, you still have to say what should be said.

"Let me say more, did you want to have a supper last night? If that's the case, why didn't you talk to me, the housekeeper?"

"Although I, an old man, don't know when it's possible to meet God, but a midnight snack can still be made. Please don't doubt my professional ability. This will make your old housekeeper feel ashamed."

Bruce?

A Fu even said "see God", "professional ability" and so on, what else can Bruce say.

Although this milk cereal has nothing to do with him at all.

No, it's still kind of related.Because it appeared on his bed.

— Angie...

Bruce called out the name in his mind, feeling terrible.

——This little bastard definitely did it!

However, our culprit, little Angie, has long forgotten the terrible thing of pouring a basin of milk and cereal on someone's bed last night.

Today's Bruce is still taking the blame.

……

The day passed quickly.

After drinking the warm milk prepared by Ah Fu, it was time for An Qi to go to bed.

"Why does Bruce wear Batman's clothes, Afu?" Bruce has not lost his horse with Angie, and I don't know if he should be thankful for his usual energy, which caused Angie to not take Bruce Wayne at all. The two completely different identities of Batman are associated with one person.

In this regard, Ah Fu also did not know how to answer.

Ah Fu originally thought that little Anqi would ask this question last night, but it may be because she was tossing outside for a while and was given cold medicine by Ah Fu, so she was too sleepy and didn't have the energy to think about that matter.

"Maybe... this is the master's unknown preference." Just listen, Batman's old butler said so.

Little Angie?

Little Anqi's eyes lit up, and she said "Oh" as if she had realized something.express their understanding.

"Oh... like I don't like the color of my hair and want to change it?"

heard the words.Ah Fu glanced at the little girl's hair which seemed to be lighter than before he left.The original golden hair has faded to almost nothing.The current color is closer to platinum gold.

Ah Fu stretched out his hand and rubbed it, the little girl's hair was as soft and smooth as ever.

"Then what color hair does Miss An Qi like?" A Fu followed An Qi's words and asked.

"Green!" the little girl said without thinking, as if she liked this color very much.Her light-colored eyes are shining brightly, pure and sincere, without any adulteration.

Alfred?

The corner of Ah Fu's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Trust me, Miss Angie. That color doesn't suit you."

"But..." The little girl bit her finger, recalling the dazzling (forgive) color on her father's head.

- how beautiful it is!

Ah Fu had a panoramic view of An Qi's expression.The old man sighed inwardly, and decided to change the subject, not to entangle the little girl.

"I still need you to keep the master's affairs a secret. Don't tell others, Miss Anqi."

"Ah?" The little girl tilted her head and blinked before realizing, "Oh."

"Why can't you say it in person?" she asked naively.

Although I don't like Batman, if Bruce is wearing that dark suit, it's barely too annoying.

"Because some people will misunderstand the master is Batman, which will bring him and even us some unnecessary trouble."

"So, this matter cannot be known by others. Including your clown father." Because he knew the status of clowns in An Qi's heart, Ah Fu emphasized it.Otherwise, I can't guarantee that this girl will sell Bruce to the clown someday.It may also be unconscious.

However, Ah Fu's worries are obviously superfluous.

because……

"No way." Angie shook her head and threw a thunderstorm at Ah Fu, "Dad is not that stupid. He knows who Batman is, so he won't misunderstand."

"...!!" Ah Fu's breath paused indiscernibly, and he asked casually in his elegant British accent: "He knows?"

"Father knows Ang!" The little girl nodded, "It's just... I didn't tell me who it was..."

The latter words sounded like there was still some regret.

Under Ah Fu's surprise, the little girl said again: "I asked Dad. But, he said: Batman is just Batman, and he is not interested in who is behind his mask. Maybe one day he feels no interest, so he will choose The most boring game, to reveal who Batman is behind the mask."

However, since the clown chose to play, it is not as simple as revealing his identity.

In any case, Batman has to be forced to reveal his identity and make it known to the whole world.This is in line with the style of the clown.

After speaking, An Qi raised her head and looked at the stunned old man in front of her.

"Ah Fu?" She tilted her head and blinked, confused.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Ah Fu apologized, then took the empty glass that Angie had finished drinking milk, and exited Angie's room.

A Fu sent a message to Bruce: [Master, I have some bad news for you: Your real identity may have been exposed.Good news, though: the gentleman who knows your identity doesn't sound like he has any intention of revealing your identity to the world. 】

【clown? ] Bruce returns to him.

[Yes, it's the clown. 】Ah Fu especially emphasized.

【I see. 】

Unexpectedly, Bruce's reaction was unexpectedly calm.

Sitting in front of the controls in the Batcave, Bruce cast his eyes down in thought.

He had this feeling as early as last night when he met the clown.Regardless of whether the purpose of the clown is really just to beat himself up, Bruce has already noticed it from the clown's words.

——The other party may have known his true identity long ago.

In the batcave.A handsome man with a slender and muscular figure, with his index knuckles resting on his chin, his blue eyes half-lidded, with an inexplicable expression.

……

On the other side, Washington, USA.

Amanda receives word that one of her men has died in her apartment.

"The clown did it." The person next to Amanda handed her a tablet, on which was the content recorded by the hidden surveillance camera in the apartment.

Amanda lowered her eyes and clicked on the video.After watching it, I played it again, and finally stopped at a certain point in time.She zoomed in on the screen to see the contents of the clown's phone.

"This is the little girl on Harley Quinn's Twitter? It seems that not only Harley Quinn, but the lunatic Joker also cares about her." The indifferent black woman narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking.

"Yes. After the news broke that Bruce Wayne sent the girl to the hospital late at night, the Joker stopped investigating and went back to Gotham. The agent stationed in Gotham said that the Joker has now been imprisoned by Batman. Cam."

"Bruce Wayne's adoption process is still stuck?" Amanda asked suddenly.

"Yes. Never passed."

"Good job." Amanda praised flatly.

"The clown cares more about this child than expected. This child must not be named Wayne."

"You want to..." Amanda's assistant roughly guessed what she was thinking.

"It's just what you think. This kid may be a very important bargaining chip."

"Send a squadron to Gotham Linda, I want to take this bargaining chip into our own hands before Christmas."

"As for the adoption procedure of Bruce Wayne. Let them SayNo', Linda." The woman who seemed to be always sensible said to her assistant, "An adopted daughter of the richest man in Gotham will always be more important than a A criminal's daughter is more conspicuous."

Amanda glanced at the picture of the little girl.

Obviously such a well-behaved and cute little girl, in her eyes, she seemed to be no different from the photos of criminals she had reviewed.

— Angie?

The girl's surname could have been "J," but it couldn't be Wayne.

The storm is coming...

The author says:

A certain richest man: Since the surname cannot be Wayne, what do you think of the name Angie J. Stark?

Anada: ...

Bruce: ...

Ah Fu: No appointment, thank you :)

Ugly father: You little dwarf, stay away from my daughter!It will spoil her aesthetics!

A certain richest man: [looks up and down] The person with green hair and purple clothes tells me about aesthetics?

A certain father: Do you have any opinion on the person in purple? [raise hand]

A certain father: Eric, put Stark down from the sky. ...Mr. Stark, I think we should talk [kindly smile]

A certain richest man: No, I don't want to...

Come back PS: The age of the master here is set privately.After all, according to the timeline of this article, Nini hasn't made a battle suit yet.Master, please wait for us, Nini [cover your face]