Did Ah Fu retire today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Afu was even more guilty.

Gotham does have such a ranking list, the top of the list is undoubtedly Playboy Bruce Wayne, but the second place is not Gotham Knight Batman, but Arkham's resident guest clown.

Ah Fu doesn't understand why the clown's popularity is so high.

He obviously always has a strange oil paint on his face, can't see his true face, and acts perverted and crazy, but it seems that villains can always easily capture girls' hearts, clowns are more attractive than those "ordinary" serial murderers Female fans, Arkham's public mailbox is even filled with confession letters written to him by fanatical fans.

This made Ah Fu very puzzled for a while, and guessed that he was ranked lower than Bruce, probably because he was not handsome enough?

But the poor Batman, the messenger of justice, is the opposite. His ranking even fell out of the top three, losing to several handsome perverted murderers in ordinary prisons, and he stabilized at fifth place. unexpected.

Because of this, he hesitated for a long time. After all, because he was afraid that the master would be sad, he buried the matter of the ranking in his heart and did not say it.

But what does it mean now, even if he didn't say it, Bruce would know?

"Master." Ah Fu quickly figured out the reason, and said helplessly, "Maybe you can restrain your desire for control."

Bruce put his arms around his chest in a defiant pose.

Ah Fu retreated instantly and had nothing to say.

Damian, who was crying aggrievedly on his shoulder, gradually lowered his voice. He looked at Old Alfred with tears on his face, then raised his head to look at Bruce, and thought hard in his little head. Suddenly found that the thighs I temporarily hugged were not as thick as expected?

He stopped crying as if struck by lightning, only sobbing softly one after another, which looked pitiful.

Old Afu was very distressed. He patted Damian's back comfortingly and said to Bruce: "I'll send Master Damian to sleep. If you are free, tidy up the war room."

Bruce's expression looked a little aggrieved, but Ah Fu didn't say anything. He coaxed Damian to leave the Batcave and walked all the way back to the manor.

Because the new young master appeared temporarily, so he hadn't had time to prepare a room for him, and to be honest, Ah Fu didn't think that a child who was only two years old could live alone.

However, since the father and son seemed unfriendly, Ah Fu could only temporarily place the new young master in his room, and put the task of purchasing a small bed on the agenda.

Damian may have had enough fuss and was tired of crying.He lay on Ah Fu's shoulder, followed the old butler's shaky footsteps, felt the regular pats on his back, his eyelids became heavier and his consciousness became weaker and weaker.

Afterwards, little Damian only had the sound of long breaths and two coquettish whimpers, obviously sleeping soundly.

Still a cub.

The old butler smiled reminiscently. He put Damian on his big bed and surrounded the cub with a thick quilt to surround the city with a high "wall". Only then did he feel relieved and walked out with ease. room, back to the Batcave.

He hasn't been away for a long time, but Bruce has already cleaned up most of the war room.

The broken parts were picked up on the table, but it may take a lot of work to put together the original shape again.

The fragments of the cartons were gathered together and then swept into empty cartons, and the messy ground was finally restored to order.

The sofa was completely useless, and was thrown by Bruce at the door, and it seemed that he was going to pull it out and throw it away.And his black cloak, which was stained with some kind of saliva and urine stains, was bunched up and crumpled in a corner, looking pitiful.

Ah Fu's conscience was suddenly straightened after being taken away by the cub, and he realized belatedly that it seemed that the torture his master had experienced was more miserable?

Bruce was doing the final finishing touches, and when he heard footsteps, he immediately turned around: "Fall asleep so soon?"

He didn't know when he took off his battle armor, and he was wearing a long gray-blue striped nightgown, but this made the scratches on his neck more obvious.

Ah Fu frowned: "Does it still hurt?"

Bruce thought about this question for a long time before tentatively answering: "Are you talking about gunshot wounds? After so many days, they have basically healed, and the pain has long since disappeared."

Ah Fu paused with a distressed expression: "I'm talking about the new injury on your neck!"

Bruce didn't take this kind of small wound seriously, so when he was asked suddenly just now, he was still thinking about the gunshot wound a few days ago.

He said indifferently: "I was just scratched by the "little cat" twice, nothing happened, the blade has been taken away by me."

"Huh?" Ah Fu heard something extraordinary, "Blade?"

Bruce said in surprise: "Otherwise, how do you think the crack on the sofa came from? It was scratched by that little brat with his claws?"

Alfred answered Bruce with silence, he did think that way before.

Can he say that he is not a human being, so he forgot what level of attack power a human cub should have?But after thinking about it, even if it is a blade, it is not normal!

"Why does Master Damian have such a thing?" Ah Fu couldn't understand.

Bruce had some guesses: "Maybe it was given to him by that crazy woman Thalia, or maybe he stole it from somewhere, Ah Fu, that bastard is not as harmless as you think."

Ah Fu said indifferently: "But it's not as dangerous as you imagined, he is still controllable."

Bruce said deflatedly, "Hopefully I can educate him."

"If he is really your child." Afu fetched his usual medical kit, pushed Bruce to sit on the sofa, "Let me see your wound."

Bruce whispered: "Even if not, I can't let him go. There are too many criminals in Gotham, at least don't have another Damian."

Afu used a cotton swab dipped in alcohol to clean the scratches on Bruce's neck. It was a little painful, but Bruce didn't even frown as if he was used to it all.

Like he said, the pain was nothing.

In the beginning, when he was a city vigilante without telling Ah Fu, he even sewed up the wound by himself. At that time, in order to keep awake and his fingers flexible, he always did not use anesthesia.

I endured the pain of suturing the flesh like that, and now it's just disinfection, it's really nothing.

But Ah Fu was still a little distressed.

The subconscious care period for the cub passed, and the master became the only one in his heart again.

With steady hands, he cleaned the wound, applied medicine and bandaged it, and finally packed the medical kit back to its original place, threw away the remaining cotton swabs and broken bandages, and walked back to the master.

He glanced at the sofa and said, "Fortunately, it hasn't been thrown away yet. This sofa still has some uses."

There are many swivel chairs in the combat preparation room, but the height and angle of sitting are not as comfortable as the sofa for Ah Fu.If you want to clean the wound more conveniently and the master will feel less discomfort, Ah Fu still recommends the sofa.

But only today.

Bruce stretched out his nightgown, stood up, looked back at the pitiful sofa covered with scratches and sponge turned upside down, and said without hesitation, "I'll throw it away tomorrow morning."

"It's better to be later, master." A Fu said, "Let's take Damian for an appraisal first."

Bruce was a little unbelievable: "Are you more anxious than me?"

"I don't want you to have doubts about anything," Alfred said. "We can go to Dr. Tompkins, and she will keep your secret."

"If I really have an illegitimate child?" Bruce knew what his butler was talking about. "Of course, Leslie always keeps her promises."

Leslie Tompkins used to be the family doctor of the Wayne family, and later opened a hospital funded by his father. In addition, her medical skills have always been good, and now she is also one of the most famous people in Gotham.

As long as he can remember, Leslie has been very kind to him, she didn't understand it when she was young, but now...

Bruce looked at Ah Fu, and said narrowly: "With you here, of course Leslie will take care of me."

Ah Fu looked at him suspiciously: "What are you talking about?"

Bruce said in surprise, "You don't even know?"

Ah Fu was at a loss: "What should I know?"

Bruce frowned, as if he couldn't understand: "Leslie has been chasing you for more than ten years, I always thought you were ignorant, just to reject her?"

"Impossible." Ah Fu categorically retorted, and with good reason, "Her boyfriend has never been broken."

Bruce said as a matter of course: "What does pursuing you have to do with whether she has a boyfriend?"

Ah Fu always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, but Bruce's expression was too serious and his tone was too sure, which made him doubt for a while, did he make a fuss too much?

But he really has no feelings for Tompkins, or he is not a human being in the first place, so he can't understand the interpretation of love by human beings. For him, only family affection can be understood and accepted by him.

What's more, that female doctor, apart from having some meaningless conversations with him and looking at him like a twitch in the corner of her eyes, didn't do anything meaningful. It's normal for him not to know.

Ah Fu quickly convinced himself, and continued without any pressure: "Then I will call to make an appointment tomorrow morning, and we will take Master Damian to Tompkins Private Hospital."

Bruce gave up the topic and said along with his butler, "Okay, then go to bed early tonight."

He's only halfway through his night watch, so there's no problem getting up early tomorrow.

Ah Fu nodded, agreeing to the suggestion.

They walked all the way back to the manor, went up to the second floor, and soon arrived outside Ah Fu's room.

At this moment, a loud sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly came from the door, followed by a crackling sound.

Bruce is even used to this: "He might be awake."

Ah Fu stepped back and opened the door, and at a glance, he saw the little brat who woke up at some point and was sparing no effort to destroy his room.

"He really has a problem." Bruce looked at the excited look, as if the cub was controlled by the desire for violence and destruction, and faintly realized something, "Is this why Thalia sent him here?"

"It's not clear yet." Ah Fu turned his head to look at his master, then suddenly his eyes widened and focused on behind him, "But we seem to have new troubles."

As soon as the words fell, a sleepy murmur came from behind Bruce.

"What are you looking at?" Dick yawned big, rubbed his eyes sleepily, and walked slowly from the direction Bruce was facing away from.