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

Harris is one of the newly recruited police officers. He has not worked in the Gotham Police Department for less than a year, but because of his warm personality and outstanding ability, he quickly stood out among the newcomers and was highly valued by Chief Gordon. The future looks bright.

But the accident happened not long ago.

Bruce sat on the low stool next to the hospital bed, and Alfred, who had cleaned up the broken glass, stood behind the master, listening to the young police officer who had just woken up and told the whole story of the attack.

"That's from the Maroni family." Harris said affirmatively, "We found out their secrets, and they wanted to kill people to silence them."

Ah Fu said in surprise: "Maroni again?"

Bruce asked, "What secret?"

Harris shook his head slightly: "I can't say that it will put you in danger."

Bruce said indifferently: "Do you think Maroni will believe that we are ignorant people after saving you?"

Ah Fu also said: "Compared to being targeted without knowing anything, perhaps it is a better choice to know the secret and take effective precautions."

Harris was persuaded, and told what he knew: "Maroney and the Scarecrow are working together."

Bruce was not too surprised: "It's not difficult to guess that you were poisoned by the scarecrow's fear gas. But what I care more about is the boy who suddenly appeared next to you. He is an outsider. I'm afraid the real cause of this incident, It's him."

"How do you know?" Harris asked warily.

Afu said: "Master Wayne is Batman's patron after all, so we naturally have other sources of information."

Harris sighed, he was silent for a long time, and finally talked about the boy.

"When I first met Adam, he had already attracted Maroney's attention and was being hunted down." Harris said, "I saved him."

The word "chasing and killing" caused Bruce and Ah Fu to look at each other subconsciously, then they both looked away and looked at the young police officer again.

Harris said helplessly: "Adam is like a newborn chick who recognizes the first person it sees, and recognizes me who saved him. And his urgent situation and the unknown danger lurking in the dark are also the same. It really makes me worry about entrusting him to someone else."

"So you kept him until today?" Bruce said.

Harveys nodded: "But I found out some things recently, and I can confirm that the person who chased him was Maroni."

Bruce asked, "Why?"

"Fear gas." Harveys said, "Adam...or Adam's sub-personality accidentally obtained the core information of terror gas. If this information is handed over to the police, an absolute antibody will be developed soon. No matter how much the Scarecrow upgrades his poison gas, his fear weapon will become a pile of waste gas, and it will never hurt others again."

Ah Fu recalled it in a flash, and it seemed that the young Adam he saw in the public toilet a few days ago did seem to have some mental problems.

One moment he was still a timid young man, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly became sharp and menacing, and even his voice miraculously turned into a female voice.

At that time, the explanation Harris gave was sleepwalking, but now it seems that the sub-personality should have taken over the body, which led to the sudden change of Adam's personality and demeanor.

A Fu looked at the pale and weak police officer, and had to ask another question: "But how did his sub-personality get the core information?"

But this question is not only curious about Afu and Bruce, but even Harris is equally curious: "I don't know, Adam's sub-personality is difficult to communicate normally, and she is very vigilant. It seems to be planning something, and is very resistant to communicating with me."

Bruce frowned.

Harris finally said, "That's all I know."

Maybe it was because he talked too much and spent too much time, the young policeman coughed badly.Ah Fu poured him a cup of hot water, and Bruce stood up from the low stool, planning to leave.

"My manor is not a formal hospital after all, which is not conducive to recovery." Bruce gave a suggestion, "It is best if you have a trusted hospital. If not, I can also recommend you a trusted hospital. You can think about it." .”

Harris took a few sips of hot water, suppressed the itching in his throat, and said hoarsely, "I don't know of any reliable hospital, and I may need to trouble you, Mr. Wayne."

"Tompkins Private Hospital, you should have heard of it." Bruce said, "Then after dawn, I will take you there?"

Harris said hesitantly, "Then Adam..."

Bruce said: "When he wakes up, I will also ask for his opinion."

Harris felt relieved: "Please, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce said goodbye to him briefly, and walked out of the guest room. Ah Fu hugged Damian who was lying on his shoulders and fell asleep again, closed the door of the guest room gently, and then walked out.

By this time, it was already past three o'clock in the morning.

Ah Fu said worriedly: "Go to sleep for a while."

Bruce is fine.

"You should go to rest." He was always concerned about the scene where Ah Fu's heart stopped beating, and had to remind him, "When you are older, don't always stay up late like young people."

Ah Fu said helplessly: "But you have to go out on 'dates' every night. If I rest early, who will help you?"

Bruce was not only lost in thought.

Ah Fu asked, "Master?"

Bruce said slowly, "I've got an idea...it's still immature, and I'm not sure."

Ah Fu was a little curious: "What do you mean?"

Bruce shut his mouth and said no more.

His mysterious appearance made Ah Fu's curiosity rise to the peak. He quickly walked a few steps to follow, and asked softly, "Master, what did you think of?"

Bruce stopped and looked at his butler fixedly: "Want to know?"

Afu nodded without hesitation.

Bruce glanced at him: "Then let's exchange at the same value, I will tell you what I think, and you tell me why you suspended animation in the war preparation room."

Ah Fu choked and changed his words abruptly.

"I don't really want to know that much." He said insincerely, "Good night, sir."

Bruce raised his eyebrows and watched his Ah Fu leave: "Good night, Ah Fu."

Only this time, the person who fled was replaced by his housekeeper.

……

After a dreamless night, the alarm clock at six o'clock woke up the butler on time, and the peanut muffins from the butler woke up Bruce even more on time.

"Did you sleep well, master?" Ah Fu put the muffin on the bedside table, and opened the curtain for his master.

The soft sunlight penetrated through the whole floor-to-ceiling windows and gently sprinkled on the honey-colored big bed.

Bruce lifted off the blue striped quilt, put on his slippers, and stretched himself to stand up.

And with the movement of his arms, the tie of the nightgown gradually loosened, and the pink neckline was completely opened, revealing a large area of ​​tight muscles and dense scars.

Ah Fu was angry that the master didn't take care of himself, and felt sorry for the tragic situation of new injuries and old injuries. Finally, after thinking about it, he only turned into a helpless sigh.

"What's the matter?" Bruce also found that his lace was loose. He squeezed the lace and re-tightened it slowly, wondering why the housekeeper sighed.

Ah Fu shook his head and said, "Nothing."

Bruce pursed his lips, quickly finished his breakfast, took advantage of the butler to clean up the dinner plate, and found a suit more quickly, and put it gently beside the bed.

As soon as Ah Fu came back, he saw this dress, and couldn't help feeling nostalgic: "Is it the one I picked last year?"

"Yeah," Bruce said with a smile, "the one you gave me for my birthday last year was at least my short-term favorite."

It's not a high-end order or a private order, but the housekeeper can't take his eyes off just by taking a look outside the window.

He couldn't help but replace the model with Bruce in his mind, and then confirmed that this iron-gray suit with a unique waist design seemed to be specially prepared for his master, and it fit perfectly.

The carefully selected luxury watches were delayed until Christmas, and Bruce's birthday gift that year naturally became this suit.

Ah Fu was a little happy: "Let me help you tie your tie."

Bruce leaned sideways to give the butler some distance so he could approach the cloakroom and pick out the best fit among his three rows of ties.

And when he took off his nightgown and changed into his suit, Ah Fu happened to be holding a gray-blue striped tie and turned around.

"How about this one?" He approached his master.

"Try?" Bruce raised his head cooperatively, and his throat subconsciously slid up and down.

Ah Fu put the tie around the master's neck, fastened it gently, looked him up and down, and concluded somewhat complacently: "It suits you very well."

Bruce turned sideways and looked into the full-length mirror. The man was so handsome that he seemed to be shining. He showed a Bruce Wayne playboy smile with satisfaction, and said with admiration, "You are right."

The master and servant looked at each other with satisfaction.

They walked out of the room one after the other, and when they passed the guest room, they suddenly stopped at the same time.

"What is that sound?"

"It sounds like Master Dick's voice."

Bruce pushed open the door suddenly, and sure enough, he saw his adopted son Dick leaning against the head of the bed, who had been awake for some time.

He was clutching his forehead and moaning for pain, when he heard the door being pushed, he raised his head suddenly, and then the sudden dizziness made him lose his balance and fell back on the bed.

How pitiful.

Ah Fu hurried over and helped Dick sit up.

Bruce was no less worried than Ah Fu, but he mocked unhappily: "How does it feel to run away from home?"

Dick hung his head in shame.

Bruce continued, "Isn't it exciting to steal a car?"

Dick's face flushed.

Bruce was still saying: "Is it too long to rush forward when encountering danger?"

Dick was a little unconvinced on this point. If he hadn't helped before, I'm afraid there would not be three patients, but two corpses!

Bruce's style changed: "But courage is commendable."

"Eh?" Dick really raised his head stupidly this time.

Bruce thought about it and said, "Skill...not bad."

"Huh?" Dick was even more confused, "Maybe it's because I practiced acrobatics since I was a child?"

He looked at his adoptive father, and always felt that this sentence was familiar, as if Batman said the same thing last night?

"So." Dick scratched his head, "You weren't here last night, how do you know I'm good at it?"

Bruce blinked, momentarily stunned.