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

It doesn't make much practical sense to delude yourself.

After looking at each other for a short while, the master and servant looked away awkwardly, and they all looked at the culprit, Damian.

"You can't pounce on others when they are sleeping." Bruce kept smiling, but gritted his teeth and taught.

"Master Damian, this time I'm on the master's side." Ah Fu said with a smile, but his voice was stiff.

Poor Damian looked at this and then at that, although he still doesn't understand the principle of "even if I don't wake you up, your movements won't change when you wake up, and you'll still be in embarrassment", but His bestial instinct still told him that he was being mercilessly targeted for venting his anger.

Damian's face fell down, his mouth was pursed, and he cried, "You are bad! I don't want you anymore! I want my brother!"

Maybe it was the grievance and anger that made him perform exceptionally well, and he yelled such a long sentence without stuttering at all.

After unilaterally announcing the "break-up", Damian ran away pattering away with the bald bear in his arms.

After a long silence, Ah Fu said hesitantly: "...we may have angered Master Damian away."

Bruce pursed his lips and said with a headache, "You don't need to remind me, I saw it."

Ah Fu lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, but his mouth was as usual, asking warmly: "What are we going to do now?"

Bruce was a little annoyed: "How would I know..."

He looked back at the butler, Ah Fu had his head half down, unable to see his eyes, but Bruce still recalled the embarrassment just now...and the weirdness in his heart at the moment he touched him.

A strange feeling that he couldn't explain.

That strange feeling of being ashamed but not ashamed, and feeling that it shouldn't have appeared at that moment.

An elder, a man, or an old man, if they are just the same, even if they share the same bed, even if they accidentally touch each other's skin, they shouldn't behave like that.

What's more, Ah Fu alone occupies three.

Bruce looked away, feeling like he was going crazy.

……

Since that day, I don't know what kind of self-deception the two are in, and they still continue to be in the same room.

Although the same embarrassment did not happen again, Bruce seemed to have added too much strange knowledge, and it became more and more impossible to get along with Ah Fu normally.

He bought piles of conservative long nightgowns, and he firmly fastened all the buttons every time, but he always recalled the touch of his abdomen that night and the overly delicate skin he touched.

He knew that Ah Fu's skin didn't feel like an old man's, and it might be the key to unlocking his "little secret", but he just couldn't calm down and think about it. The collarbone, that hand... just wasted day after day.

In this way, the time dragged on for half a month.

Bruce neither figured out Ah Fu's secret, nor adjusted his inexplicable mentality, everything remained at the original point.

But during this period, he did many other things, including but not limited to bringing back the spirit star from Leslie's private hospital, holding a press conference to announce his three sons, and throwing the fleeing scarecrow back to Arkham , and a birthday party for Boss Dick.

This banquet was very successful, and it could even be said to be the first successful banquet held in Wayne Manor in the past three years.

With no gangsters coming to "celebrate" or Arkham celebrities getting in, Dick is happily being a 13-year-old.

Everyone was happy, and so was Bruce of course.He also fell asleep happily, and then early the next morning, he suddenly received a bad news.

Pressing the mobile phone dedicated to killing Batman, thinking about the content of the text message, his face was frighteningly gloomy.

Ah Fu asked worriedly: "What did Director Gordon say?"

"The Joker planned a jailbreak," Bruce said.

Afu said strangely: "We connected to Arkham's database. As I recall, no criminals have successfully escaped from prison recently?"

"That's what alarmed me," Bruce said. "The clown failed, or he didn't intend to succeed at all. He planted a ten-kilo bomb with great fanfare, and finally released a squib."

Ah Fu also frowned: "This is not normal."

"It's often the start of another plan," Bruce said worriedly. "I have to go to Arkham."

Ah Fu asked understandingly: "What time will you be back?"

Bruce shook his head: "I'm afraid I'm going to stay there for a few days, Ah Fu, I'm a little flustered, and I always feel that something is going to happen."

A Fu frowned: "So serious that you need to give up the night watch for a few days?"

Bruce said, "I don't know yet, but Fu, I'll have to check first."

Ah Fu sighed and stood up: "Okay, when are you leaving?"

Bruce also jumped out of bed. He didn't care about the awkwardness of facing the housekeeper these days, and took off his nightgown neatly in front of Ah Fu again.

"Now." He walked into the study in shorts, "I have to leave immediately."

Ah Fu didn't have time to change clothes, he followed the master into the study in his nightgown.

Bruce walked to the piano, pressed the keys three times, and the bookshelf attached to the wall slowly moved away, revealing the secret passage leading to the Batcave, which was the longest path the two of them walked behind.

Bruce walked into the open-air elevator deck behind the door and turned to face the butler.

"Ah Fu," Bruce said solemnly.

"I'm here?" Ah Fu faintly realized something.

Bruce said: "During my absence, everything in the manor will be entrusted to you."

Ah Fu raised his eyebrows: "Believe me, master, I have done this kind of thing for a long time."

During the three years when the master was studying, the five years when he ran away from home, and the times when he was seriously injured and unable to move, which time did he not stand up and support Wayne Manor?

Bruce obviously thought of this too, and his expression was a little relaxed.But he quickly remembered the difference this time: "Those children..."

Ah Fu said: "I will take care of it, sir."

Bruce was still worried: "Why did I suddenly disappear?"

Ah Fu opened his mouth and came: "You are tired of staying in Gotham, and went to participate in extreme sports again. Let me see your itinerary plan. Well, what do you think of the high-altitude diving in Florida?"

Bruce finally showed his first smile today: "Perfect!"

Bruce pressed the switch, and the elevator slowly descended. Ah Fu watched his master leave, but he was still worried.

That's Arkham Asylum, with countless super criminals, riots and escapes happening all the time, and most importantly, there are clowns there.

Almost all the serious wounds on the master were related to that lunatic, Ah Fu really couldn't let his master face the clown alone.

After Bruce disappeared, Alfred closed the secret door disguised as a bookshelf.He quietly returned to the bedroom, Damian was still asleep, he quietly approached the door of Dick and Jason, listened to the long breathing inside, and then confirmed the two young masters' deep sleep.

He walked back to his room, locked the door, drew the curtains, and was right by the window, transformed back into his original form.

He left a copy of Ah Fu in place, but the main body quietly squeezed out through the pre-set window.

He was suddenly thankful that he was cautious and had contacted the Arkham courtyard with another identity earlier, so now he would not be stuck outside the door, unable to get close to and protect the master as a human being.

He must hurry up now, and hurry up, use that identity to go through all the formalities before the master arrives in Arkham, and enter Arkham first!

Thinking of this, Afubat speeded up.

The whole Wayne Manor is asleep, except for a blue cat who has just recovered and likes to explore.

It walked gracefully on the catwalk and walked to Ah Fu's door.

It approached the door, sniffed the smell inside, then tilted its head in doubt, and blinked in bewilderment: "...Meow?"

The smell inside, why is it so strange meow?

Lingxing squatted down, licking her paws, thinking puzzledly.

……

Wayne Manor is located on the outskirts of Gotham, Bristol County, while Arkham Asylum is far away on Naihe Island, between Midtown and Lower Town of Gotham City.

Batman drove the chariot to the maximum speed, and it took him a full six hours to rush to Arkham.

When he arrived in Arkham, it was already past lunch time, and Bowers, the guard who greeted him, said regretfully: "It's a bit unfortunate that you came, there are only a few sandwiches left in the kitchen, if you don't mind, Shall I warm up the kitchen?"

The voice changer made Batman's voice low and hoarse: "No, take me to see the clown."

The Bowles guard said in embarrassment: "The clown is the most dangerous criminal. Everyone who comes into contact with him will be affected. I have lost many good colleagues. I have heard your name and know your deeds. But if you want to see him, you must first obtain the consent of the dean."

Batman stopped, looked at the guards, and said slowly: "Is the order from the director of Gotham useless?"

Bowles said indifferently: "Actually, the mayor's request is not acceptable."

Batman raised his eyebrows: "Maybe I can talk to the dean about the clown, if he doesn't have an appointment now."

Bowers smiled strangely, but quickly restrained himself, and said, "Of course, you can."

Although the guard's weirdness was short-lived, Batman did not ignore it. His heart sank, and he suddenly felt that things might be worse than he imagined.

On the way to the dean's office, they encountered many people, but unlike his heavy heart, the guards and doctors who passed by looked relaxed and normal.

A young guard ran over with a pile of letters, and almost bumped into Batman because there were too many letters blocking his view.

Batman took a step back and steadied him.

The young man suddenly widened his eyes: "Are you Batman?"

Batman nodded.

The young guard said excitedly: "Why did you come to Arkham? Are you here to deliver criminals again? Hey! Batman, I'm your fan..."

"Burrow." Bowles interrupted him, "I'm going to take Batman to see the dean, are you clearing your inbox again?"

Burrow was diverted from the topic: "Yes, I just took out all the letters, and I will divide them up later and distribute them to everyone."

Bowles glanced at the pile of letters, and said firmly, "Most of them are addressed to clowns, right?"

Burrow sighed: "Yeah, they are all his female fans, well, there are also sporadic male fans. I really don't understand why so many people like clowns?"

Bowers gave that odd smile again: "Trust me, Burrow, it's a little dangerous to understand. Now, go and divide your letters."

The young guard walked away, and Batman suddenly asked, "What about you, have you figured it out?"

"Who knows?" Bowers narrowed his eyes, "But the dean's office is in front, I know that."