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

There has never been a moment as embarrassing as it is now.

Tom was like a big white goose whose neck was strangled, and he couldn't make any other sounds except for the ridiculous cry of "uh uh".

Bruce put his arms around his chest, leaning against the wall, still looking at him, Tom had no choice but to bite the bullet and repeat dryly: "You listen to me."

Bruce replied calmly, "I'm listening, Fu."

"!" Tom was about to choke, "...I'm not Ah Fu, I'm Tom!"

Bruce said indifferently: "Oh."

Tom: "..."

This day is over.

There was a moment of silence in the bathroom, and no one spoke. After a few minutes, maybe ten minutes, until Tom almost lost the concept of time, he slowly adjusted his emotions, and sat cross-legged on the ground, dejected. Say, "What on earth do you want?"

He doesn't get an immediate response from Bruce, his own voice echoing in the bathroom, but nothing else.

Soon, the footsteps at the door came from far to near, and there was a crackling sound above his head. Then, his eyes suddenly went dark, his head sank, and something furry was thrown on top of his head.

Tom stretched out his right hand in doubt, and gently pulled it from his head, a long white bath towel fell off, and landed between his two long naked legs, blocking a certain part of himself fluttering in the wind.

Bruce said dryly, "Cover it up."

Tom realized his predicament belatedly, because he was not a human being, so he didn't have too much unnecessary shame, and he couldn't help his cheeks flushed and his scalp tingling with embarrassment.

He stood up in a hurry, wrapped the towel around his waist, covered some attractive scenery, and stood in front of Bruce restrainedly, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.

Bruce looked him up and down, frowning slightly: "It's not like Ah Fu now."

Tom said, "It's never been like that."

Bruce said bluntly: "The way you laughed and calculated before is exactly the same as Ah Fu."

Tom was at a loss for words for a while, and simply closed his mouth, ignoring this sentence.

Bruce waited for a while, but saw that the other party was still silent, so he had to emphasize his tone and repeat: "Ah Fu, explain, I'm listening."

Tom looked at the master and sighed.Now that the matter has come to this, what else can he do other than tell the truth honestly?

"As you know." He said self-destructively, "Alfred is me, Tom is me, I just have more identities, but I have always been your housekeeper, and this will not change."

"So." Bruce quickly inferred, "Eight years ago, the person who rescued me from the gangster bar was also you? Is that your third identity?"

Tom suddenly realized, he turned his head to look at his shoulder blades, and finally understood the reason for his exposure: "So it's because of that scar? No wonder, no wonder Master Dick suddenly asked me to help fix the bathtub."

Bruce admitted this: "I found that cross scar on Tom's back, and I asked Dick to help, see if Alfred has the same mark on his body."

Everything makes sense.

At that time, he used too much mana to find the young master, so that after he found the young master, he was extremely weak, his attack power and defense power were reduced to the minimum, and he was almost directly pierced by the iron rod.

Although the wound gradually healed after recuperation, it still left a mark on the shoulder, which has not been completely removed after eight years, and the original shape can even be seen.

Tom said discouragedly: "It's too careless, it's been too long, I forgot I still have that scar on my back."

The two left the bathroom one after the other, sat down on the sofa and had an open and honest conversation.Bruce has a stomach full of doubts and wants to ask, and now is a good time to find out everything.

He guessed, "So what is this yours? Magic, mutant powers, or superpowers?"

"Uh, not really." Ah Fu said evasively, "You can roughly understand that I can generate and control different vests."

Bruce analyzed: "But you can't control two bodies at the same time. When Tom wakes up, there must be something wrong with Ah Fu at the manor."

This can be detected from Dick's exclamation before hanging up the phone.

Ah Fu kneaded his fingers and sighed.

"You're right, you're always so sharp, sir." He still looked like Tom, but began to change back to the butler's tone, "As you speculated, I can switch the body I want to control at any time, but Can't let them act at the same time, which is a bit like putting my soul into various containers, which can be contained, but only one can be used at a time, so the analogy should be easier to understand?"

Bruce thought for a moment, and asked sincerely, "Then your ability...doesn't seem to be useful?"

Ah Fu: "... I saved you eight years ago!"

Bruce said rationally: "It was the butler who saved me. I remember that it was the butler who appeared that night, so this ability just allows you to change a vest and take me to the hospital?"

Ah Fu exhaled heavily, and gave another example: "In Memphis City, I have been protecting you with a vest."

Bruce said not quite understanding: "Isn't 'Tom' being too exposed, which led to more dangers? And if I remember correctly, the person who may act as the protector and thug has always been 'Jerry'?"

A Fu said with difficulty: "At least in the scarecrow incident before, I used the identity of Alpha to contact Murdoch's lawyer, and got a lot of information and materials in advance."

Bruce was taken aback: "Alpha?"

Ah Fu: "..." Damn!

Bruce frowned and looked at the young version of Ah Fu. Many things that he had inadvertently ignored and couldn't figure out before seemed to be cleared away like clouds and mist, and he suddenly became enlightened.

In the alley, the blind lawyer anxiously explained to him that there was a boy named Alpha who was there once, who saw the whole process of his self-defense and could testify for him.

On Fifth Avenue, in the children's clothing store near Murdoch's apartment, the "inside story" about Wayne's illegitimate child suddenly and inexplicably spread, and his good housekeeper personally admitted it, confirming the authenticity of the news.

Bruce laughed angrily: "What should I call you? The illegitimate son, Mr. Wayne?"

Tom was really choked: "...it's all a misunderstanding, you listen to my explanation!"

Bruce sneered: "Haven't you been explaining?"

Tom shut himself up and said, "I don't think so." He felt that he was digging a hole for himself, and the more he explained, the more he couldn't explain clearly.

Bruce looked at the young Alfred, who seemed to have lost his vitality and collapsed on the sofa, continued to think, and then figured out more things.

No wonder he always felt that the sketch portrait of the illegitimate child in the "Gotham Morning Post" was very familiar. He didn't know the reason at the time, but looking at it now, the portrait was five points similar to the old butler's appearance, and six to seven of Tom's. Very similar, even... Bruce had a flash of inspiration, even more similar to the boy in the old family photo he found when he was a child?

Perhaps Bruce's expression became more and more strange, and Tom gradually had an ominous premonition.

He thought about his words and said carefully: "Are you okay? I didn't mean to hide it from you... Well, I did mean it, but I just don't worry about you being outside alone. You know, you are old There will always be such a blind worry.”

He still wears Tom's shell, but he puts on the old butler's usual demeanor, which is somewhat strange, but Bruce's focus is not on this.

He just stared straight at the past, and sent out a soul torture: "Alfa is your other vest?"

Ah Fu sighed: "Didn't you already guess it?"

Bruce nodded: "When I was a child, I found a family portrait in the old house. Can you explain why your vest Alpha looks so much like another teenager in the family portrait?"

Ah Fu looked at his master in disbelief, wondering what he did wrong, why did he seem to want to drop all his vests in such a short while?

This is too abrupt.

Even though he was thinking this way, under Bruce's serious gaze, he replied "one hundred and fifty": "It's a coincidence."

Relying on his excellent memory, Bruce recalled: "I remember the explanation you gave before, but I feel that he is neither a descendant of a grandfather friend nor a distant relative from somewhere. Is there a possibility that he is you?"

Ah Fu's cold sweat was about to flow down: "We are not the same age."

Bruce snorted: "Do you think age matters after seeing all your vests?"

Alfred was speechless.

Bruce concluded: "Ten-year-old children will never be some kind of housekeeper, Fu, who are you?"

Ah Fu opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Bruce said, "If you think about it, I can find it."

Ah Fu was not too convinced: "It's impossible to find out." As long as he didn't say anything, who would have thought that he was actually a bat or Thomas' elder brother?

Bruce looked at him lightly, with indescribable confidence in his tone: "You can try."

"..." Ah Fu finally resigned to his fate, and said dryly, "My surname is Wayne too."

Bruce blinked quickly a few times.

Ah Fu said: "Your grandparents adopted me. You guessed it right. The boy in the family photo is me."

Ah Fu narrated the past, except that he was a bat, and that he had scared the master when he was young, almost everything was said.

Bruce approved of his explanation: "I see."

Ah Fu twitched a bit: "Actually, according to seniority, you can call me uncle."

Bruce's face was distorted for a moment, and a resistance suddenly rose in his heart, and he couldn't tell the truth: "I don't like changes. The relationship between a housekeeper and a friend is more suitable for us, isn't it?"

Ah Fu breathed a sigh of relief: "Actually, if I change the name, I also feel a little awkward."

Bruce let out a bigger breath of relief, and asked easily: "So now, are we transparent with each other? Fu, you have nothing else to hide from me, right?"

Ah Fu looked away guiltily: "...Yes, Bruce."

Except, we're actually racially different.