[Comprehensive British and American] Venus Goddess

March 3, Gregorian calendar, Bludhaven Police Station.

"Grayson, someone is looking for you!" A colleague's voice mixed with teasing came over, and Dick, who was sitting behind the desk looking at the file, raised his head when he heard this.

"Happy birthday, Officer Grayson! Thank you very much for helping me before. Please accept this gift!" Lightly powdered, deliver a gift that looks carefully wrapped.

Dick calmly accepted the gift from the girl under the watchful eyes of other colleagues, and smiled at her: "Thank you for your gift, although I am working now and don't have time to open your gift, but After that, I will definitely take it apart with anticipation.”

The girl's cheeks flushed because of the smile on his face, and then she left lightly with a dreamy expression on her face.

His colleague looked at the back of the girl going away and shook his head, looked away, glanced at the gift boxes on the side of Dick's desk that could almost be described as a mountain, and sighed long: "This is the first few days of the day." What's up, Grayson?"

Hearing this, Dick glanced at the gift box next to him, and smiled brightly at his colleague: "If I remember correctly, you also have a share of it."

Then he was "besieged" by his colleagues in the police station because of his handsome face and bright smile, which seemed to be shining but somehow made people uncomfortable.

As Dick was about to open the next file, he thought with some regret that poor police officer Brudhaven would probably stay in the police station to work overtime on this special day for him. , the phone in his pocket vibrated.

I took out my phone and took a look. There was a new text message. Alfred was written in the sender column. When I opened the text message, the content of the text message came into view-today there are cookies baked, welcome home to taste, Master Dick .

Looking at the text messages on his mobile phone, Dick smiled unconsciously. His tired brain after a day of work cheered up in an instant. He quickly opened the next file—in any case, he wanted to finish the case at hand as soon as possible. File, after all Alfred's cookie was waiting for him at the manor.

Then, he found out that this file had been processed, and there was a message at the end of the file—it has been processed for you, go back early. (Ps: Remember to delete this sentence, and save some cookies for me.) At the end of the sentence, there is also a very familiar, yellow-rimmed black disc with the outline of a red bird in the middle. sign.

Dick was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously opened all the next few files that needed to be processed within today, and found that all of them had been processed, and each processed file had that very familiar logo at the end.

Dick, who came back to his senses, curled up his mouth and shook his head. While deleting the sentences and signs behind these files, he said softly, "Tim, you have hacked into the police system again."

When Dick stood up from behind his desk, his colleagues who were still working hard heard the sound and looked up at him, and they couldn't help showing a shocked expression when they saw him tidying up the table and looking like he was about to leave work: "Greyson, have you finished processing the files?"

Dick raised an eyebrow at him and made a gesture with his eyes-what do you say.Then he turned around and left with the extremely brisk and nimble steps that everyone in the police station was already very familiar with, which would be displayed from time to time when Officer Grayson was in a good mood.

In the evening, Nightwing in uniform shuttled around Bludhaven. When he found the crime den of a gang he was investigating recently, he saw a messy scene full of signs of fighting and an unconscious man being brutally murdered in a corner. Criminals tied together.

Ye Yi made a perfect mid-air spin for three and a half weeks, and landed firmly on the ground. He checked the unconscious criminals first, and found that they were only roughly knocked out. The adjective rough was used because the back of their necks had It was bruised and purple, and the shape looked like it was hit hard with the butt of a gun.

After confirming that the criminals who will be sent to his colleagues are not "seriously injured", Dick began to inspect the messy scene, and found many bullet holes and... very familiar bows and arrows. Mark of.

Then, he found the criminal evidence of these gang members on the long table that was placed in the center of the den, covered with white wall ash and glass shards, and a note that was nailed to the table by a bow and arrow with a red body. .

He pulled out the bow and arrow, put the bow and arrow in his hand, looked at it, confirmed that it was definitely the bow and arrow of the person he knew, then took the note, and saw a message on the note——Happy Birthday, Wonder Boy, It's time for you to go home.

In the lower right corner of the note, there is a shape that can barely be seen. The artist is really not flattered, but the angry expression is surprisingly vivid red hood, but it is drawn with a big cross, and then there is an obvious style of painting below it. The same red bat-shaped logo, next to the crossed red hood, there is a somewhat crooked red bow and bow and arrow that is very similar to the red hood.

Unconsciously, he reached out and stroked the mark on the lower right corner of the note. Dick couldn't help laughing when he didn't notice it. He turned his head and looked at the red bow and arrow in his hand. When he realized it, he couldn't help but laugh. He stretched out his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, and unsurprisingly, he touched an upward arc.

Dick went back to his apartment and changed into his normal clothes, and took the bus back to Gotham with the ticket he bought a long time ago.

He didn't go to Wayne Manor right away, but went to an inconspicuous apartment building in Gotham's East End, and in an inconspicuous apartment in the apartment building, he took the spicy hot dog he bought and prepared to eat it for dinner Jason literally dragged out of his safe house.

"What are you doing? Isn't the birthday present already given to you?!"

Dick immediately showed a hurt expression to the struggling little wing: "So, you are ruthlessly only planning to give presents, and you don't want to attend my birthday party?"

"The presents have already been sent, what inexplicable party do you want me to attend?!"

Dick grabbed his heart: "So in Little Wing's heart, my birthday party is inexplicable? Obviously I just want to thank you for the gift, but you don't even want to accept my thanks? See Come on, you didn't forgive me at all, you just perfunctory me..."

Jason, who was struggling, heard the second half of his words, and his violent movements stopped suddenly. In a place he didn't see, Dick, who was standing next to him and grabbed him, looked at him secretly. After looking at his expression, he wondered if he had said too much.

Just as Dick slowly relaxed his grip on Little Wing, thinking about whether to apologize, Little Wing turned his head, and he quickly covered his heart, showing a hurt expression.

To his surprise, Jason scratched his hair, his expression looked a little irritable, but his tone could be called gentle: "I didn't lie to you, it wasn't your fault in the first place, I'll just go .”

Dick swallowed the "I'm kidding" slowly, feeling that if he said it, Jason would make him look nice on his birthday.

Sitting on the back of Jason's motorcycle, the two arrived at Wayne Manor.

Dick, who managed to trick him over, didn't give Little Wing a chance to hesitate, and repeated his tricks, grabbing Jason and dragging him into Wayne Manor.

As soon as they entered the hall, Dick and Jason, who was grabbed by him, were sprayed head-on with streamers and sequins.Dick smiled and took off the ribbon on his head, and saw Alfred smiling with a tray in the hall, Bruce standing aside, Tim sitting on the sofa, Barbara and Damian, they all looking at him, and saying to him—

"Happy birthday, Dick."

"Happy birthday, Master Dick."

"Happy birthday, Richard."

This evening, Damian didn't say anything unwelcome to Jason who appeared in Wayne Manor, and Jason didn't say anything unpleasant to Bruce.

Dick is very clear that this is not because their inner thoughts have changed, or maybe one day in the future, but not now. There were moments when they weren't together because of a major crime or crisis, but because they loved him.

After tasting the cakes and cookies carefully prepared by the old butler, and gorging on the moment when the old butler was extra lenient on everyone's dessert intake because of today, Dick and they had to collapse in both satisfaction and discomfort On the sofa.

Uncomfortably touching his stomach, which was almost full of abdominal muscles, Dick decided to open the gift to digest.

Bruce gave him a set of well-known reference books for police officers in the industry. His boss recommended them. The bricks are thick, and the hardcover version is hard-covered even if the boss wants to buy it. It is very good and practical, and can be placed on cloth Dust was gathering in Sergeant Rudhaven's apartment.

Barbara gave him a bottle of perfume that she bought by extracting spices, and told him intimately that although there is only one bottle in the world, considering his dual identity, she deliberately kept the scent of the perfume at 7 Within an hour, he can use it when he goes to work during the day, and when he goes out to patrol at night, the scent has long since disappeared.

When unpacking Damian's gift, he took out a note with a string of numbers from the small gift box. He looked at the string of numbers that he had never seen before, and he didn't know why , subconsciously glanced at Damian, and after seeing a small white bandage stuck to his face, he stood up, took the note and went to the balcony.

He entered the string of numbers into the phone and dialed it.

In a faraway place, a beautiful woman with fiery red hair, honey-colored skin, and strange green eyes received a communication request.

After waiting for a while, the call was connected, but Dick suddenly didn't know what to say.

But there was a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar: "Happy birthday, Robin."

In the lobby, Jason, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the band-aid on Damian's face, and showed a slightly mocking expression: "I didn't expect you to kill me in my safe house to take away Xinghuo's phone number, I thought you were going to prove yourself to be the best Robin again."

Damian rolled his eyes when he heard the words: "No need, I'm already the best Robin."

Tim, who was sitting on the side, took a sip of the black tea in the cup - he asked Alfred to make it. Hearing the childish bickering between the two, he shook his head slightly, and did not reveal that if Jason hadn't released the water, Damian would be very sad. The high probability is the fact that you can't get that phone number.

Dick stayed on the balcony for a long time, and when he came back, he saw the birds falling asleep unknowingly leaning against each other. Damian's head was directly on Jason's lap, and Tim, who didn't drink coffee, His head was on Jason's shoulder, and Jason was falling asleep on the back of the sofa with his head thrown back.

Alfred held the blanket in his hand, saw Dick looking towards him, and handed the blanket to Dick's hand.

Dick held the blanket and looked at the younger brothers who were leaning together, with a gentle expression, and gently covered them with the blanket.

Looking back, his father stood behind him, a very light smile appeared on his face that he hadn't seen the shadow of a smile for a long time.

"Happy birthday, Dick," his father said softly.

Everyone loves Grayson, and he loves those who love him.

The author has something to say: belated birthday congratulations, happy birthday, the best magical boy!

Irresponsible Little Theater:

After waking up.

Damian: (bounces violently) Ahhhhh I fell asleep on Todd's lap? !

Jason: Hey, hey, maybe I hate you for lying on my leg, right? !

Tim: (rubbing his forehead) It seems that the refreshing effect of black tea is not too strong, so it's okay, so that Inanna won't fall asleep.

Dick: (The corners of his mouth twitch) ...Wait, is it my illusion that the brothers and sisters before? !

Alfred: I'm afraid so, Master Dick, and happy birthday.

Bruce: (takes the opportunity to eat more cookies)

Jason: Save some for me, old man!

Barbara: It seems that even the father's kindness and son's filial piety is your illusion.

迪克：……感谢在2020-03-2121:15:04~2020-03-2221:43:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: I'm really too lazy to think of a name;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Go to bed early and dream of 44 bottles of red hoods; today Lingxue Pavilion was shaved off 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!