[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

"Culinary knockout competition?"

Bruce Wayne repeated the phrase in disbelief.Frankly speaking, he felt a certain kind of targeting from these few words.

"Yes. This is the most efficient and peaceful way to solve the problem, don't you think so, Mr. Wayne?"

Sister Kotomine smiled at him, and judging from her crooked eyes, she probably thought it was a really good idea from the bottom of her heart.

"..."

No, it doesn't feel that way in your proposal at all.

Most importantly, why are you laughing?

Bruce thought blankly.

"We can use other methods." He tried to regain the initiative, "For example, skiing competitions or swimming competitions. If you are really worried, I think we can adopt the method of holding your breath in the water. At least we all on the same level."

Which member of the Bat family has never experienced being trapped in deep water and unable to swim up, there is a villain on the shore waiting for him to shoot his head with a gun, and there are at least one man-eating shark in the water watching - and That's why each of them must have a shark repellant in their utility belt.

"I'm really surprised." Sister Yanfeng's tone sounded really surprised, "What gave you the confidence that you won't kill each other when a group of you are locked up for competition?"

That was a really sarcastic yet sincere-sounding remark.

Bruce found himself unable to refute this.

Yeah, he was able to tell that neither of them intended to kill each other (really?), but couldn't tell anyway that if they didn't kill each other (on purpose or by mistake) when they were brought together die.

Among other things, just putting Damian or Jason and Tim together, he seemed to have a picture of a murder in front of his eyes.

Whether intentionally or not, if he really locked his sons in a room on the premise that "only one can win", the end result is likely to be that only one can survive.

It's not that Bruce doesn't have confidence in his sons or in himself, it's because he's just so confident that he's having such a headache.

... In a sense, Batman would rather face an alien attack now.

"In all considerations, the culinary knockout competition is the most suitable method for you."

Sister Yanfeng raised her coffee cup to cover the slightly curved lips.

"It's not too violent for you to actually kill each other, it's not too boring for you to want to 'have fun', it's a family-friendly group activity and it doesn't leave you with any leftovers after the game Resentment towards each other. Or do you have a better idea, Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce was tempted to say he had better ideas.

But he really couldn't think of a better way.

As an old father who didn't want his sons to kill each other, he could only wipe his face and let out a tired sigh.

"Okay." He asked without any hope, "How to determine the specific rules?"

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"I declare in advance that I will not participate."

After hearing the decision of the "Wayne Cooking Competition", Tim simply raised his hand and declared his abstention.

"Come on, Red, are you serious?" Jason said "You're fucking kidding me" all over Jason's face, "I thought you'd at least give it a try."

"No, I don't want to waste time on unnecessary struggles." Red Robin flatly refused.

Jason raised his eyebrows high: "I thought you were at least willing to be a vigilante."

"Of course I am willing to be a vigilante." Red Robin said blankly, "Whether it's Robin's training or learning martial arts from Mrs. Shiwa, at least it's something that you can see the results, and hard work will pay off. But cooking is another matter. Big red. Not all hard work will be meaningful, and for me, cooking is one thing that no matter how hard you work, it doesn’t make sense.”

"I'm starting to sympathize with you, Xiaohong." Jason reached out and patted his titular brother on the shoulder, then turned his gaze to Tim's Servant (Servant), "And you, your opinion agrees with him too. ?"

"I'm glad you finally know that human beings still need to rest before continuing to work, Master."

Caster (magician) Andersen doesn't seem to have any opinion on this result.The heroic spirit with the appearance of a child speaks with a low and hoarse voice of a middle-aged man, but unexpectedly there is no sense of disobedience. He always has a mature expression on his face, looking at the tablet in his hand through black-rimmed glasses.

"As for me? Are you kidding me? I'm a writer. Have you ever seen any writer who would take the initiative to take extra work for himself! Don't you think you don't have enough DEADLINE on hand-I want to play games, the Holy Grail or something. Just grab it."

"Okay, then Tibao is out."

Jason nodded, excluding the Red Robin master and slave.

Sister Yanfeng glanced at them sideways, took out a notebook from somewhere, and took out a pen to write down something on it.

The people present silently recorded her action.Jason can assure you that Batman has already figured out how to get the little book from her, and probably has backup plans D to Z.

"Then I too..."

Dick best at getting carried away by the atmosphere Grayson tried to put up his hand for abstention before his hand was slapped down hard by Damian.

"Shut up Grayson! I won't allow you to abstain in this kind of place!" Damian glared at him fiercely, "Are you as incompetent as Drake?!"

Tim was already lying on the sofa, and even closed his eyes peacefully with his hands folded on his chest—obviously intending to catch up on a good sleep while they were strangling to death—and even heard that he didn't even open his eyes He opened his mouth, moved his lips a little, and spit out a fatal blow like a sharp knife.

"Dick's cooking is limited to making cereal." He said it so serenely and so sweetly that it hardly seemed like he was trying to tear Dick down. "He might cook food, but whether it tastes good is another matter." .”

"Uh...that's true." As the eldest brother of the family, Dick spread his hands helplessly, admitting this frankly, "Many people have said that I don't cook well."

Damian narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Then make it delicious."

Dick tried to struggle: "But, little D..."

He wanted to say that some things really depend on talent, and there is no way without talent.But Damian choked him back with one word.

"I'll let you win." Damian said firmly.

"Uh...but..."

"No buts."

Damian's tone seemed as if what he said was axiomatic. Even if he said the earth is flat now, the earth would have to dismantle itself and flatten it immediately to meet the expectations of Uncle Damian.

"..."

Whatever Dick could say, Dick could only silently obey.

Forget it, just treat it as coaxing little D to be happy.

He could only comfort himself in this way.

And Jason...Jason was of course very positive.

In fact, he may be the only man in the family who can still be called a cook—not counting Alfred—the definition of so-called cooking is cooking in a broad sense, that is, the things he makes Can eat, delicious.

Of course, he would not have any objection to this elimination method, because under normal circumstances, he should be the one with the greatest chance of winning among them.

Of course, that is according to normal circumstances.

Will the Bat House be normal?

of course not.

And, although Nightwing and the others didn't know it, the Holy Grail War had never been normal.Every Holy Grail War will eventually become a battle for hanging ratios.Especially in the Fifth Holy Grail War, every rule finally corresponds to a person who breaks the rule.As if the rules were set out to be broken.

Jason does look like he has a good chance of winning.

But Director Ken and Illya seemed to have a great chance of winning back then, and everyone knows how it turned out.

And those most disadvantaged...

Bruce never smoked or drank, but he really wanted to have a sip now.

"...how is your cooking?" he asked Holmes hopelessly.

And his Servant (Servant) replied him with a few words succinctly.

"I am English."

...well, he already knew the answer.

Bruce swallowed a sigh that had risen in his throat.

Although the British also have good cooks, such as Alfred, the venerable old British housekeeper used his good cooking skills to support the entire Wayne family; gourmet food.

This is indeed a stereotype of regional discrimination, but it is always correct to apply it to Sherlock Holmes.

Although in the novel "The Signature of Four", there was a setting that Sherlock Holmes was pretty good at cooking...but Bruce deeply doubted the authenticity of this setting.

After all, no one has really tasted Holmes's cooking, has they?

Life is so difficult.

But Bruce still has to pin his hopes on Holmes.

"I think, the rest of the matter may still be left to you." He had to admit the fact, "If I cook, I may blow up the kitchen."

His Servant (Servant) raised one eyebrow high, and there was not much expression on that face, but it seemed to contain a thousand words.

In front of the world's number one consulting detective, Bruce had to admit more facts.

"...Yes, I did."

Bruce let out a long sigh.

"...I see, Master."

Sherlock Holmes nodded slowly.

"I'll do my best."

——Regardless of whether Sherlock Holmes, an Englishman, is a good cook or not, it is better to be able to cook than a kitchen killer.

At least better than Bruce Wayne who has scrapped (more than) one kitchen.

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The first thing Alfred did after he heard about the decision of the "King of the Kitchen" was to call Barbara Gordon.

"Hi, Miss Gordon, I'm sorry to bother you, but you are my emergency contact... yes, it's time for you to appear in that capacity."

His tone was calm and hopeless.

"I think the estate is going to burn down very soon. I need your help, Miss Gordon, please have a fire engine nearby, will you?"

The author has something to say:

Some of the lines and settings in this chapter come from the 12th volume of the comic "Batman: Little Gotham".

Alas, Director Ken and Illya, when they first appeared on the stage, they both felt like "this guy will win" character design, but in the end... (sigh)

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