Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

Two gems, one red and one orange, were tossed up and down with slender and well-articulated fingers.

Flames crackled and burned in the fireplace, revealing a warm glow.

David straightened his collar, making sure the scar on his neck wasn't showing at any angle.

He stuffed the two gems back into his pocket, then raised his head.

Alfred Pennyworth just pushed open the door at this moment: "Master Lane."

He still followed Pennyworth back to Wayne House, and he had to explain many things.

Even if Alfred deliberately ignored the fact that he was able to stand up from the wheelchair suddenly, he still had to explain why he was there.

Could it be that he had anything to do with this disaster?

"I thought you were on the plane to New York by now, Master Lane. Where's your butler?"

Alfred sat down on the sofa opposite him.

"he..."

David was a little annoyed, he had already forgotten the name of the butler.Now we can only use "he" to replace the name of the housekeeper: "He is the one who hired the murderer."

Minions of the Court of Owls.

"You mean? Well, young master, you do know something, right?"

"I don't know." David shook his head: "He wanted to kill me. I heard some phone calls from him before I knew about these things."

Of course that wasn't the case, the fact was that he knew everything.

But obviously Bruce and his butler should not be involved in disputes with the Court of Owls now.

Davyd needs Bruce to grow up to be a normal person, not to fly freely in the dark sky of Gotham every day in a costume with a claw hook.

This is Gotham, not the music world.

"God bless."

Alfred's face was probably a little rejoicing that he was still alive. He gave David a hug to comfort him for the time being, and then asked, "Good boy, how did you escape?"

"You may not believe it...but I did meet a magician. He seemed to be aiming at my butler, healed my leg and teleported to Park Street." David tensed Zhang Xiaolian spoke nonsense seriously.

Alfred knew it was hard to believe, but he did feel as though there was no way other than magic to explain how David's leg had healed overnight.

"What about Curtis? Why did he hire murderers?"

It turned out to be Curtis.

David put on a look of reluctance to mention it: "He's dead. But I don't know why, he didn't mention it."

"Okay." Alfred sighed helplessly: "I know you are very sad, child. Rest first, and I will find time to take you to your parents later."

David shook his head: "They are already dead. Curtis also hired murderers to kill them."

This wasn't Curtis' fault, but the court directly sent minions.

But the rounding is about the same, he is not lying.

There was no surprise on Alfred's face. He had already guessed the result of the loss of contact between the two living people: "Then stay, Master Ryan."

Davide nodded slowly and heavily, and then he blinked: "Actually, Alfred, the magician said that it would be better for me to change my name to Davide Dumacher."

[So who is the prototype of this legendary magician?Why care about an irrelevant child's name? ]

Ye Yi's voice was a little confused, as if he really didn't understand David's brain circuit.

[Maybe the type of magician who casts spells by name? ]

Starfire's voice sounded hesitantly.

David ignored it, and only pretended to be innocent with a frantic face.

So he stayed in the Wayne house, and every day when he opened the bedroom door, he could see the real Master Wayne in blue-striped pajamas, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

Here we have to analyze it:

The real young master: a head of jet-black and beautiful black hair like Snow White, blue eyes like the sea, wheat-colored complexion is very healthy, even if sleepy eyes are still full of vigor and vitality.It's pleasing to watch.And he is actually sitting on the multi-billion-dollar Wayne Enterprises, and has a caring butler who bakes extremely delicious biscuits.

False young master David: with white hair that looks like malnutrition, red eyes that don't even look like albinism, sickly pale skin, and looks lazy and unmotivated.The family business has been hollowed out by the court, and the steward is the minion of the court.

Although Alfred calls him Master David every day, such a comparison is still different.David shrugged lazily, deciding not to care about the facts.

Anyway, he is the one who eats and drinks happily every day.

If he was Bruce Wayne, he wouldn't be stupid enough to be Batman.He would rather be Gotham's first-level protected waste, eating and drinking and waiting to die.

In the game world, the joy is boundless.

But he was in trouble for two months, and Bruce was also sad for two months.It's time to go back to school.

In the past two months, he has unilaterally distanced himself from Bruce. No matter what Bruce does, he pretends not to hear or see, and pretends to be blind and deaf.

Commonly known as the Cold War, unilaterally broke off diplomatic relations.

It's a little awkward to ride to school with Bruce in the car, after all, the two of them are sitting face to face...

David fumbled for the wide-brimmed black leather necklace he had worn the day after the incident to hide the scars on his neck.

Those injuries look scary. It's not good to scare cats, dogs or children.

There is a groove in the middle of the necklace, which just fits the soul gem into it.I have to ask why he could take out such a custom-made necklace that fit so well the next day?

That's because this necklace is a reality gem.

It's just that the black leather necklace looks a bit too gothic, making him look more like a delinquent boy.It is in stark contrast to the good-looking baby Bruce Wayne on the opposite side.

David is a grade higher than Bruce, not to mention that he has unilaterally broken up with Bruce.Of course they didn't walk together, David quickly found the classroom and sat down with his bag.

He raised his hand to cover his lips, blocking the pleasant curve of his own lips: "Gayako or Sadako? A pen fairy is also fine."

[?what are you saying]

"Don't let Bruce get the green light ring? Then it's over to scare him. It just so happens that the environment of the school is very suitable for acting in ghost movies." David continued by leaning against the wall and looking at the bustling crowd in the school outside the window.

He liked his project very much, and felt inflated that he must succeed.

[Is your plan to scare people? ]

Barbara's voice was rare and somewhat indescribable.

"Otherwise? I can't beat the Daybreak Lantern." David shrugged, still not feeling that he had done anything wrong.

[You have been sent back to this timeline, wouldn't you try to influence him with love? ! ]

An obviously immature Duode sounded with a strong condemnation.

David raised his eyebrows. This voice is definitely the Batman's most hated brat, Damian.

"Do you think I look like a magical girl or like Jesus Jehovah? Do you really think that friendship is magic? Have you watched too much My Little Pony? Didn't your mother teach you that love is just a hormone effect?"

[cough, david...]

Raven coughed lightly.

"Sorry, Raven, I didn't mention you. You can watch My Little Pony, it is indeed a very cute cartoon."

This differential treatment caused a bit of confusion to appear on the faces of the Titans, and Raven covered his lips and coughed lightly again: [No, I just want to say, just don’t go too far. ]

"Of course not." David smiled, raised his eyes to look at a few students walking towards him: "What's the matter?"

"What are you talking to yourself about?"

David had no impression of the boy who was lower than him in front of him. He raised his eyebrows, sat in his seat and raised his head in doubt: "What does it matter to you if I talk to myself?"

"Be careful what you say." The boy raised his arm and pushed David's shoulder: "Now that the Wayne couple are dead, how dare you be so arrogant? I heard that your company is called Black Dog, right? Why don't you hurry back to New York now? It really is a dog raised by Wayne."

David laughed: "This is the first time I've heard of such a thing." It sounds quite interesting.

[He appears to be Roman Sionis. ]

Tim's voice rose.

black mask.

The Sionis family is the noble family in Gotham City second only to the Wayne family, and Roman often thinks that he should be Bruce Wayne's friend.

David shrugged, thinking that it was a bit interesting for him to encounter this kind of "jealous" behavior.

He raised his leg and kicked the future black mask to the ground without lightness or heavyness: "Stay away from me."

He doesn't want to be Bruce's friend, whether it's Tommy or Black Mask or the Joker, whoever he loves, it won't be him anyway.

He ignored the groan on the ground.With the black mask of groaning, David sat upright, as if planning to listen to the class seriously.

Bruce on the other side panicked.

He saw a blood-red palm print on the glass window, followed by dense red palm prints covering all the windows of the classroom.

He stood up immediately in fright, but the teacher looked at him suspiciously: "Wayne, what's wrong?"

The red palm print disappeared from the glass window as if it never existed at all.

Bruce rubbed his eyes, his voice a little dry: "No, it's nothing."

The teacher waved him to sit down again and continue the lecture.

There were giggles from the back row.

But things didn't end like this. He even saw a little girl squatting and crawling on the ground in the corridor.

The little girl raised her head and grinned under his gaze, her huge mouth splitting her head in half.

She still had shark teeth and a red tongue, and the moment she met Bruce's eyes, she jumped up and lunged at him.

Then it disappeared completely in the air.

By the time he got home and went to bed, those horrible hallucinations didn't go away.

He could always hear laughter from the corner of the room.

But he knew that ghosts did not exist in this world, and these things made him hesitate and wonder how to speak to Alfred.

But he was so scared, Bruce picked up the pillows from the bed and carefully opened the door.

Though Ryan... no, his name is David now.Although David has been treating him like air recently, but in the past, they were such good friends.

...

David was lying on the bed playing bouncy ball boredly. He threw the bouncy ball to the ceiling and bounced back to be caught firmly by him.Then throw it out and bounce it back.

The downside of the Reality Stone is that it creates hallucinations but doesn't broadcast live to David, so David and the Bat-Family members on the other end of the communicator can't see what's going on.

But it didn't take long for David to stop his mechanical movements.

He got up from the bed and threw the bouncy ball in his hand to the ground.He sighed helplessly, and the bouncy ball rolled twice on the plush carpet.

[what's wrong? ]

Nightwing asked.

"He's been standing at the door for 10 minutes."

David was a little helpless, he was a little too familiar with Bruce's heart rate. He had heard the door opening on the opposite side 10 minutes ago, but there was no knock on the door or the sound of leaving footsteps. Only the sound of Bruce's heartbeat and breathing kept ringing in front of the door.

David opened the door helplessly, and looked at Bruce standing in front of the door with his pillow in his arms.

He seems to have gone a little too far...

Bruce raised his head, with a timid look on his face: "I'm not... sorry. I'll go back now..."

"go in."

Davide interrupted him, letting go of the body blocking the door.He watched as Bruce crawled into his bed bundled up, carefully placed the pillow next to his, and settled down under the covers.

A trace of complexity flashed in David's eyes.Reluctantly, he found the gray ghost doll from Bruce's room, and then handed the gray ghost to Bruce who shrank himself under the quilt with only his eyes exposed.

He turned off the bedroom light casually, leaving only a small night light in front of the window: "Go to sleep."

After a long period of silence in the dimly lit room, Bruce's faint voice finally sounded: "I saw a ghost."

"Hmm." David lay on the bed with his back to him. He didn't need sleep at all, but he still closed his eyes.

"Do you believe me?" Bruce was a little surprised. Neither he nor David believed in such things, but he did see it with his own eyes now.

"Ah."

David hummed again.

The room returned to silence again.

After an unknown amount of time, Bruce asked in a low voice that only he could hear: "Are you asleep?"

David said nothing.

Feeling a little lost, Bruce clutched Gray Ghost's doll.He added, "I'm so scared."

Every day for the past two months, he hoped that what happened that day was just a nightmare for him, and when he woke up, everything would be back to normal.

Mom and Dad give him a good morning kiss every morning, and David and him are still best friends.

But it's the truth, the brutal truth.

Tears flowed silently down his cheeks onto the pillow, and he bit the quilt tightly not to make a sound.

David sighed in his heart again, turned around and held his hand helplessly: "Don't be afraid."

"Isn't it nice that ghosts and ghosts exist? That way your parents can protect you in the dark."

He held Bruce's hand and put it on the gray ghost doll: "Besides, you still have gray ghost, don't you?"

"'When crime haunts the night, the silent crusader will carry the torch of justice.' He will protect you."

Bruce raised his hand and wiped his eyes vigorously: "This is his line. How do you know this sentence? Haven't you always been uninterested in gray ghosts?"

David didn't answer him: "What's more, you still have Alfred, Alfred will always be with you. There is nothing to be afraid of."

The scarlet eyes seemed to be covered by darkness, concealing all the disgust and fear that those inhuman eyes could bring to people.

David raised his hand and gently wiped Bruce's tears: "Go to sleep, good night."

"Will you stay with me too?"

Bruce asked.

will not.

David wanted to answer like this, but looking into those eyes, he suddenly fell silent.

"Okay." Bruce smiled reluctantly: "But I will be with you."

you have not.

David didn't speak, he just looked at Bruce quietly.

He was one person from beginning to end.

"The gray ghost will protect me, so I can protect you."

Bruce was very serious, and those beautiful blue eyes that seemed to have been kissed by God were twinkling with stars.

"Promises are not something you make casually." David was taken aback and replied.

"I'm serious, I will protect you." Bruce shook his head, somewhat dissatisfied with his attitude.

David smiled, closed his eyes, and whispered "Good night."

When he was still this old, he also believed this sentence.

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Gray Wraith was the fictional superhero that Master admired most when he was a child (and probably when he grew up).

Then, Da Ge's plan to scare people easily went bankrupt.

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