[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

Harry hid in the shadows outside the kitchen door, listening to the half-understandable conversation.

She has been in Gotham for more than a week, and she stayed in the mansion most of the time.Ah Fu once offered to take her out for more shopping, but she declined on the grounds that she needed to review her homework for the third grade.

She admits that "reviewing homework" is just an excuse. During her limited time out, the old city of Gotham has always given her a strange and alienated feeling, which makes her want to hide in the mansion—if this city is A person, it must be a dangerous beauty in the movie, who lures you to voluntarily take the bait, and then threatens your life.

You were willing until the last moment.

Harry felt that he seemed to understand what Uncle Bruce meant by "deep in Gotham".

As for the word "Batman" that she heard during the vague conversation, Harley only saw it on the newspaper that was randomly discarded by others when she accompanied Grandpa Alfred to the Wayne Group headquarters to deliver materials. Pass.

It was a headline, and Harry was walking, only able to see the headline and the photo clearly. On it was a huge bat-shaped lamp, shining on Gotham's usual cloudy sky.

In all her free time, apart from eating and drinking under the gentle orders of Grandpa Afu, Harley suddenly realized that she never had the opportunity to watch TV and newspapers. It seemed that the whole family was intentionally or unintentionally isolating her from current affairs news. , at least locally in Gotham.

She doesn't even have a chance to use a computer - although due to the restrictions of her uncle and aunt, she can hardly use it.

But in such a big home, it was too strange for Harry to be unable to find a computer for the time being.

Last week was indeed spent eating and sleeping, Harley reflected, maybe it was the strangeness of the new life that occupied all her mind, and she gave too little attention to her family.

Harley felt that it was necessary for him to pay attention to the local news, and at least ask Grandpa Afu to use the computer—of course, Harley probably needs him to teach him...

Harry quietly withdrew his head, slowly retreated back to the stairs, and returned to his bedroom lightly, her original plan to drink water was thrown out of the sky by her.

Unbeknownst to Harry, Uncle Bruce in the kitchen shook his head and turned to look at the dark corridor. Even his tired face couldn't hide the bright light in his eyes.

"Is it because of blood loss? Why did I feel someone was outside the kitchen just now?"

Alfred was holding hot tea, and his eyes stayed on the door frame that Harry had been holding tightly, where he had seen a strand of black hair passing by just now.

"It's just an auditory hallucination, Master Bruce, you need to rest early."

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The next day, the drowsy Harley got up on schedule. She yawned big, stretched, and rubbed her eyes while looking at the blue sky beyond the gap in the curtains.

Today is her first day out of class, and she doesn't know what to do, maybe go to the kitchen to help Grandpa Fu, sweep the dust off the vases and portraits in the mansion, or go to the study to read?

She put on her glasses and stared blankly for a while, feeling that she seemed to have forgotten something important—it seemed to be related to some news.

Uncle Bruce must not have woken up yet - Harry's eyes widened suddenly - by the way, Uncle Bruce!

Under the kitchen lamp last night, the hideous bandage... the words "Batman" and "Robin", she even heard the name of Damian's brother.

Harley got up from the bed, today will be the day of "Mansion Adventure", the mission goal is to find Gotham news, or, can you ask Grandpa Fu to take you out, so that you can collect more stories?

Harley was thinking in her heart, knowing that Grandpa Alfred and Uncle Bruce had arranged a "colorful" day for her, or more precisely, it was the beginning of a "colorful" future.

When Harry was still pacing and thinking in the room, Ah Fu's soft call came from outside the door.

"Harry, I know you're awake. After washing up, come to the kitchen to find me. Uncle Bruce and I have arranged an event for you today. You need to wear clothes that are easy to move around. I put a set of sportswear and clothes that are the right size yesterday. The shoes are in your closet."

Harry almost jumped high, Grandpa Fu is always so amazing!He can know immediately when everyone in the mansion wakes up and when they will be hungry.

In a conspicuous place in the closet, Harley found the sportswear Grandfather Alfred mentioned—black short sleeves and pants, without any patterns, but the fabric felt quite elastic.

When Harry put it on, he felt that the range of raising his arms and stretching his legs had really expanded a lot.Facing the full-length mirror, she tied her hair into a ponytail, and looked at those lovely skirts reluctantly—she was considering whether to ask Grandpa Afu to buy more sets of similar sportswear for herself in the future. It is convenient to fight and study!

Putting on the same black shoes, Harley skipped down the stairs after a simple wash.

Harley, who walked to the kitchen door, hesitated for a moment. Looking at the clean and tidy kitchen, Harry suspected for a moment that the blood stains last night were just a scene from her dream.

Grandpa Afu had already made Harry's favorite waffle, and was pouring the evil milk for her. Hearing the movement at the door, he raised his head and smiled at Harry.

"What are you doing in a daze? This glass of milk must be finished, there is no room for negotiation."

Harry nodded mechanically, trying to put on a calm expression, not knowing that his strange "calmness" completely confirmed Alfred's guess that Harry had eavesdropped on last night's conversation.

The old butler looked at the girl who was gnawing waffles with her head down, and waited for a few minutes in the silent kitchen. Seeing that she didn't look like she was going to ask a question, he sighed inwardly.

Harley is also a bright and sensitive child who can detect secrets and knows what to ask and what not to ask.

At this time, Damian shuffled and walked into the kitchen unsteadily. He was not wearing a nightgown, but a simple short-sleeved white T and gray pajama pants. A pinch of dull hair.

Harry felt that Brother Damian and Uncle Bruce looked exactly the same just after waking up, so he burst out laughing, and was glared at by Grandpa Alfred's stern gaze, and immediately resumed the eating posture that a lady should have.

The sleepy-eyed boy seemed to realize that he and the old housekeeper were not the only ones in the room because of Harry's laughter. He was so excited that he almost took an offensive posture.

He took a closer look and found only Harley, pouted, switched to a walking posture that he thought was mature and cool, and at the same time quietly tugged at the hem of his jacket.

The tuft of hair on his head still pays homage to Harry.

"...milk?" Damian sat at the dining table, staring at the white liquid in his cup in front of him, his eyes seemed to be looking at some villain's evidence, "where's the coffee?"

"Eleven-year-olds can't drink coffee, Master Damian." Alfred replied calmly, serving Damian with waffles.

"I'm not a child!" The current teenage titan frowned, "I'm in Thailand...so and so tower drinks coffee every day!"

Alfred raised his eyebrows slightly, "Thank you, Master Damian, for the information. It seems that I need to talk to Master Xinghuo and Master Dick about the food and drinks in your 'So-and-so Tower'."

"..." Damian suddenly realized that he might have sold out all the members of Titan.

He was seriously thinking about the odds of being chased by the Titans who were short of coffee...

The deflated Damian could only drink the milk obediently, and calculated various plans to hide the Titan Tower coffee machine in his heart.

Harry had finished eating the waffles at this time, holding the milk cup to watch the confrontation between the two about coffee.

Damian angrily vented at his breakfast, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the little witch who was dressed in black uncharacteristically today.As soon as he entered the kitchen door, he felt that something was wrong.Based on his observations over the past week, Harley has always liked to dress in pink and pink, which doesn't match the temperament of the whole family, or even the whole of Gotham.

It's not that he dislikes Harley's pastel colors... At first he was a little unaccustomed to it, but after a few times, he felt that in the dark environment of Gotham, some bright colors in his field of vision could brighten his mood accordingly Some.

But now, seeing the little girl wearing the same style of sportswear for men and women, her whole body is pitch-black. Is this the assimilation of Gotham and bats in just a few days?

Damian felt the delicious waffle dry up in his mouth.

"You... have no clothes to wear?" Damian felt that the question was inexplicable after he said it uncontrollably.

Alfred answered for Harry, "After discussing with Master Bruce, I decided to start Harley's training from today."

Damian narrowed his eyes with a serious expression, "Is it the kind of 'training' I thought?"

Alfred nodded.

"...This is so rare, I thought you would never think about this question," Damian sighed, "Father also agrees?"

"Not at first, but with Harley, I have the final say."

"Who is the coach?" Damian asked. Although his father had taught Robin three times, Harley is currently just a helpless girl, which seriously does not match his teaching experience.

"Me and Zatanna." Alfred replied lightly.

Well, he almost forgot that Harry could do magic.And Ah Fu is also an agent-level skill.

"You... are you talking about me?" Harry, who was quietly listening to the conversation the whole time, asked crisply at this moment, "Training? What training?"

Harley was kind of unhappy, and the two of them talked as if she wasn't here, or rather, couldn't make up her own mind.

Alfred reached out and touched Harry's head. They were indeed too involved just now and ignored Harry's feelings.

"Your Uncle Bruce and I think that we should teach you some... physical fitness and magic from now on." Seeing the girl's clear green eyes and the little hand holding the cup, the old housekeeper paused, "Of course, whether to learn or not." It's all up to you, do you want to learn, Harley?"

"Is this so that I can defeat that bad wizard?"

"No," Alfred shook his head, "It's for your survival."

Harry lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head and drank the milk in the glass in one gulp.

"I want to learn." The girl nodded, her words were firm, her ponytail flicked behind her head.