[Comprehensive British and American] Backbones League

On Saturday morning, Salas waited downstairs in the dormitory with the newspaper in his arms.

The newspapers were telling the truth about what had happened in Arkham a few days earlier—such as the police preparations to refortify Arkham.

Salas watched it with great interest, and forgot that he was one of the participants.

"What are you looking at, my young master?" Ah Fu personally went to pick him up from school, and he was always the most affectionate towards this child of the Wayne family who had obvious physical defects.

Salas folded the newspaper in his hand, put it away, and said honestly, "I'm reading about Arkham."

Ah Fu laughed, then took the newspaper from Salas and put it away: "Obviously, my young master shouldn't worry about such things."

"I'm not worried." Salas said honestly, he was just watching the fun.

"Gotham is a bit dangerous, young master should pay attention to safety." A Fu continued.

"I see." Salas said obediently, and paused for two seconds, "I thought Dick would come to pick me up."

He looked disappointed. When he was dropped off on Monday, Dick promised him that he would pick him up at the weekend, but he didn't show up.

"Master Grayson has something to do, my little master." Afu opened the car door for him, set up the pedals for his wheelchair to move, and after Salas moved to the seat, he folded the wheelchair and put it in the back of the car.

The young master of the Wayne family is good in everything, but he is disabled.

"I will criticize him for you, young master." After sitting in the driver's seat, Ah Fu added the last sentence, "He will pick you up next time."

"Oh, no need, Ah Fu." Salas showed a considerate smile, "I know that Dick and Bruce have their own affairs, I don't care, and I only asked Dick to come here as a joke with him. "

He looked up, showing a mischievous smile.

Fu also smiled at him.

When the car drove back to Wayne Mansion, Bruce was still sleeping, Dick and Tim were talking in the living room, and his twin brother didn't know where to go.

"Saras, you're back." When Dick and Tim saw Salas' car parked at the door, they stopped talking, went to the car, and called Salas' name.

Salas pretended to be angry and said, "You didn't come to pick me up."

Dick scratched his head, with an annoyed look on his face: "Sorry, Salas, I have something to do this morning."

"It's okay, I forgive you," Salas said, winking at Dick.

Dick laughed, then opened the car door, stretched out his hand and hugged Salas out of the car, and on the other side Tim took the wheelchair from A Fu skillfully, put it on the ground.

Dick put the man in the wheelchair, and Salas refused his help after that, talking to Dick while rowing the wheelchair.

This wheelchair has been used for a while, and it is not very convenient to use, but he likes this kind of old-fashioned wheelchair. In his words, even the movement of his hands can give him a sense of satisfaction that he is moving.

So he has used this kind of wheelchair since he was very young.

"Bruce's still sleeping," Dick said as he walked, and just as Bruce was coming down the stairs, he added immediately, "But he's up now."

When Bruce saw Salas, he was still angry at getting up, but the expression on his face softened almost immediately.

"How's school life?" Bruce asks a rare thought about his children.

"It's not bad. The roommates in the same dormitory are nice, and the classmates in the class are also very kind to me." Salas knew that he wanted to hear, and immediately began to talk non-stop.

They were talking, and A Fu put the breakfast on the table one by one, calling them over.

"Where's Damian? What about the others?" Bruce asked.

"He went to bat... He went to study with a personal trainer." Dick replied, he forgot that Salas was here, and almost blurted out a bat cave.

Salas heard him change his words halfway, but he didn't pay attention to what he was going to say. He knew very well that because of his legs, Bruce would not let him worry about many things.

They didn't continue to worry about Damian's whereabouts. When they arrived at the dinner table, they all stopped talking.

The etiquette required by Mr. Butler, after all, Mr. Butler is next to him now.

As a result, they had just moved the fork when they heard the sound of a car outside the garden.

Salas' eyes lit up: "The things I bought online have arrived."

Everyone else is at a loss. There has never been... online shopping in Wayne Mansion. Bruce can buy his store directly if he wants anything.

In fact, this was also the first time for Salas. He rowed his wheelchair to the door with joy on his face, waiting for Ah Fu to bring the things to him.

"What is it?" Bruce asked.

"Manufactured." Salas replied casually, paying attention to the door.

What the hell?

"Looks like a toy." Tim said hesitantly.

"That's not a toy, it's a figure." Salas emphasized that Ah Fu had already returned with something at this time.

Like all fathers, Bruce couldn't tell the difference between a toy and a figurine, the only thing he knew was that his son liked it.

"You don't understand, Old Antique." Dick ran over to help Salas open the door while complaining about Bruce with a sandwich in his mouth. "This is the hobby of young people nowadays. You have long been abandoned by the times."

It's really "common" for the Wayne family to have a child with normal young people's hobbies.

Dick helped Salas carry the huge box. When Salas put the box on the table and began to unpack it, he couldn't help muttering: "What did you buy? A beautiful girl? Tell my brother what you like, Next time, brother will give you—poof—"

He watched in shock as Salas pulled a Batman out of the box.

"Look, Batman." Salas said to Dick excitedly.

Dick had a weird expression: "You—like Batman?"

Salas nodded.

Dick turned his head and said to Bruce, who seemed calm but was actually peeking, "Bruce, your son likes Batman."

Bruce looked very calm: "Why do you like that bat monster?"

When he said this, all the people in the Wayne family who were still at the dining table lowered their heads and stuffed things into their mouths, but their expressions were extremely strange.

"Batman is the guardian of Gotham." Salas said happily, "I know you don't like him, Dad, but I do." He paused and asked cautiously, "I can't buy ?"

"Of course, Master Salas." Ah Fu came over at this time, he took over the work of pushing Salas' wheelchair from Dick, and said while pushing, "I will prepare a whole room for you Install your toys—figures, on this point, Master Bruce has no right to speak, after all, I am the one responsible for cleaning this house."

He pushed Salas to the front of the table again, and then gently pushed the breakfast in front of Salas.

After Salas said thank you to him, he said: "Okay, please dine, by the way, I am not very satisfied with the fact that you abandoned your table manners just for fun, but since you really like it, I For the time being, I will not express any opinions on the matter just now."

After finishing speaking, he calmly picked up the Batman figurine that Salas took apart: "I'll take it and put it up for you now—how about your study? I'll add a cabinet for you."

"Thank you, Fu, it's very kind of you."

So everyone watched as Salas took care of Alfred and put the Batman figurine directly into the Wayne mansion. During this period, Bruce didn't even have a chance to speak.

Dick walked up to Bruce and bumped into the head of the Wayne family with his crutch: "Master Wayne, don't you want to express your opinion?"

"I agree with Alfred," Bruce said, "You need to pay attention to your manners."

"Thank you, Dad." Salas said sincerely.

At this moment, Bruce's cell phone rang suddenly.

After picking it up, he hummed twice and hung up.

"Tony Stark will be back at Wayne Mansion soon, and will bring his little friend with him."