Dressed as a night owl, I choose to quit [DC]

Of course there are no beds in the Batcave, but they have medical operating tables.

When Ye Yi pushed the weathered metal table to a corner of the room and stopped, Ye Xiao stared at it for two seconds without saying anything, then symbolically folded his arms and leaned against the gap between the bracket and the wall place.

Batman followed him into the Batcave, keeping a close distance, without immediately taking off his uniform - or at least his helmet - as usual.But for Dick, Bruce at work would stick to codenames even on an empty rooftop, and now he's bringing his habit home, as if foreshadowing that things are going from bad to worse.

But what can be done?The night owl is not an ordinary enemy. The opponents from the parallel universe should be responsible for the entire Justice League, but the owl and the bat also belong to Gotham. Bruce can only bring his... blood brothers back to the Batcave.

"I have a brother, too," Barbara had said solemnly before. "Believe me, Dick, sometimes it's not a good thing."

This claim seems to have been borne out by the complicated relationship between the Bat brothers.

But Night Owl is different.

Damian, who has a deep prejudice against his sudden uncle, sleeps upstairs and manages to avoid a war.Jason admitted that Mr. Owl was a difficult character, although he kind of liked the antique silver coin.The opinions of these two people prove that Bruce's judgment on the danger of Night Owl is not wrong. The problem is that this guy's tolerance for personnel related to 'Bruce Wayne' has exceeded the scope of ordinary brotherhood.

Bruce felt it was guilt and escape.

He often deals with both emotions.

Batman didn't change his clothes, and Night Owl leaned against the wall motionless, like a bird standing on a treetop, and the others could only accompany the two of them as a background board for comics.Tim yawned several times secretly, until Alfred came down the stairs and asked, "Master, and everyone, are you going to have dinner before going to bed, or breakfast after waking up?"

Dick was almost on his feet and shouting 'Long live Alfred'.

The two protagonists in the storyboard on this page turned their heads at the same time, and Alfred was immediately bathed in two similar but different gazes.Ye Xiao's boots hit the supporting legs of the operating table, making a muffled sound.Batman looked at him reflexively.

Ye Xiao quickly looked away from the old housekeeper: "You used my blood for a DNA test? What's the result?"

Otherwise unidentified, he would not have been taken to the Batcave at all.Batman's need to conceal his true identity is much higher than his, and Alfred showed up to the "guests" aboveboard, proving that they believed he would not gossip, or be able to ensure that he did not have the opportunity to leak.

"'Thomas Wayne Jr.'" Bruce replied. "He came into this world when Bruce Wayne was four years old."

Night Owl's facial muscles tensed.Dick noticed that he was grinding his teeth involuntarily, an anxious little trait that Bruce had.

"What?" he asked, "I should... oh, that's how it is." Ye Xiao came to his senses, and smiled vaguely, "This is also the other way around."

However, in any case, the reality is a little better than his guess - he thought, what if there is no Thomas Wayne Jr. in this parallel universe?What if it was his arrival that brought disaster to the family?

Now, his existence has been justified... The Wayne couple did have two children, and it wasn't that his time travel had added a stranger to the family of three.But where is this so strong?Although he understands intellectually that the development of the inverted universe cannot refer to the main universe, he still imagines that if the surviving person is Bruce, everything will be better.

"What does this mean?" Bruce suddenly had various thoughts.Ye Xiao didn't refute the name Thomas Jr., but what did he mean by 'reverse'?Which noun in the conversation just now has an antonym?Name, identity... age?Night Owl thinks he should be older than the other 'Bruce'?

Ye Xiao shook his head without answering, and raised his hand to take off his helmet.

The black hair on the back of his head was still clinging to blood, but it seemed that his master had forgotten about it, and he didn't realize that the wound hadn't been bandaged until he touched it with his fingers.

Dull pain is a slow feeling that is easy to ignore after adaptation. The longer you get along with it, the more you will regard it as a part of your body, until one day you will die because of it.

Bruce held his breath, feeling his heart pounding, thinking he'd think of Martha... the car accident that killed Martha's second son, the pain of his mother crying in her hospital bed.

But he didn't really think about anything.He just took off his mask, adjusted his breathing, and looked back as firmly as if he was facing a formidable opponent.

Thomas Wayne Jr.'s pupils change when he meets Bruce's eyes.

After a moment, he looked away unbearably.

It was an easy victory, but Batman wasn't happy about it.

**

I thought there would be cells in the Batcave, or at least it was a safe house away from people and few people knew about it.It turned out that when Batman drove back, the driving route was very familiar. I was 100% sure that if our destination was not Wayne Manor, it was at least within a hundred yards of it.This is somewhat different from the development I envisioned. I hesitated to speak along the way, but in the end I restrained myself from sitting in the co-pilot and did not move.

At this time, I have to reflect on it again. Others have the script in hand, even if they don’t know all the details, at least they know the basic settings, but when it comes to me, there is only a villain’s life in another world from scratch.Because many places are opposite between the two universes, I am like a Chinese reading Japanese and Chinese characters. It seems that I understand but not fully understand. Wrong way of understanding.

Luckily I've also heard of Batman.

Unfortunately Batman equals Bruce Wayne.

I hate to admit that I've ignored this possibility long enough.But when he changed his uniform, even if he turned into a paper man on the spot, or ascended to a four-dimensional creature, I could still recognize him as my brother.I think I should have been a little firmer when I thought the name Bruce Wayne was familiar-people may remember Cthulhu as Crusu or Telunsu, but this also shows some kind of omen.

I should have heard the death knell ringing the year Bruce was born at the age of four, only to recall the reminder given after the tragedy.

Owls are one of the few birds that don't build their own nests.

They'll go find abandoned nests, invade the homes of hostile birds, walk into rival territory...like I did with the Waynes and the Gotham gang.

And Bruce led me into the basement of his castle, which made me feel a little scared.I feel like I'm getting closer to him, but is it right?

On the other hand, I now know that BatCave is a proper term.I also know that he has a butler, Alfred Pennyworth, for granted, and that he has more than one assistant, which is also... uh.

My ideal situation: I'm being taken anywhere by Batman, preferably with some humanitarianism and letting me go to sleep first, and we'll discuss what to do with myself when I wake up.

Actual situation: Bruce took me to his house, Alfred and other young people I hadn't seen looked at me with covert and strange eyes, it took me a while to confirm that they weren't all Batman like Robin The son of...probably not, probably not, unless they have different mothers...forget it.

Is the inverted universe arranged together with the number of family members?

If that's the case, I'm used to being a loner and I just hope that Richard can live a good life.

As far as the current situation is concerned, I'd rather have Batman behind bars than him pointing out to me where the bathroom is in his normal voice and polite, social tone, and saying, "Would you like something to eat, Alfred?" Red's potato pie is the real deal."

……

I said before that I generally don’t need to deliberately hide my identity. Many people know that Night Owl is Thomas Wayne Jr., and I don’t need to pretend to be another social identity when I’m not wearing a mask——I hardly communicate with ordinary people on an equal footing .

Autistic players are like that.

But not Bruce, who is clearly good at it, switching between the two identities with ease.Which traits come out when he feels the need to show himself.He needed to communicate rather than intimidate and threaten, and Bruce Wayne showed up.

But I can't talk to Bruce with Ye Xiao's face, and I don't remember what I was like back then.

I guess I must be on high alert at this point.Because Bruce took one look at me, took two steps back understandingly, and said, "Or tomorrow, uh, this afternoon. Do you want to stay in the Batcave?"

I don't look directly at his face: "Or?"

"Alfred will pack out a guest room."

"I don't feel like I've gained your trust."

"Frankly, I don't think so either. So wherever you choose to sleep, I'd have someone keep an eye on it."

I shrugged: "Then come as convenient as you can."

So after a brief rest, I bid farewell to the operating table.

And get a temporary occupancy in a guest room adjacent to Batman's bedroom.

The Batcave is an unfamiliar environment. It shows the growth process of Batman that I have never seen before. I try to discern the profound meaning behind each object, but just like two branches born from a root system cannot meet, I can't speculate on what I don't understand.

Wayne Manor was different, I knew which direction the stairs should go even with my eyes closed.

I mean, there's definitely no need to reverse this kind of thing!

And so the eerie familiarity returned.I followed Bruce, and when he reached the corner of the corridor, he stopped, and I subconsciously asked, "Upstairs?"

"No." There was an old picture of the Waynes hanging on the wall at the end of the road. I just glanced past it, and Bruce stared at it for a few seconds, then said, "Go get something to eat... In your place, are your parents still alive?"

He is so sharp.

"They're dead." I told the truth, unavoidably a little casually, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He nodded, looking thoughtful.

I didn't expect his reaction, and looked at the group photo carefully again. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but this time I suddenly saw tenderness and love in their eyes that I had never seen before.

Ah... I see, this is the second thing I didn't think about.

The Wayne family is different.

So when it comes to individuals, the Wayne couple, my parents in another world, are of course different.One of the Wayne couples I'm familiar with is a waste of no opinion and the other is a self-righteous sadist. Even so, Bruce is willing to die for them.

Even so, he'd rather die with them than stay with me.

Here, Batman's parents were a pair of honest and kind people, and anyone with a conscience would mourn their departure.

I stared at Martha and Thomas in the photo for a long time, and vaguely saw another figure beside them.

Standing beside me, Batman also raised his head and let out a soft sigh.

……

There was no further conversation until we walked into the kitchen.

**

"I've always loved Alfred's potato pie." Dick, in uniform and gloved, bent over to take out the heated finished product from the oven, "'Potatoes are a must for British dinner'. It's in their constitution."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but straighten his back before waiting for anyone's response: "Gentlemen, are you too tired to speak?"

Night Owl...Thomas Wayne Jr. sat at the long table expressionless, the atmosphere of the US-Soviet Cold War couldn't be better.

Bruce seemed a lot more peaceful, and Dick knew he could be pretty smooth at times, after all the girls didn't just want to flirt with a Gotham playboy just for his money.

A man who only has money but no grace can only be called a rich man.

Dick wrote on the scoreboard in his mind: Batman VS Night Owl, Batman gets one point first.

The sun outside the window had risen very high, but in order to take care of the work and rest of the two nocturnal creatures, the curtains of Wayne Manor were tightly drawn, and the lights were still on inside the house.

He took the baking tray over with brisk steps, took off his gloves and stretched out his hand to Night Owl: "Nice to meet you, I'm Richard Grayson."

Those piercing blue eyes looked up at him, cautiously, with no particular emotion, just appraising: "... hello. Thomas Wayne."

"It seems that we are not meeting for the first time." Dick blinked and smiled at Bruce, "Which universe I am in has a good relationship with Wayne."

Bruce returned the 'do you know what you're talking about' look.

Dick:?

"It's getting late." Batman once again showed a sharp attitude. "Everyone will go to rest in a while. Ye Xiao and I will go upstairs. If there is any problem, we will talk about it in four hours."

As soon as he put down the fork, Ye Xiao stopped almost at the same time.

Dick almost laughed.He suspects that the two have been carefully observing the same table manners for a long time, and have chosen the same appropriate moment to distance themselves from the table.While night owls are dangerous, it's really, really fun.Since he can't predict what's going to happen in the future, and can't count on something pleasant to happen every day, it's all the more important to focus on the present.

"Now," he asked, clearing his throat, "are you going upstairs together?"

"Good night." Bruce replied.

He made his way to the stairs with astonishing momentum.And it's not hard for Dick to find that the more 'Batman' Bruce is, the more natural Night Owl responds to him.

—Humans have always harbored fears of things that are similar but different.

Just as Bruce thinks of his parents when he looks at his brother.

Thomas Jr. would think of another tombstone.

It is not the living that frighten them, but the dead.Furthermore, it is themselves.

**

The stairs were dark, only the muffled sound of footsteps.

Wayne Manor is a century-old house. When walking on the carpeted wooden boards like this, it seems to have passed through the precarious wind and rain of Gotham City, witnessing a history that has passed through twists and turns.

For the residents, the multi-storey building is actually not beneficial except that it makes you extra trouble when you are thirsty in the middle of the night and want to drink water.Whether it's Batman or Night Owl, the idea is similar. The building is empty, and the people who build it and the people who live in it give it meaning.

Bruce is thinking about the connection between the two worlds, those developments that may be diametrically opposed, and Thomas Jr., Dick, Alfred...

Then he heard Night Owl say behind him: "I know Alfred Pennyworth. He's an Englishman, and he's a poor cook." After a pause, he continued, "But I think, Alfred De would agree with Richard."

Bruce was stunned for a moment before he realized that Ye Xiao was referring to the phrase 'the constitution stipulates that potatoes must be served in British dinner'.

He almost raised the corner of his mouth, just because of the cold joke and the familiarity in the joke.

It's a bit like a fellow countryman you met when you were away from home, making a complaint that only people who live in the same area, at the same time, and know the same group of people can understand.

Even if he was still worried about it a second ago.

"You should have said it in front of him."

"Seriously? Alfred is going to shoot me with his cane."

"Is not likely to?"

"So it seems that different Gothams, different Alfreds, use the cane differently."

"To tell you the truth, I rarely see Avon with a cane at all."

Ye Xiao showed a subtle, toothache-like expression, but quickly restrained himself.

"Godblessme." Those were the last words he said before walking into the guest room to say good night.

The author has something to say:

Isn't this barely two chapters? () I can be more diligent when there is a break in the middle, but I think you will look incoherent.

Note 1: Mr. Xiao said that Alfred shot was exaggerated rhetoric.

Note 2: Both of them really feel that they are elder brothers, and the master is physically older and similar in mental age.

Note 3: On the plus side, this chapter is sugar because they do try to accommodate each other.

Note 4: But it is impossible to trust each other quickly, completely impossible.

Note 5: Mr. Xiao still hasn't confirmed the relationship between the little birds and the master, but he thinks he can at least conclude that Ye Yi is not his own (a big sigh of relief)

感谢在2021-07-0203:32:02~2021-07-0602:16:21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 mines: cubic battery? 2 pieces; empty device, Sauron little girl, quilt scroll dragon, Nini and Ertong can have both, Ann Aine, An Qing, my wife and my wife 1;

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