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

You can tell me how well I can sleep at Wayne's - that's impossible.

I am more familiar with the master bedroom than the guest room. I guess no member of the Wayne family will experience the feeling of living in their own guest room. I saw that the bed and quilt were fresh before I went to bed, and I guess they looked the same to me.

And then I lie in bed and close my eyes: Bruce Wayne.

Open your eyes: the ceiling.

Close your eyes: a blackboard shelf filled with formulas in the Batcave.

Open your eyes: while looking at the ceiling, you wonder why he doesn't use a computer to write chemical equation ratios.

Close your eyes: damp underground caves, the sound of waterfalls, training racks, Batman, his assistants.

Open your eyes: Of course Richard Grayson can't be Batman's own, but who is that young man in the red caped uniform who never took off his mask?And what about Robin?where is his motherWhy haven't I met the mistress of the estate yet?

10 minutes later I was staring at the ceiling and counting sheep.

Lest there be a permutation of Bruce's and Robin's and any of his assistant's facial features floating on it.

After 10 minutes I tried to think back to the stories I had heard about Batman in my previous life and imagine how he went from the kid I knew to a hero.

Three 10 minutes later, shit.

I rolled over, feeling like I couldn't sleep at all.

My quilt was twisted into an indescribable mass by me in the dark.

I looked at it, drowsy, excited and tired, my heart was beating faster than usual, so that I could hear the pulse vibrating in the eardrum, and my head continued to feel continuous bursts of pain.I just stood there in the dark, turning myself into an object that didn't matter whether I was alive or dead. When Alfred knocked on my door after twelve o'clock, I had already finished washing and sat up immediately. up.

He didn't comment on my clothes that didn't change from before going to bed, and performed his duties as a housekeeper very well, walking ahead and leading me downstairs.But to be honest, I have the impression that Alfred is completely incompetent only in the work of the housekeeper. He is more professional than him in being a housekeeper with a bazooka aimed at the Supermaster. I have thought about why the Wayne family in our universe should hire him. Come to serve, and then I think that there are very few people in the service industry who are so good at murder and arson, and others are indeed inferior.

The Wayne Manor is more lively during the day than at night.

Robin isn't there, I guess at his age he needs to go to school.They hide their identities well, so they don't have the dazzling halo of assistants of criminal bosses on their heads like Dick over there, so it's normal to live a collective life of ordinary people... I guess.

In fact, I thought of Robin holding a knife and looking at me murderously, and I couldn't imagine how he got along with his classmates on campus.Won't it be isolated?He used his domineering arrogance to isolate a group of others.

Richard and the other boy were there.

Batman hasn't arrived yet, and I'm not very interested in Dick right now. He can be studied later, and my focus is mainly on the latter.

Noticing my gaze, the young black-haired young man who is a little shorter than Dick but has outstanding looks and temperament and a good family background stood up and introduced himself: "Timothy Drake." After hesitating, he added , "You can call me Tim."

His last name is not Wayne.

But that doesn't mean much, what if Drake is his mother's last name?

The research on these is not because I suddenly became interested in being an elder to others, but mainly because I don't know how to get along with these two children at all.The experience of my previous life has zero practicality here. In this life, I know how to get my subordinates to finish the work you assign obediently.So why isn't Batman here?If he showed up sooner, I could at least have a reference.

We looked at each other, and there was a faint, speechless breath in the air.

I take back my previous comment that Wayne Manor is more lively during the day.

After a while, Dick picked up the remote control on the coffee table and turned on the TV in the living room. This solemn scene, like a funeral scene, finally became popular with the host's wisecracks.

I wasn't in the mood to watch TV at all.

But a few seconds later it dawned on me that the TV was showing Bruce Wayne tidbits.

The host is a middle-aged man with hairspray all over his head. Due to the need for professional appearances, he maintains a good figure, but this can't conceal his sense of glibness from the inside out.But it's hard not to keep my eyes on him, because he's dancing around describing the exploits of a playboy baby Brucie (I didn't even call my brother Brucie) at a party, vividly showing how he He made his debut with two beautiful girls in his arms, and then jumped into the swimming pool in public.

But even for Gotham, this is old news. The host is more of a joke, as if everyone in the world knows what happened, and then talks about how enviable the life of the rich is in an exaggerated tone. How touching is Master Wayne's recent new affair.

His expression was so devoted that even I couldn't help but imagine what kind of a pair of dry wood meets fire. I was moved by their sincere feelings and Romeo and Juliet's dramatic plot.The only problem is that I don't think this beautiful girl is likely to be the mother of any of the young people present, and hopefully there are no family ties to mediate here.

Richard and Timothy across from me:  …

Dick had slipped the remote back on the coffee table earlier, and now both of their upper limbs were twitching, but I bent down and got the remote in my hand before anyone could get hold of it.Timothy was sitting on guard, as if he could smell a war without smoke, and Richard started talking to try to distract me. He asked me, "Haven't you met Tim before?"

"No." I answered absently.The host began to take stock of the extreme sports that Mr. Wayne had done, and tried to find out when Baby Brucey met his previous girlfriends by means of timetables, and tried to find out why he stepped on N boats. evidence.

That's the difference with being a superhero, if someone in my place dares to openly discuss my relationship life - I definitely don't care, but there must be someone who chooses to silence these people in order not to anger me.

I don't take the host's nonsense seriously.

But how many people can glimpse a corner of his adult life in this way after decades of his own brother's death?

I began to think that watching TV is a good activity to pass the time, but the lace news alone is not real enough, and it is a bit impolite, and the fabricated colors are too strong. I admit that Bruce Wayne's character is quite well shaped. success.

In this way, he separated his true identity from the night, and used his reputation as one of the costs of maintaining justice, which is a way I have never imagined.My spirit of sacrifice is limited, and I do my best to adapt to the current situation. In the final analysis, I just muddle along, and only think about how to fight when I have to.Bruce is more positive than me and has more expectations for the city and the future, which I think is a good thing.

No matter what he's been through in the past, there are still important things in life worth protecting.

I seem to be a little absorbed in my thoughts, and I hope Richard and the others don't think I'm taking this opportunity to laugh at Batman.

Considering their mental capacity, I was about to change the channel when footsteps finally came from the stairwell, it was the owner of Wayne's late arrival.

I don't believe it at all if he was late because he slept late.The threat of mine was right next to his ears, and it's normal for Batman to be up all night like me. I wondered if he had taken the time to hold a small meeting with the Justice League about parallel universes, and I heard him say to me: " Alfred asked me to tell you, in fact, there is no need to fold the quilt at Wayne's house... What did you do?"

He looked a little confused.

I:"……"

I think of the bedding I twisted into a mosaic at night.I was a bit restless this morning, so I tidied it up so that it looked like a bedding, so that Alfred would not mock me for making sacrifices in the bedroom or communicating with aliens.Although I have been the eldest son of a rich family for nearly 30 years, making the bed is not a high-end skill. When I think about it, I can do it independently.

It has nothing to do with my Alfred being a steward, really.

However, I feel that others may have made associations with this.

I understand.Batman currently speculates that I am from the reverse universe. He will naturally collect various clues to try to verify his conjecture, but Alfred... Forget it, if I expand the explanation, I have to explain why the Wayne family butler is here. I'm better at lifting bazookas, so let them think that I have more points in housekeeping skills than Bruce.

But I really doubt that we're all the same.

Fortunately, the topic quickly passed, and Bruce noticed the TV program that was playing.

The moderator seemed to have lost interest in the Wayne family man, and the person he was commenting on became Timothy Drake, who succeeded Bruce as the group president.I realized that the subject of his comment was also sitting at this table, and caught the key phrase in the host's conversation: "...Adopted child?"

The young man with black hair and blue eyes suddenly became the focus of the whole family's attention. He did not expect this development at all, and seemed a little uneasy.I don't think he's any less wary of me than Batman, even though he's never seen me before.Doesn't this look like his adoptive father?So it's not real?

It is also interesting that Wayne Enterprises will be handed over to Tim. The relationship between Robin and him is definitely not very good. The family crisis will only be late and will not be absent, unless Batman's method of raising his son is very clever.

I'm a little curious.

After all, the previous situation shows that I can't get along with juniors at all, maybe it's reversed at this point.

Bruce pulled out a chair and sat down next to me as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't hear the host implying that his youngest son Damian would one day assassinate his brother for the right of inheritance.

"Sorry I'm late, what did you guys talk about just now?"

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感谢在2021-07-0602:16:21~2021-07-0922:19:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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