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

"Cheers—"

The Super Queen was wearing a dark red dress and leaning halfway on the sofa, smoothing the hair from her sideburns behind her ears with one hand, and clinking glasses with me with the other hand.She flew right in the middle of a date when I got a message from me asking her 'how on earth do you fly in a dress without getting naked' and 'what do the dates you leave behind think about that' He hesitated for a while, and politely chose to propose the latter.Louise smiled and replied, "Who cares?" and sipped from the rim of her goblet.

We are not in Wayne Manor now, but a villa near the sea not far away, which was bought by my parents back then to do some shady small business.One of the reasons I chose this location was simple - it's in a great location and it's easier to order takeout.

Carl and I argued for a while about what to have for dinner before Louise came over.I should have slept first, but I had too many things on my mind and I had to entertain guests, so I couldn't rest at all.Junior high school biology knowledge tells us that after a person is full, blood will be distributed to the digestive tract to process food, which will cause the brain to become sleepy due to hypoxia. When the time is right, I will open the takeaway software to reward my stomach first.

"Where's your housekeeper?" Carl saw me sitting in a precarious position and concentrating on turning over the takeout, with suspicion on his face as he watched a rich boy experience people's livelihood, "He was fired?"

"No," I said, "but I left home for two days and came back suddenly, and the refrigerator was empty."

Carl sat blankly, and asked after a while: "Do you want the supermarket to deliver?"

"What's the difference between that and ordering takeaway? Don't make noise, I'm comparing the distance."

I get a brief moment of silence.

Chaoba stopped looking at me and lay on the back of the sofa playing with his phone.A few minutes later he spoke again: "Louise said she was coming, and she hasn't eaten yet."

I froze when I swiped the screen: "Didn't you say she went on a date?"

"She left him in the restaurant, let me tell you to order more takeaways."

I can't help but wonder what's wrong with this group of people. Some people will come all the way to my house for fast food instead of entertaining guests in high-end restaurants.

"...What do you want to eat?"

Carl: "Kryptonite?"

I:"……"

We discussed this issue for about ten minutes, and halfway called Super Queen.However, I eventually realized that it was useless and a waste of time to consult my colleagues, and ended up ordering the nearest pizza place, which arrived at the same time as Louise arrived in Gotham.

The only problem was, none of the three of us looked right with this box of pizza.

Especially Louise who just came out of the fun field.She looked at the takeaway box and raised her eyebrows and said to me: "If one day Wayne Group goes bankrupt, Thomas, please tell me, I will be happy to spend money for you."

I looked at her calmly, and for a while the Amazon shrugged in frustration: "Can't you say something nice, Night Owl? It's because we haven't seen each other for two days."

She came over and bent down to give me a hug.I kissed her back and said, "Don't assume the impossible. Besides, how many of your 'boyfriends' survived?"

"They are all alive." Louise smiled, "There is an adjective called 'life is better than death'... But no matter what, it is better than going to see Cerberus." Before letting go of her hand, she whispered: "And I How can you be willing to treat you like that, you are different from them."

There are three people in this room. Carl has super hearing, no matter how soft she is, it is still the same as speaking out.But I was willing to cooperate with her, and replied in a low voice: "If I lose everything one day, I will be no different from them in your eyes."

She was staring down at me, her curly black hair hanging down her cheeks, her blue eyes gleaming in the light with a look that could almost be described as love.And no one can deny how beautiful Louise is at this time-it's just that we all know how fake this passionate emotion is and what is behind it.She said softly, "Yes, dear, but until then I will always love you."

I bet if it wasn't for Speedmaster who was still watching her and immediately invited me to the bedroom, I would even have to duck back and cling to the back of the sofa so as not to kiss her like no one else.

Carl cut open the takeaway box with precise heat vision, and taunted: "Despicable Amazon."

Louise understood my refusal, let go and straightened up, turned her head in disappointment and replied, "And you're a stupid Kryptonian."

The relationship between the two of them is sometimes close and sometimes tit-for-tat, but even when they insult each other, the atmosphere is not tense, more like a joke.The super queen was still in a good mood, and walked to the wine cabinet I put in the villa with ease, took out two bottles of red wine from it, pulled out the corks and poured a glass for the three of us.

We started eating pizza with drinks that cost a hundred times the price of fast food.

Facts have proved that the members of the legendary and famous criminal syndicate also use their hands when biting bread, which is no different from ordinary people.It's just that the two of them chatted so much that they could hang their legs in the air, and I could only sit on the sofa honestly.

After a while, Super Queen asked casually: "So you really only saw Richard's counterpart in the parallel universe?"

**

Richard took a moment to check for stalkers behind him.

The sky has turned smoky purple, and it will be completely dark in a few minutes.He squatted halfway on the top of a red oak tree diagonally opposite to No. 12 Lincoln Road, and adjusted the focus of the thermal imager in his hand to observe the interior of the building.Ye Xiao kept the people he met silent, and the whole safe house still maintained its original appearance as if no one had visited it.The dust in front of the gate is evenly distributed, showing that no one has been in or out recently, the windows are tightly closed like every Gotham resident who pays attention to safety, and there is no sign of human activity within the range that the instrument can detect.

12 Lincoln Road looks like an ordinary apartment on the surface, because the key facilities are placed in the basement.

It seems that the guests are quite knowledgeable.Richard was still wondering about the identity of the other party, and at the same time, he slipped quietly from the tree, walked into the abandoned telephone booth in the alley, and pressed the call button with his gloved index finger.

The instrument scanned his whole body, then connected to Richard's earphones and said in a mechanically synthesized voice: "Authentication successful, welcome back, Talon."

The elevator, disguised as a telephone booth, descends.

Richard touched the owl-shaped dart at his waist, hesitating between it and the anesthesia needle.

Or let's see who the guest Thomas treats differently first.he thought.

The elevator stopped smoothly after reaching the bottom, and the metal door opened to one side, accompanied by a piercing sound.Richard stopped breathing, and suddenly bent back to avoid the opponent's attack. When he was about to counterattack, he heard the questioning voice of the opponent: "Dick?"

Richard licked his lower lip, his heart was beating a little faster, and he smiled perfunctorily: "I prefer strangers to call me by my full name." He bent down to pick up the attacker's hidden weapon from the ground, "What is this... bat?"

"Richard Grayson." The man read out his full name, "Thomas Wayne asked you to come?"

Although it was a question sentence, he said it with certainty, and with an unquestionable command tone.Richard noticed that before he arrived, the young man dressed as a bat was looking up at the photos on the bookshelf—it was a syndicate, and there was a bogus reward notice printed on the nearby newspaper, and the amount on it was not as good as Wayne Enterprises. Add a fraction of the annual income secretly.

"Who are you?" Richard secretly guarded, but made himself look relaxed, "He didn't have time to tell me."

"Then he just doesn't want people to know, you can call me Batman."

Richard couldn't help laughing: "Sorry." He waved his hand, "I mean I like this code name. Well, Mr. Batman, aren't you going to invite me in? Although this house is not yours either of."

Batman took one look at him, then sidled out of the way.When Richard passed by him, he touched his waist again. He was assessing the strength gap between the two sides when the other party suddenly stretched out his hand and startled him. He almost pulled out his weapon under stress.

"what are you doing?"

"..."

Batman looked a little speechless.

"My batart," he said briefly.

The black-haired boy opened his eyes wide: "You want to recycle? Thomas is willing to lend you the safe house, but not provide equipment assistance?"

He stroked the not-so-sharp edge of the bat dart with his fingers: "What if I press the raised part in the middle?"

"explode."

"Wow," said the boy, "Where's the power?"

"No one will die."

Bruce gets a surprised stare from the minor.

"No one will die?" Richard repeated, "Then what is the use of this thing?" He pressed his fingertips on the center of the bat dart, stared into the man's eyes and asked again: "Who are you? What's the deal with Thomas?"

"…" Bruce thought it was a childish threat, but it was certainly a threat.

Richard Grayson.The child in front of him was younger and worse than anyone he had ever known—an adjective not referring to nature, but something natural given to him by his surroundings.He speaks of deals, injuries, and death with natural adaptability and without shame.

This comfortable attitude to the dark side is not forced, however.Unlike the adopted killers, mercenaries, or spies that Richard and Bruce have seen since childhood, those people are either brainwashed to be numb to what they do, or they clearly know that they are walking on a path that is not accepted by ordinary people. In fact, even children who grew up on the streets and survived by stealing and robbery are not as calm as Richard.Bruce even felt that the boy's growth environment should be considered stable and prosperous.

——Otherwise, he wouldn't have the illusion that the other party was almost the same as someone he knew during the conversation, and this illusion would be broken by the young man's next words.

It's like your friends today seem to be the same as yesterday, but when you are eating, you suddenly find that someone who never eats seafood or even hates it suddenly ordered the Star Pie.Familiar and unfamiliar tiny details gave rise to strange psychological feelings, Bruce was silent for a moment and did not speak.

The more Richard thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.He looked at the man who refused to show his face and the bat symbol in his hand with an owl as a natural enemy, and a flash of light flashed through his mind, causing him to ask in a voice: "You can't be from the clown's side?!"

Batman: "..."

Batman: "..."

At least two lines of ellipses are needed to express his mood at the moment.

For the rest of his life, Bruce never imagined that someone would actually ask him if he was with the Joker.

People live for a long time, and it turns out that everything is possible to see.

But he quickly realized that the clown here is very likely to be a superhero.But even if you associate the word clown with Chaoying...

Nothing is Impossible.Bruce said to himself.Facts are more important than emotional biases, which he should have expected when he speculated about the inverted universe.

But personal likes and dislikes are also not transferred by reason.

"If I were," he asked, an octave lower than usual, "your guardians would let me into this safehouse?"

Richard thought he was being sarcastic: "Thomas hasn't killed them anyway."

Bruce notices that he's been calling Night Owl by first name, as if that would prove their relationship.

"So don't worry, I'm not here to do it." The boy smiled at him flatteringly, looking naive, as if he wasn't the one who had been secretly holding the weapon before, "If you really belong to the clown, tell me I'm fine too."

"I'm not." Bruce denied a little tiredly, mainly psychologically, "I have no ill will towards Thomas. He's mine..." He considered it for a few seconds before using the absolutely objective word, "Brother."

Richard's sky blue eyes stared at him without blinking.

The smile disappeared from his face for a moment.

"I'll ask for evidence."

After he finished speaking expressionlessly, he relaxed a little, handed the bat dart into Bruce's hands, walked into the living room on the basement floor and sat down, "So did Thomas say what I'm going to do when I see you?"

The author has something to say:

The coffee is really good, the author who can't sleep said so, so today the hero and I have insomnia together.

By the way, push the new article of my friend Bai Jiao Baoyue! "Miss Stark Doesn't Want to Save the World [Comprehensive British and American]", the heroine is the eldest lady of the Stark family in the parallel universe who came to find her father (x), cp Tibao, if you are interested in the setting and accept bg, you can try it!

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