[Comprehensive British and American] Mr. Wayne's daily life of social animals

I put my backpack on, got on my motorcycle, and was about to head to the circus.

Since Batman changed, I had a sense of urgency to act. I bypassed my bodyguards, told them I was at a summer camp, forged parent and teacher signatures and letters, and even hacked phones.

What gives me all the power is that I look up at the projection of the bat lamp in the clouds every night.

I know what I do doesn't suit me, and it's even crazy, but who isn't crazy who lives in Gotham?

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Titan Tower.

Xinghuo rubbed his long and curly red hair, looking a little anxious.

"Victor, we have to find him, I have to tell him about the kid yesterday."

Steel Skeleton sat in front of the computer with a bandage on his body, his expression was a little depressed: "Okay, okay, although I have been very resistant."

"Call Wayne Manor—"

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Dick Grayson stopped in front of the circus. He took a deep breath. The smell of sawdust, talcum powder, and animals.

This is where he was born, this is his past home.

He listened to the roar of the tiger, the laughter of the people, and the noise of moving equipment, and his heavy steps began to become brisk.

The black-haired youth patrolled familiar and unfamiliar scenes, Gang Bao screamed because of the food in the cage, and the people in the circus were a little listless.

It's really been a long time.

Suddenly Dick's eyes lit up, and he saw an acquaintance.

"Inoli, do you remember me?"

The elephant meekly put its trunk on Dick's shoulder, closed its eyes, and enjoyed the young man's touch.

Dick looked at the elephant who used it as a slide when he was a child, and couldn't hold back the smile on his lips.He found a basin and a brush for bathing the elephant nearby, and started to clean the big girl.

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"When did it start, you ask?" Harry, the owner of the circus, sat on a chair and looked nostalgicly at the young man opposite him.

"Video games, CDs, computers, or anything else, people prefer to have fun at home instead of going to the circus." The boss took a puff on his cigarette and said with a smile.

Dick was flipping through the newspaper and looked up at his elders. Harry's chubby face was the least melancholy.

"I cut expenses and worked hard, but there was an accident and we lost a lot of money..."

The boss let out a puff of smoke.

"We were almost beaten."

Dick looked at Harry.

"But old man, we had fun." He handed a photo of the Grayson family to Grayson Jr. "Would you like to see the best show in town today?"

"Of course!"

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I hold the video camera and use it as a telescope. I can see everything in the circus through the lens. Although I don’t see Dick in the lens, my intuition has already locked him, and a voice tells me—he must be it's here.

The show started. The fire-breathing girl, the magic clown, and the animals jumping through the fire hoops shocked everyone, but not everyone.

My eyes continue to search through the camera.

"I didn't see him, but where the hell could he be?" I quickly scanned the audience.

Not him, not him, not him.

"I'm wasting my own time." I bit my lip secretly.

"No, maybe not, he's an amazing kid who likes to dress up. Dick could be anyone on set."

"He doesn't need to hide his identity in the circus..."

The circus tiger suddenly went berserk!It pounced on a beast trainer's neck!

The scene started to become chaotic.

I saw a young man with oil paint on his face descending from the sky with a net.

I put down the camera.

It's dick!

No need for more proof, even though it's been almost 5 years since he left Gotham, I remember his every move in the air, and I have all the footage of him I can get my hands on.

He is my eternal idol, the star in the circus.

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Dick walked despondently among the circus stalls in the setting sun. Even though he had subdued Gumball, William the animal trainer was dead.

This made the circus, which was already poorly run, worse.

"Bastard! Stop!"

Dick looked up, and a boy was running. Wesley and Uncle Sara were chasing him, but obviously they couldn't catch up with the nimble boy.

Grayson made two steps in three steps, giving full play to his physical fitness as Nightwing, and grabbed the boy by the collar.

The boy's skill was even excellent, he slid out like a loach, and turned Dick with a kite.

But Dick is not a vegetarian either. He is a vigilante after all. He also turned over and threw the child to the ground.

"Son, I don't know why you are still in the circus..."

"Dick! My God! I finally found you!"

Dick frowned. He didn't know the kid, but the kid was clearly excited.

"I know it was the old clown from the circus who murdered the tamer."

Dick dropped the boy's collar.

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"How do you know? Who are you?"

I straightened my collar, which had been deformed, and looked up at the young man: "We don't have time to talk so much, we have to catch the murderer first, and then go back to Gotham. Dick, Batman needs you."

"!" Dick was stunned, and he dragged the child into the open space.

I obediently went with him.

"What are you talking about? Are you..."

I interrupted him, spitting out the truth like a machine gun: "When I was looking for you in the circus, I heard that someone drugged the tiger. I went to check the tiger's feeding trough. There was a residual smell of alcohol. I went The dressing room was checked secretly, only the drunk clown had alcohol, and the two of them had an argument just before the show..."

"I don't believe it," Dick shook his head violently. "Impossible!"

"Listen, kid, you stay here, I'll be back soon, and I'll talk to you about B."

I watched the young man run into the shed, paced and walked over, saw the bucket for bathing the elephant, and stretched out his hand to drag it over.

There was a great quarrel in the shed, and suddenly a dwarf came out.

"Where are the others?" A group of people chased them out.

Sitting on top of the huge upside-down bucket, I patted the bucket: "Here it is."

Dick explains to the others how he discovered the motive for the murder by speculating on the financial disputes between Pedro the Dwarf and William through the bills.

I laughed out loud.

As expected of Dick.

Dick is the best!

And what Batman needs is such a Robin who is always calm, optimistic, and maintains his own point of view.

The sunlight has completely disappeared on this land. I walked towards Dick to bid farewell to the boss. He obviously noticed me, and the young handsome brows and eyes were frowned: "Who the hell are you?"

I don't care, I took out the long-prepared materials from my backpack and handed them to him.

"Please be sure to look at this."

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Gotham.

Two-Face is back.

Batman knows this.Harvey was a good lawyer, a good prosecutor, and now a good criminal.He has never been one of those greedy for money, and has no interest in drug trafficking and arms. He is just obsessed with the number "2".

"The dual replication system that the Wayne Group is about to exhibit..." Batman squatted on the gargoyle and muttered.

"Two-Face, your crime spree will end tomorrow."

On the rooftop of another tall building, the wind blew the suit of the Two-Faced Man rattling.

"Batman, your life will end tomorrow."

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Wayne Manor.

"Ah Fu, I have to introduce you..."

Dick scratched his head suddenly.

"What's your name?"

Alfred was also confused about the child brought back by Master Richard. The butler from England handled the situation extremely well: "Master Richard, I didn't expect you to be with a 12-year-old child Be friends. Just a moment, I'll bring you some morning tea."

"No, Ah Fu, this kid came to Harry's Circus to find me, and he still knows B's identity..."

The English butler's expression changed quickly. His eyes were firm and his expression was serious: "Listen, kid, I don't know what detective game you're playing, but I don't think you should be able to run around."

"Say your purpose, I don't think you want to be informed of the parents, do you?"

I want to laugh, parent?I haven't seen that couple for 7 months.

I finally said my purpose: "Since Jason died, Batman has gradually gone crazy, Dick, Bruce, he needs you!"

Dick was so frightened that he stood up from the sofa, and he asked, "How do you know so clearly..."

I looked up at this young man, he was young, lively, and possessed a shining soul.

"It's going to hurt you."

Dick shook his head: "Please speak up."

"Well, my name is Timothy Drake," once I started, the story of my relationship with the three Wayne men poured out uncontrollably, "Eight years ago... "

Dick clutched the two photographs, one of him still in costume, holding a blue-eyed boy in a Windsor tie, and one of...

It's the last family photo that belonged to the Graysons before the show.

"I remember you swinging off the swing, your parents climbed the stairs, your mother jumped off first, then your father, and then, the accident happened..."

"I heard you crying..."

"I'm crying too..."

Dick didn't interrupt me, but knowing he was in pain, I tried to change the subject.

"I often dream of being you, often. When I was nine years old, I saw this video..."

"What does that mean?"

"There are only three people in this world who can do a quadruple somersault, and the one who likes somersaults on the downswing is that little circus star, Grayson."

I asked back, "Right? Robin?"

The author has something to say:

*Take the timeline of the lonely place of death, yes, the old version of comics, don't ask me about the Penguin account, follow the old version of the origin and add a little magic modification by the author.

Changed the copywriting and cover (I did it myself), if you didn't notice it, you can enjoy it again.

Roll on the ground and ask for comments!