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

I put down the sandwich and milk in my hand, looked at the shards of glass on the ground, the night wind was blowing my forehead hair, I looked at the full moon in the sky - where did this Jason go?

Then I turned on the monitor and tracker backhanded.

Sit down, sit down, normal operation.

"Should you have a Swiss bank account?" I blinked my eyes when I pressed the receiver and the first sentence was this.

"Of course. You want the card number? Oh, you know Wayne's account..." The voice is so familiar, isn't this the voice of the death knell who was possessed by Jericho before?

I have completely forgotten how worried I was about Jason before I turned on the monitor. How did he get mixed up with Deathstroke?Isn't Deathstroke staring at Dick every day?

"I know him well, report your account number to me, the security system of Wayne Financial Bank will be reset to zero soon, we must hurry up, you give me the rope."

"...if you want to escape..."

"Then you just come and shoot me in the head." Jason's voice was relaxed, "Lend me your mask, Slade, I think there are cameras everywhere in the Wayne Group."

I heard the sound of the grapple gun piercing the wall.

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no?Jason, you're going to rob Bruce's finances with death knell!Why are you such a tiger? !

I put down the bug with my eyes blank. According to my simple understanding of Bruce in this world, after he has a Timothy, he will definitely give him everything that the Wayne Group can delegate-this is my experience.

Then Jason who went over there and used the old bank key to steal funds would definitely alarm the insurance that Timothy used to keep in his finances——Jason was full of confidence because he had no experience with my computer technology.

In other words, Jason in Wayne Tower will run into me in this world.

What did I realize, this is my chance to get in touch with the secrets of time and space, because I have never met a man named Timothy Drake in another world, will two people who are essentially one person meet and disappear ?

And am I Timothy?

I decided to meet the Robin of this world for a while.

After I made up my mind, I took a look at my equipment, I must not just meet him like this - you know that Jason's face is exactly the same as the red hood Jason in Minecraft, and Bruce's face in the newspaper, Then I should have the same appearance as myself in this world.

I need a little change and can't go as Robin, it would add unnecessary trouble to me.

Jay's smirk came to mind, and I smiled and sighed, "Well, Jay, I hope the Tim of this world hasn't met you."

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The blond wig is flying in the air, and I can't help but wonder if dear Ms. Kate is cold on the back of her neck when she is flying through the air in tights?

I used the makeup technique I learned from Bruce again, and turned Timothy into Albertina in 5 minutes...

You ask me where did the stuff come from?

Because I am Robin! (Because I am robin!)

Wearing a cloak and a long skirt I found in the shop downstairs (fortunately, I always have leggings as a base), Albertina hurried to the Wayn Tower.

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"There is no sign of anyone," Timothy Wayne probed the smashed glass window with a flashlight, and he spoke to the oracle on the other side of the headset, "I think it may be an illegal break-in, pure... well, bat I'm in Arkham, I'll probably have to deal with this alone in Wayn Tower today, don't worry, honey."

"I understand how you feel!" Even Jason, who is light and fluffy, wants to use his weight to bring justice. He kicked the bald Robin (just a short cut) below him to the wall, Then run away quickly.

"Excellent! Minutes-seconds-no-bad!"

Jason ran out of the tower like a tiny bird and hung up the ladder dropped by Deathstroke's helicopter.

Timothy got up from the ground, and the daily exercise in the Batcave made him react quickly when faced with such things. He quickly stretched out the grapple gun inherited from the Bat family and hung on Jason's calf: "Excellent!" It is! This time it is the death knell!"

"Listen to me, boy! You don't have to work for him! If you need help..."

Jason looked at the new Robin who was hanging below, floating in the air and trying to climb up the rope, and he said word by word: "I will not work for anyone, I will not be anyone's follower, As if recalling something, he took out the dagger hidden in his waist and cut the rope with his backhand, "I only do it for myself."

Jason looked at the child who fell and showed an ugly smile.

"You did a good job, Jason." Deathstroke looked at the teenager who took off his mask, full of admiration.Aha, this kid is as cute as Dick.

"That's good," Jason said, "If the kid just died, I'll help Batman choose a better assistant."

Deathstroke glanced at Jason, who was sitting in the co-pilot, and the boy held his helmet and looked out at the sky.

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So it's really hard not to have the Red Bird plane, and the Kryptonians who can fly are cheating.

When I was floating in the air while holding down my skirt, and finally reached the Wayn Tower, I saw a person in the familiar Robin uniform who fell from the sky...

No, Jason, you, me, forget it...

I hurried to the other place where I left behind. Please don’t tell me that there can only be one Timothy in this world. If I come to this world to meet him, Tim in this world will die.

I watched the yellow cloak fall from the sky, the Robin skillfully stretched out his claws, although he fell in the air a few times in embarrassment, in the end he just fell hard on the ground, and his life should not be in danger Bar.

Well, I'm pretty confident in my fitness.

I looked up at the helicopter in the distance, and I confirmed that the tracker was still installed on Jason's body, and I glanced at Robin who hadn't gotten up on the ground.

Well, I guess I should still think about Jack and Dana who are waiting for me.

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"Hiss...the ribs may be broken." Robin fell to the ground and didn't dare to move for a long time. He waited carefully for the pain on his body to ease, and sat up while clutching his chest.

"Da da da"

The sound of high heels knocking on the ground came from the entrance of the alley. Timothy raised his head and saw a blond woman in a dress who seemed to be frightened at the entrance of the alley. She opened her red lips slightly and stared blankly at herself.

"Miss……"

As soon as I saw Robin's expression, I knew my makeup hadn't faded in 5 minutes, so I pretended to be an innocent passer-by in Gotham, and showed the expression that other Gotham girls on the road saw me wearing Robin's uniform.

"Are you Robin?"

Timothy clutched his chest, watching the blond girl gradually approaching him, and the other hand had gradually touched his waist.

I pretended not to see his movements—his movement habits were exactly the same as mine, and I acted on my own.

"Are you broken?"

I pretended to be inadvertently touched his chest with my fingers. After a while, I made sure that the injury was not serious, and then retracted: "My God, I need my help. Do you call an ambulance? Robin."

Timothy squinted his eyes and looked at this strange blonde woman. She had a pair of beautiful blue eyes, beautiful deja vu, a pair of arched eyebrows, and long eyelashes. Looking at him, Timothy was sure that this woman was I have seen a lot of beauties and I can also enter the top 5 in front of me, but I have no impression of such beautiful eyes and familiar eyes.

"No need ma'am, I can do it myself." Timothy pressed a bug on the lady's cuff without composure, and folded it in skillfully.

"But I think you really need help," I tried to use my female voice to soften my voice, "Then let me help you, Batman once helped me."

Timothy softened his brows and eyes when he heard this reason. Today Bruce is in Arkham dealing with a strange escape case over there. Alfred is helping him. Nightwing is still in Bludhaven. The logistics staff can't come here even if they stay at home. It is really troublesome to deal with this level of injury on their own.

"Please, please send me to a clinic." Timothy held the small weapon and mist bomb tightly in his palm, and agreed to the blond lady's request.

I immediately realized that the clinic he was talking about should be Dr. Leslie's clinic. It is not far from Wayne Tower. Dr. Leslie connects with Gotham masked vigilantes.

A kind of pride flashed in my heart.

Timothy looked at the girl carrying herself with difficulty. The crooked red high heels on her feet seemed to twist her feet at any time, not only a little shy: "... I'm sorry to trouble you."

Then, using his hand on the lady's neck, he glued another tracker to her neckline.

I feel this familiar movement calmly, this Tim is obviously not as skilled as me.

"My name is Albertina Brown," I pretended I didn't know anything, like a real fan of the Dark Knight, and approached him with the apprehension and shyness of meeting an idol, "I live in Gotham Diamond District, I am a student of the Department of Literature at Gotham University, and my major is British Classical Literature."

Timothy looked at the red heels on the girl's feet and thought her feet seemed a little too big.

"Are you studying classical literature?" Robin became interested when he heard the news. He himself is a person who likes to read books and literary works. Robin tried to chat with this college student who claimed to be a literature student, and it was a bit tricky. talk.

"Which part do you like best..."

"Soul, of course, Betrothed Lion," I blurted out Keats's poems, which I like to turn over in my spare time, because this genius who died young and his poems tirelessly pursue beauty, but In between, his poignancy about the suffering of the world makes his poetry magnificent and profound, "I like Keats."

Timothy raised his eyelids, and the two poems and poets that the girl blurted out were also his favorites.

"I always thought girls would prefer Shelley."

Because I'm not a girl at all... I didn't answer his question, but reached out and took his hand through the glove: "Hey Robin, we're at the clinic."

The author has something to say:

emmmmm, Tibao, you and Jie have learned badly, hahahahaha.

AK Timothy: Oops, this feeling of déjà vu, this feeling of heartbeat!

Tibbo: So what's the difference between me and me in this world?No!Except... the inch haircut and seems to be 40 lbs bigger than me, which seriously makes me sore.

Wan more complete!The diligent author wants to leave a message, I will continue to code tomorrow.