[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

Jason snorted and laughed, and stretched out his hand to rub Damian's hair, "Little kid, are you worried that no one will love you if you are no longer the youngest child, 'middle child syndrome'* It's happening early."

"Shut up! Todd!" Damian frowned, slapped Jason's hand away, and made a fist to challenge the young man who was two heads taller than him.

Tim moved a few steps away from the madmen.

Alfred cleared his throat, and the two tense children calmed down immediately; Damian was still sniping at Jason, but Jason just winked.

The old butler looked down at Harry, she had already started to doze off, like a chicken pecking at rice.If it wasn't for Dick's support, he could lie on the carpet and fall asleep.

A little girl who is only 8 years old has experienced such a thing in one day, coupled with the long journey across the ocean, Halle's ability to survive until now is already the limit.

Alfred reached out and hugged the girl who couldn't open her eyes.

"Master Bruce, young masters, I'll take Harry to sleep in her room first, and I'll be back later, everyone should rest as soon as possible."

Bruce kept silent with his arms folded, staring at the four boys, and after Ah Fu disappeared to the stairs, he took a stool and sat down.

"My God, is she really 8 years old? I would believe that she is less than 6 years old," Dick sat back on the sofa, and first broke the silence in the hall.

Jason, standing behind Dick, answered, "Old guy, if this is really another illegitimate daughter of yours, don't use Ah Fu as a shield—black hair, green eyes? It's just like Damian, a brat. Same. Are you sure you didn't have another baby with Thalia?"

"Shut up, Todd!" At least now, Damian won't draw his sword at the slightest disagreement, which is a good sign, "You've been hanging out with Bizarro for a long time, and your IQ has dropped!"

"Even if my mother gave birth to a daughter, she wouldn't be able to give birth to such a weak one!"

"She's just an 8-year-old girl, Damian," Tim also went around and sat down on the sofa, yawning big. "Not everyone was raised as the heir to the League of Assassins like you were."

Bruce watched the boys come and go quietly, and when they were all quiet, he turned on the tablet computer in his hand and checked the security situation of Gotham City at night.

"Barbara said that everything is normal. She has been hanging by the window of the orphanage boredly, telling stories to the children." Dick pointed the communicator in his ear while reporting to Bruce, "I need to pick her up for you." Does it work?"

Bruce shook his head, put the tablet aside, crossed his hands, and looked at the four boys.

"Why are you back today?"

The pressure in their eyes made them tremble uncontrollably.

"...We care...of course Ah Fu's granddaughter is also our sister," Dick replied to Bruce as he rubbed the hair on the back of his head after seeing the silence of the other brothers.

"You guys need to be more honest."

"..."

"...Tim did it," Jason immediately confessed to Tim on the sofa, fearing that it might not be accurate enough, he pointed with his finger.

"Hey!" Tim turned his head in protest.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, "You hacked into my system... saw Dumbledore's letter... and all the analysis records of me and Alfred."

Tim: "..."

Dick: "..."

Damian looked out the window with great interest, as if he saw a super villain in a dark green bush.

Jason touched his nose and made up the knife: "To be precise, Tim hacked the system... The three of us just 'accidentally' saw it."

Not only Tim, but Dick and Damian stared at Jason.

Dick sighed, there was no point in denying it, and he said with a sincere expression: "But we are indeed out of concern, you see, there is a gap of two days between you receiving the letter and telling us the departure date. If it is just an ordinary Little girl, you and Ah Fu will not be cautious."

Bruce's eyes, which were deeper under the dim light, were calm and without emotion.

"Aside from my analysis with Ah Fu, what can you deduce from this letter?"

The boys looked at each other and pushed Tim out in a few eye exchanges.

"First of all, the existence of wizards as a social group really surprised us all..."

Tim looks at Bruce, looking uncertain, which is so rare.

"There are too many doubts in this letter. The reason is that we lack understanding of the wizarding world... For example, we simply cannot understand that Ah Fu's blood can protect her..."

"Obviously, Halle's family had an enemy - Voldemort - who killed her parents. He was also very powerful and had many minions who would come after Harry."

"These are all in the letter, and then?" Bruce asked.

"We speculate that there are some secrets in Harley's family, such as deadly weapons in the wizarding world, otherwise it would be impossible to explain Voldemort's behavior of killing Harley's parents. This part of Dumbledore is evasive."

Bruce nodded approvingly, "You're right."

Looking at the four boys who were still staring at him with questioning eyes, Bruce thought briefly.

"What I'm going to tell you next is only within the family, don't tell anyone else——Barbara can know."

The boys nodded slowly. Bruce's solemn tone is usually only used in important matters.

"This 'Voldemort' is a Hitler-like, racist wizard among wizards who started a large-scale war in the wizarding world. From what I gather, his philosophy is that wizards should rule the world, including you and me Such ordinary people."

Damian snorted coldly, "He can try."

Bruce didn't reply to Damian's words, but went on to tell about Harley's life experience.

"This wizard war has not spread to the world of ordinary people because the righteous wizards represented by Harley's parents are constantly fighting against Voldemort at the cost of their own lives." the power to defeat him."

"Your speculation is correct in the direction. Voldemort's original target was Harley. On the night of Harley's parents' death, Voldemort finally tried to kill her as a baby, but failed, and then disappeared. No one knows. How Halle did it, of course, she has no memory of herself."

In the middle of the night, the lobby of Wayne's house fell into silence.

Jason was the first to exhale, "It sounds like a fairy tale."

"That's my first impression too," Bruce nodded, "but we've already had an interview with Dumbledore, and it actually happened in the wizarding world that we don't know about. And Harry's...'Mission', has already Predicted by a so-called 'prophecy'."

Tim kept shaking his head, "This is too idealistic... It's hard to say whether the 'prophecy' really has some kind of magical effect, or people's superstitious belief in the 'prophecy', forcing it to work."

"That's a good question," Bruce weighed his words. "I guess the only pieces of the puzzle that can be put together are the details that Dumbledore chooses not to tell us. I choose to believe him for reasons of justice."

"Then... what should we do? Really let Harley perform his 'duties' in the not-too-distant future and use what kind of magical 'power' to beat a villain that even a group of adult wizards can't handle?" Dick raised his volume. .

Bruce silently looks at each of the boys' faces, the same righteous indignation written all over them.

"We have told Harley all the truth that is known so far, and Harley has chosen to fight herself."

Jason snorted coldly, "I'm afraid you didn't induce her, and you want to train her to be a little Batwoman in a wizard? Use the logic of 'fighting for those people who can't rise up'? She is an 8-year-old Ah Fu's granddaughter! An orphan! Don't raise her to be the next Damian."

Bruce listened quietly to Jason's accusations, and only spoke slowly after he had finished venting.

"Actually, I agree with your opinion. The decision to tell her everything in the end was made by Ah Fu."

Tim interjected at this time, he shrugged, "I understand Ah Fu's original intention, and I agree with his approach."

Bruce looks at each of his children with admiration.

"You have regarded Harley as a family member in your words, and you have not prejudiced against her because Harley is carrying this burden and will bring danger to the family. I am proud of you."

Dick grinned. "Oh, Bruce, it's so sad that you're making such assumptions about us."

Bruce was about to explain, but Dick waved his hand, "No need to explain... we all understand."

He went on to sigh, "It's just... wow, this is so unlike you."

"Why do you say that?"

Dick rubbed the back of his neck, "According to your temperament, you always hide things like this by yourself, you won't be like this... Tell us quickly."

Bruce decided not to argue with this obvious fact. If it were someone else or something, he would indeed choose to keep some details for himself as a backup plan that only he knew.

"Harry's matter is bigger than you and me, not only because she is a relative of Ah Fu. What's more, if the 'prophecy' really has some magical power, it can be said that the hope of future peace in the wizarding world is now lying in this mansion. Before Harley has the basic ability to protect herself, Afu and I cannot guarantee to protect her 24 hours a day, which requires everyone to participate."

Damian interjected disdainfully, "Then train her!"

Jason nodded in agreement.

"This is Ah Fu's granddaughter, it's not up to us to decide. If Ah Fu wants her to be trained, we will fully support and assist her," Blue said.

At this time, Ah Fu's footsteps appeared at the corner of the stairs.

"Masters, why not just sleep in the mansion today, your previous rooms are all ready."

"Okay, thank you, Fu".

The boys followed suit, yawning and heading to their respective rooms.

Only Bruce and Alfred were left in the hall.

"Did you hear all those words just now?" Bruce asked Ah Fu with a calm face.

The old housekeeper nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Master Bruce."

Thanks to Ah Fu, Bruce couldn't wait to wave his hands, "I adopted/adopted/children before, and you helped me protect and educate them."

"This time we will protect and educate Harley together."