[Comprehensive Yingmei] Me and my four unjust brothers

Merrell glanced at Dick's ass in disbelief, it was his elder brother, he thought that the elder brother who loved him the most pushed him out without hesitation.

Tim, the culprit who drank the last sip of soup, looked at the bowl regretfully, turned his head to Merrell with a stiff expression, and said, "Sorry...it's really delicious, I accidentally finished it, you can make more next time Order." It means that there is no reservation for you, and I will eat it next time.

Merrell glanced at Tim, who was smelling of tea in his tea. He felt a sigh of relief for no reason and couldn't vent it. He shook his head and looked at the fried eggs in the pan. At least he still had an egg——

Jason was propping up the kitchen counter with one hand, holding a fork with the other hand and holding up the fried egg, chewing the fried egg in his mouth.

Sensing Merrell's gaze, Jason raised his hand to collide with Merrell's gaze. Jason was taken aback, then quickly chewed and swallowed the fried egg.

"The omelette with black pepper tastes good, I don't see that you are quite good at cooking." Jason patted Merrell's shoulder as he passed him, as a sign of encouragement.

"Thank you... thank you..." The corners of Merrell's mouth twitched, it didn't matter, he remembered that there were two tomatoes on the cutting board.

Damian, who was passing by eating a tomato, looked at Merrell, and he sneered and raised his middle finger at Merrell.

This is brotherhood, he has fully understood.Merrell, who gradually figured out the way of complimenting the Wayne family brothers, thought blankly.

The kind Dick touched a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator and handed it to Merrell. Merrell smiled at him. He would not forget that Dick was the one who ate the most and squeezed him out with his butt.

"Thank you, brother, I would have been very touched if you hadn't pushed me out with your butt just now." Merrell smiled.

"It's Jim who pushed you out, it's none of my business." Dick blinked and said quite innocently, he firmly refused to admit the crime he committed.

"Jim?" The corner of Merrell's mouth twitched. "Do you have a habit of naming your ass?"

"Actually, half of his ass is called Jim, and the other half is called Juan," Tim said slowly, drinking water.

"Whoa," said Merrell dryly, "that's really interesting." If he was telling the truth.

A few people sat at the dining table and ate supper without saying a word. Merrell lost his appetite long ago. Can he still be expected to have an appetite if he didn't eat a bite of the noodles he tried so hard to make?

Merrell supported his head with one hand, drinking the yogurt one after another, while observing the four brothers calmly.

Suddenly, he realized that these four people had bruised noses and swollen faces. He remembered that they were clearly not there during the day.

Feeling so confused, Merrell asked very naturally: "What's the matter with your injuries?"

The four of them subconsciously straightened their backs. They all forgot about this. They originally planned to go back to the bat cave to treat their wounds after supper. There is a good anti-stasis plaster in the bat cave. The bruising is almost gone.

After all, it was their fault that none of them expected Merrell to be here in the middle of the night.

The four of them looked at each other calmly, and none of them chose to speak immediately. They were waiting for Tim, the smartest detective in the world among them, to come up with a reasonable excuse.

Tim lived up to everyone's expectations and replied: "Didn't Jason get beaten into the police station for speeding the day before yesterday? We were supposed to judge Jason after dinner at night."

Jason didn't want to talk.

"Yes, that's it." Dick nodded vigorously, as expected of a brother he had known for many years, he immediately realized what Tim was going to say. "The gangsters didn't know what to do, so we fought them."

Merrell gasped. Gotham gangs are so crazy?Even dare to fight Wayne?Wait...does he remember that Dick isn't a cop?what is this?Fighting privately?

"So... did you win the battle?"

Damian snorted disdainfully: "Of course, it's just a dozen or so gangsters. In my hands, I can only get beaten."

Jason looked at Damian silently, it was clear that Damian was instantly suppressed by the ninja soldiers.

Seeing Merrell's suspicious gaze, Dick shuddered and explained to Damian: "Hahaha... You know, we live in Wayne Manor, and there are often bad guys who want to kidnap us and threaten Bruce, so we I have learned a few tricks."

"It's always bad to fight, so I didn't ask you to join me."

Merrell nodded knowingly, and couldn't help but feel relieved. Fortunately, they didn't call him, otherwise it would be bad luck to knock on the door and find that he was not in the room at all.

It was no more than seven o'clock on the weekend morning, and Merrell was awakened by a noise outside.

Merrell wiped his face with water casually, and opened the door. Damian passed by the door of Merrell like a gust of wind. The only thing that was so fast was an afterimage. Behind Damian was the dark-faced Tim.

Relying on his 12-year-old body, Damian shuttled through the cracks of the stairs and threw Tim off.

"Damian Wayne, you're a fucking bastard!!" Tim chased, still cursing.

This is the first time Merrell has seen Tim with such a lively expression. Most of the time, Tim is smiling easy-goingly, or playing with his phone silently by himself.

Now Tim's handsome face is blushing, and the flames burning in those blue eyes are called killing horses... oh no, anger.

Seeing that Tim couldn't catch up with him, Damian turned his head and proudly raised his middle finger at Tim, which was only dared to do this before Bruce got up.

"Drake, aren't you afraid? Ha, you were scared off by a small game of breaking through the level." Damian provocatively said happily.

"You wait for me!" Tim sneered, still not forgetting to chase Damian.

Dick was recording with his mobile phone, excitedly recording the fight between Tim and Damian.

"What's the matter?" Merrell asked.

"Damian snuck into Tim's room this morning and took Tim's papers." Dick.

"Is this going to make Tim go after Damian in a rage?"

Dick smiled mysteriously: "No."

"Damian Natim's ID enrolls him boys and girls rush forward."

"..." Merrell was silent. Is this the brotherhood of the Wayne family?

He must maintain his weak personality, otherwise he may be the next person who is registered by boys and girls to rush forward.

Dick stroked his chin and began to think about how to make it up so that Tim would agree to give him the refrigerator after the summit.

When Bruce walked out of the room with a gloomy face after being woken up, he announced that the chase was temporarily over.