The daily life of the popular element male protagonist

At six o'clock in the morning, Ivan opened his eyes. He rubbed his messy hair, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, walked to the window and opened all the curtains and windows.

The slightly cool wind blowing in with dew seemed to wake up Ivan's slightly confused head,

The temperature in May will not be very low or particularly high, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

After washing up in a good mood, he opened the door and went downstairs. The Wayne family's house is very large and empty. Even though it seems that there are currently 7 permanent residents, unless everyone gets together, it will still look a little deserted. .

There will be a famous painting a few steps away on the wall of the corridor. Ivan doesn't know much about art, but the aesthetics are not bad. At least he thinks the paintings hanging are very beautiful.

Alfred was making breakfast in the kitchen. Ivan knocked lightly on the kitchen door, causing the butler to turn around subconsciously. Seeing that it was Ivan, the corner of his mouth slightly hooked.

"Good morning, Master Ivan."

Ivan walked into the kitchen, first saw Jason sitting obediently on the side of the small dining table in the kitchen, and then moved to the edge of the stove, "Good morning, Alfred, is there anything I can do to help? "

Alfred frowned slightly. He probably knew that it was rare for this kid from the Wayne family not to cause any disaster in the kitchen. After all, Jason still had meat on his face after eating his food for two weeks, but Thinking about the taste of the potion that this person made (this can be seen from the distorted facial features after drinking the potion), he is not so sure.

"Instead of helping me, Master Ivan, I think you should add a coat to yourself." The temperature in Gotham in May is pleasant, but this is for ordinary people. That's not what his face said, but even though he said so, the housekeeper still gave way to a seat, "If possible, Master Ivan, would you know how to fry eggs?"

"I'm not cold." After Ivan retorted in a low voice, he happily took over the vacant seat, and skillfully picked up the pot. He turned around and opened the refrigerator to get eggs, "How many eggs do you want to fry?"

"Three." Alfred turned over the muffins in the pan, "Master Bruce slept very late last night, and he will wake up later today. As for Master Tim and Master Damian, Tim The young master was writing his thesis late last night, and the young master Damian..." Mr. Butler turned sideways, put the muffins on a plate, and then skillfully continued to fry the next one, "His summer vacation starts today."

Ivan nodded, remembering that he had talked to Bruce about Jason last night. After all, he had always been a little curious about who buried Jason's body in such an ordinary cemetery. If he wanted to desecrate the body , then there is no need to bury the name inscription in the cemetery, just throw it in the wilderness.

In this regard, Bruce just asked about the location of the cemetery, and then said that he would investigate this matter, and he would definitely investigate it clearly before changing the subject.

Now, Ivan pretended that he didn't know that the family came back at four o'clock in the morning, and accepted some of Alfred's hints on the face, but he knew in his heart that they should investigate according to the location of the cemetery he provided. up.

Soft and delicious muffins, fried crispy bacon and eggs are rich in taste, and finally topped with some bear honey, served with freshly squeezed juice to relieve the greasy.

It was so delicious that Ivan's mood rose several degrees. Jason was obviously very satisfied with the muffins. The muffins in front of him had been cut by Alfred thoughtfully. What the young boy needed to do was to use a fork to cut The muffin is forked and brought into the mouth.

However, considering that it is a sharp object, Ivan is still a little careful.

Now the 15-year-old boy took a bite of the muffin with a fork, and his cheeks immediately swelled up and down as he chewed, looking cute.

Sure enough, in this family, Alfred knew everyone very well. Although Damian was the first among them to come downstairs, it was really already eleven o'clock. While yawning, he threw himself on the sofa in the living room, his whole body was covered with irritability.

At that time, Ivan was sitting side by side with Jason on the sofa watching TV. It was a rebroadcast of the morning news. It said that the clown planned an event to escape from the madhouse last night, but it was just halfway through, and people were still sitting. On the fence of the lunatic asylum, the lights of the Batmobile illuminated his face.

Nightwing stabbed the man down with his kari.

It can be said that the clown was locked up again in this way, but it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and then it was said that the Batmobile had been locked in place until three o'clock in the morning. appearing again.

No one knows what happened to Arkham last night.

Ivan looked at the Batmobile's receding tail and the car exhaust in the news, as well as the portrait of the clown's big head frozen in the final frame, and sighed faintly, "It's indeed Gotham."

Damian turned over. The child's skin was a healthy wheat color, and those green eyes looked over with a look that Ivan couldn't see through, but he didn't say anything.

Jason's emotions became intense, especially after the clown's headshot took up half of the TV screen, the little boy stood up from the sofa almost instantly, his face flushed red and even his hands on both sides of his body They were all squeezed into fists.

Then, under Ivan's worried eyes, he turned around and ran towards the gate.

Ivan: "..."

Ivan hurriedly supported the back of the sofa to stand up and chase after him, obviously!I have only taken the medicine for ten days, how could I have such a physical reaction!He was only checked this morning, it shouldn't be at this level!

Damian followed closely behind, and he ran much faster than Ivan. In the blink of an eye from Ivan, Damian caught up with Jason, and the two young boys fought together instantly. Encore doesn't have the idea of ​​giving in to anyone who is weak, but he still has a little sense of propriety.

Grab, fly kick.

Tumbling, boxing.

Jason was soon at a disadvantage because of his special state, but at this time he showed a fierceness beyond ordinary people. No matter how suppressed he was, he gritted his teeth and persisted.

Alfred, who heard the movement, stood at the door holding a small shovel, frowning enough to trap flies.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Ivan gritted his teeth immediately. If he couldn't stop the two cubs with his skill of beating the monster with a staff, it would be unreasonable.

The black-haired boy joined the battle with a pale face.

By the time the other members of the Wayne family woke up from their sleep and rushed downstairs, Jason was already in Ivan's arms and sitting on the sofa, while Damian was standing beside him with his hands in his arms. Chest panting.

However, the furnishings near the door in the living room, especially the large porcelain vase that is as tall as a person, has been broken, and the seemingly very expensive porcelain pieces are scattered on the carpet, which shows that what happened here just now.

Ivan: "Cough cough cough cough!!!"

Bruce was still wearing a nightgown, and the slippers on his feet were all reversed. Seeing this scene, he raised his eyebrows quite unexpectedly, and he put his questioning eyes on Damian.

The child noticed the look in his father's eyes, and turned his face away stubbornly.

Dick, who arrived later, didn't even have shoes on. He was still on the stairs, and he let out a series of exclamations, "Oh my God! What happened here?!"

"Oh my God! Ian, are you okay?! What happened to Little Wing?!"

Damian was even angrier.

Ivan: "Cough cough cough, actually cough cough cough!" Hey!The black-haired boy raised his hand and patted Jason's back, then realized that he had made a mistake, and subconsciously rubbed it for the child.

Jason: "..." I couldn't struggle.

It's all his body's fault, such a blocking action that can't be regarded as a contest is a bit exhausting for his current body, if the ultimate move is just to subdue it.

Alfred also came out of the kitchen at this time. The gardener's outfit on Mr. Housekeeper's body had not been changed, and he was holding a tray with cups and teapots in his hand.

Dick took the tray in Alfred's hand, walked quickly to the side of the sofa, put down the tray, raised his arm, made a slight gesture, and then hugged Jason's Ivan coughing loudly. Hugged her arms tightly from behind.

Ivan: "...cough, cough, cough, hiccup!" No, what is this brother doing!

Dick: "Calm down!"

Ivan: "... cough cough cough!" Do you see him calm down? !

Bruce had already walked up to Ivan. He looked at his stupid eldest son with some inexplicable words, then looked at the still stubborn Damian comfortingly, and then squatted down, gently persuading him.

Alfred looked at the reversed shoes on his young master's feet, then at Tim who was coming downstairs, and sighed, "Master Jason seems to have been stimulated to go out just now. Chong, Master Jason resisted when Master Damian stopped them." He paused for a moment, and there was a little surprise in his tone, "In the end, Master Ivan stopped them."

At this age, he has never seen many of those demeanors holding one with one hand. It seems that this young master hides no less secrets than other people in this family.

Their voices were not deliberately lowered, and of course everyone present heard them.

Ivan nodded while coughing, "Yes! Cough cough!"

Dick: "Hiss—" Ian's head hit his jaw!

Bruce also heard some tricks, he stood up, and opened his mouth to Damian silently.

Damian's eyes flickered when he saw it, and then he moved his lips silently.

Bruce's eyes froze, and he read Damian's lips.

The Joker.

The author has something to say:

The most serious thing now, isn't it that you want to explain why the young master fights so hard?