The daily life of the popular element male protagonist

I can’t sleep in the previous room for the time being, but fortunately, the butler of the Wayne House will clean all the rooms every day, saying that it is in case of emergencies, so there is no such thing as sharing a bed with the brothers.

although.

Dick waved his hand, "I actually welcome Ian very much."

"Come on." Jason shook his hair, "With your sleeping appearance, I'm worried that Ivan will kill you unconsciously in the middle of the night."

Ivan raised his hand, "Although I'm a bit vigilant, I'm not that vicious." He paused, "If it's really too much, I'll at most tie him up and throw him down."

Tim shook his head. He left the team first. He didn't have any special ideas. He just had to go to the Batcave to deal with the follow-up matters. I always felt that after having the elf night light, the workload seemed to increase?

Barbara is also staying today, and she also has her own room in Wayne House.

In short, there is a good sleeping space between each other, except for Bruce and Damian, Tim who just went to deal with the follow-up, and maybe Alfred who always handed Bruce coffee.

Ah, probably.

Ivan doesn't have the physique to recognize a bed, but after sleeping on the soft mattress of the same style as the Wayne Hotel room, he still feels that ordinary beds are not particularly comfortable to sleep on.

Sure enough, man is a very magical creature. In just a few months, his body has formed a memory, and he is completely corroded by the enjoyment of life brought by money without hindrance.

Because there were new things to do, Bruce rarely pursued for so many 5 minutes the next morning, and even appeared in the kitchen early in the morning.

Ivan dropped his fork in shock.

In the current Wayne house, only Alfred and Ivan insist on appearing in the kitchen together at six o'clock in the morning to prepare and eat breakfast together.

The unexpected arrival of Bruce obviously also surprised the old housekeeper. This old man who has always been elegant and peaceful even stood up from his chair immediately, half of his eyebrows were raised high, "Master?"

The man yawned, his tone sounded a bit confused, his eyes, known as the treasures of Gotham, were half-closed, and he looked as if he was sleepwalking.

Ivan raised his eyebrows, seeing that the man walked into the kitchen with disordered footsteps but his figure was still stable, and sat down beside him, while Alfred also got up to prepare breakfast for the person he rarely saw at this time.

"Today you will definitely amaze everyone." The black-haired boy said so, and conveniently stuffed a bottle of potion for his confused but still good-looking father.

The touch of the crystal bottle was familiar and strange, but the cold temperature still made the man lower his head and take a look, and then he took a look at his son.

"The word stunning is not used in this way." The man's deep voice revealed his persistence.

"OK." Ivan shrugged his shoulders and continued to struggle with the breakfast on the plate, "Energy Potion."

Bruce looked down at the potion bottle in his hand again, and finally pulled off the cap and drank the potion. Unexpectedly, it didn't have the terrible taste of the usual potion, on the contrary it was a A slightly sweet taste similar to the combination of lemon and mint. After drinking it, the man felt a chilling sensation instantly swept over his mind, and his originally heavy body was instantly filled with strength.

He can now go to the training room and do the whole day's training at once.

After waking up, Bruce looked down at the empty potion bottle in his hand, and Ivan reached out and took the potion bottle back very naturally.

"There are no craftsmen who produce potion bottles in this world. I don't want to keep engraving magic patterns on the bottles." The boy flipped his palm and stopped his father, who knew what he was thinking at a glance, from saying, "Because I used to drink it often, so I have adjusted the recipe and taste, is the taste not bad?"

He didn't know that he looked a little proud at the moment, like a little bird who overwhelmed the other brothers puffing up their chests and begging their parents for praise.

Bruce's expression also softened, and the man nodded, "Yes, the taste is very good, I think..."

"You don't want to." Little Bird withdrew his expression in an instant, "Father, you said that you should not rely too much on potions, and although there are no side effects, excessively squeezing the body for a long time will still make people's spirits go wrong. "When you rest, you should take a good rest. Things like potions can only be used in emergencies.

The person who said that lost his memory as if he had forgotten the past that he had survived for several years in the previous world by relying on energy potions.

"Compared to this, it's better to take a good rest, such as taking a nap every day or something."

Alfred moved quickly. He appeared on the stage with bacon and fried eggs, and the old butler neatly placed the plate in front of Bruce, "With all due respect, Master Bruce, what Master Ivan said is very reasonable, every day An hour's nap in the middle of the day will obviously help with activities in the afternoon and evening, especially if you're a father of several."

Ivan nodded in agreement, and very positively echoed Mr. Butler's words, "My body is 18!"

Bruce moved his hand holding the knife and fork. The man didn't want to admit his misconception that he was 'lack of energy', "I'm only 35 years old." And he is really in good health now, and he has been recuperated, whether it is strength or thinking They are all in peak condition, much better than before, and he even wants to increase the amount of training because of this.

"But I'm already 18." Ivan was unmoved.

After all, the victory of this war without gunpowder belongs to those who have the decisive evidence. Bruce, who recovered his spirit, turned to talk to Ivan about the island's defense system.

He rarely talks about this kind of thing, after all, Batman obviously believes in his own experience more than the children who still need to grow up in his eyes.

Ivan was not ambiguous either. He told Bruce again what he had said to the other little birds at home last night. He didn't care whether Bruce knew or not, he just knew that if Bruce asked, he would answer.

The man expressed his affirmation to Ivan's idea. After all, after the island's defense system has been breached several times, this is no longer a simple matter that can be easily solved by sewing and patching.

He also called Thalia last night, and the woman on the other side admitted to the assassin without any hesitation. She even said that she was just standing in the perspective of a mother, wanting to see the size of her child's brother.

The man also warned Thalia and the Assassin Alliance behind her not to try to attack Ivan again, but this woman who is extremely controlling and stubborn in some aspects did not agree.

Although it is not a secret that Ivan's strength is in the Wayne family, the outside world does not know about it. Even if the assassin from last night was sent back to report, it will only increase Thalia's vigilance.

From top to bottom, the group of the Assassin League basically has nothing to say. They only stick to what they believe in and fulfill what they think. Just because they have warned Talia countless times not to have any more ideas about Damian, this The lady still insists on letting the assassins assassinate Damian every year.

Seeing his handsome father holding a fork and thinking about the poached eggs on the plate, Ivan still ate the small potatoes in a leisurely manner.

There are only so many little potatoes, and Alfred specially left them for him.

"The idea is good, how long will it take to implement it?" Bruce finally recovered.

Ivan ate the last bite of small potatoes, "It didn't take long, the magic circle was drawn, it's just that the preliminary preparations will be longer." The black-haired boy explained, "Although it can't reach the large area of ​​the elves, Wayne I can do it, but the materials used to engrave the magic circle also need to be processed separately. After that, I can use magic gems to maintain its operation, just like the magic gems on my staff, one can last for 50 years "He suddenly paused while talking, "It would be great if I could find other magic gems in this world, but I always feel that I have no idea if I can use one less."

That was really a no-brainer.

So Bruce doesn't really trust these things that are not brought about by training or learning or technology. Although they are amazing and useful, they always feel like foreign objects.

Of course, it would be another matter if this foreign object could be fully controlled by him.

"In terms of authority, it's the same as last time. When the magic circle is engraved, use your father's blood to make a contract." After discussing the deployment, Ivan still wants to fight for more opportunities for his Scarecrow Legion. After all, The magic lines of those magic attacks are all engraved on them, so he has to use them no matter what to pay the hard work of engraving them on the ground, "Just, scarecrow..."

"I'll turn down some permissions." Bruce stuffed the fried egg into his mouth, "but this is just for the nearest defense."

The corner of Ivan's mouth curled up slightly, "Of course, father~" The black-haired boy became visibly happy, "Speaking of which, Uncle John didn't come yesterday, so I still care a little bit."

Bruce nodded, "He needs a little time." The man looked at his youngest son with blue eyes. He knew that the child's experience was very ups and downs, and his way of dealing with the world was fine, but he still couldn't help but want to teach him He has more things, "Konstantin needs to make his own choice."

"Even for treatment?"

"Even for therapy."

"Alfred~ I want to eat a hamburger." The yawning young man poked a head in from the kitchen door, and the conspicuous white hair on his forehead was dangling in response to the owner's turning of the head. It looked a little cute .

Then the owner of the head saw the three of them sitting at the small dining table, having breakfast peacefully.

Bruce frowned slightly for an instant, and he said disapprovingly, "I eat hamburgers in the morning, Jason, you..."

Jason's frightened eyes instantly appeared, and his pupils shrank a little because of the fright. The young man opened his mouth, and coughed in the next second.

He tried his best to get his words to the kitchen with the attitude of insisting on speaking even when he was choking on saliva.

"Ahem! Ha! B... Straw... Cough, poison!"

Ivan: "..."

Ivan: "My scarecrow is not loaded with poison."

Jason raised his hand and pinched his cheek, "Qing... cough cough! Wake up! Wake up!! Cough cough cough."

Bruce: "..."

Alfred: "..."