The daily life of the popular element male protagonist

The guest was John Constantine, and to be honest, Bruce never thought that there would be a time when he would have such anticipation for Constantine's arrival.

It was this text message from Constantine that made him escape from an inexplicable atmosphere.

Since there are going to be guests at home, even though he is a friend of his father and has been a guest at home before, but considering that it is not yet the usual dinner time, Alfred still started to prepare.

Ivan volunteered to help, and Jason also ran out from the training room to help.

Alfred also welcomed the two of them helping in the kitchen, and Mr. Housekeeper actually liked this kind of interaction.

Ivan took a knife to re-cut the chicken leg in his hand. It was a technique Alfred taught him before, which could pile up all the meat on the chicken leg to the top, leaving only the chicken bone below.

The black-haired boy moved very quickly. Of course, this level of work is not difficult for him. Jason stood side by side with him. The young man only wore a black T-shirt with sleeves reaching above his arms, which he had recently exercised. The muscles agitated slightly following the movements of the young man's hands.

"What do I think?" Ivan turned his head and glanced, "Jason, are your muscles... a little stronger?"

Jason raised his eyebrows proudly.

Alfred also turned his head slightly when he heard the words. His subordinates were still kneading the dough and preparing to make tonight's apple pie. "Master Jason's last physical examination showed that he weighed almost two hundred pounds."

Ivan's eyes widened in surprise, and then he was a little curious, "But Jason always eats at home, and the appetite is also..." Ivan stopped his words, he remembered that Jason took him to Eat burgers, and so much pizza that night.

Maybe a certain person said that he went out every day to fight criminals and expand their territory, but in fact he went out to steal food.

Stealing without him!

The blade in Ivan's hand flashed, and he felt that his family relationship with Jason seemed to be in jeopardy.

Jason: "..."

Jason felt that the atmosphere was not right, and quickly changed the subject of betraying his brother: "Dick eats the same food and weighs 175 pounds. Am I five centimeters taller than him?"

Ivan thought for a while, but he didn't care about the weight of his family members. After all, if his physical condition is good or not, he just needs to check his mental strength. Other very specific data are nothing to him.

After a brief exchange, the guests of Wayne's family also officially came to the door, and he drove the car.

A little familiar.

At least for Bruce.

The man silently looked at the car whose front had been deformed almost two days ago, very helpless, "Are you back from hell?"

Who knew that Konstantin really leaned on the car door after getting out of the car, took out the lighter and lit a cigarette for himself, and nodded after he exhaled a puff, "You're right." Hell back.

The man's condition looked very bad, his face was as pale as Ivan's, his hair was messed up, his clothes were torn, and he exuded an unspeakable stench.

It looks like the kind of haggard that needs to be pressed on a hospital bed.

They even looked like they were devouring food, and the Wayne family didn't care about it. What kind of scene did they go out to be a vigilante? It's like a person who just came back from hell eats too fast. Just a little bit.

What happened after the meal was the real topic, that is, about Constantine's treatment.

Ivan has always been a person who considers patients very much. He will provide all the treatment methods he can provide for patients to choose by themselves.

In fact, it is to choose a long time with little pain, or a short time with great pain.

This man who was older than Bruce wiped his unshaven beard, his cheeks, which were rosy from the food, trembled, his eyes were slightly red, and he took another puff of the cigarette.

Afterwards, he took half of the cigarette out of his mouth and put it out in the ashtray that Alfred handed over.

The man's voice was hoarse, "Healing... I mean, will I lose my magic?"

Ivan shook his head, "No, it's just a treatment. Magic is not a deficiency or a disease."

Then the man let out a chuckle.

Ivan intuited that there must be many stories about this man, but now is obviously not a good time to ask the story, "So what kind of treatment does Uncle John want? I recommend the one that lasts longer and causes less pain. Your condition is also quite serious. Yes, you just had dinner."

Now here are Alfred, Bruce, Constantine and Ivan four people, it can be considered for the privacy and safety of Constantine.

Constantine was shocked by Uncle John's yell, and his previous memory suddenly came back. The man felt his head hurt, and he couldn't help stretching out his hand to cover his forehead, "How long will it take to go faster?"

He won't stay in Gotham for a long time, and the long-term recuperation is not suitable for him. Besides, he already has some clues about the traces of the demons that appeared in Gotham this time, but the poor state will make him very embarrassed. After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to give it a try.

If it takes a long time, he may choose to give up this opportunity.

"If it's quick, it will be one day." The effect is quick, but the pain is great. After all, Constantine is not simply a physical problem, but also a spiritual one. "Or a little slower, just drink the medicine three or four times, and then spread it out."

Looking at the man's face, the black-haired boy knew that he still hadn't changed his mind, but he still didn't give up. "How about starting tomorrow? You just had dinner."

"Is there any conflict between eating dinner and taking medicine?" Constantine frowned.

"Ah, no." Ivan nodded his chin, "It's just that the potion doesn't taste very good, and I'm afraid you'll vomit."

The memories of Constantine flooded his mind again. The taste of the potion was indeed hard to describe. Could it be that the potion tailored to treat his condition was much worse than the previous bottle?

Seeing that he couldn't persuade anyone, Ivan could only sigh and went to the kitchen to set up a pot. By the way, he also boiled his own share. The two pots looked weird and were bubbling potions. Standing side by side on the stove, Ivan stirred the pot twice with a spoon, but after thinking about it, he still didn't feel that he needed to be radical.

He cured these people in this world, that is to say, Barbara and Constantine chose the method of immediate results. Barbara was only injured on the physical level and still hurt for so long. I hope that Harry will have a little crisis in the future. Awareness, don't be too aggressive.

Walking with the cup in hand, he drank his potion for today. Ivan savored the bitterness as usual, and then stuffed another cup of potion belonging to Constantine into the uncle's hand.

"That is, do you want to..."

How much Konstantin hesitated before deciding to try the treatment, and how quickly he drank the medicine now. Before Ivan finished his reminder, he had already finished drinking, and then saw the back of his hand with veins popping out but Still insisting on putting the cup back on the coffee table.

Ivan: "Another place?"

They are now in an empty room in the bat cave, and there is only a sofa and simple furnishings such as carpets. After all, it is not as comfortable as a soft bed, especially since the medicine has a long time to work.

The man's face was still grim because of the smell of the potion one second, and his face was distorted in the next second. His hands almost subconsciously grasped his neckline, and all ten fingers were relentlessly exerting force. , The fingertips holding the clothes turned white.

This is no longer what Ivan needs to face directly. After all, he is a friend of his father, so he still needs to save some face.

So Ivan found a similar distance, turned around, sat down and swiped his phone.

Bruce was already familiar with this, he moved all the sharp furniture around him, and then silently watched the man's trembling hands trembling into the coat.

Tremblingly, he took out the cigarette case that had been shaken into a sieve.

Bruce: "..."

Bruce sighed, knelt down in front of Konstantin, then took a cigarette from his pack and stuffed it into the man's fingertip.

Constantine was already drenched in sweat at this moment, and he felt pain even raising his eyelids, so he could only use his remaining rationality to nod vaguely, and then stuffed the unlit cigarette into the mouth.

In the end, he fell powerlessly to the ground, his teeth still clenched on the cigarette butt.

Alfred lowered his eyes. Everyone in the Wayne family, including him, chose a slightly longer treatment method when they were treated by Ivan. He also heard that Barbara recovered in a short period of time. Bruce mentioned it, but he didn't witness it with his own eyes. It must be just a concept in his heart, far from the intuition of being on the spot.

Mr. Butler's fingers tightened slightly, but he also turned around, and he stood beside Ivan. He was very glad that Master Bruce didn't choose a quick treatment method at that time.

Noticing Alfred's arrival, Ivan raised his head in a daze, met Mr. Steward's gaze, couldn't help but bend his eyes and parted his mouth to show a smile, "Maybe Batman won't be able to watch the night tonight. "

Alfred shook his head, "It's okay, Gotham doesn't need Batman every day." He paused, "Besides, I believe Master Dick and the others can always figure out a way."

For example, pretending to be Batman, it is estimated that when Constantine came, the group of children were already competing with each other.

For whom to play Batman.

A sound of vomiting that could not be ignored came from behind, and Alfred froze.

Ivan heard it too, but he just shook his head, "So it means tomorrow can't do it?" The pain of this intensity is just after dinner, and it's only a ghost if he doesn't vomit.

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Before 0 o'clock there are...

Tonight's bat cubs are having friendly exchanges about who is pretending to be BAT.

他们并不在意身形性别到底对不对，他们只在乎他们能不能穿上制服开BAT的车感谢在2022-07-0121:30:25~2022-07-0218:18:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Yayoi, Xiaoyang Xiaoyang, and Catch a Bat; 5 bottles of Dai Liu, Xianxian's Waist; 1 bottle of Crane White;