The daily life of the popular element male protagonist

There is a legend in Gotham that Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham, has a very close relationship with Batman, and among Bruce's scandal objects, Batman also occupies a powerful page.

This is not without reason. It is said that the Justice League is supported by Wayne's family, and this sponsorship was introduced by Batman, because Batman was one of Bruce Wayne's first... ahem, sponsorship.

The specific manifestation is that every time Batman fights criminals to cause losses, Wayne Enterprises will always rush to clean up the mess and pay for it at the end. Regardless of the reason why Bruce Wayne is a good person who likes to do charity, lace journalists can The only thing that comes to mind is that there is a face that is enough to fascinate the Gotham baby under the skinny bat leather jacket.

as now.

Yesterday, the window of Room 302 where Ivan and Jason were staying was broken by Robin and criminals who stayed up late at night and danced on the roof. It was accompanied by a broken chair and broken glass that needed to be cleaned. It was obviously vandalism, and Mrs. Wood, the landlord, would certainly not pay for it.

When Ivan was thinking about paying out of his own pocket, the staff of Wayne Enterprises knocked on the door of 302. After explaining their purpose, the three staff quickly surveyed the scene, and within half an hour they called someone to help them reset The windows were installed and a chair was lost.

In the end, Ivan was even given a small amount of spiritual compensation.

in the form of a check.

Ivan: "Do you need identification for this check?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the staff of Wayne Enterprises who was in charge of communication took out a wad of cash from his pocket, "If you need this, it's okay."

Ivan took over a wad of cash in a complicated mood. Actually, it was not a lot, one thousand dollars, but for those who lived in a rental house, this one thousand dollars was not a small amount of money.

It can also be seen that Wayne Enterprises has a lot of money.

"If there is any need for help in the future." The person in charge skillfully handed out his business card, "You can contact me."

"Hmm." Ivan took the business card, the name on it was still a bit difficult for him, but he naturally skipped this step, "You are an employee of Wayne Enterprises, have you met your boss?"

The black-haired boy put the business card aside, and casually fiddled with the flowers in the small vase on the table.

It was a brightly colored rose. Although there was only one rose in the vase, it would not hinder its beauty.

The person in charge's eyes were attracted by the unique combination of the young man's pale fingers and the bright red rose for a moment, then he looked away, and when he looked at the young man in front of him again, his eyes became a little erratic.

There's also a slight pomp in his tone of voice, "Oh, my boss, Bruce Wayne, he's a good guy."

Ivan tilted his head and thought for a while, "He is indeed a good person." After all, not everyone will give away money like the God of Wealth, "Then if I encounter something difficult to solve."

"Oh, of course, you can also ask Mr. Wayne for help. He has sponsored many people." The person in charge slightly opened the corner of his mouth, and took out his mobile phone very naturally, "I can give you..."

After sending away the philanthropist's subordinates who were in a trance, Ivan looked at the contact information he had just obtained, sat back at the table, and then pulled out the bright red rose from the vase, and took the rose back with him with a flip of his hand storehouse.

Okay, now that I got the contact information, the black-haired boy squinted his beautiful blue eyes and began to think about how to notify the parents of Wayne's family to pick up his little bird. By the way, he also had to consider getting Mr. Wayne's consent. He continued to administer drugs of unknown origin to his birds.

Bruce Wayne grew up in Gotham, the capital of crime. His family took root here and grew up here. His childhood experience told him that this city is both beautiful and dangerous.

The self-confessed superiors and the defined inferiors are crowded on a piece of land, and the weak are bullied but powerless.

He put on tights, a cape, and a mask derived from the bats he was afraid of when he was a child, and walked the streets of Gotham at night, stopping evil and saving the city.

He's been through enough.

"Ahem, Master Bruce." Mr. Butler, whose hair has been dyed white by frost and snow, slowly bent down towards Bruce, and put a glass of milk in the hand of Gotham's richest man, "If my Eyes are right, it's meal time."

Bruce, who was clicked, frowned and raised his head. His eyes paused for a moment on the white drink in the transparent glass, and then he left as if nothing had happened. At the same time, he did not put down the mobile phone in his hand.

"Afu is right, Bruce." The first person sitting on Bruce's left is a young man with black hair and blue eyes. He has short hair and a handsome face. At this moment, there is a smile on his face, blue The color of honey was flowing in his eyes. He nodded to Mr. Butler who also put the milk in front of him, but he didn't intend to touch it. "It's easy to send the food to the It went in the nose~"

"Take care of yourself, Grayson, so that father won't make such a mistake." The black-haired and blue-eyed boy raised his head, his eyes were a little fierce, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction.

Then a glass of milk was placed in front of him.

The little boy pursed his lips and turned his face away.

"Ah Fu, can I have coffee?" The other teenager at the dining table also looked about seventeen or eighteen, his bangs were scattered on his forehead, shaking with the slight turning of his head when he spoke, looking like Very soft, he even yawned again as he spoke.

"Forgive me, Master Timothy." The white-haired butler slowly put down a glass of milk beside the young man who seemed to have stayed up late, "If you still feel sleepy, then I think what you need is a soft bed , not coffee."

The answer to him was naturally the other party's vague answer, just no longer asking for coffee, but as the housekeeper of the Wayne family, Alfred was sure that the third young master would continue to linger with his coffee after dinner.

Bruce is used to the small-scale bickering that occurs every time at the dinner table. This is the annoyance of too many children in the family, but it is also a sweet annoyance. He skillfully ignores the words between the elders and the sons, his eyes still Look at the message just sent in the phone.

Bruce's personal contact information is difficult to obtain. After all, he is the richest man in Gotham. As a superior person on the surface, his social status is unusual, and it is normal for him to have difficult contact information.

Bruce's personal contact information is easy to obtain. After all, he is the richest man in Gotham. As long as some wealthy people inquire about it, it is normal for them to obtain contact information easily.

The message goes like this.

【Dear Mr. Bruce Wayne, your son is in my hands now. If you want to see him, we can meet and discuss in a secret place. Please reply when you receive it. Time waits for no one. 】

A strong smell of fraudulent text messages came over the surface. Although Bruce didn't see what the person on the other side said to bring, it is well known that the richest man in Gotham has always given checks or swiped his credit card. Speaking, Bruce felt that the other party might be a novice, and there were some grammatical errors.

After reading the text message again, Bruce turned his phone upside down. He was not going to reply, but he still needed to investigate the fact that he could get Bruce Wayne's private contact information, after having a late breakfast.

"So." The black-haired young man leaned over slightly, he ignored his youngest brother's sharp eyes, and was still curious, "What exactly is it?"

"Fraudulent SMS." Bruce took a sip of milk, his facial expression remained unchanged, and his blue eyes, which were exactly the same as those of the black-haired youth, were tired.

"Wow~" The charming eyes of the eldest son of the Wayne family widened instantly. He seemed to have discovered a new world, and his emotions suddenly rose. "Is it a fraudulent text message? It is the kind of high-value overseas consumption that falls into the trap of being scammed." speech?"

"If there is such a text message." The sleepy Tim with drooping eyelids and drooping head slowly cut the fried egg on the plate with a knife and fork, "I will think it's not a fraudulent text message, maybe it's one of Bruce's girlfriends for a week I went overseas to relax." The young man paused, "Of course, if you bought an elephant, you need to be suspicious."

Bruce sighed insignificantly, but this is not something that needs to be kept secret, "The text message said that my son is in his hands and invited me to meet."

One of Alfred's eyebrows raised slightly, "So, is the Wayne family welcoming a new member soon?"

The youngest in the family was instantly alert.

"I'll investigate." Whether it was fraud or something else, Bruce put down his knife and fork and stood up.

Alfred put his hand to his lips and coughed lightly. Bruce's tall back, who had already left his seat, froze for a moment, then his pace quickened, and he disappeared into the restaurant.

Mr. Butler glanced at the three children of the Wayne family who wanted to follow their father and sneak out of their seats with disapproving eyes. After all, there is no man who can grow up to be like his father, and the children who can't resist Mr. Butler's gaze have sat down again. Body, continue to be friends with the dining table.

The Wayne family's late breakfast was as usual.

And Ivan was squatting on the sofa, staring at the page of the phone with his brows tightly locked. He waited for a long time without waiting for a reply. He turned his head and looked at Jason, who was sitting on the sofa obediently, staring at Bruce Wayne's photo in a daze as always, and fell into thought. among.

Sure enough, he is not a brain school?Being able to kill the system is already the highest point of his strategy.

"It seems that your father didn't believe my nonsense." The black-haired boy said angrily, "Why doesn't he believe it?!"

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