The daily life of the popular element male protagonist

People are such creatures that if you don't force them, you don't know what step you can do.

Ivan has lived a life of being taken wherever Bruce went for two days, and his original admiration for his old father has gradually deteriorated with the increase in the frequency of various What, Where, and How written on paper. , he now only has fistful resentment towards his father.

If he hadn't been forbidden to climb the window in the middle of the night, because the punishment would be aggravated, he would have wanted to lie on the glass window of Bruce's room every day, watching his old father sleep.

father!can you sleep !

He can't sleep! ! ! !

But even if he racked his brains and frantically piled up words on the paper, even if he typed a draft in Chinese in his head and then translated it back, the Chinese is so colorful in his mind, no matter how many adjectives, no matter how many parallel sentences, how sincere his thoughts and emotions No matter how enthusiastic it is, it can't match his own translation level.

After turning over and over, several sentences are exactly the same.

Help!

As a result, Ivan's state deteriorated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and everyone who saw him could feel his exhaustion. The adjective rag doll was just right for him.

Bruce raised his head from behind the desk. For the past two days, he has been dealing with the follow-up matters of the Court of Owls. He has blocked all relevant information about the Talon, and he also got ideas from Samantha about the list of members behind the Court of Owls. the answer you want.

In order to prevent the city of Gotham and its residents from living in peace, Bruce decided to adopt the advice of his youngest son after communicating with Ivan.

Give the relevant people some drugs that are good for each other, such as blurring this part of the memory. The effect is probably that they know that they have been arrested in a daze, but they have no memory of who was arrested.

After Barbara took over the underground network of the Owl Court that day, she also completely removed all the materials that could be removed, and then gave it a one-click deletion.

For this, it has a confusing but not very confusing effect, that is, the members of the owl court can only find the ruins of the court when they come here, but there is no way to know what happened in the owl court. Bruce also started to sort out the owl. The harm caused by the members in Gotham, and rank them for easy monitoring and follow-up processing.

It is estimated that the gradual eradication of owls can be achieved within five years.

I always feel that since his youngest son returned, he has more things to deal with, but it is undeniable that the more things he has to deal with, the brighter Gotham's future will be.

Bruce's eyes softened, and the man said to his little son who was lying on the table as if his soul was about to fly away, "Those sharp claws are recovering well, although they may not be very sensitive to the outside world now, but the basic life It’s still manageable.”

Ivan turned his head away, and even stretched out his hands to cover his ears. He now felt that hearing his old father's words was a kind of torture to his brain nerves.

With this attitude, Bruce also sighed helplessly. He didn’t really think that Ivan could write the [-]-word review, but he just wanted the child to remember it long. Now two days have passed. The condition of the little boy has deteriorated visible to the naked eye, and he feels uncomfortable watching it.

"After a period of time, we will decide whether they will stay or not."

Ivan turned his head again at this moment, his head resting on his arm, with a pen in his mouth, and he spoke vaguely, "Isn't father going to keep them?"

Bruce's blue eyes were stained with a kind of melancholy for a moment, "They are dangerous."

He didn't say how to do it, and Ivan didn't pursue it further, "Then when are you going to send them to prison?"

Bruce knew who the 'they' Ivan was talking about now, and sighed helplessly again, "You were always by my side when I was dealing with these things, didn't you notice?"

Ivan shrugged his shoulders, he knew that Bruce was dealing with these things, but he also had his own review to write, and he was almost bald, "No." The black-haired boy said confidently, "I have a headache when I read English recently. "

Bruce shook his head slowly, "In the past five years, but Samantha Vanav has temporarily lost her memory, so she should be able to confuse other owl members for a while."

They took away everything that could be taken away from the owl court that night, including the key material for making sharp claws - Dionysus factor. If this dangerous thing continues to stay here, it will definitely be born a second time soon There is even a third court of owls.

After talking about the matter of the owl court, Ivan lost his spirit again, and he pinched the pen in his mouth again, and the black-haired boy decided to cheer up again.

He sat up straight, lowered his head, pressed the paper carefully, and the tip of the pen smoothly slid across the paper, writing a string of English characters that were not ugly.

Bruce glanced. "You've used that one three times."

Ivan's hand paused suddenly, his eyes that had just regained consciousness lost their brilliance in an instant, and his pupils were filled with gloomy blue. And the small ink dots gathered together.

Immediately, his mouth curled up, and a little red quickly stained the end of his eyes.

Bruce was startled: "...!!!"

Ivan bit his lip, took a deep breath, and said with a nasal tone in his voice, "Father, I want to drink some water." As he spoke, he stood up recklessly, pretending not to see the old man. Father raised his hand, turned around and ran out like a whirlwind.

In the corridor, he almost bumped into Alfred who was delivering coffee. The old butler stood still and watched the black-haired boy run away. Then he turned around and continued to walk steadily to Bruce's study.

The man was sitting behind the desk covering his head, holding a piece of paper that seemed to be written on in his hand, and a pen was neatly placed beside the man's hand.

"Master Bruce." Alfred knocked on the door, then walked in, walked straight to Bruce and put down the coffee, and poured a cup for his master very skillfully, before chatting casually like a family He opened his mouth, "I just met Master Ivan in the corridor."

Bruce's hand covering his head tightened slightly, then he raised the paper in his hand, "Review."

"That's it." The old housekeeper did not take the paper, but pointed out the unkind part of it very objectively, "Although it is deterrent to punish Master Ivan with a review, is [-] words worth it?" Too much?" He just glanced at it lightly, and his eyes were sharpened by the grammar on this piece of paper, which was so neat that people from M country were speechless. If he remembered correctly, Ivan's spoken language now speaks some local words There is no problem with slang, and how to write it is still the same as that written by elementary school children.

Bruce felt even more helpless when he heard Alfred say this, "I thought he would ask Dick or Jason."

Even Tim was once punished to write a self-criticism.

Alfred: "..."

After Ivan ran out of Bruce's study, he regretted it. At that time, he just felt wronged. After running out to calm down for a while, he felt that he was a bit naive, but now he is still sitting there looking at the paper stupidly, trying to squeeze toothpaste. Squeeze out something else.

She also had to face the eyes of her father who might have seen through everything.

The black-haired boy walked up the stairs in a trance with his head drooping, planning to go to the game room on the fourth floor to stay for a while, not to say that he wanted to play games, but the sofa there was very comfortable to lie on, and the game console was considered an electronic device .

As a result, he met Damian who was walking downstairs on the way to the fourth floor. The child put his hands in his pockets, but the whole person sat on the handrail of the stairs, in a gliding posture, with his arms outstretched. It looks very much like a soaring bird, and it looks very cool.

Ivan raised his head and greeted weakly, "Hi, Damian."

Damian's calf suddenly folded, and his whole body was stuck in the middle of the stairs. Then he jumped off the handrail calmly, stood a few steps away from Ivan, and then nodded. "Good afternoon, Ivan."

Ivan didn't feel that there was anything he wanted to tell anyone, so he prepared to continue walking up.

"Speaking of it." Damian seemed to have something to say, and his tone was not good, "I heard that it's been two days, and you've only written [-] words."

Ivan: "..." Almost broke the defense.

The black-haired boy scratched his hair and admitted honestly, "I can't write it. After all, I'm not a mother tongue. My language talent is not even in English."

Damian choked at such a straightforward attitude, then frowned, "Where are you going now?"

Ivan continued to answer, "The game room, I want to be a little far away from the space where my father is, otherwise I think I will really do some not-so-good things." of.

He is not allowed to climb the window, but he is still allowed to climb the bedside table.

Feeling that the conversation between the two of them was almost over, Ivan walked up again. His steps were a bit heavy, as if he was carrying a large stone of hundreds of kilograms on his body, which bent his spine a little more.

Damian looked at the listless look of the man who was about to lie down in a second, curled his lips. After all, when Ivan passed by him, he suddenly found out the things in his pocket that had been in his pocket for a day, and then acted like a lightning bolt. The speed of the ear stuffed things into the opponent's arms.

He lightly jumped onto the handrail again, but this time he was standing and running quickly in a swooping posture and disappeared at the end of the handrail.

Ivan blinked his eyes. He didn't have much defense against the existence of his family, so he didn't stop Damian's hand when it reached out to him. After that, he just felt that a square thing was stuffed into his hand. Damian's figure has disappeared before the brain can give feedback on what is in his hand.

The black-haired boy lowered his head and stood at the stairs, looking at the things in his hands.

The smooth one is the size of his palm, a familiar, modern communication device, commonly known as a mobile phone.

Turning it over gently, the familiar Wayne family crest on the back of the phone reflected a beautiful metallic luster under his movements, and also printed his own pale face.

!!!

Ivan covered his mouth.

Damian!are you an angel ! !

The author has something to say:

Angel rice!

Let me talk about it here, because I saw the comments from the cuties, I will write the episode of the smaller Ivan, and I will also write the episode of the short adventure of the Bat family going to Western Fantasy, but they are all after the end of the main text, don’t worry Ha, very soon, you can see how much I am changing every day... It's coming soon

感谢在2022-07-1901:38:51~2022-07-1921:11:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Takitsuki 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：岑沙40瓶；宇宙大魔王20瓶；盈盈16瓶；皮卡丘10瓶；咕哒子9瓶；朱雀绯色、莱格泰斯顿5瓶；姒月3瓶；bb2瓶；尚早的阳光、鹤白、我是昵称~1瓶；