[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

"Clean yourself up."

As Oliver walked past the sofa, he spoke to the teenager nestled on it, arms folded and chin resting on his knees in a daze.

The other party pretended not to hear, and he stared at the TV advertisement, as if his father's voice could be covered by the sound of the muted TV.

Oliver could only see his messy hair swirling, if it wasn't for the flick of his slender eyelashes, he really couldn't tell that Connor heard what he said.

—Obviously, this is a gesture of resistance.

Oliver walked up to him, and before the 16-year-old could stop him, he turned off the TV and threw the remote control on the sofa in front of Connor.

The remote control board bounced a few times, hitting Connor's calf.

But the latter didn't even blink, just raised his head and glanced at him indifferently.

"Did you hear what I said," Oliver warned, "go and change your clothes."

Connor glanced at him irritably, and put his arm down: "Is anyone coming?"

He didn't even change his movements, as if the guests at home had nothing to do with him, he was going to take root on the sofa and grow mushrooms, and Oliver had better stay away from him, it was good for them both.

"I've said that, I'm not interested in these things," Connor said darkly, "how you entertain women is your business, don't mess with me."

As he said it, Oliver knew he was wrong.

Although he recognized Connor back, Oliver was still that playboy, spending all day with women and at the same time unable to break the habit of bringing them home.

But now it's different, there is an extra boy in the family, Connor Hawke...

The biological mother was abandoned by Oliver, a 16-year-old teenager who grew up in a monastery.

Oliver has heard their evaluation of Connor from others, he is a peaceful and gentle boy.

But in front of him, it is not like this at all. He has a strange temperament, he is too alienated from his relatives, and his eyes are full of resistance and indifference.

If only Roy was here... He couldn't help but think that Roy always knew how to make Connor happy, and with him around, Connor would at least pay him more attention.

"...It's not a woman this time." Oliver said, he stared into Connor's eyes, but the other party looked away indifferently, unwilling to meet him, "Our family may have a new member. "

He saw Connor's blue eyes froze, and an unbelievable emotion surged up, but quickly disappeared like an ebb.

The boy who had just passed his 16th birthday tried to be calm, but his body trembled uncontrollably, as if he was on the verge of an emotional outburst.

"What did you say?" Connor sat up straight, looking around at Oliver, "I don't..."

Oliver repeated it patiently: "I said, our family is about to have a new member."

As if in response to his words, the figure of Leisa holding a boy suddenly appeared in front of Connor.

It was a bewildered, green-eyed, innocent little fellow, who only reached their Russian butler's waist, and his black hair was disheveled, making his whole face more delicate and lovely, just like the ones Connor saw in the shops The doll-like...

But he didn't feel any closeness, just a twisted sense of betrayal.

As if aware of Connor's gaze, the other party's little hand clenched the butler's hand even more tightly, as if he was nervous.

He could almost see his embarrassment in the other's eyes.

Connor stood up from the sofa, and an uncontrollable anger quickly surged from the bottom of his heart: "—Oliver!"

He stared at his father like he was looking at a piece of scum, and he pointed at the small figure.

"Which woman did you have a child with?"

Oliver was startled by the anger in his tone at first, and then, after realizing what Connor was saying, his face changed: "...not..."

Connor folded his arms and sneered indifferently: "What do you think?"

Oliver held back the desire to lose his temper, knowing that if he lost control too, the dispute would evolve to another level, so he could only suppress his temper.

"This is a kid I picked up in downtown, he's very talented..."

Connor let out a loud mocking sound: "Oh, doing charity? It's your style now, what a surprise."

They all know how ridiculous that sounds to Oliver, because on more than one occasion at dinnertime he laughed at Batman for picking up kids, because he's never been so kind.

You know, Connor laughed again when he thought about it, his mother came to see Oliver while she was pregnant, but the other party dismissed him indifferently.

"Anyway, Atar is your younger brother now." Oliver gave up explaining, "Calm yourself, I'm going to the company for a meeting."

He loosened his neckline, pulled out his tie and threw it on the sofa, then waved to Leisa, turned and left the living room.

Connor glared at the little boy.

Leisa also quietly stepped aside, and now only him and him are left in the middle of the living room.

"What's your name?" Connor turned his face and asked impatiently, "I only know that your surname is Quinn now."

"Attar," said the boy.

Connor walked up to him and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Okay, Atal," he said, and Atal looked up at him, holding a doll that had been dragged to the ground in his arms, "My name is Connor Hawke."

"Hi, Connor," he said, tightening his arms, and the doll's head dropped.

Connor looked at it and felt that he thought it was simply an eyesore, although Atal had a cute appearance that made people want to hold him in the palm of his hand, which fit any demanding person's fantasy of a younger brother.

But as long as he thinks that the other party's identity was brought back by... Oliver, this is enough to set his favorability to a negative value.

He couldn't be angry with a little boy who looked a little over ten years old, but Connor still felt the anger in his heart, and it forced this eccentric teenager to do something.

So, Connor snatched the doll from Atar's arms and threw it on the ground roughly: "Boys don't play with this, it's so naive and ridiculous."

Atal still looked at him, and replied crisply: "Oliver bought this for me."

Connor crossed his arms, slightly raised his chin and snorted softly, "...It's disgusting, I raised you like a girl. Let me tell you, if you want to stay in our house, you must obey the rules."

He threw out a warning, waiting arrogantly for Atal to show a crying or angry expression.

But in his peripheral vision, Atal didn't show any displeasure, but looked at Connor curiously, his innocent eyes were clean and clear.

"What is the rule?"

Connor was hit hard by such a gaze, which was a mixture of dependence and trust, which actually made the 16-year-old boy take a step back.

It’s just...

How despicable and insidious!

The 13-year-old boy didn't seem to understand why Connor suddenly pulled away from him, and his body was unstable, so he took a step forward and naturally grabbed Connor's hand.

This kind of soft touch, which is different from those of his peers, spread upward from the place of the handshake like an electric shock, and Connor flung Attar's little hand away.

"Don't touch me." He said sternly, with his hands behind his back, vigilantly guarding against Atar's sneak attack.

Atar looked at him puzzled: "..."

"The first rule is don't bother me." Connor said this loudly, he almost panicked and turned his gaze to their housekeeper Leisa, as if asking for help, "Go to your room by yourself on."

Connor could feel the perceptive smile of the elders in Leisa's eyes, and he couldn't help it anymore, and fled from the living room.

When he returned to his room, he immediately threw himself on the big bed in the middle of the room.

Connor rolled around on the pillow a few times, thinking in his heart: Despicable, shameless, just like Oliver!

He covered his face sullenly, and beat the soft bed several times to vent his anger, making a fluffy beating sound, and gradually calmed down.

In fact, after seeing Atar's face just now, he knew that the other party would definitely not be Oliver's illegitimate son, but...

Connor paid much attention to his own image, so he insisted on his previous bad attitude.

...what did he say-

"..."

Connor sat up on the bed in a daze, his carefully groomed hair a mess, only then did he look like a 16-year-old teenager.

At this moment, his cell phone rang, breaking the frozen atmosphere. Connor showed a "saved" expression, quickly picked up the cell phone and connected the call.

"Hi, Connor!" The other end of the phone said enthusiastically, and he immediately recognized the voice of his brother Roy, "I heard you lost your temper at home?"

If it was the future Connor, he would only calmly reply to Roy's kind ridicule, and block it back calmly.But at this time, Connor, who had just passed his 16th birthday, was impatient and irritable in some ways.

Sure enough, Connor was angry, holding the phone and roaring, "Nonsense, I didn't!"

Someone must have sued Roy again, and he felt even more disgusted in his heart.

"..."

Roy took the phone a little farther away, whistling to entertain himself, and attracted the contemptuous gaze of his partner Jason who was cleaning the gun.

He glanced at the time, about 5 minutes had passed, and then he pulled the phone closer, pretending to say: "Don't be angry, I know all about your situation, Oliver went too far this time."

"Didn't I call you right away?" Roy added.

Jason rolled his eyes, every time Roy and his family called sticky, it made him feel a little sick, and then Roy would say that he was jealous, which was not the case at all.

"..." Connor said after silence, "Roy, are you so idle?"

Roy, who just came back from an alien adventure and was on vacation after a lot of work, said relaxedly, "Oh, don't I care about you? Even if I have a job and I'm busy now, I'll push it."

Connor snorted, feeling barely comforted.

At least in this cold world, there is still Roy's family to talk to.

He told Roy what happened just now, and the other party kept cheering him up with "ummm", "wow, that's too good", and "it's so insidious", which made Connor listen more and more Not quite right.

"...Roy," he said dangerously, "do you really feel the same as me?"

Roy finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Connor, do you want to hear the truth?"

"..."

"Well, I want to say, it seems that you just met and get along so well." Roy sighed.

"..."

"You're going to be a good brother, well, I bet. Connor, you're super duplicity right now, but that's what's so cute about you."

Before Connor could react, Roy hung up the phone immediately, skillfully pulled out the calling card and threw it in two knots into the sewer, preventing any possibility of the other party contacting him.

Afterwards, Roy patted his chest exaggeratedly.

He said to his partner Jason next to him: "It's so dangerous. If you move slower, you will receive the shock wave of 'Connor Roaring Dragon Hawk'. It's just too scary."

Jason was speechless: "..."

Roy narrowed his eyes happily: "I want to go to Star City to see our new family member, do you want to go together?"

"No." Jason refused vigilantly, "I'm not interested."

"Okay, I understand," Roy snickered, "I know you already have 'Batman Picks Up Kids PTSD'."

"...there's no such thing as saying that, okay?"

Roy stretched, and then yawned: "Connor will become gentle, I have a hunch."

"You told me before that Connor's character is like a copy of Damian." Jason said, he put the gun in his pocket and frowned, "Based on the words of that devil boy, I don't think it's possible."

"Then let's make a bet?"

"Just bet." Jason had a headache thinking about Damian's character.

"Okay, whoever wins must agree to a request from the other party."

Jason won't be fooled by him: "Be specific, or I won't agree."

"Okay, okay, if anyone loses, remember to help Atar once in the future, right? The kind that you can't refuse even if you call, even if you abandon the snacks in the rain, you will arrive."

"Attar...is that the name of the new Arrow boy?"

"Yeah," Roy replied, his eyes sparkling, "how's it going?"

"I don't feel like I've made money." Jason curled his lips, "No matter what, it's the 'Attar' who took advantage of it, right?"

Roy approached his partner's face mysteriously, and said in a low voice, "I don't think so."

Jason pushed Roy's face away in disgust.

"Promise, little jaybird..." He clasped his hands together.

I don't know what I was thinking suddenly, Jason's heart moved, and he heard his own voice calmly say: "Okay..."

——Three years later, he did not regret the bet.

The author has something to say: I didn't expect Connor's unexpected popularity to be quite high2333

For the if line, read the comments, and combine it to see if it is the Atal x Connor be of the bat family of the if line (

I also saw the Shura field of the fathers + Heavenly Father