Chapter 56 I, Hu Hansan, am back! 【VIP】
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"So?" I said indignantly, "You just had fun with them all day! And then you completely forgot about your sister who was stranded in a parallel world!"
"Jason also played Arkham Knight with them!" I looked at Jason and said loudly, "Play together!"
"I have to say, first of all, there is no happiness." Jason raised his hand in response.
"Secondly, it's not completely forgotten." Tim pushed a USB drive over.
"This is the surveillance video of Bruce and Grandma Martha talking yesterday. We waited for you to come back so we can watch it together. You can appreciate Bruce getting restless," Stephanie explained.
"Great!" I cheered, and my face turned from cloudy to sunny at an extremely fast speed.
Bruce... Bruce drank a sip of water expressionlessly, then read his newspaper peacefully.
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Everyone watched me open the video with bated breath.
In the video, my dear dad can be said to be fully armed and wrapped himself tightly and brightly.
"Did he put gel on it?" I said, looking at Bruce's softly-glossed, styled black hair.
"Bruce was struggling for ten minutes over whether to put on hairspray. Finally, Alfred couldn't bear it anymore and gave him a full hairstyle. Otherwise, he would have spent another half an hour struggling over what to wear," Barbara commented.
Okay, it's understandable that you want to look your best to Grandma Martha.
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I squinted closer to the screen. "Uh...wait, why is Bruce fiddling with his tie so much?"
"Let's rewind!" Stephanie rewound the video. "Oh, and look at his right pinky finger—yes! That's the one where he's pretending to fix his collar but actually wiping off some biscuit crumbs!"
In the picture, Bruce was indeed adjusting the lapel of his suit, and his fingertips quickly swept across his collarbone, which was stained with cookie crumbs.
Dick poked his head out from behind the sofa. "Alfred said this habit might have been traced back to when Bruce was eight and had cereal stuck to his tie for the whole morning."
Jason crunched his chips. "He used that trick last month at the Mayor's dinner, but he was mopping up some broccoli that Damian had flicked at him."
I said, "I know! Damian originally wanted to throw it on Tim's plate, but unfortunately Tim dodged it."
But didn't you say that it was annoying that time, so you didn't go, Jason? You secretly watched the whole thing on the surveillance camera, right?
Damian looked uncomfortable for a moment. "It was just an accident."
Tim raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, we all know that. An accident. An accident that spanned half the table. What a shame. If Bruce had let you practice javelin, you might have done well."
Everyone could feel the flash of swords and sabers at that moment.
"Quiet, boys." Barbara held their heads down. "This is not the time to argue."
"Hmph!" The childish ghosts sneered.
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I sighed, "Grandma Martha is so gentle."
She beckoned Bruce to sit next to her and gave him a glass of hot milk. Dad fidgeted at first, relying on cookies to distract himself. As he awkwardly flicked away the crumbs, Grandma Martha gently patted the back of his hand.
Sometimes, recalling the past does not require any complicated language, childhood photo albums, or anything at all.
Then, like countless nights before they were eight years old, they snuggled together.
Bruce Wayne has grown very tall, with a broad chest and a hard body, and his face has lost its softness and innocence and has smooth lines.
So now it was Grandma Martha's turn to lean on his shoulder.
"Aren't you nervous now, Bruce?" Grandma Martha asked with a smile.
"I'm not nervous..." Bruce's eyes wandered.
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Yes, Grandma Martha quickly noticed Bruce's awkwardness - or rather, she felt it as soon as Bruce came in.
Because the person who appeared in front of her was the Gotham prince, Bruce, who was dressed in a suit and tie, with every button shining with a cold light!
What kind of kid would dress so formally when meeting their mom? It's not a job interview.
"This shows that Dad really values meeting Grandma." Only Damian was still fighting for Bruce's precarious dignity, but we all knew that he was just being stubborn.
Oh~ cute little boy!
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"But I've always wanted to ask," I twitched my lips, "Why is the background noise so loud?"
I clearly heard someone yelling something like "Damn Dick." Did Dick do something outrageous yesterday? Why is everyone condemning him?
Jason said, "She was playing mahjong with the ghosts she brought with her."
Oh, a ghost. No wonder I was in the manor, it turns out she took me away!
How vicious! I was left alone in a cold and lonely manor, crying silently over frozen dumplings that were two months expired.
Fortunately, Ah Fu’s soul floated up in the end and helped me with dinner. Ah Fu is so nice!
Alfu explained to me that he didn't go with that person because he wanted to stay in the underworld with Grandma Martha and Grandpa Thomas.
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After a while, we clearly saw Grandma Martha narrow her eyes for a while, and then she tactfully asked Ah Fu to tell the ghosts to be quiet for a while.
Ah Fu nodded slightly, turned around and walked out of the room. After a moment, the noisy sound of mahjong stopped abruptly, replaced by words.
Well, let me be clear in advance, there is a wall between the two rooms, and Wayne's house has very good sound insulation, but the effect is poor.
So it can probably be compared to the voices of ghosts in horror movies, which are heard from all directions, the kind that you can clearly hear the voices, but can't make them out clearly if you listen carefully.
Dick sighed: "Afu is indeed Afu, even ghosts have to listen to him."
Damian crossed his arms and snorted, "Those stupid ghosts have obviously forgotten what Alfred looks like with a rolling pin."
Stephanie turned to me and asked, "What are they whispering about?"
I listened carefully and translated, "Something like 'Shut up, damn Dick, we're disturbing Grandma Martha,' 'Afu is so scary,' 'Hurry up and finish this game or Afu will nag us all day.'"
Everyone except Dick had a meaningful look on their face.
Dick: "So why do you mention me specifically? Why is it always me who gets hurt???"
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In the video, Bruce took a sip of hot milk, finally relaxed completely, and whispered, "Mom, are you doing well over there?"
Martha smiled softly: "Bruce, what do you think the underworld is like?"
Bruce paused for a moment: "...not sure."
Martha nodded and patted the back of his hand gently: "Very good, then don't go and confirm it."
The whole room was silent for a few seconds.
"Oh my god," Tim broke the silence first, his tone earnest, "Grandma Martha definitely doesn't know how much information Bruce looked up about the 'Underworld' last night."
Barbara continued, "He even tried to hack into the database there after learning that the underworld was as modern as the real world."
Jason shook the bag of chips and sneered, "Too bad we couldn't even find the IP address."
Dick spread his hands helplessly: "I told him at the time, wouldn't it be faster to ask Leona directly?"
Everyone looked at me.
"..." I scratched my ears, "Sorry, I just remember the braised lion's head in the underworld cafeteria was pretty good."
Dodge the bag of potato chips thrown by Jason.
...Guminasse, I shouldn't emphasize food on this occasion.
But the braised lion head in the underworld is really good!
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"But speaking of which, Mom." Bruce lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice, "I've always wanted to ask you and Dad something."
Martha gave a soft "hmm" and motioned for him to continue.
"I..." Bruce paused, as if choosing his words, and finally spoke in a low voice, "Have I disappointed you?"
Everyone's eyes were focused on the screen; even Stephanie, who usually loved to make jokes, fell silent.
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Martha sighed softly and took Bruce's hand: "Bruce, you are the best child in the world."
Her tone was firm, with a mother's tenderness and pride.
"You are our proudest child."
Thomas had arrived at some point, leaning against the bookcase. He spoke, too, with a gentle smile: "No matter what you've done, no matter what you've been through, you're still our son."
"You didn't let us down, Bruce." Martha held his hand tightly, her eyes gentle but firm. "You just made us feel bad."
In front of the screen, the entire living room was silent.
Bruce's knuckles tightened slightly and his lips trembled, but in the end he said nothing. He just lowered his head gently, like a child comforted by his mother.
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“…Wow.”
The silence was broken by a faint sob.
Everyone turned around suddenly and looked at the source of the sound - Dick's eyes were red and he was secretly wiping his tears with the back of his hand.
Jason looked at him with disdain: "Don't act like you're Bruce."
Damian frowned, "Grayson, restrain yourself."
Tim sighed, "Oh my god, Dick's spreading his emotional virus again."
Stephanie sniffed and said, "Actually...I am a little touched."
Barbara rubbed her penis: "I knew it."
I sighed deeply and patted Dick's shoulder. "I understand, but could you please wipe your tears before you talk? You've been crying so hard I'm embarrassed to say anything to you. You sentimental golden boy."
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Dick has been very emotional since he was a child. He is the kind of person who can empathize with anyone and cry sincerely for their feelings anytime and anywhere when watching a romance movie.
He basically never hides his emotions. He cries when he wants to cry, laughs when he wants to laugh, and confides when he wants to talk.
Otherwise, every time we are ambiguous or in love, we would not feel so sweet thinking about each other late at night, and then we would be pulled into a group to have a group chat and tell each other his beautiful love story.
Everyone knows his love history, and it is entirely his own fault.
No one would even attack him with his love because it would be meaningless.
In Jason's words, "Grayson is a shameless man who will call you frantically at any time just to get you to hear that he's attracted to a smart, brave red-headed beauty again. Ha, Dick is Dick."
Attacking him with this will only make him reminisce about his lost love, and will not achieve the goal of embarrassing or ashamed him.
So why did Dick become like this? He was obviously a very cute American sweetheart when he was a child!
This must be because Bruce set a bad example for him, and Bruce takes full responsibility.
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The video continues, with Bruce holding his mother's hand and whispering, "Thank you."
Martha shook her head slightly. "No need to thank me, Bruce."
She smiled slightly: "We will always love you."
The image on the screen gradually dimmed and the video ended.
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The room fell silent again.
Dick took a deep breath and said slowly, "I'm going to drink some milk."
Jason rolled his eyes. "You didn't go there to drink milk. You just needed an excuse to lighten your mood."
Tim stood up and said, "I'll go see if Alfred has made any dessert."
"Bring some over." I said casually.
"good."
Stephanie let out a long sigh: "Okay, I admit, after reading this, I suddenly want to give Bruce a hug."
Barbara raised an eyebrow: "You can try."
We all looked at Bruce.
Bruce rubbed his brows and said calmly: "No."
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After a moment of silence, Stephanie shrugged: "Forget it then."
Damian suddenly stood up and walked over to Bruce.
Bruce looked up at him, "Damian?"
Damian was silent for a moment, then, as if he had made up his mind, he gently extended his hand—
Patted Bruce on the shoulder.
"Father, you..." He paused and spoke awkwardly, "...you did a good job."
Bruce was slightly stunned, and then the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a very faint arc.
He whispered, "Thank you."
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So, on this rare night, Wayne Manor in Gotham was filled with a quiet and warm atmosphere.
I stretched and sighed contentedly, "Well, now everyone can finally have a good night's sleep."
Damian frowned. "Does 'everyone' include you?"
I nodded decisively: "Of course."
After all, this is the warmest night Gotham has ever seen. Wouldn’t it be a shame if you don’t get a good night’s sleep?
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