Moses woke up and found that he had slept until noon.

He sat on the edge of the bed and thought calmly that he should be the last person to get up in the house, so he threw the idea of ​​taking time out to check in at the Wayne Group into the trash can and packed himself up without any ripples in his heart. While washing up, he also sorted out Batman's to-do list in the bathroom.

First, Moses placed a tracker on Red Hood to keep a closer eye on the kid, both to prevent him from being discovered by the gang and to prevent him from accidentally running into danger during the troubled times in Gotham.

Secondly, he picked up a stamp with an octopus tentacle on it yesterday, which he could try to recreate.

The third point is related to Nightwing. Moses felt that he had to think of a tactful way to tell the other party that Richard John Grayson's vest was really easy to be stripped, and that he still had a long way to go to avoid being overturned in front of the super reverse.

The fourth point is the implicit invitation from SHIELD. The system does not have a rigid rule that Batman must fight alone, but excluding personal preferences, Moses always feels that something is wrong - is there too much overlap between his character and Iron Man? ? If they really become comrades-in-arms, wouldn't the style of the painting be very strange?

Normally, there should only be one playboy and superhero on a set, right?

This thought continued until he finished tidying up and walked into the living room.

Some unexpected visitors arrived at Wayne Manor.

James Gordon, the chief of the Gotham Police Department, was sitting in a reclining chair diagonally opposite with a newspaper in his hand, reading with his head down. Behind him were two plainclothes policemen who kept looking around. There was also a good-looking, tall black-haired woman sitting on the sofa opposite with Nightwing.

Alfred was entertaining them, and judging by the amount of tea consumed, the wait must have lasted more than an hour or two.

He comes with bad intentions.

Batman's newly arranged schedule quickly became a waste of paper, but Moses had imagined the scene of being visited by the police, so his expression and actions were extremely calm, and even a little innocent: "Good morning, Alfred, what's going on?"

"It's noon, Mr. Wayne," said a policeman indifferently.

"I don't know, sir." Alfred's answer was also very proper. "Commissioner Gordon must wait for you to arrive before discussing business."

Gordon, an old acquaintance of Batman, quickly put the newspaper aside after hearing this: "Sorry, I was a little fascinated by the news in the neighboring city just now - did you see the news this morning? The media speculated that the young master Oliver Queen in Star City might be the Green Arrow. He is facing the risk of being prosecuted by the police, and the court date is in the next few days."

Moses: "..." Hey guys, are you serious? Quinn Industries? Green Arrow?

——He was filled with the desire to complain, but he didn't know what to say. Batman's brain quickly recalled the details of the two people's interactions, and once again abandoned his personal emotions and rationally analyzed, thinking that it seemed possible. Quinn was present at the party two months ago, and Green Arrow also appeared in New York by chance and without reason. If this equation is established, then many of Moses' confusions can be explained.

Star City is not his focus at the moment. These questions are on his list, but they are not ranked high. Now it seems that some of the answers have been suddenly revealed.

But isn't this ridiculous, from a probabilistic point of view? Don't the rich people in this country have other things to do?

No matter what, the media's one-sided report is not credible, and you still have to find an opportunity to investigate it yourself.

"Can we talk over breakfast?" The young man sat down with a frivolous but not annoying smile and picked up the snacks on the tea table. "Oliver Queen? I've met him at Stark's party. At that time, the two of us, Lex Luther and Iron Man had two glasses of wine together."

Dick, who was sitting next to the black-haired strange woman, showed a subtle expression of wanting to laugh when he heard this, but held it back before anyone else noticed.

Gordon asked, "So you think he could be the Green Arrow?"

"Honestly," Moses said, "I think Lex Luthor is the most vigilante of us."

“…”

The policeman behind Commissioner Gordon seemed to dislike him and snorted in a sinister tone, "I think so too. How can a playboy be so chivalrous and righteous?"

Another officer next to him said, "Okay, stop talking, Anthony."

"That's not chivalry at all." Moses looked at them with interest and shrugged, saying, "It's just another form of crime."

As he finished speaking, the woman on the sofa frowned slightly, but the expressions of the pale-faced policemen softened.

The atmosphere is not as fierce as before.

"You didn't come to Wayne Manor so early in the morning just to tell me Star City gossip, did you? Of course, it's not that I don't welcome you, especially this beautiful lady." The handsome man with black hair and blue eyes showed a sincere admiration to the black-haired, black-eyed, and somewhat awe-inspiringly beautiful woman, "You make Aphrodite (the Greek goddess of love and beauty) feel ashamed."

This was a compliment that was just right and not offensive, somewhere between politeness and enthusiasm. However, the person being praised was startled, and raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile: "Thank you, Diana Prince. Nice to meet you, Mr. Bruce Wayne."

"We are here today for another matter," Gordon interrupted. "A German smuggler was arrested in Star City. After he was caught, he confessed some of his partners. Unfortunately, your name appeared on the list, Mr. Wayne."

As several people watched, Bruce Wayne's surprise was obvious: "What? This is impossible!"

"We share this concern, which is why we have invited Miss Prince, one of the industry's top restorers, who happened to be passing through Gotham on business recently. If the art and antiquities that have been forged and smuggled have nothing to do with you, we apologize for the offense."

"That's not necessary." Brother Tan Playboy said lazily, "I know you have your own rules and regulations. Anyway, as long as there is nothing wrong after the inspection, it's fine." He yawned sleepily and made a gesture of please help yourself.

The police looked at each other.

Diana Prince, who had been silent, stood up and asked, "Can I go into every room?"

Moses: "If you think it's appropriate."

Alfred followed her. "I will show you the way. Please go this way to the collection room, Miss Prince."

Suddenly there were only five people left in the living room.

Gordon looked around and landed on Dick: "Who is this?"

Dick, who had taken off his mask, was about to speak when he heard Batman, Bruce Wayne, speak:

"Richard Grayson. My adopted son."

Nightwing gave him a veiled look, as if to ask, 'How come I didn't know you knew who I was?'

Moses clasped his arms, which were resting on the sofa, and made a soothing gesture when no one else was paying attention.

"…your what?" Gordon repeated in surprise, "adopted son? I don't remember seeing any relevant registration or reports."

"It is planned," Moses said. "If you don't come, it will be completed."

The chief turned his head expressionlessly to look at Dick: "Is that so, Mr. Grayson? Just in case, I would like to ask you one more question: are you doing this voluntarily?"

After all, this is America, this is Gotham. Gordon has seen too many evil things in the guise of charity, and he is not sure whether this seemingly harmless young man is part of the darkness.

Fortunately, things did not go in a bad direction. The young man looked like he thought he was from an ordinary family but had just been told that he had won 200 million in the lottery. He had a dazed expression on his face, as if he was in a dream: "You are kidding, Bruce?"

You even changed your name and asked me if it was true. Moses said, "Of course, I, the butler Alfred, have always had this idea."

Gordon's expression softened: "This is something worth celebrating. The media industry will probably be busy for a while."

Another policeman joked, "Don't they live on news with Wayne headlines?"

When Diana and the housekeeper finished the inspection and tentatively confirmed that there was no problem, the whole Wayne Manor was filled with a family atmosphere, as if Gotham's gloom had been isolated outside.

After the stranger left, the smile on Moses' face quickly faded.

His voice and Dick's question rang out almost simultaneously.

"Why would the German smugglers give my name? If someone was behind it, was it Wayne or Batman?"

"Bruce, when do we register with the adoption agency?"