"Your father is Drake..." Batman's deep voice sounded in the dark alley.
He recalled that Drake is a famous businessman in Gotham, and the Drake family is also a famous business family in Gotham. They originally came from the United Kingdom and are now engaged in the car import business.
Because he always complained that left-hand drive cars were difficult to drive, he got a nickname called "Right-hand drive Drake". He was honest and helpful, and of course, he was able to get along like a fish in the city of Gotham, and
The gang bosses also have a lot of friendships, and can often help them get all kinds of luxury cars.
Drake protected his family very well, so the outside world had almost never heard of his family situation. If Tim hadn't brought it up himself, even Bruce wouldn't have known that the Drake family was actually an only son.
This is rare among the rich in Gotham. In a city with such a safe environment, having just one child is likely to lead to death. However, Batman soon discovered that Old Drake's son was not an ordinary child.
Tim first introduced his situation quickly, then stuck his head out from Batman's side and shouted towards the end of the alley: "Oh my God! Is that Dick? Dick...
Grayson? Aren’t you that ballet kid from Palm Tree Middle School? Were you attacked too?!”
Tim ran towards Dick quickly, even Batman couldn't catch him. After he ran over, he helped Dick up. Dick was still in a daze, looked at Tim's face and thought about it, and then
Said: "I remember...you are the little Drake from the elementary school. On the third day of school, you drove a luxury car."
"Yes, it was me! But it wasn't me who did it. It was my dad who said he wanted to support me." Tim had a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face.
But Dick was even more embarrassed than him. He didn't expect that he would meet an acquaintance here. Did Tim see his embarrassment just now?
Tim helped Dick walk back to Batman, and said to Batman equally quickly: "Dick and I were classmates for a while, but he soon moved away. I remember, at that time, he
She studies well, can dance and sing, and is especially liked by the teacher."
When Batman heard this, his eyebrows relaxed slightly, but then, Tim's next words made him frown deeply again. Tim let go of Dick's hand and shrugged.
explain.
"But you also know that in junior high school, such children are not popular among their peers. My friends in the upper grades gave him the nickname Ballet Boy, saying that he was a sissy, but I
I don’t think so, because when I was a child, I was sent to learn dance, and it takes a lot of strength to do ballet well.”
Batman's eyes fell on Dick, but Dick turned his head and didn't look at him. Tim noticed the awkward atmosphere between them and said with some surprise: "So you guys know each other? I thought you were just attracted by
The passing Batman saved me."
Dick then remembered that he couldn't let Tim discover that he was actually Batman's adopted son, because in this case, Batman would be exposed as Bruce Wayne, so he turned his head and coughed a few times, pretending
Tsukuru casually glanced at the puppet lying limply on the ground and asked, "What on earth is going on? What is that monster?"
Batman looked at Tim, who scratched his head and said, "I don't know, I'm going to a banquet tomorrow, so tonight, my dad is going to pick me up and take me home. Palm Tree Elementary School is not far from here.
Not long after we drove out of school, our car had a puncture."
"My father's driver, Uncle Willard, got out of the car to check the situation and found that someone seemed to have scattered nails on the road. We changed the tires of the car, but we were afraid of parking on the main road and blocking traffic, so we drove into this road first.
In the alley, unexpectedly, this monster suddenly fell from the sky and attacked Uncle Willard."
But judging from his appearance, Tim may only be a third- or fourth-grade elementary school student. He always speaks very fast, but the pronunciation of each word is very clear and the expression is very logical. He does not look like someone of this age at all.
child.
At this time, the limping Willard came over, with a little fear still on his expression. When walking, he deliberately avoided the monster, but when he walked in front of Tim, the fat
But his body was deliberately placed between Tim and Batman.
"Sir, thank you so much for saving Tiny Tim and I. I will definitely tell Mr. Drake when I get back and let him thank you!"
"But, it's too late now, I have to return him to Drake Manor quickly, otherwise, his parents will be worried."
He showed a flattering smile to Batman, looking a little humble, but Batman had no intention of letting him go. Instead, he looked into his eyes and said: "When you got out of the car to check the tire for a puncture, the monster was
Where did it fall from?"
"This... I don't know." Willard shook his head and said with some embarrassment: "At that time, I was about to open the trunk of the car to get the tire, when I heard a movement behind me, and when I turned my head, I saw this
Horrible monster."
"I let out a scream and just wanted to turn around and run away, but I tripped and fell to the ground. Then, you guys came."
"You wanted to turn around and run away, but you tripped. Then, why were you lying on your back instead of lying on the ground when we came?" Batman squinted his eyes and stared at Willard.
Willard was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I just wanted to turn around, but I didn't succeed. I fell to the ground on my side at first, but I wanted to move back, so I landed on my butt."
"Since you turned around and saw the monster after hearing the noise, why did you scream and almost fainted after we arrived?"
"Uh... because this monster is really scary, and... and when I first turned around, I couldn't see what he looked like. After you came, you used a flashlight to illuminate this side, and I could see clearly.
It’s really a bit scary without the details, isn’t it?” Willard explained.
"The most suspicious thing is..." Batman took a step forward, looked at Willard and said, "Why are you standing here and accepting my interrogation instead of just taking out a gun from the car next to you?
Point at my head and tell me not to waste your time, are you really a Gotham driver?"
Willard's face slowly darkened, and then he showed a cold and cruel smile that made Batman feel a little familiar. He slowly took two steps back, looked at Batman's face and said: "You are well-deserved.
Batman."
"You really have to have some skills to be a vigilante in the city of Gotham." Willard continued to retreat, and was about to hit Tim behind him, and just when Batman took out the batarang, Willard
But he said calmly: "You don't want to see the young master of the Drake family become part of my lovely works, right?"
"boom!!"
"Ouch!!!"
Willard, who had a sneer on his face, covered his shoulders and fell to the ground. Behind him, little Tim, holding a shotgun that was completely inconsistent with his size, looked at the ground with a mocking expression.
Willard was writhing and screaming in pain.
Both Dick and Bruce opened their eyes wide, but Tim put down the gun slowly, looked at Willard and said: "You don't think you haven't been discovered, do you? You can fool my dad, but you can't fool me."
Can’t reach me.”
"You deliberately faked a car accident, killed my father's original driver, and took advantage of the situation to take on the task of transporting me to and from school."
"One night, I saw in the window upstairs, a figure sneaking through the garden and heading to the garage. I knew it was you at a glance, because when you walked, your left foot always took a long step.
A little bigger than my right foot."
"The next day, I encountered a car explosion on my way to school. You saved me with all your might and gained my father's trust."
"But what you don't know is that I have been exposed to all kinds of cars with my father since I was a child, and I know the structure and parts of the vehicles very well."
"When you threw me to the ground, I happened to see that the chassis of the vehicle had signs of tampering, and you were the only one who had the garage key, and your behavior was suspicious and you had the conditions to commit the crime."
Tim smiled, stretched out a hand, flicked the surface of the car window behind him with two fingers, and said, "I pester my dad and say I like this car, not because I really like the paint on it.
The color of the car, but because there was a gun hidden under the back seat of this car...I hid it in it."
Willard hammered the ground hard, his face turned red, and his veins popped out. He gritted his teeth and said, "You damn little bastard!!"
The next second, Tim raised the gun and aimed it at his head, shouting loudly: "If you don't want your head to blow up, just watch your words, you weakling foreigner!"
Dick was stunned by the scene in front of him. He didn't understand how things suddenly developed like this.
The fat driver, who looked like a victim and was kind and loyal, turned out to be the murderer. And Tim, who was still in elementary school and seemed helpless, actually took out a big gun and gave it to him.
One shot, and moreover, he planned to smash his head.
Batman stretched out his hand and stopped Tim's movements. He was about to step forward and pick up Willard. The puppet that was originally lying on the ground, seemingly motionless, suddenly turned over again and moved from his body.
He took out a smoke bomb from his chest and smashed it on the ground.
In an instant, the smoke filled the air. Batman's movements slowed down. A black figure appeared behind the wall on the right side of the alley. Willard stood up and staggered to the wall, being dragged by the black figure.
After climbing over the wall, the doll disappeared.
When Batman chased after them, he found that the three of them had disappeared. He wanted to chase them, but then he thought that there were still two children left in the alley.
But it was dangerous. After thinking about it for a while, Batman decided to return.
At this time, Tim had opened the car door, threw the gun back into the car, shook his head at Batman and Dick and said, "Let's go, drive my car."
Batman walked to the driver's seat, and Dick and Tim sat in the back seat. As soon as the car started, Tim looked at Dick and said, "Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, right?"
Dick's expression froze immediately, but Tim shook his head and said: "It's not hard to guess. The moment the smoke bomb erupted, you made a defensive posture. That's the same as when you often followed Batman in Gotham.
Kind of like the Robin guy walking around the city."
Batman was driving while listening to their discussion. He didn't deny it, but Tim chirped: "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone. You are too lucky?! You can be a bat."
Xia's assistant, I have dreamed of doing this!"
After saying that, he grabbed the back of the front seat again, stretched out his head and said to Batman: "Can I really not be your assistant? I admire you very much!"
"No." Batman refused without thinking. He said, "I'll take you home now."
Tim immediately lowered his head in frustration, but soon, his words made Batman waver, because Tim said:
"I have been particularly interested in murder cases since I was a child. When I see the incident and the photos of the crime scene, I will simulate the murderer's process in my mind, and when I see the answer to the mystery
At that time, I discovered that what they did was indeed pretty much what I thought.”
"Sometimes, I'm really anxious for the police. They can't figure out such a simple clue. Sometimes, I really want to go out in person."
Batman was about to speak, but Tim's next words made both him and Dick break into a cold sweat.
"Sometimes I also think, these police officers are so stupid, if I were on the scene, I would definitely be able to commit a perfect murder!"
In an instant, the car turned sharply, and Tim was knocked against the door next to him. Then, he covered his head, glanced at the street outside, and said, "Why did you turn? Aren't you going to my house?"
"Your home is too far away. Let's go to Wayne Manor to stay for one night. I will contact your father to pick you up tomorrow morning."
"Okay, but am I really not allowed to be your assistant?"