[Comprehensive British and American] Heroes set up villains script

Chapter 108

Aesop came out of the bathroom with the towel in his hair, he was slightly relieved, there were no signs of sinking on the sofa, it seemed that Tim left shortly after he entered the bathroom.

Aesop sat by the bed and took out the hair dryer from the cabinet, plugged it in, took off the towel and dried his hair. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Thalia——

After Jason returned to the League of Assassins, Aesop and Thalia exchanged phone numbers in preparation for this situation.It is impossible for Aesop to stay in the League of Assassins all the time.

Thalia is a good mother, she really loves her child Damian, but she is not good at expressing, Aesop can see through the surface, Thalia and Peggy are two completely different people.

This Middle Eastern woman was born in the cold Assassin's League, it is difficult for her to express her love, she is just a clumsy mother, she is not like Peggy, Peggy is very good at being a 'mother', but those are all illusions.

Even love is fake.

If Aesop was allowed to choose, he would prefer his mother to be Talia al-Ghul. It may be difficult to express, but at least love is true.

Perhaps more importantly, she was nice to Jason?

Aesop 22:05

I don't come to the league recently.

Thalia 22:06

I heard about it.

Aesop 22:06

what?

Thalia 22:06

Damian told me about your return to Wayne Manor.Peggy told me too.

Thalia 22:07

I know what you're going to say.I'll help you take care of your boy.

Aesop 22:07

...

Aesop 22:07

He woke up and let me know.

Thalia 22:07

it is good.

Thalia stood up and stretched, and walked slowly to the computer. The computer displayed the monitoring of the entire Assassin Alliance base.

Thalia glanced at the screen, looked away for half a second, and then returned to the screen.

I saw that Jason Todd's Lazarus pool, which was supposed to be lying unconscious, was as clean as ever, but the person who should have been in it was gone.

She can guarantee that Jason Todd was still lying in it when he went to see it this morning, and he is gone now?Assuming he woke up in the morning, he would have left the League of Assassins long ago.

Jason Todd had already figured out the deployment of the Assassin League's personnel and institutions, and it was easy for him to escape, just like he had done many times in the past.

"...Un." Thalia pondered for a while and decided not to tell Aesop the news of Jason's departure.

It's not like she doesn't know how much Damian likes Aesop. Damian used to say Aesop's name every day in the League of Assassins for a long time, that is, when Peggy was in the League of Assassins.

Thalia really hopes that Damian can have a closer relationship with her best friend's child. Although they are not the same mother, they have the same strict and powerful father, and their mother is a close friend.

They can get along like brothers.

So Thalia hopes that Aesop can stay in Wayne Manor for a long time and develop a relationship with Damian.

Thalia knew that the relationship between their brothers was not very good, and their relationship was not like what Damian described at the beginning, they would be the best brothers.

In fact, it was the complete opposite. They were not like brothers at all, but more like enemies.

If Aesop knew that Jason was missing, he would have run away from the manor immediately to find his Jason.

Talia silently adjusted the monitoring of Jason's grid to what it was two days ago. She raised her red lips and took a picture of the monitoring for Aesop.

Forgive her, this is from a mother's selfishness.

After Aesop confirmed Jason's state, he felt relieved, his frowning brows relaxed, and he kept his hair blowing movement and put his legs on the bed.

His leg touched something cold on the bed, Aesop frowned again, and his eyes finally fell on the bed.

Only then did he notice an unfamiliar box on the bed. He could guarantee that it wasn't there before he went into the bathroom, and it didn't exist in his room.

Who put it?

Tim?

Aesop opened the box and took out the neatly stacked clothes from the box.

Tight clothing, breastplates, armor, gloves, gauntlets, belts, capes and more...

Aesop squinted and scanned the breastplate.

The metal texture is a bit glaring black logo under the light, which is different from the bat logo on Batman's chest, nor the nightwing logo on Dick's chest.

It looks very strange, like a bat with teeth and claws, but there are two pointed and long ears on the 'head', which looks like a rabbit.

Aesop put down the breastplate, obviously, this is a battle suit.

The battle suit prepared for him.

Is this what it means to fully accept him?He even prepared his battle suit for him, even though he didn't really need it that much.

Or, do you want him to go out with them on night patrol?

Officially a member of the Bat-family?

Aesop's mood was very complicated, he didn't know if the feeling was joy or something else.

He's pretty sure he's got some excitement and joy mixed with sarcasm at how Batman thinks he'll take the suit and go on night watch with them?What kind of emotion do these add up to?

When he was seriously injured and lived in Wayne Manor in the past, all his things were improvised, and his was different from that of other family members.

Even those improvised things are very luxurious and thoughtful, but it is undeniable that he is like a temporary resident, or a prisoner.

Aesop in the past didn't care about that, but after tonight's Aesop, he received a similar but serious and sincere attitude from the past, which made him feel a little...er?Flattered?

knock knock --

The moderate force and regular knock on the door brought Aesop back to his senses, and he sat up from the bed, thinking about who it would be while putting a sweater on his head.

He guessed who it was before he got to the door.

Opening the door confirmed his guess.

Alfred Pennywerf was standing at the door. He was still wearing a black tuxedo, with one hand behind his back and the other hand wearing a white glove to knock on the door.

"Good evening, Master Aesop." Alfred smiled lovingly.

"Good evening." Aesop hesitated and said, "Housekeeper."

"Don't be restrained, master. You can call me Alfred just like them, it's more kind." Alfred said: "In the past, I raised Master Bruce by myself... sorry, this is not what I should say as a servant if."

"I hope you can treat this place as a home, you are no different from anyone else." Alfred

Aesop nodded, but did not answer.His drooping eyelashes hid the gleam in his eyes, thoughtful.

"You've seen the new clothes." Alfred tiptoed a little and looked past Aesop to see the neatly arranged clothes on the bed.

"Yes." Aesop replied, he couldn't hate this old man.It's not easy to raise Batman alone, right? He must regard Batman as his own child.

But my own child is running around in various dangers every night, and it would be uncomfortable for anyone else.

"Like it?" Alfred asked.

Aesop responded with no reluctance, "Yes."

Aesop has always felt strange about Batman's aesthetics. It is difficult for him to agree with the clothes of Batman and his Robin birds. Batman is fine, at least the colors are dark.

Robin Bird, Aesop is really curious, who designed the uniform of Robin Bird? The combination of red, yellow, and green colors really makes you think of yourself as a traffic light?

Or is Robin Bird actually the existence that attracts firepower to Batman?The bright colors must be the most conspicuous live targets in the action of gangsters exchanging fire at night.

But this time, Aesop really couldn't pick out the thorns in the equipment given to him. The metal armor was covered with a layer of matte black paint, and the logo on the chest maintained the original metallic silver color.

Coupled with a single-leg armor specially prepared for his broken leg, it is enough to show the degree of care.

Alfred breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'm relieved. The master was worried that you wouldn't like it."

"Why?" Aesop frowned, and Batman was worried about whether he liked it or not?This doesn't look like Batman anymore, and he can guarantee that none of the previous Robin Birds liked the color scheme of their suits.

But the suit is still the same.

Assuming the Robins try to tell Batman they don't want to wear that colorway, it just proves that Batman isn't one to change his mind easily.

He doesn't care if you like it or not, he only cares about the final result.

Typical Batman behavior.

Alfred said: "This is made for you by the master himself, including a series of shapes, corrections, painting, weapon loading, etc., all built by him alone."

"Even his own battle suit was mass-produced by Lucius." Alfred added: "I remember that the color matching of this suit was finalized as red and green at the beginning."

Aesop suddenly had a chill. If it was really red and green, not only would he never wear this suit, but he would definitely blow it up with an RPG.

Alfred saw Aesop's displeasure, a flash of light flashed across his eyes, and he continued with a smile: "Fortunately, Master Dick stopped Master Bruce's idea of ​​color matching, what else did Master Dick say... If you let Aesop If I got it, I will definitely destroy it with an rpg or something."

This old man is a bit dark.

"Oh, I will thank him." Aesop said politely, would he thank Batman?No, he wasn't ready for a long-term contact with Batman, let alone thanking words and actions that seemed easy but were actually difficult.

It's just a courtesy to Ah Fu.

Just thinking about being in contact with Batman for a long time made him feel pimples all over, and he felt uncomfortable no matter how he thought about it.

Aesop's expression was cold and hard. He folded his arms around his chest, as if he didn't want to continue chatting with Alfred.

"Master..." Alfred hesitated and said, "He loves you very much, and he wants to try his best to make up for what you lack, the past when he should have been by your side."

After saying this, Alfred turned and left.

Alfred doesn't want to see the children he raised suffer from the pain of his relatives, and he doesn't want to see Bruce's children hate Bruce. This is not a dead end, is it?

It didn't have to be like that between them.

So this made Alfred couldn't help but say this sentence, he knew that the relationship between them needed to be resolved by themselves.

It would be much easier if Bruce put some of the emotional intelligence that belonged to the playboy Bruce Wayne on Aesop.

What Alfred doesn't know is that Dick has given Bruce a little class on Aesop, teaching Bruce how to treat Aesop without annoying him.

Aesop, who doesn't take hard moves and only takes soft moves, can't last long at all.

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so tired. . .I really want to play games. After 3 days of land reclamation, I finally passed the extreme.