Martin Variety in American Comics

Martin devalted Damian severely, and turned his head to forget him behind.

It may be a bit too much to depreciate the word, and more accurately, it is truthful.

If Damian is not the son of Bruce, Martin really will not care about him.

Even if he was the son of Bruce, Martin did not take Damiando to heart, just treating this matter as a small episode.

"Don't run around!"

Martin pulled the ancestor of the bear, worried that the irritable brother could not get used to the rules of modern society.

"rest assured!"

Brother Xiong is still very reasonable. He nodded behind Martin obediently. Although he was a bit weird, he looked quite a bodyguard.

Martin walked downstairs, and the party's dress was just a head. People with dozens of professional contracting banquets, like busy workers, kept decorating the ancient Wayne Manor.

Alverd commanded everything, Bruce disappeared, Dick and Barbara stood in the corner to chatter.

Suddenly, the red -haired girl saw Martin, surprised to shout his name and rushed to him.

"Martin, you really became a child? We thought Bruce was joking."

Barbara's legs recovered very well. Although the auxiliary equipment is needed to walk, it is much better than sitting in a wheelchair.

"Don't pinch!"

Martin was helplessly blocked Barbara's hands to pinch his face.

He really doesn't understand why these women always like to pinch their faces. Are they not?

"Are you cute!"

After Barbara's legs recovered, her personality became more cheerful.

She opened her hands with a smile: "Come, let her sister hug."

"Fight, I refuse!"

Martin's real age is not Barbara, it doesn't matter if he calls a sister, but he always feels that the red -haired girl looks wrong.

Seeing that the Martin little white rabbit was swallowed by the Barbara wolf, Dick quickly stood up to play the original field.

"Don't make trouble."

He pushed Barbara back and pointed at the bear god ancestor of the statue behind him and asked: "This is what you transformed?"

Xiong Shenzu Ling immediately watched, a pair of round eyes was full of murderous intentions, and the bear skin on the mountain shook, exuding the original wild atmosphere.

Nidik took two steps with both hands in his chest and whispered to Martin: "Did this brother just run out of the virgin forest?"

"Also!"

Martin explained to Dick the existence of the ancestors.

Dick's mouth was engraved with Zhang Dacheng "O" shape: "It's really you, Martin, there are always some strange things around you."

Learning the identity of Xiong Shenzu, Dick no longer provoked him, and said with a smile:

"You just said to the child of Damian upstairs, it was really poisonous, it was just degrading him."

Dick was not a simple smile, but laughed.

Martin deliberately teased him and said, "Seeing that I have degraded your inheritance competitor, isn't it happy?"

Dick rolled his eyes and raised two middle fingers, shook his head and said, "I don't care about who his legacy is in the old guy of Bruce. I just just look at that child is not pleasing to the eye."

Barbara suddenly inserted Dick behind his back and exposed his black history: "On the day Damian was just sent to Wayne Manor, Dick took out his elder brother's shelf to teach him. As a result, the child was taken by the child. The knife cut out several wounds. ""

At that time, Barbara was also very angry with Damian's behavior, but things were in front of good friends, which became a joke with each other.

"I really don't know how Talia is the child who raised it, and use a knife to speak with a knife?"

Dick still regarded himself as the elder brother of the Wayne family. He was uncomfortable with Daman, but he still cared about the child's mental condition.

"His mother is a cold -blooded killer. His grandfather is a cult. Can you still expect him to be an outstanding citizen who grows up in that living environment?"

Martin carefully said: "Fortunately, he is just a teenage child. As long as he has long time and spends a lot of effort, even if it is hard irrigation, he can correct his three views."

This kind of thing has always been compulsory, and there is nothing to let it go.

Dick crooked his head for a while, and then shook his head: "No, no, he is the son of Bruce, and it is not mine. What do I do?"

Looking at Dick's mouth, Martin and Barbara laughed, and the air was full of a happy atmosphere.

Dick glanced at two friends in vain and did not ignore them.

The three were in trouble, and the time was at noon soon, and the entire manor was still busy decorating.

Martin touched the gurgling belly and asked Dick to take himself to the kitchen. He couldn't help but vomit: "Are you rich people who had a banquet to enjoy happiness or torture yourself?"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

After so half a day, dozens of talents just installed the decoration of the banquet.

"So, Bruce never does such a thing at home, usually just go to a special hotel."

Dick shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "But the banquet killer to catch this time was very picky. He only started at a private banquet, so he had to toss like this."

If you want to be a first-rate villain in Gotham, you can't just kill people. You also need to show your level of killing and your means of killing.

The group of robbers Martin met in the morning would have been famous in other cities, but in Gotham they are just ordinary people without a name.

Because they have no work, they don't even know how to use violence, let alone advance to art.

When he walked into the kitchen, the first thing Martin saw was a pile of various ingredients. Those ingredients were clearly marked with prices, and even the cheapest ones were thousands of dollars.

"Outrageous!"

Martin looked at the high-grade organic artificially raised eggs priced at $1,000 and felt that he was powerless to complain.

"What you are eating is not eggs at all, but those labels!"

Dick and Barbara didn't like this scene either.

The most expensive thing on Dick was his chivalrous equipment. As for daily life, he was no different from ordinary people.

Although Barbara was the daughter of the director, she was at most well-fed and well-clothed. Gordon didn't have the ability to support a luxurious life.

Martin shook his head helplessly, and did not continue to criticize this decadent and decadent life. He shook off the chefs, picked some ingredients and cooked a big meal.

The bear god ancestor ate the most happily. He didn't know what US dollars were. He only felt happy to taste the food again.

Martin looked at the busy chefs around him, slicing and cutting those expensive ingredients, and finally only a little was left, calling it "taking the essence", and throwing the rest into the trash can, and his blood pressure rose.

Dick and Barbara looked at Martin's increasingly dark face, and quickly stuffed lunch into their mouths. Each of them lifted Martin's arm and hurriedly left the kitchen.

Otherwise, they were afraid that the party killer hadn't arrived yet, and Martin would blow up Wayne Manor in anger.

"Calm down, calm down!"

Dick carefully persuaded Martin, who was about to explode with anger: "You also know that this is an accident. Bruce would never do this normally."

"I really hope that the aura that attracts criminals will take effect immediately, otherwise I will join that party killer."

One update! I'm resurrected again! Go, go, go!