[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

Late at night, on the top floor of Wayne Building, which is cold and empty——

"Alfred, I'm back."

In the eyes of outsiders, Damian Wayne, the heir to the Wayne Group and the only son of the family, must be talking to himself at this moment.

A cat he called "Alfred" - a black and white, very ordinary cat, jumped from the chair and walked gracefully towards him.

Damian sneered to himself, and he had indeed passed the days when he only spoke to a cat.

Sometimes he thinks it understands; other times, it's just dozing off.

His father died at night in Gotham when he was 14, and he's 27 now.

Dick died too; and his relationship with Jason Todd and Tim Drake has also drifted away during these 13 years.

Barbara Gordon is now the Chief of Police, as conscientious as her father is, only, she never gets up again.

The cat listened to his analysis of the case, the situation in Gotham, and accompanied him to meditate and fall asleep in the lonely late night.

Damian would rather talk to a cat than develop a highly simulated AI - he doesn't think he's crazy enough yet.

Who is crazier talking to an AI or talking to a cat?Damian has always chosen the former.

"Did you know? The end of the world was cancelled," he said to Alfred, who was lying at his feet, licking his fur. "I stopped it."

He stepped into the encrypted elevator reserved for the CEO.This elevator only went to one floor—the ground floor of the Wayne Building.There, is his Batcave.

The automatic sensor lights at the entrance of the cave lighted up one after another after he entered, and the display cabinets and automatic screens on both sides showed the heroic appearance of his father and brothers.

Damian just glanced at it lightly.

Taking off the hood with a broken corner, the stuffy gloves, and the heavy armor on his upper body, Damian sat in the chair in front of the bat computer, exhaled shallowly, and began to treat the wound alone.

"Gotham can be quiet for at least a month." After swallowing a few pills like eating candy, Damian opened the folder on the screen, "I finally have time to arrange Alfred's legacy."

The cat jumped on his shoulder.

"It's not you," he stroked the cat, "you're just a neutered cat, you have no offspring."

Damian was referring to the deceased former butler, the last of the Wayne family's butler, Alfred Pennyworth.

As an Englishman, Ah Fu worked hard for the Wayne family and Gotham for the rest of his life.Ah Fu had no time to spend on the salary his father paid him, so he accumulated a considerable amount of savings.

Ah Fu told Damian very early on that if he was gone one day, the deposit would be donated to Wayne's charity fund.

Damian verbally agreed.However, after Ah Fu really passed away... He looked at the numbers on the screen and couldn't press the confirmation button for the transfer.What A Fu left behind is really too little...

In the end, Damian allocated the same amount as Ah Fu's deposit from his own account, and donated it to the foundation in Ah Fu's name.

Ah Fu's money, he decided to leave it to his descendants in the UK.

Damian remembered that Affo mentioned his branch of the Pennyworth surname, which was no longer continued.So he almost never returned to England to visit relatives.

He mentioned that he has two nieces in London, they call him uncle, and they both have offspring. The son born to the older one and the daughter born to the younger one should be only three or four years younger than Damian.But the youngest niece and her husband both died in an accident many years ago.He said he wanted to go back and see, but it never happened.

Damian hopes that this money will make life better for Ah Fu's descendants.

Over the years, he has already fallen into the increasingly chaotic night streets of Gotham. According to Barbara Gordon, the difference between him and those criminals is getting smaller and smaller... Sometimes, Damian feels that what Barbara said That's right.This good thing of giving hope to others instead of sending them to death was exactly what he needed.

He had tracked down Petunia Evans, who had long since married and changed her name to Petunia Dursley, and her son, Dudley Dursley.Petunia is the older of Alfred's two nieces.

And Lily Evans, died at the age of 21.Her daughter, Harriet Potter, should have been adopted by the Petunia family after Lily's death, according to clues.It's just that Harriet seemed to have completely evaporated from the world after she was 17 years old—that is, 7 years ago.

According to blood relationship, Petunia, Dudley and Harriet are the legal heirs of Alfred's estate.

Damian hadn't been able to find any suspected deaths of Harriet.As for the records of Harriet at Petunia's house, there were indeed pitifully few—no, suspiciously few.

Was it Penny who ruthlessly kicked her out of the house when she was just 17 years old?Or did she choose to run away from home after she was able to take care of herself?Out of respect for Ah Fu, Damian chose not to speculate maliciously for the time being.

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The ordinary chartered private jet landed in London in the evening, and Damian stepped out of the cabin and buttoned up his suit.This long-lost peace made him suddenly have the illusion... that he was on vacation.

He quickly found Privet Drive in Little Whinging District according to the address. A row of typical middle-class two-story buildings lined up neatly on both sides of the road.

Damian parked the car, casually pulled the hem of his jacket, and rang the doorbell of No. 4 Privet Drive.

Although Damian's haircut is bald at this time, anyone with a discerning eye can see that he looks dignified, and certain items such as watches and leather shoes are even top-notch, not to mention Mrs. Dursley who takes pleasure in spying on neighbors' lives?

Therefore, when Damian appeared at the door of the room, in the eyes of Petunia Dursley who had just opened the door, it was as if a scrolling price tag automatically appeared on his body-suit, 2 pounds; watch, Omega limited edition, 10 million pounds and so on...

So he was warmly welcomed into the living room by Petunia Dursley before he could introduce himself, and immediately received hot tea.

Damian sat down on the floral sofa and carefully observed every corner of the house, but he did not find any traces of a girl's life - no photos, no young girls on the hanger at the door There are only three pairs of clothes and slippers...

Vernon Dursley - who was pretty much the fattest regular man Damian had seen in nearly a decade - joined the conversation at Petunia's greeting.

Everything went well, especially when he mentioned Alfred's legacy, even Mr. Dursley, who was stern at first, squinted his eyes and smiled.

But when he mentioned Harriet Potter...

The fat on Feinon's face trembled, and the fierce light in his eyes was almost comparable to the gangsters on the streets of Gotham at night.

"That freak is dead." Fenon snorted, "Panvonis' inheritance is only for my wife and son. We raised her without getting a single penny in compensation! Now, at last, something in return Already!"

Damian narrowed his eyes, "His name is Pennyworth..."

Vernon Dursley shrugged nonchalantly.

Dursley's words made Damian guess about the relationship of this family in his heart.He looked at Petunia, she was submissive, and seemed to disagree with what Fenon said...but she finally lowered her head and remained silent, avoiding Damian's sight.

"How much is the total?" Vernon Dursley asked bluntly.

Damian didn't hesitate at all, and only reported a two-thirds number.Regardless of character, Petunia and her son were the legitimate heirs—the other third, he would leave to find Harriet alone.

At Fenon's urging, and Petunia's silence, Damian pulled out his checkbook.It has just been written, and is about to be handed over to Feinon, who is blindfolded——

A voice came, "What's going on?"

A young man in his 20s stood at the door of the living room with a briefcase in his hand.

Comparing the information in his mind, Damian knew that this was Dudley Dursley, the only son of the Dursleys.

It's hard to believe that he wasn't fat at all - no, he used to be, but he lost weight after he turned 18.

Petunia went up to meet her and whispered something to Dudley.

Dudley didn't hear a few words before striding forward angrily.

He snatched the check from Feinon's hand, "I can't believe it, it's been so many years, and you still want to squeeze her?!"

Dudley handed back the check to Damien. "She's alive. I know, I believe."

"You rambunctious brat," Fernon jumped up with an agility that didn't match his stature, pointing at Dudley's face and scolding, "I worked so hard to support this family, your mother and you! That weird Evans!"

"I don't owe you, I'm already working! I'm looking for a house with my fiancée!" Dudley shot back.

Glancing hard at his son, Fenon told Damian. "That freak is dead to us!"

Afterwards, Petunia took Vernon and pushed him back upstairs to the bedroom.

Damian could see that Petunia still hoped to leave some money for Harriet...

Under Petunia's instruction, only Damian and Dudley were left in the living room at this time.

Dudley put down his briefcase and sat opposite Damian, "I'm sorry to let Mr. Wayne see this."

Damian waved his hand, "You said Harriet is still alive? Do you have any clues?"

Dudley shook his head.

"So do you have any... information about her? Can help me track her down?"

Dudley didn't answer right away, but looked up and down at Damian, "Harry has enemies, enemies who wanted her life..."

Damian was surprised for a moment, "And you doubt me?"

He spread his hands, "Huh—I don't know what to say to make you believe me. You can use your mobile phone to search my name, and you will know that I am a fairly famous businessman in the United States... I don't have to come to find it myself Trouble from a 24-year-old girl."

Dudley Dursley actually pulled out his phone and started Googling "Damian Wayne"...

Damian touched the top of his head helplessly, and he remembered another detail that surprised him in Dudley's words just now——

"You mentioned that Harriet had mortal enemies? That's not the life experience of any average teenage girl."

"Is she an eyewitness to some case? Is she included in the protection plan?"

Dudley put away his phone, and seemed satisfied with the result. He heard Damian's question and shook his head.

"She...is special."

"You mean..."

"I don't mean to say that she has any disease," Dudley paused, "she...has the ability."

"She's a superhuman?!" Damian's voice raised irrepressibly.Seeing Dudley visibly vigilant again, Damian quickly waved his hands, "I have no intention of keeping her secret, I just want to find her."

"To a certain extent, you can think so. Her abilities are also innate." Dudley said ambiguously.

"Other than that, she's... fine, of course, I'm not saying her abilities aren't good." Dudley continued, "I'm sorry for her, I've been bullying her since we couldn't walk gone."

"My parents treated her badly, and Mr. Wayne must have seen it—of course I also contributed to this." He closed his eyes, "When I was a child... I always robbed her of her few food."

He pointed to the stairs, "She lived in the cupboard until she was 11 years old, yes, the one under the stairs. Parents sometimes punished her because she couldn't control her abilities, and only gave her a bowl of soup a day— — there’s only one vegetable leaf in it.”

"And back then I never thought there was anything wrong with that."

"I'm not my parents," Dudley said finally. "...I tried not to be them afterwards."

Damian found that he couldn't get in the conversation, and Dudley looked like he was a psychiatrist.

"It's annoying to tell you this...my fiancée has been encouraging me to go to church to confess...but I don't have the courage." He smiled shyly at Damian, "I think I really need to say it."

"Of course she's not without revenge. She has some friends who will stand up for her, conjuring me a pig's tail or something." Thinking of these past events, Dudley actually laughed.

"At 15, she saved me from some kind of monster, and she was put on trial for it. That's when I decided to change - not just because of her. It's because I was around those monsters , saw some horrific images... I saw myself, and I realized that what I hated the most was actually myself."

"...At the age of 17, in order to fight some kind of evil dark force, she completely severed contact with us, in order to protect our family."

"She went to war after that, and she was a hero in their world."

"Our family, as you have seen, is a typical British middle-class family, with a small bungalow, a small garden, family photos and visits in front of the fireplace - but we have never had a photo of her."

Damian listened carefully to Dudley's confession, trying to figure out the life trajectory of a girl who was as ill-fated as he was.

But these can't help him find her.

Dudley took out his wallet at this time, "...I tore this from a piece of their newspaper, she can only sneak out at night, and burn those... er...their world that their parents regard as a scourge. s things."

Damian took the thin slip of paper from Dudley.Judging from the texture of the paper, this is the cutting of a newspaper.And this photo actually moves, it really moves, either on the LCD screen, or on ordinary newspapers!

Seeing this photo, Damian instantly understood Harriet's secret—she was a wizard.

He had come into contact with this kind of magical group that secretly lived among ordinary people when he was in the United States.Fortunately, they are self-contained and have a relatively complete social mechanism. They just want to hide and don't plan to make trouble.He also let them go.

"Can I take this picture with me?" Damian asked.

"Sorry, I can't give you this photo, I only have this one." Dudley smiled apologetically, "You can't remake it with your mobile phone, there is some kind of protection setting on their photos, you can only get a black screen."

Although Damian was helpless, he expressed his understanding.He carefully observed the photo in his hand, on which was a girl with green eyes and black hair, about 16 or 7 years old.

It's hard to believe that this is Ah Fu's granddaughter, Ah Fu is not so good-looking.

"I'd like to believe she's alive," said Dudley softly. "She has to be alive."

"I sometimes stop a costumed person or two on the road - a lot of people in their world don't know how to wear our clothes. Some people will play dumb with me, and some people will when I mention her name Letting out... screams of admiration, like we're chasing stars." Dudley smiled wistfully.

"About that inheritance," Dudley said frankly, "give my part to Harry too. I don't need it. My fiancée and I both have good jobs."

Damian returned the magic photo to Dudley, "Are you sure?"

Dudley nodded firmly, "I'm sure. But my mother's, I still want to fight for her. She hasn't had an easy time these years. I can see...she misses Harry sometimes, she thinks I'm sorry for my sister."

"Of course, you deserve it." Damian took out his checkbook and suddenly remembered that the amount he reported just now was only two-thirds.

With a mental shrug, he divided two-thirds by two and wrote it on the check.In this way, what was left to Harriet became two-thirds of the actual total.

"Well, you and your mother get half." Damian handed out the check and said brazenly.

Dudley thought for a while, "It's okay..."

He took the check and pulled out a card, "Here's my business card - can you let me know if you find Harley?

"I'm not going to disturb her life," he added.

Damian nodded perfunctorily, "You're a nice young man, keep it up."

After shaking hands with Dudley, Damian did not say goodbye to the Dursleys, and left Number 4 Privet Drive without any regrets.

*************

Afterwards, Damian returned to his safe house in London and connected to the host computer in the Batcave.

According to his memory, he was good at drawing, and he drew on paper the appearance of Harriet that he had seen in Dudley's newspaper clippings.

After making revisions and finally being satisfied, Damian scanned the sketch into a computer and edited it with [-]D modeling images.

"Add 8 years." He gave a voice command to the computer, "She should be 24 years old now."

After everything was in order, he entered the modeled face into the global surveillance face recognition system, and set the search focus to the UK and neighboring countries.He didn't think Harriet would leave Europe.

As he expected, after just 5 minutes, he locked her in the surveillance records of several supermarkets in London——

"Bingo, found you, Harriet Potter."

The author has something to say:

*Female Kazakhs are set to experience almost the same experience as male Kazakhs, but after being an Auror for a few years, they live in seclusion in the Muggle world. The reason for her seclusion will be explained later.

*The setting of adult rice follows Batman 666, bald, fierce, protecting Gotham alone.Rice's base in batman666 is in the Wayne Building from the screen.There are skylines of other buildings outside the window, which looks like the top floor...but the next few pages look like the underground.Here it is assumed that the top floor is the external office and residence, and there is a base underground.

*set Damian 27, Halle 24

*Remember Rowling said that the scariest picture Dudley saw under the influence of the dementor was his own ugly appearance.

*Reminded by the little angel, "Watchtower Cafeteria Bankrupt Girl" may be released first

Little angels should not feel pressured, the main reason is that the collection of data from the European and American music circles is not enough.Go back to DC and the world of American TV dramas first, I did plan to start this article before, and I read Bankrupt Sisters again a month ago 23333

I may not be able to write max's chic and poisonous tongue_(:з」∠)_