[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

That figure turned around, a face that the whole family had dreamed about for months, showing a tired but warm smile to Harry.

Harley couldn't believe her eyes, she stared blankly at Grandpa Alfred, and after getting his confirmation with a nod of relief, she quickly ran a few steps and rushed to hug Uncle Bruce.

But he stretched out his hand and gently stopped Harley, "I just came back, you can't imagine what this dress has gone through, if I hug you, you will have to take a shower."

"He's right," Uncle Hal winked at Harry, his green light uniform glowing with emerald light. Huhu water, I don't even know what it is."

Bruce shook his head resignedly, and Hal said how miserable he was.He rubbed Harley's hair, obeyed Ah Fu's arrangement, bid farewell to everyone, and went to the bathroom to clean his body.

This is a bath that spans thousands of years.

After Uncle Bruce left, Harry was still staring at the direction where his back disappeared, a little dazed.

Until Uncle Clark's soft voice sounded from the top of his head, "My adoptive father in a legal sense is just ignored." He complained to Diana in a serious manner.

"Oh...Hi...Uncle Clark, Sister Diana..." She greeted gently, feeling embarrassed.

"This little girl is really good at talking, she knows how to call Diana sister." Hal knelt down and pinched Harley's face, "Then don't call me Uncle Hal from now on, I'm Brother Hal."

"Evil, don't be ashamed, then you will be my peers." After receiving the notice from Ah Fu, Damian, who had just rushed back to the mansion from the Titan Tower, leaned against the door frame; Dick in the jacket, grabbing his tangled wig—Dick has been busy the last few days posing as an ordinary homeless person, gathering information on the streets of Gotham, outside of the night watch.

Not long after, Tim and Jason's exaggerated motorcycle engine sounds sounded from far and near outside the mansion, and the family gathered together.

Harley silently listened to Uncle Clark telling his brothers about Uncle Bruce's "adventures", and brother Tim, who was also there at the time, added from time to time-they said that Uncle Bruce came back from time after a fierce battle, haha Li could imagine that he looked like he hadn't slept for several days and nights just now, he was unshaven, and there was a trace of blood on the side of his neck that he hadn't had time to wipe off.

However, the first thing Uncle Bruce, who was fighting endlessly, did after taking a bath was not to enjoy Alfred's feast, but to go to the Batcave to check all the security records of Gotham during the six months he was away.

Harley and the four brothers looked at each other and joined Bruce in the Batcave, leaving Alfred upstairs to entertain the three Justice League guests who were sending Bruce home.

The shining blue light of the Batcave computer reflected Bruce's calm face.

Brother Dick was the first to step forward with a fearless spirit, "Bruce, you need to rest more."

"No, I've had enough rest." He was reading the police dispatch data of the Gotham Police Department, and at the same time quickly browsing the Arkham records. In another corner of the computer, there was also a Batman action briefing written by Dick.

Then, he turned around and faced his children, "Ah Fu always reminded me that I didn't give you the affirmation you deserve in time-I must say, you did a good job. I'm proud of you."

The brothers fell into a brief silence. Jason was the first to react. He said quietly, "It seems that time travel has made you sentimental."

Uncle Bruce laughed heartily, "I've always been sentimental. You can't imagine how many philosopher-like inner monologues I have every day."

His eyes were soft, looking around the Batcave he hadn't seen in a long time, seeing the little changes Dick and the others had made to it—some, changes he, the control freak, decided to embrace, until he saw the , Strange Robin uniform.

It's Harley's... and she was careless and forgot to put it away...

"What's the matter with this new Robin uniform." Uncle Bruce's expression changed, and his eyes became sharp.

Dick: "..."

Jason: "..."

Tim: "..."

Damian: "..."

Harry: "..."

"Huh? No one answered me?" Uncle Bruce's eyes slashed across everyone, especially staying on Harry for a few seconds.

Damian spoke first, but the movement of clearing his throat was superfluous, "Well... it's mine."

"So small?" Bruce throws up his arms, a sign that he's getting serious.

Tim pursed his lips, frowning as if he was doubting himself, "It's actually a Halloween cosplay costume I made for Harley."

"I'll give you one last chance."

Dick, who was closest, put his hand on Bruce's shoulder, making everyone admire him, "Sit down first, Bruce, let's talk slowly."

"Sitting down makes it harder for people to vent their anger. I taught you that. So, Dick, don't expect it to work on me." Now Uncle Bruce's eyes were completely glued to Harry.

She really wanted to hide in some brother's cloak.

Dick withdrew his hand and looked at Harry, his eyes were encouraging, but Harry couldn't feel it.

"Well, it's okay if you don't sit," Dick swallowed. "You already know that I took over your... caped fighter image, and there was nothing I could do about it. You shouldn't be angry because of this, right?"

"Of course not, this is the most reasonable and correct way," Bruce's voice began to take on Batman's gloom, "but I will definitely be angry because you have been playing around with me."

Harry closed his eyes, and went all out, "That's my uniform..."

"And I've been on the move with Brother Dick for months."

Uncle Bruce didn't answer for a long time, just stared at her straight.

The older brothers and Harry didn't dare to vent their anger.

"I thought 'Robin' in the Batman action briefing was referring to Damian or Tim..." It must have been the calm before the storm, he didn't get angry directly, "Can any of you help me understand , why does she act at night? Is there no one in this family? "

"No...yes, I want to help..." Harley's voice became smaller and smaller under the dark knight's death gaze.

"At that time, many factors came together. Your departure made us all sad and devastated," Brother Dick quickly added, "Damian was overworked and injured, and I...wasn't a ...you are qualified."

"Harry has this ability, so it's only natural to inherit this Robin uniform." Damian probably wanted to help Harry, but Harry felt that this was actually a supplementary knife, because Uncle Bruce's face was hearing "inherit this uniform." When the words "a Robin uniform" were written, it became noticeably darker.

"Don't look at me, I'm not involved in this matter." Jason hurriedly distanced himself from it.

"I probably designed the uniform." Tim reluctantly admitted, "but I strengthened the protection, and Harley was never hurt...well, never seriously." Embarrassed and ashamed, Tom changed his words.

"So you're all proud?" Bruce asked back, looking at the children one by one.

"Why not? She's excellent." Only Damian dared to answer like that.

Uncle Bruce stopped talking again, stared at Harry for a while, looked down at her, and dared not make eye contact with him again.Then Harry heard a heavy sigh.

This made her a little aggrieved, is she that bad?

"...I don't disagree with Damian's words," Uncle Bruce's voice sounded more tired, "I can hardly tell the difference between Harry and Damian from the action records-I just noticed that sometimes Luo Bing seems to be more compliant with instructions, which is a rare quality."

"So, the past, let it go. But, Harley can no longer act as Robin," Bruce continued cruelly when he saw the girl immediately looked up and looked at him with a look of shock mixed with disappointment, "Yes, I'm going to fire you."