novelraw Chapter 111 Waffles
Chapter 111 Waffles
Waiting for Jason, Damian and Harry to move to the kitchen in fear.To their surprise, Ah Fu was already dressed neatly, his hair combed meticulously, and he was standing upright beside the coffee machine with today's newspaper in his hand, looking as if nothing had happened.
The three children looked at each other, none of them wanting to be the unlucky one who spoke first—Harry poked Damian, Damian poked Jason, and Jason gave Damian a hard look, He poked it back hard again.
Ah Fu finally turned around slowly, with his hands behind his back as usual, his three-piece suit was ironed straight, and he looked like a traditional and qualified British butler from head to toe.
Seeing this, Jason and Damian stood up immediately.
"Breakfast is ready, young masters, Harley." Ah Fu's voice did not show any ups and downs.
Facing the plain old butler's reaction, no one responded for a while.
"Uh...where's father?" Damian scratched his head, trying to find a topic that wasn't a topic.
"Of course he's still sleeping, and I don't suggest you wake him up."
"Okay...ok..." Damian nodded, and then the three children sat around the dining table silently - looking at each other, feeling like they were sitting on pins and needles.
"Eat..." Jason finally shrugged and picked up a piece of waffle. He hasn't been back to the mansion for a long time to eat—in fact, he hasn't had a decent breakfast for a long time. He whispered, "Ah Fu Can you poison me to death?"
But one bite down, Jason frowned.Harry and Damian looked at him in horror.
"It's nothing... just, well, it's very ordinary," he looked at Ah Fu who was busy in the kitchen with his back to them, "I guess... Ah Fu didn't put his secret ingredients."
"It seems that this is his way of 'educating' us..." Damian replied in a low voice helplessly, "Now the question is, how long will this last..."
"Masters, Harley, what's the problem?" Ah Fu's voice suddenly sounded from behind them. The old housekeeper who was a secret agent has always mastered this remarkable skill-walking without sound!
"No...no problem." Jason and Damian obediently ate the tasteless waffles, unable to express their pain.
Ah Fu stood quietly for a while, sighed, and turned his gaze to Harry, "I'm very happy, you recovered so well."
"I'm sorry, I was not careful enough to make you worry." Harry looked up and actively admitted his mistake.
A Fu stroked the girl's hair, "Master Jason, Master Damian, thank you for doing... for Harry last night." When he said this, he didn't look at Jason and Damian .
"It's nothing, Fu. You are so polite, we feel excluded again... We have long regarded you and Harley as family." Jason put down his fork, stood up, and the old butler was at eye level. This moment of truth revealing made him uncomfortable.
Damian nodded.
Ah Fu squeezed his brows, "Okay, we won't talk about it again." He smiled kindly at the two boys, "...The waffles after that are all normal, only those two pieces... ..."
"Thank God!" Jason grinned, sat down again, and put two waffles on the plate at once, "I must say, you are too vengeful, Fu!"
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Damian spent the next two days in Titan.
In fact, they don't have any missions, but at least this place allows him to clean up those messy thoughts.
And, September is almost here, Harley - no!His sister! ——I'm going to that crappy boarding school again soon, and I'll be there for at least half a year.
He kept using Harley's identity to warn himself—what exactly was he warning?He didn't dare to think about it.
"Robin?" An annoying voice buzzed in his ears—the talkative Beast Boy came again...
"What's wrong with you these two days? I caught you a few times in a daze!" Garfield patted him on the shoulder, "Robin will also be in a daze. I remember you said you never dazed, 'Robin is always focused!' You're always so emphatic."
Beast Boy squeezed his throat, imitating Damian's way of talking exaggeratedly.
"I also said don't touch me..." He had tried his best to suppress his irritability, but someone always wanted to challenge him!
Damian squeezed the space between his brows, "I haven't had time to ask you, Mara...how did my cousin deal with it?"
Beast Boy sat down on the seat next to him, and also looked at the big screen in front of him, "Three years have passed... Think about the last time I saw her, we even took a trip to the Endless Island of the League of Assassins Son. To be honest, Mara is much prettier now, even with that scar."
"To the point..." Damian pinched his eyebrows again, his head ached, and he also needed a bottle of shit-like potion.
The Beast Boy shrugged, "Raven put her down, and used her mind magic to make your cousin forget what happened."
Afterwards, he snapped his fingers, "That's right! Some American wizards were hiding in the dark of the warehouse and wanted to attack us, but they were beaten by Raven and Starfire. Then they honestly admitted that they wanted to use some oblivion spell on us , Spark made them die of this heart, and also guaranteed that we would not say it-we all have Harley, how could we not know about the existence of wizards? They are so-naive-really-"
"They also asked me to give this to Harley." The Beast Boy fumbled in his pocket, "If you hadn't asked me today, I would have completely forgotten about it."
Damian frowned, and accepted the letter, which was warmed by the Beast Boy's body temperature (if it wasn't for Harry's stuff, he wouldn't have accepted it!)
"Those wizards said that Mara, who was blown into a balloon, was an unintentional explosion of magic by Harry, but after all, it hurt a 'No-Maj', an ordinary person in their dictionary," Garfield said, pointing his fingers and raising his eyes. Recalling, "So this time they will not pursue it for the time being, and only give a warning letter, but if Harley can't control herself next time, the Magic Council will break her wand and let Ilvermorny fire her."
However, Beast Boy was surprised to find that while he was speaking, Damian had already tore the warning letter to pieces two or three times.
"Uh... don't you want to give it to Harry?"
"No, because it's not important." Damian threw the shredded paper into the trash can and clapped his hands.
Of course it would be better for Harry not to go to that goddamn boarding school!
At this time, the communicator started to flash, and Damian sent the Beast Boy away, took the communicator and connected it.
"Grayson," he said dryly, "you better come to me with something important to talk about, and I'm busy."
Lying without drawing drafts, Damian actually has a lot of free time, and wants to go to the simulation room to kill a wave of virtual aliens again.
Dick's tone was always so gentle, Damian would never admit it... In fact, he secretly hoped to have a chat with his elder brother, even if it wasn't about Harley or girls, just about the latest weapons and tactics.
But Dick brought up the last topic he wanted to talk about...
"I've heard, about what happened on the night watch the other night... Glad Harley has magic to recover quickly."
"So?" Damian scratched his hair irritably and leaned back in the chair, "Thank you for your concern?"
"I also heard that the culprit is your cousin?"
"A distant family!" Why do they always emphasize the blood relationship between the two that exists in name only?
"Her father was expelled from the alliance long ago!"
"So that's it, I see... so you want to talk? Just me?"
Grayson was always like this, making Damian only half-fired.
"Not interested..." Damian murmured.
"No problem, I'm always here when you want to talk." Dick replied softly.
Damian rubbed his temples in frustration. This must be Grayson's conspiracy—this sentence is simply a psychiatrist-level guide...
"Marla asked me why I treated her so differently than I treated Harley," Damian said, "I couldn't answer for a moment."
Dick just listened quietly, his even breathing came from the communicator.
"I finally said that because of Mara's behavior, we were no longer siblings, and all she brought me was painful childhood memories."
"Of course, I admit that I, as a child, have to bear part of the fault."
"But that's not all."
Damian frowned and squeezed his fist.Saying these words still made him who didn't like expressing feel very... weird.
"Father and you have always emphasized, don't spend your life in regret like him...so, I think the main reason-is that I have learned how to live, how to accept, how to express intimacy?"*
"This is just my guess." Damian quickly added. "And, Halle is much cuter than Marla."
"I think you're right," Dick said with a smile in his voice, and Damian seemed to be able to see those... gentle blue eyes, conveying encouragement to him, "Thougher than I thought .”
Well, Dick really didn't help at all.
Damian hesitated for a while, Dick was not in a hurry, and the communicator still only had the sound of breathing.
"Grayson... you, uh..." Damian unconsciously pressed the hidden button on the glove, and the sharp blade in his fist opened and retracted regularly, his eyes went blank for a moment, and then he shook his head, "It's nothing, Forget it. The last person you should be asking this question is you, you amorous bastard."
"Wait a minute!" Dick broke his indifferent attitude for the first time, "What do you want to ask me?"