novelraw Chapter 13 Theory of War and Hairpin Bows
Chapter 13 Theory of War and Hairpin Bows
"I don't know..." Harry bit her lips, she didn't want to say, and she didn't want to say that it was because of Damian, he was so kind to herself.
So Harry swallowed, raised his chest, and faced the headmaster, "I don't know why they hit me, they just rushed over, maybe trying to steal my money?"
"That's the son of the owner of Gotham's second largest nightclub," the headmaster pointed to the little fat man, "No lying!"
"Maybe it's because of my British accent? How do I know why he hit me? You should ask him. Would you ask a robbed victim why he was robbed?" Harry said confidently.
"If it's in Gotham? Yes!" The principal replied without hesitation.
Even Damian didn't know how to respond to such a brazen answer.
Harry was also speechless, "... Anyway, I don't know."
The principal snorted heavily, and turned his attack target to those school bullies again, "Then tell me, why do you bully a little girl?"
The kid was even more afraid to say that it was because of Damian, or Damian's father, who had just been beaten violently, and dared to say that he was booking the next meal.
The principal's investigation has come to a standstill. Normally, he doesn't care who is right and who is wrong, but this time he can't afford to offend the parents behind the children on both sides.
Harry felt that the principal in front of him looked like he was going to flip the table in a second.
"What trouble has my dear son gotten into this time?"
Uncle Bruce happened to push the door open at this time, and his lazy voice caused ripples in the frozen principal's room. Harry felt that his appearance was too timely.
The principal immediately changed his face and greeted him with a smile. Harry really wanted to ask him if his face would cramp?
"Mr. Wayne, it's really troublesome for you, and I have to take time out of my busy schedule to come here," the principal scowled, "Damian is so good, what can I do?"
Harry was baffled by this development.
"It's just..." the principal moved away his fat body, exposing Harry and Damian who were tightly blocked, "The children were having conflicts, and Damian beat the other students to death in order to protect his sister." It's too cruel...it makes me unable to do business."
Uncle Bruce saw the "school bullies" wiping their noses from Damian with emotionally difficult eyes, and stayed for a few seconds on Harry's dirty face and the arm held by Damian.
"Ah, isn't this the youngest son of the Williams family?" Uncle Bruce took a big step, rubbed the hair of "Michelin tires" affectionately, and winked at the second fattest child, the one who accused Uncle Bruce of robbing His business.
"Mr. Nelson, I always thought you went to a private elementary school."
"My father's business was not good last year..." Harry felt that Nelson was about to gnash his teeth.
On the surface, Bruce was making friends with a few brats, but in fact he was quietly observing their injuries—he felt more relieved when he realized that they were all skin traumas.He disapproves of Damian's senseless excesses in violence.With the injuries he has seen so far, Damian has already restrained himself, perhaps using less than one-tenth of his strength.
With his son's temper, under normal circumstances, he would not bother to talk to these children. It seems that they are bullying Harley.
Bruce frowned exaggeratedly at the principal, with a painful expression.
"Damian is indeed a bit too much, so let's suspend his classes for a few days, and I will let him go home and reflect on himself."
"It's not fair!" Harry blurted out in a hurry, but when he saw the two adults turned their heads to stare at him, he froze, "We're going to suspend classes together, and I'm also involved..."
"Oh, what a brother-sister relationship, Mr. Wayne is well-bred," the principal clapped his hands hypocritically, "I will also tell the other parents about this, and warn them to take good care of their children and not to bully the freshmen. If they ask If you start..."
The headmaster's small eyes were shining, and they were rolling around.
"Of course," Uncle Bruce took out a small notebook and took out a pen while writing, "Gotham Elementary is lucky to have a principal like you. This is a sponsorship from the Wayne Group. As far as I know, the school's computer It's time to update, do you think this number is enough?"
He handed out a small slip of paper.
Everyone could see that the principal's smile was genuine this time. He couldn't wait to take it, glanced at it, stuffed it into his pocket, and shook hands with Uncle Bruce cheerfully.
"Enough, enough, the new computer lab will be named after Mr. Wayne."
"It's not necessary," Bruce held Harry's hand, "I just ask the principal to take care of the new member of our family. Although Harry is my housekeeper's granddaughter, I treat her as my own. I saw that her arm was injured today. , I am also very heartbroken, you see, a girl's family, what to do if there are scars."
Bruce looked more aggrieved than Harry.
The principal hurriedly said, "Mr. Wayne is right!" He turned his head and reprimanded several "school bullies" who had been dazed, "You are also suspended for three days! Go home and reflect! Bullying a girl? Yours? Your parents will be ashamed of you too!"
Bruce had already pulled Harry and Damian out at this time.
Walking in the quiet school corridor, Damian looked back at the principal's office, where the principal's curse could still be faintly heard.
"You know he's not going to update the school computer, he's just pocketing the check."
"If he did, a bat would visit him at night."
Harry couldn't understand Uncle Bruce's answer.
"Take Harry to pack your things. I'll wait for you by the car. It's fine to go home for a few days. I always feel that Afu is too anxious to let Harry go to school." Uncle Bruce resumed Harry's familiar calm.
He crouched down in front of Harry and lifted Harry's arm slightly.
Harry was embarrassed by Uncle Bruce's concerned eyes, "It's a minor injury, and Damian has already taken care of it for me."
Uncle Bruce put down her arm and took her hand, "Harry, would you like to go to a private elementary school? There will be a better environment, better teaching quality, and stricter management. Things like today will happen. is much less likely."
Harry looked up at Brother Damian beside him.
"Will Damian go?"
Damian snorted, "Of course not, private schools are not suitable for me, and I don't need their teaching quality."
Harry shook his head decisively at Uncle Bruce, "Then I won't go either."
Hearing Harry's answer, Damian shook his head impatiently, "Children are the most stupid."
Then he walked away without looking back, Harry let go of Uncle Bruce and trotted a few steps to keep up.
Damian went to the third grade classroom first, and Harley silently packed her things under the eyes of the students with different expressions. It should be quite rare to be suspended on the first day of school.
After that, Harley followed Damian to the sixth grade. He didn't even have to enter the classroom, he just opened the locker and picked up the books. The Construction of ", "On War"*, "Advanced Programming".
Harry was taken aback by the names of these books, "Is this what we need to learn in sixth grade?"
"Of course not." Damian snorted coldly.
"I've been able to go to college, but my father says I'm going to have a mediocre student life to...uh...my school is mine...uh..."
Damian frowned. Of course he couldn't say "my mediocre student status is my disguise", just like Brucey is Batman's disguise.
"You don't understand even if you say it." Damian ended the conversation simply and rudely, but thinking that Halle was also suspended from school, it was enough to be wronged. Isn't it too fierce for him to say that?
"In short, the normal learning content is too simple for me." Damian added.
"You are amazing! Can you teach me? I want to be like you too!"
Damian turned his head and saw the little girl with upturned face and eyes full of admiration.
"...Why?" Harry could never have a mother who expected her to inherit the League of Assassins.
"Because... I have an enemy who wants my life. I don't know what to do. At least it won't hurt to read more books, I guess." Harry whispered more and more.
"...Okay," Damian couldn't refuse this reason, "but you have to work very hard, you are already behind."
Harley was a little bit shocked, obviously her grades were above average, but she fell behind with brother Damian.
Work hard!
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Sitting in the car back to Wayne Mansion, Harry sat between Uncle Bruce and Damian, the silent atmosphere in the car made her nervous.
She carefully looked at the expressionless Uncle Bruce, and said in a low voice, "It's all because of me... Uncle, don't be angry with Damian."
"I'm not angry with Damian." Bruce, who was thinking about the recent movements of the black mask, came back to his senses, stroked Harry's hair, and turned to Damian and said seriously, "Damian, I know you have Control your temper, I'm proud of you."
There was no need to talk too much between father and son, Damian just nodded.
At an intersection, Damian asked the driver to stop, "I'm going to the Titan Tower, I have a mission."
Harry mechanically waved his hand to say goodbye. He didn't know what the "Titan Tower" Brother Damian was talking about, but he looked solemn and proud, as if he was going to save the world.
Harry sticks out his tongue at his wild imagination.
When she got home, Grandpa Fu, who always seemed to know everything in advance, just greeted her with a warm smile at the door without asking any questions.
As soon as Harley entered the door, she told Grandpa Afu that she wanted to visit Wayne's study.
"There are currently no children's books there. Harley, tell me what books you want to read, and I'll go buy them for you." Grandpa Afu took Harry's small schoolbag.
"I don't want to read children's books, Grandpa Fu, I want to read big books like Damian!"
Harry raised her small face and vowed, "But I will finish my homework first, don't worry."
He should have thought that this family could not raise ordinary children. Alfred looked at this girl with bright eyes. Perhaps, the plan to train her should also be advanced.
"But I want to treat the elbow wound for you first, okay? After that, the whole study will be yours."
Harry nodded vigorously.
In the study room at night, Harley, who buried herself in her books after dinner, was a little sleepy, but she must finish reading "On War" that she had read at brother Damian's place today.
She doesn't understand a lot of content here, so she plans to skim through it today, and ask Grandpa Fu tomorrow if she doesn't understand.
At this time, light footsteps came from the door of the study, and Harry turned his head, it was Brother Damian.
He was wearing a white shirt and simple black trousers. He was barefoot, and there were drops of water in his hair. He should have just showered.
But Harry could still smell a faint smell of gunpowder when he approached.
"I found this in my pocket, you dropped it at school today."
Brother Damian pulled out a bow-tie barrette and put it next to Harry's textbooks.
The author has something to say:
*The image of Damian in this article is mainly taken from new52. In it, Mr. Mi was able to command the army when he was less than ten years old. Super Su! (I don't know who that brat on pre52 is...)
* "On War", written by German military theorist and military historian Clausewitz, Damian mentioned Clausewitz's name in new52.
*This is an update from the high-speed rail, I wish you all a happy new year in advance!
*In order to write the plot of Gotham, some time ago, I picked up the American drama "Gotham" that was abandoned after watching 2 seasons. The longer the little master, the more handsome he is!The growth of the head is also very gratifying!Gotham is getting scary...and what's up with Gordon?With the rhythm of one girlfriend in one season, this is to seize the time to start a harem before the master grows up?