novelraw Chapter 250 Plates and Wine Glasses (Catching Bugs)
Chapter 250 Plates and Wine Glasses (Catching Bugs)
In the slanting sunlight of the afternoon, Bruce looked thoughtfully at Alfred, who was creaming Halle's birthday cake tonight in the kitchen.
He cleared his throat, and said seemingly unintentionally: "Damian and Harry, the cooperation of the night watch has been very tacit recently..."
"Huh?" Ah Fu continued to apply the cream, and replied to Bruce in a chatty gesture, "Indeed. I am very pleased that she can recover so quickly. She is already a big girl with outstanding abilities."
Bruce continued to remain silent, the coffee in his hand had become cold, and his fingers were still subconsciously sliding around the rim of the cup.
"...Help me move tomorrow's board meeting to the morning, okay? The sooner the better, 8:8 is good." He looked up and said to A Fu: "We leave at [-] o'clock. Let's have breakfast outside."
"Leave at 8 o'clock?" Afu was slightly surprised. He put down the butter knife, turned to look at Bruce, "Are you sure, Master Bruce? You haven't woken up so early for many years."
"Tomorrow it's just a routine board meeting and you're not going to be there for the most part."
Bruce sighed over the coffee, "Ah Fu...you really didn't expect that?"
He said helplessly, "I don't want to stay at home. I'm sure I'll find something...like expressions. I'm afraid I won't be able to resist hitting Damian, but he hasn't done anything wrong."
"What did you find? Oh—oh——" Ah Fu's voice suddenly rose. As the calmest person in the whole family, he hasn't shown such a surprised expression for a long time. "Master Damian will be like this..." He spread the cream The movement stopped again, turning to look at Bruce, "Really? On the night of Halle's birthday?!"
Bruce couldn't laugh or cry, he almost wanted to cover his face with his hands, he would be ashamed of his son one day.
"A few days ago, I found a box of unopened condoms in his room," he bit the bullet, analyzing the clues at hand to Ah Fu, "the date is very new...it must have been bought recently."
Ah Fu put down the butter knife and supported the table. For a moment, Bruce worried that being so direct would scare the old butler into a heart attack.
"God, Halle is going to be an adult...I don't even want to make this cake." Ah Fu shook his head, "However, thinking about those teenage mothers, Halle and Damian are at least two enough to be responsible for themselves... Can Wait until this time."
"You were about...15 years old, or 16 years old?" He looked at Bruce with teasing eyes.
"Ahem... forgot. It's too long ago." Bruce's cheeks were hot, and he refused to recall the crazy green years.
"It's... sooner or later, an inevitable experience in life," Afu was more like talking to himself than talking to Bruce, "She's grown up," Afu kept nodding, Bruce understood the old The butler is trying to convince himself, "This is...a good thing? I guess..."
But when the old butler said the word "good thing", he frowned, distorting his entire face.
Bruce stood up, walked around the dining table, walked to Al Fu, and patted him on the shoulder, "Look, I'll just say it's complicated. Let's leave the mansion tomorrow morning, out of sight and out of mind."
"Okay..." Ah Fu sighed.
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It is said that the birthday of adulthood must be celebrated, but Harley just wants to be with her family, and a warm light meal is enough.
Ah Fu satisfied her, and tonight it was only her and a few brothers—brothers who could walk away.
The family are all justice vigilante detectives, and Harley wouldn't be disappointed not to be able to celebrate her birthday with her - it's just an opportunity for everyone to be together every once in a while.
She is loved by her family, from the age of 8 to 17, and these feelings do not need to be proved by birthdays.
Jason didn't come, it is said that he took a mission from Amanda Waller... This woman from the US government is very dangerous, and Halle is very worried.
The other thing about Jason is that he's actually started sending her stuffed animals, cute, over-the-top teddy bears, like... refusing to face the fact that she's grown up?
Dick and Tim were there, and Dick brought Cory.They will have a wedding soon.
The entire restaurant is lit up with a joyous and happy atmosphere.It's just... why does Grandpa Ah Fu's expression on serving the birthday cake become more depressed the more he looks at it?
Harley didn't worry too much about this, because she had been quietly staring at Damian who was standing by the window, discussing the case with Uncle Bruce.
After 12 o'clock tonight, it will be... "legal".
And he looks so peaceful...
It made a little knot in her stomach.
Doesn't he look forward to it?Hasn't he been waiting for this day?Is not it?
Is it because you are not attractive?Going to the gym for a few more days of squats?
Damian even has a night watch tonight...
Also, he hadn't discussed it with her recently.When acting together, he is also strict and discusses the matter as it stands.
What about herself?Harry asked back, did she expect so much herself?
Tsk, how could she be more eager than Damian?
She sighed and concentrated on the cakes—poking them to pieces.
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Harry didn't expect that he would be stopped by Damian on the way to help Grandpa Ah Fu deliver the dishes to the kitchen.
"You don't want to go to the night watch tonight. I told my father that Barbara and Tim will be with me." Damian lowered his head, his green eyes sparkled with a certain spirit, and said to her with a smile .
"Why don't you let me go?" Harry frowned.
"You really don't know?" Damian blinked.
Harry shook her head innocently.
"Today is your birthday," Damian smiled, "You are going to be an adult."
"What does that have to do with the night watch? You didn't slack off on your 18th birthday."
He blinked again, then looked left and right, and when no one was passing by, he moved closer to Harry.His voice suddenly lowered, with a dangerous magnetism, "You will distract me, seriously distracting..."
He moved closer and closer, and was now almost in Harry's ear—
"Considering what I plan to do to you when I come back tonight..."
His light breath brushed the broken hair beside her ears, and the smell of sea salt perfume surrounded her.
His hint caused Harry to suddenly lack oxygen. She couldn't help but take a deep breath, and the plate in her hand trembled.
"oh oh……"
Damian, this... is too sudden...
She swallowed, a little dizzy.
"You know what I want to do, don't you?" His voice deepened, and he put a hand on Harry's shoulder, stroking up and down.
This seemingly simple action made Harry's legs weak, and the plate shook even more.
"Tell me you want to too." He asked hoarsely.
Harry closed his eyes and nodded slightly.
Damian bent down, leaned close to her ear again, and asked in a low voice, "Your room, or mine?"
"It's all right," her mouth was dry, and she could hardly speak, obviously the blood was rushing to her head - she felt her hot cheeks - but she seemed to be unable to think at all.
"You, you decide..."
He gave her a gentle smile. "I want you to choose a location where you are most relaxed and at ease."
"It's all okay..." She was forced to carry the plate with both hands. Grandpa Afu likes this set of porcelain very much, so she can't drop it.
Damie looked at her quietly, as if she had the patience of the whole world, waiting for her to choose a room.
"Then, it's yours." She licked the corner of her mouth.
Her final choice made Damian's eyes widen slightly, and Harry even found a hint of surprise, "Okay."
"I'll be back around 12 o'clock." He stretched out his hand, brushed a strand of hair that fell on the side of her face from lowering her head behind her ear, and leaned closer again, "wait for me in my room."
She didn't know whether it was the content of his words or his unusually deep and magnetic voice that caused her to tremble, she had never experienced a similar feeling.
"Okay, okay..." She agreed in a low voice.
He stood up straight and took the plate out of Harry's hand.
"Let me bring these plates to Ah Fu," he said with a smile on his lips, "You might drop them."
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Harry didn't expect that Damian would come back at 11:[-].
At this time, she was pacing nervously in his room, still wearing her little white dress tonight.It's not that she intends to wait here for Damian all the time, but that she is worried that she will be too nervous and embarrassing when it gets close to 12 o'clock, so she came to familiarize herself with the familiar environment in advance...
But he was caught by Damian who came back early.
"I'm just, uh... just..."
Hey, seeing Damian's surprised expression, Harry suddenly couldn't bear to explain—any way to explain it would be useless anyway.
He has probably already bathed in the Batcave, his short hair is still wet, and he is wearing a simple white T with some water stains and light gray sweatpants.
The simpler the casual clothes, the more he can reveal his strong figure.
Harry was suddenly embarrassed to read on.
"It's so early...it's going well?" She lowered her head and asked.
At the same time, she heard the sound of Damian walking into the room and closing the door behind her - the sound made her heart tremble.
"Successful, I handed over the rest of the work to Tim and Barbara-I haven't been out for a long time, and the law and order of Gotham will be handed over to them tonight."
"Then they..." Harry was suddenly frightened by a terrible guess.
"Yes, they guessed it, they guessed us tonight..." Damian rubbed his nose, remembering that guy Drake's teasing, "Leave them alone," he finally said.
"I...I didn't expect you to come back so early, I...plan to take another bath." She was in vain for words.
She had actually washed once at ten o'clock—but she always felt that she didn't wash enough.
Damian walked up to her at some point, and he twisted a strand of her black hair, "Your hair, here, is still wet."
He shouldn't have exposed her - Damien hated his own keen observation - and her spine stiffened again.
He let go of her hair, put his hands on her shoulders, and whispered, "We can wash together after the first time."
Oh... first time?
Is this... what she thought it meant?
Harry was dizzy, and only then did he notice that Damian had a bottle of red wine and two glasses in his hand.
"Just start, you will definitely be nervous." He noticed her gaze, and put the wine bottle and glass on the table beside her.
And directly opposite this large table, past the edge of the round rug, is that... too big bed.
She kept avoiding looking over.
After a breath of surprise, she found herself being lifted onto the table by Damian with her feet dangling in the air.
He dug out a corkscrew, opened the wine, and poured two glasses.Standard pouring etiquette - one third of a glass.
"Alcohol can inhibit the electrical conduction of nerve cells. It's not okay to drink too much," he handed her a glass, "so, this is enough, any more will affect how you feel tonight."
"Oh... oh..." Harry was surrounded by his arms and the table, sipping red wine.
She found that his fiery eyes had been staring at her, trying to set her on fire.
How did Damian look so confident, so dangerous tonight?
The wine glass was empty, Damian didn't want to waste a moment, and took the empty goblet away from her hand.
He lifted her off the table with one arm - and didn't let go when her feet hit the ground.
The two are now in a tightly embracing posture, warm and caring...
But she trembled slightly in his arms.
"Nervous?" Damian asked softly.
"Yes, a little..." Harry put his hands on his back, feeling the strength hidden in the muscles of this young man's body.
His big hand walked slowly on her back, as if to comfort her.
However, one of them had moved below the nape of her neck and began to unzip the back of her skirt; the fingers of the other hand followed the zipper gradually downward, along the spine, and touched a small piece of her neck. After the skin -
She gripped the fabric behind him and buried her face in his chest.
Damian stopped suddenly.
Harry looked up at him after a shaky breath.
"It's not 12 o'clock yet." He lowered his head and explained to her.
Harry glanced at the alarm clock by the bed, "...less than half a minute."
"Then we have to wait." He said firmly.
With Damian's heartbeat in her ear, Harry and Damian waited together...Her breathing gradually calmed down from the excitement just now.
They've waited so many years and they're all adults.She loved him and there was nothing to be nervous about.
She looked at the minutes and seconds displayed on the alarm clock, and they all turned into 00...
She let go of Damian, picked up the magic wand she had forgotten on the corner of the table, turned her head, pointed at the door of the room, and silently recited a sound-proof spell.
The two waited quietly, 10 seconds, 1 minute.
No warning letters from the Magic Congress appeared.
She put down her wand and pushed it against the corner of the table again.
She raised her head and looked into those green eyes that were similar to her own. She said calmly and slightly expectantly, "I'm an adult, Damian."
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If Damian could pick the lock with one hand, how difficult could it be to untie his clothes with one hand?
Harley panted, staring at the ceiling with bewildered eyes.
Has it been a minute since you were at the table and now you are hugged by him on the bed?
Surprisingly, Damian wasn't nervous at all, he seemed to be familiar with all the procedures.Or, is it just what it seems?She couldn't tell.
"Why are you so good at it?" Harry couldn't help asking.
"I can read," he said triumphantly.
Damian quickly stopped smiling, and he looked at her seriously.
He grabbed her right hand, intertwined his fingers with her, and gently pressed it on top of her head, "Next time, it might hurt a little..." He shook his head, "Who am I kidding, it must hurt."
"I have only one request from you—keep looking me in the eye, tell me how you feel all the time, and remember, I love you."
"Can it be done?"
Harry nodded.
The author has something to say:
* I pull the light, is it okay?I'm so nervous... I only wrote the conversation beforehand... _(:з」∠)_It's the next day after that, babies, I don't have any more, I dare not write.
*It's a unicycle at best? _(:з」∠)_The kind that drives and disappears
*The bgm used when writing these two chapters, I specially created a small playlist, all of which are the little yellow songs that have been deeply impressed over the years (you can still remember the title of the song...).
(That kind of sweet little yellow song, like the kind of allIwantformybirthdayisabigbootyho is fine [Manual dog head])
It is recommended to read the lyrics of all the songs below directly in English, just... very rippling lyrics.
2become1 (oldies from the 90s, the Spice Girls, the content of the song is exactly what the name says... straight to the point)
Versace on the floor (Mars song, Versace dress on the carpet...)
Gorilla (Brother Mars' second kill, don't be fooled by the magnificent atmosphere, the lyrics... are amazing)
Ourfirsttime (Brother Mars kills three times, the song lives up to its name...ordinarily it is the most suitable for the content, but this song is relatively abandoned, not well-known, Mars has a lot of little yellow songs)
Workfromhome (fifthharmony five beautiful combination, also need to read English lyrics)
Dangerouswoman (Sister ArianaGrande)
Animals (Maroon5)
Handstom myself (Selena Gomez)
Touch (little mix)
Finally, Taylor Swift's Dress, although the lyrics are not explicit, but I think it has the most artistic conception (probably the fan filter? _(:з」∠)_ I have been repeating this song since then.