novelraw Chapter 34 Names and Identity
Chapter 34 Names and Identity
At this time, Ye Yi looked at the police not far away, and they had already started to deal with the aftermath.
"Batman, we should go."
Bruce nodded. He actually neglected to retreat. He must have slept too much recently!
He beckoned the boys to their respective vehicles, and the family quickly retreated to the Batcave.
In the Batcave, Ah Fu, who had been waiting early in the morning, was full of anger and worry.Tim sat silently in front of the monitor, pretending to be busy, trying to minimize his presence.
"Should I be glad that no one needs me to sew him or her back tonight?" Ah Fu turned on the mocking mode.
"There are absolutely no secrets in this family now," the old butler walked to the trembling Harry, "It will only take you and Queenie one night."
"No need to reprimand her, Fu," said Bruce, with Dick's help, pulling off his uniform with difficulty, blood oozing from the bandage on his left chest, "I said all I had to say. She knew it was wrong .”
Harry nodded hurriedly.
At this moment, Ah Fu's cell phone rang, and the old butler picked it up. After a few polite greetings, he handed the phone to Hari.
It's Queenie.
"Harry! Are you okay? You scared me to death just now! I'm sorry... I was the one who insisted on trying to save Dad... almost killed you..." Queenie's voice from the receiver was full of tears.
Harley interrupted Queenie's constant self-blame, "I'm fine... well, so is my family. It's okay. Is your dad okay?"
Queenie hiccupped a few times before replying, "He's fine, Mom is taking care of him."
Holding up the phone, Harry looked at the family members who were sitting or standing in the Batcave—Brother Jason had already taken off his hood and was wiping and checking his weapons; Damian was counting the remaining ones in his belt Batarang; Brother Dick is helping Alfred change the bandages for Uncle Bruce, without taking off the blindfold.
In her eyes, these are soldiers who have just stepped off the battlefield.
"Can I expect you to keep my family a secret? You know...that is, the secret identity thing," Harley's voice was serious.
"Of course...Harry, don't worry, I actually knew it a long time ago. I never told anyone, and I won't in the future, I swear."
After Harry gave a muffled "um", the two little girls suddenly didn't know what to say...
"By the way..." Queenie thought of the topic first, breaking the embarrassment, "That homework is due tomorrow, do you want me to help you do it now?"
"No, no, no," Harry looked guiltily at the elders who seemed to be busy with their own affairs, "Uh, I can take care of it." Her way of doing it was not to do it!
"Okay... Then, see you at school tomorrow?"
Harley really wanted to say that she might not be able to see her at school tomorrow. Uncle Bruce seemed to have said something about transferring to another school, but she didn't know his plan for the time being.
After hanging up the phone, Harley handed the phone to Ah Fu, who raised his eyebrows, "Homework? What homework?" He looked at his watch, "You want to catch up on homework at... two o'clock in the middle of the night?"
Overheard... Harley shrank her neck and confessed honestly, anyway, she is the one who is going to transfer, "A science handmade display board, I don't know..."
"Uncle Bruce said he's going to transfer me to another school... It's okay if you don't do it..." Under the sight of Grandpa Afu, Harley whispered more and more.
Damian, who had been watching silently, snorted, "You think you will disappear from school tomorrow? That's so suspicious! Don't even think about transferring to another school to evade your homework."
"Say it like you're honestly doing your homework," Dick snapped at Damian immediately.
"That's because I've been able to get a Ph.D.!" Damian shouted impatiently.
"Master Damian is right," Ah Fu sighed, "Forget it, I will go to school tomorrow and explain it to the teacher for you." It is inhumane to make children rush homework in the middle of the night.
"It's time for bed, young masters," Ah Fu began to chase people away, "and Harley. Those who should go to work tomorrow will go to work, and those who should go to school will go to school. Today's little adventure is over."
Harley returned to the room obediently, climbed into the big bed after washing, and rolled between the quilts. Today's experience was too exciting-not only revealed the secret identities of the brothers, but also solved the case with the heroes of Gotham.She needs to slow down to get sleepy.
After a while, there was a light knock on the door, especially in the quiet mansion.
"Damian?" Harry opened the door, "What's wrong? Why didn't you sleep?"
The girl's cartoon pink nightdress made him curl his lips, the child's aesthetics are really scary...
"Here," Damian handed out a cardboard with various flying dinosaurs on it.Harley took a closer look. These were not computer-printed pictures, they were drawn directly on them, and different periods and development processes were marked.
"I did your homework for you," Damian said with a stiff tone, "Don't trouble Pennyworth to go to school tomorrow, he is busy taking care of his father."
Harry blinked, "It only took you half an hour to make it?"
"If I hadn't tried to draw something ugly to match your ability, I would have been faster," Damian had already turned around and was about to leave, he waved his hand casually, leaving Harry with a back view, "Go to sleep, Potter .”
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The next day, Harry continued to drive to school accompanied by his brother Damian.The strange thing is that after arriving at the school, the little brother didn't go directly to the teaching building of the junior high school as before, but followed Harley to Queenie who was waiting at the gate, and Queenie was taken aback.
"I'm going to send Harry to the door of the classroom," Damian said stiffly, "Father's instructions, from now on."
Queenie could only nod her head, and the three children walked silently to the third grade classroom. This was the shortest time it took Harley to get from the school gate to the classroom.
The two girls didn't even have time to talk.
When eating at noon, Harley thought that he could finally communicate with Queenie alone, but brother Damian was already waiting at the door of the classroom.
"...Can't even eat? I will be laughed at by my classmates, they will say that I am a baby who cannot live without my brother's protection..." Harry's shoulders collapsed.
The teenager shrugged indifferently, "Father said, you can't act alone, this is the content of your confinement."
"...Okay," Harry drooped his head, "Anyway, thank you for your homework last night, the teacher gave me a good grade."
"However, it's always unethical to ask someone else to do your homework for me, and I'm going to do it myself in the future."
Damian's expression was about to vomit, "Evil...your logic is not like a Batman. You go hang out with Superman."
"Then what else?" Harry rolled his eyes, "I want to cheat as a matter of course?"
"It's called knowing how to use resources," Damian shook his head with a sad expression, "You are too young and stupid to understand."
"Of course I understand 'use of resources' - I can copy homework, and copying homework is to use resources! But taking other people's completely is considered something for nothing!"
"I have to revise my previous opinion," Damian pouted, "You are far from Superman, you are hypocritical! There is no difference between copying your homework and letting others do it for you."
"...Who said that! I have at least started to copy my homework, and I can... learn from other students!"
The two passed Queenie's classroom while bickering. The blonde girl waiting by the door hesitated and did not step forward to join.
Harry noticed the hesitant girl, and she stepped forward, "Queenie, it seems that I won't be able to have dinner with you in the future...or would you like to join us?" Harry asked tentatively.
"You can pretend I don't exist," Damian interjected, "keep talking about your girlish nonsense about nail polish Barbies and stuff."
"We don't talk about nail polish... and we don't talk about Barbie..." Harley resignedly said.so annoying!Why do you pretend he doesn't exist?
Damian shrugged nonchalantly, crossed his arms, and stared at Queenie, "Are you going?"
Sounds like torture...
"Okay..." Queenie hugged the schoolbag in her hand tightly.She had something she had to give to Harry today, and Damian was around all the time in the morning, so she didn't find a chance, and it seemed that she couldn't avoid him now.
Now the three wonderful things of the school are assembled on one dining table.The surrounding seats were all vacant, which was very spectacular.
Harry stole a look at the classmates who were staring at them - most of the stares were horrified...
Do you think they are plotting to organize some evil axis?
"Ignore them," Damian said, sitting next to Harry, he took only a carton of milk, "eat your lunch. They're looking at me, I've never been in this cafeteria."
Harry nodded, and the two little girls were facing their plates, eating under Damian's sight, just like child laborers on the assembly line who were being whipped by the supervisor.
Queenie finished her lunch first. She took out a big and thick book from the bag she brought, looked at Damian carefully, and pushed the book to Harry.
Harry reached for the brick-like book, "Occlumency Theory? What is this?"
"This is... my apology for almost killing you," Queenie rubbed her hands in embarrassment, "I wrote a letter to my grandma, and she sent me this book—it's about resisting Legilimency technology."
"So if I learn something from this book, you won't be able to see my mind?" Harry's eyes widened.
Queenie nodded, "Since I can't control my abilities, I think I should give you the right to actively choose not to be inquired about by me."
Damian took the book from Harry and opened the cover directly, "Can people who don't know magic learn it?"
"...I really don't know about this. My parents don't know magic, but they can temporarily block me by thinking about a specific thing. This is a small part of Occlumency, but can you learn Completely, I don't know."
"Wow... you really told us all the secrets," Harry said with emotion.
"It should be..." Queenie bowed her head.
"I don't blame you, Queenie," Harley felt compelled to emphasize, even though the girl in front of her knew it from her head.
"No one taught me, can I learn it only by reading?" She looked at the book thicker than a dictionary, and Damian had already immersed himself in reading it.
"This... I don't know either, but I can practice with you... Of course if you don't mind."
"You have no chance, she's going to transfer schools soon," said the boy, who had already turned a fifth of the book's pages.
"Uncle Bruce has set a time?" The news was too sudden.
Damian didn't even look up, "You'll know when you get home."
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Harley continued to attend classes at Gotham Elementary School for a few more days amid anxiety, during which she asked Grandpa Afu many times, and he was also very secretive, saying that Harley only needed to go to class quietly now. .
Until a week later, Uncle Bruce came to the school, met with the principal, picked up Harley and Damian at the same time, and went through the withdrawal procedures. The reason he used was: he wanted to take the two children abroad for training.
As soon as Harry and Damian got home, they were called to the study by Grandpa Alfred and Uncle Bruce, and the other three brothers were already waiting there.
They told her that the name "Harry Potter" had disappeared from the demographic systems of both the United Kingdom and the United States.
But there might still be records of her in the wizarding world, Uncle Bruce suspected.
She even has a new name—"Linda Kent," Clark Kent's listed adopted daughter from a Gotham orphanage of unknown parents.
Damian frowned at the name, "Why can't it be a Wayne? Kent must be used as a cover."
"First, it's because Clark is willing to help and bring Harry into his protection," Bruce explained helplessly. "Second, a considerable number of people, such as your principal, know that Harry is Afu relatives, a fake identity named Wayne is not enough insurance."
Harry lowered his head, feeling that it would take him a long time to digest, "Then...do I need to move out?"
It must be because I am not good enough. The aunt in the orphanage said that children who are not good in foster families may be sent away.
"We will still call you 'Harry', you are still you, this is still your home," Uncle Bruce sat next to Harley, enlightening the restless girl, "It's just a public name and a fake identity , it doesn't change anything."
"Think of it as your superhero codename," Brother Dick said, "like a secret identity."
Harley thinks this superhero name is really not cool at all...
"Why can't I use my mother's name?" She looked up and asked Uncle Bruce.
"The less contact you have with your old identity, the safer you will be..."
"Don't blame the elders for being too cautious," Grandpa Ah Fu added, "It's all for your safety, I will always be your grandpa. We will change it back in the future. You will always be my Harley."
Harry pouted, suddenly wanting to be willful just once, just once.
"Then can I dye my hair red? Red like sister Barbara and mom."