novelraw Chapter 35 Metropolitan Westside School
Chapter 35 Metropolitan Westside School
With a body of flesh and blood, the Dark Knight can fight side by side with a group of superheroes with special functions. What he relies on is not only high technology and equipment piled up with money, but also his extraordinary wit and caution—— Never too much caution.
Bruce felt, intuitively, intellectually and subconsciously, that it was a bad idea for Harley to dye her hair red.
But looking at the girl's stubborn and anticipating expression, he couldn't say "No".
The dark knight finds it difficult to deal with creatures, whether small or large, such as catwoman.In fact, if you think about it carefully, Catwoman is not lethal at all, but he just fails frequently.
Bruce sighed, wondering why it was so easy to refuse the request of those four brats?He and Ah Fu looked at each other, and found that the old housekeeper was also in a dilemma.
"Okay..." The Dark Knight was like this, compromised by a little girl's silent attack, "You can dye your hair red, but it must be a dark red like Barbara's sister, not a warm red like your mother *, there is no room for negotiation.”
Harry nodded quickly, negotiating with Uncle Bruce must be accepted as soon as it is settled.
"And, you're going to transfer to the Metropolitan Westside School, a private school," Bruce applauded silently in his heart for the strategy of coaxing children after giving himself some benefits and then sending out bad news.
"Well... I see," Harry nodded lightly, and replied softly, anyone could see the grievance in it.
"Damian's coming with you," a bad news that certainly needs to be added in good time, and Bruce won't admit that coaxing kids is like interrogating and dismantling gang members.
Harry looked up, and Damian noticed the girl's gaze. He shrugged casually, "It's the same wherever you go to school. You have to face teachers whose education level is far inferior to mine, and a group of stupid uncivilized children."
"Damian!" Uncle Bruce raised his voice slightly, "Even if they are not as good as you, you still have to respect them."
"I respect—on the surface." The boy snorted, "I've tried my best."
Although Bruce didn't say anything on the surface, he shook his head helplessly in his heart.Damian is a proud child—of course he has enough capital to be proud. He is smart, outstanding, courageous, and calm. In terms of ability alone, he is far above himself at the same age.
This is an excellent son that he could not raise himself.
However, even putting aside his bloodthirsty history, the boy in front of him is still too angular, often hurting others in words and actions.
But taking a step back, Bruce can see the tremendous progress that has taken place in his son from the time Damian first joined the family until now.He is not an unreasonable parent, his son will get better, it just needs time and temper - and a moderate amount of tolerance.
When it comes to parenting, Bruce admits that he is still a novice and needs to keep learning and improving.
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Harry stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room, looking at this slightly strange girl in the mirror—rimless glasses, red curly hair (Grandpa Afu said that she could change the color at any time, if she got tired of dyeing red) .
And, a blue school uniform top, a dark gray skirt, and a red tie under the collar of a white shirt.
This is the school uniform of Metropolitan Xicheng School, the rules of private schools.
Thanks to Grandpa Afu's milk offensive (and the goat milk on Paradise Island), and all kinds of physical training, Harley grew a lot taller in less than half a year, and finally reached the normal 8 The height of the year-old girl.
Halle stared at her legs above the white socks and small leather shoes in the mirror—the rapid growth even caused some white and short growth lines on her joints. Dr. Leslie said that this was normal, and the future would change as time went on. Grow up and eliminate.
"Potter!" Brother Damian knocked impatiently on the door, "Is it so troublesome for you women to go out?"
Harry's uneasiness was just like that.
"Uncle Bruce has corrected you many times! Now you want to call me 'Linda'*, or 'Kent', depending on your mood," Harry picked up his schoolbag, and finally brushed his hair twice, and pointed at the tightly closed The door yelled.
"I don't want to call you 'Kent'," Damian replied irritably, folding his arms. The school uniform he was wearing already made him feel stupid, and the question of the surname made him want to kick a few sandbags for fun.
"Hurry up!" Before Damian finished speaking, Harry opened the door.
Brother Damian is also wearing a school uniform, a blue jacket and gray trousers. Of course, the tie is much better than Harry's.
The overnight change in the girl's hair color made the boy stunned for a moment, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.
"I don't know how Grayson's weird obsession with red hair came about," Brother Damian curled his lips, "As far as you are concerned, black is more pleasing to the eye."
"It can't be helped, Uncle Bruce's decision." Harry shook his schoolbag, "Besides, I think it looks pretty. Besides, no one will suspect that I am you because our hair color and eye color are similar." Kissing my sister. Isn't this what bothers you the most?"
"It's not the most annoying..." The boy seemed to be speechless for a while because of Harley's straightforwardness.
"Let's go, Ah Fu is already waiting for us on the helicopter." He straightened his tie, which was obviously meticulous, turned and walked out.
"Helicopter?!" Harry trotted to keep up, "Really! No one told me to go to school by helicopter!"
This is too sci-fi!
Damian didn't look back, "Then why not? How do you think we get to Metropolis?"
"Huh, the subway?..." Harry admitted that she hadn't given much thought to this question, she was only concerned with her hair color.
"Then you have to get up two hours earlier," Damian said, sounding like Harry was crying stupidly.
What he never imagined was that in the future, Harley would use Apparition, but being able to go from Gotham to Metropolis in the blink of an eye is much cooler than a helicopter!
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Metropolis is a very different city from Gotham. It is bright, modern, and dazzling, and the sun shines on the earth like it doesn't cost money.
How did two cities separated by a bay develop such two very different temperaments?Sociologists and economists have published all sorts of analyzes of this kind, but none of them have fully convinced a wide audience, much less made Metropolitans and Gothamites like each other.
For the people of the metropolis, Gotham is a den of crime across the United States. Some extreme metropolitans have protested against the blockade of the bridge countless times, and have no contact with the crime city opposite; Its guardian Superman is too hypocritical and floats in the sky. Radical entrepreneurs represented by Luthor are consuming the economic potential of the United States, and will one day lead all Americans to perdition.
This backlash tends to reach extremes during the annual rugby games and when comparing the Guardians of their respective cities to each other.
"This is God's work, and he has his own subtlety," is the answer often used by priests and mud.
Harley only heard about these twists and turns from the media. After all, the commentator of the football game can talk for half an hour about the governance of the two cities, and Uncle Bruce always warned her to use a comprehensive approach. Look at the problem with your eyes, and you can't be a narrow person.
The girl lying on the window is completely immersed in the scenery on the helicopter. They are passing the Bay Bridge. The two tones of two cities separated by a body of water can completely become a unique scenery.
"Cut, I don't know much." Damian looked at Harry who was full of surprises, and said disdainfully, "You will have more opportunities to take a helicopter in the future. Don't tell me you have to make such a fuss every time. And the destination is only a school. , you look like you are on the battlefield."
Damian said this because when Harry saw that they were about to land, he suddenly fell into the tension of facing a new teacher and new classmates.
"At least I'm very glad that this is not a battlefield, Master Damian, don't give me smoke signals when school is over, I'm already familiar with the location of the apron,*" Grandpa Afu, who was piloting the plane, was calm while manipulating the plane to land. Reply without delay.
"Tell father that I still hate school," Brother Damian said, jumping off the plane without waiting for the plane to stop.
"I tell him that every day, and it's probably as common to him as 'good morning'."
Of course, Harry waited for the helicopter to come to a complete standstill before slowly climbing down, not forgetting to say goodbye to Grandpa Afu with a hug.
Harry waved at the helicopter that took off again, and waited for Grandpa Alfred and the helicopter to melt into a small dot in the sky before turning around and chasing Damian.
And the little brother was obviously getting impatient, and Harry noticed a boy who was also wearing a school uniform standing with him.
"This is Joe who insisted on seeing the helicopter, Jonathan Kent," Damian pointed to the black-haired boy with glasses after Harry came to join them.
The second sentence seemed to confuse him, he curled his lips, "He is still your younger brother in the legal sense.*"
"Oh..." Harry was suddenly a little embarrassed. Meeting the Kent family under such circumstances, even if it was just a legal document, made her feel like forcibly inserting herself into the boy's family.
"Well... thank you and your family, um, I mean Mr. Kent and Mrs. Kent..." Harry tugged at the hem of his school uniform, feeling a little helpless.
"No thanks, no thanks, mom always wanted to have another girl," the boy grimaced, and Harry felt some comfort from his clear eyes.
Wait... Why does she think this child looks familiar?
"It's you! You're the Joe who saved my life that day!"
"Yes," Joe scratched his hair, "nice to see you again."
"Dad recently went to space... Ah no, he's on a business trip, yes, he's on a business trip," the boy looked at Harry nervously, "Mom is busy with interviews and drafting, so I haven't invited you to my house yet."
Damian rolled his eyes at Joe's clumsy lie, "Forget it, it's too fake, who do you think you can fool?"
"Okay, Harry, the one in front of you is Superman's own son, and Kent who adopted you is Superman."
The author has something to say:
*Thanks to the little angel "Ouou" for the grenade~
*The difference between Barbara and Lily's red hair is my nonsense...Looking at the color of Lily's hair, it's quite warm_(:з」∠)_
*The name "Linda" is a tribute to the supergirl of a certain period, Linda Danvers, and Kara also used the name Linda.
*Remember that Joe is also three years younger than Damian, it is better to assume that he is younger than Harley~
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