American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Chapter 11 Opportunity

Early morning, on the lawn of Wayne Manor.

"Jab, jab, right fist."

"Again, hold on! Jab, jab, right punch."

Alfred's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, his hands, which were holding the target, were raised high, and he shouted in a steady rhythm.

The rhythmic thumping sounds came from the hand target.

Dio, panting, clenched his fists in boxing gloves and followed Alfred's rhythm, punching him repeatedly.

This has been almost my daily routine these days: practicing boxing, taking a lunch break, and studying.

My days were filled with activity and were very fulfilling.

[Daily Task: Boxing Practice]

【Finish】

[Points +20]

Current points: 500

That's enough for five consecutive pulls.

Dio glanced at the system panel and lowered his fist:

"Alright, stop now, Alfred."

"Of course, I originally wanted to—"

Alfred had barely caught his breath when he was punched in the arm.

"Oops!"

The old butler stared wide-eyed at the blond boy who lacked martial ethics, attacked his elders, and was still smug about it.

"You taught me the first lesson," Dio said, tilting his head back with a smug look on his face, "Never take your eyes off your opponent."

The next second, he took a punch to the shoulder from Alfred.

"Ouch! That hurts, Alfred."

"No wonder it hurts." Alfred withdrew his hand. "You really should change your stubborn nature."

Upon hearing this, Dior pouted unhappily, about to say something...

"I'm so glad you two got along so well."

Bruce walked over with a cell phone, staring blankly at the two people chatting and laughing in front of him.

Dio half-hid behind Alfred, looked at Bruce who was pretending to be calm, and gave him a subtle smile.

Just like a hermit crab that has just molted, after finding a new shell, it will always try out the comfort of its new home.

Alfred, who was closest to Bruce, was a good subject for the experiment.

"Detective Gordon wants to see you, Alfred. He says it's important."

"Oh, really?"

Alfred took off his target, picked up the phone, and dialed back.

Dio's ears twitched. His expression remained unchanged, but his peripheral vision had already locked onto Alfred.

"Detective Gordon, I heard you wanted to see me."

"Alfred."

Gordon's voice came through the phone, a little hoarse, as if he had been up all night.

"I happen to have a situation here that I need to discuss with you."

"Please speak."

"Based on the clues provided by Bruce, we followed the trail and cracked down on a human trafficking ring."

Alfred's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Those thugs are Clyde's henchmen. They specialize in kidnapping homeless children in the East District and selling them outside the city."

"I misunderstood Dio back then. If he hadn't fired, things might have turned out differently..."

"That's good news," Alfred said. "Congratulations, Detective Gordon."

"It's not over yet." Gordon took a deep breath. "We learned an important piece of information during the interrogation."

"At the scene of the Wayne couple's murder, just as you said, there was indeed a witness named Selena Kyle."

Alfred's hand instinctively tightened its grip on the phone.

"She was on that fire escape staircase and saw the whole thing."

Dior's brow twitched slightly.

The kitten was indeed Catwoman, the witness Peter had mentioned.

“We looked for her,” Gordon continued, “but the girl was very wary and kept hiding.”

"So you called to say...?"

"I suspect there's a mole within the police department," Gordon said in a low voice. "This case is too complicated. If those people know she exists—"

"She will die." Gordon paused. "She definitely will die."

Alfred remained silent.

He has connections everywhere.

Dior lowered his eyelashes.

There's a mole in the police department, and accomplices in the gangs. Does the Wayne Group's board of directors really have that much power?

"I have a proposal," Gordon said, "a favor to ask."

"Speaking."

"Could that girl stay at Wayne Manor temporarily?"

"I know this request is presumptuous, but the manor is safe enough, and Bruce would probably like to see her as well."

"After all, she was the only one who saw the killer with her own eyes."

Alfred took a deep breath:

"I need to discuss this with the two young masters. I'll call you back later."

"Okay. Thank you."

The phone hangs up.

A brief silence fell over the lawn.

Alfred stood there, his brow slightly furrowed, his hands behind his back.

Dior was thinking about it too.

Selena Kyle.

Catwoman, one of Batman's ambiguous love interests, is an anti-hero who is both good and evil.

This name is truly legendary.

Since it's a system for developing the best villain, then you'll definitely need to interact with other villains or heroes.

If Catwoman comes to Wayne Manor, then as an inside agent, I should report it.

You must be very nervous, right, as the mastermind behind it all?

Ms. Contact Person, I'm kind of looking forward to your reaction!

Dior lowered his head slightly, concealing the purpose in his eyes, and asked casually:

"I heard everything, that girl is coming over?"

Alfred looked at him, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

But Dio's expression was calm; he hadn't done anything, he had just happened to overhear the conversation.

exactly.

"That's possible, if Detective Gordon determines she's in danger."

"What's her name?"

Bruce walked over; not only had Dio heard the conversation, but he had too.

After all, flip phones of this era don't offer very good privacy protection.

Selena Kyle.

Alfred sighed helplessly.

"Young Master Bruce, are you sure you want to let a street thief move in? She's a nuisance."

"But isn't this also the best chance to find the murderer?"

As Dio spoke, he stood next to Bruce.

The arrival of Catwoman allowed Dior to keenly discover the shortest shortcut to completing that long-term mission!

"Ugh."

Alfred looked at the two young masters who had recently been at odds, now standing together again because of a street girl, and felt a mix of emotions.

While wary of Dior's precise timing, he was also amazed by Bruce's intuition.

Alfred's expression was extremely complex.

"Then she can stay. She can stay as long as she wants."

Bruce turned to look at Dio beside him, trying to glean something from those seemingly friendly eyes.

There was nothing there.

But he was certain that Dio had his own motives for agreeing.

"I've made up my mind, Alfred."

Bruce turned his gaze away, walked up to Alfred, and said firmly.

"Let her move in."

"...I understand, Master Bruce."

Alfred finally gave in and could only take out his phone and dial Gordon's number.

"Detective Gordon, we agree to your proposal. Please bring the girl over. We will ensure her safety."