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

Inside the manor.

Selena picked up a vase from the shelf with great interest and examined it closely.

"That's a vase from the Ming Dynasty in China, probably over 500 years old."

Bruce walked over, his gloom dissipating considerably, and he radiated youthful energy once again.

"Yeah?"

Selena weighed the vase in her hand, pursed her lips, and spoke bluntly:

"You can buy an identical one for five dollars in Chinatown."

"This is different."

"Nothing's different."

Selena shrugged. In her opinion, they were all just pretty vases; what difference could there be?

Bruce, recalling her nickname, astutely grasped a glimpse of Selena's true nature, and changed the subject:

"Have you ever thought about having Alfred take you shopping for some clothes?"

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, Selena's eyes instantly became wary.

"You said the same thing as Dior."

As she spoke, Selena looked the black-haired boy up and down, then took a step back.

She realized that, in some ways, the black-haired boy in front of her was essentially the same kind of person as the blond boy she had met before!

Such people know very well what they need and will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

For example, by getting information out of her.

"Really? But I have a feeling you've misunderstood something. If you don't need it, then forget it."

Bruce's eyes revealed the innocence of his age. He blinked and just looked at her.

Selena stared into those black eyes, and a series of thoughts uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.

Was he trying to trick me into telling me something?

Am I really misunderstanding something?

"Sorry, I'm new here, I'm a little..."

"It's okay. By the way, Gordon said you were wandering around Gotham before?"

"That's right, what's wrong?"

A hint of longing flickered in Bruce's eyes:

"What kind of place is that?"

"...Um."

Selena looked around and shook her head: "Nothing like this place."

Do you live alone? Where are your parents?

Selena paused, but did not answer.

Bruce, oblivious to her increasingly stiff expression, continued to ask:

Are they still alive?

A hint of stubbornness flashed in Selena's eyes.

"Yes, they're still here."

"Really? Where are they?"

"What's it to you!"

Bruce turned around in surprise and looked at Selena, who had suddenly become agitated, looking quite puzzled.

He was clearly asking questions very seriously!

Women are so hard to understand.

"It's nothing, I was just curious."

"You're curious about the wrong place, young master."

Selena's tone gradually turned hostile, and she said in a deep voice:

"I am not an orphan!"

After saying that, Selena left Bruce, who was still standing there, and left.

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Not long after, in the study.

Dio rubbed his sore eyes, put down the book, and finally finished his daily task for the day.

[Daily learning task completed]

[Points +10]

Current points: 110

"The task is arduous and the road ahead is long."

Dior sighed and then stretched his slightly sore neck.

The Joestar golden bloodline I recently obtained has caused noticeable changes in my body.

Not only were the nutritional deficiencies from childhood replenished, but the muscle groups also became more perfect.

Dio closed his eyes and, using the horse-judging skills he had learned on the farm since childhood, savored this new body.

My arms are full of power, the weakness has disappeared, and the definition of my triceps has become apparent.

The body didn't need to adapt at all; it became completely familiar with this power...

"No wonder Jotaro could knock an adult away with one punch when he was a kid."

Dio clenched his fist, opened his eyes, took out Joseph Joestar's favorite cola, and gulped it down.

"Wait! This smell..."

Because Coca-Cola in the last century is a completely different beverage from what we drink now.

If I had to describe it, it would probably be like a snack I ate as a child in a past life called "depth charge".

Glug! Glug! Glug!

Dior emptied the glass bottle in one gulp, then leaned back comfortably in his chair, his eyes narrowing.

"Perhaps this is the meaning of indulgence."

"Indulgence? What do you mean by indulgence? You're not going to smoke any more unhealthy stuff, are you?"

Selena's voice came from the window, accompanied by a soft thud as the floor touched the ground.

A chubby face approached Dior.

Dior took a deep breath, suppressing his inner turmoil, and forced a smile:

"Why are you here?"

"I'm leaving here. I came here to say goodbye."

Selena caught a glimpse of the family photo on the study desk out of the corner of her eye, walked over, and gently picked it up.

Actually, she didn't know why she came to the study to find this somewhat frightening blond boy.

But she still came.

Dior took in her actions and understood:

"Did Bruce mention your parents?"

Selena didn't answer, but stubbornly bit her lower lip.

Dio sighed inwardly, his initial hostility towards Selena dissipating considerably.

That's Gotham.

Many homeless children are not without parents, but their parents are not qualified to raise them.

Those "well-meaning" people from the "Children's Association" regularly assess the parents' income.

If the assessment fails, the judge will rule that they are not qualified to raise the child.

Immediately afterwards, these children would be transported by truck to relief homes or orphanages in the north of the state.

Of course, this is what is said publicly.

Dior knew very well that those children would never get into the orphanage.

The so-called "sending to the north of the state" actually means sending them to a juvenile detention center that is almost the same as a prison.

In this way, the "good Samaritan" gained fame, the parents lost their child, and the child lost their future.

This is Gotham, a fucking city.

"Bruce didn't do it on purpose; he doesn't usually have the opportunity to talk to girls."

"If he mentions that your parents unintentionally hurt you, I can apologize to you on his behalf."

These words are from the bottom of my heart.

Although Dior never considered himself a good person, he wouldn't casually bring up other people's parents.

Especially for those who have lost their parents, it is a thorn in their side, a forbidden zone.

Just like him.

"Yeah, you know what?"

Selena put down the family photo in her hand, and the expression on her face finally relaxed a little:

"My mom works in the entertainment industry; she can dance, sing, do magic tricks, she can do everything."

This time, Dior didn't utter any harsh words; he simply sat in his chair and listened quietly.

Selena continued:

"I think it's all a disguise. She's actually on a mission; she's a secret agent."

"She will come back to me after the mission is over."

Dior nodded seriously, a long-lost calm returning to his somewhat alluring face.

"That's not bad."

"Dio".

Selena stood up gently, gazing into Dio's beautiful green eyes, her eyes narrowing.

"I didn't expect that besides probing, there was something else in your mouth."

Dio was silent for a moment, then put down the book "The History of the Wayne Family" he was holding, walked to the window, and suddenly spoke:

"Selena, if one day you feel this manor is no longer safe, do you know where to run to?"

"Beneath Wayne Manor lies an ancient tunnel that leads directly to Gotham."

"It was built by the first head of the Wayne family when he was involved in the triangular trade, in order to free black slaves."

"If I'm not mistaken, the entrance is near the pool in the backyard."

Selena stared at him for a long time without saying a word, then tilted her head, a hint of amusement in her voice:

"Why are you telling me this? Do you want me to sneak out in the middle of the night? You rich people are really strange."

"Just consider it strange."

Dior glanced at the system panel and smiled slightly.

[You used your wicked wisdom to manipulate the poor kitten at will, points +100]

[You generously shared the escape route you discovered with others; this act of generosity is worthy of heroism, earning you +100 points.]