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

"Just as I expected."

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Dior finally dropped his disguise, patted his face, and began to relax.

After all, Dio Brando is just a name!

I just happened to look exactly like that villainous savior, have the same name, and a similar personality!

That's right! That's exactly it!

Dior's lips slowly curved into a smile as he got up and drew the curtains.

Of course, he also had a scumbag father and a gentle mother, just like that villainous savior.

Dio subconsciously touched the three black moles on his ears that symbolized good fortune, and looked in front of him.

The panel was densely packed with names.

Batman's fighting skills, Jim Gordon's one-on-one fighting prowess, the Stand "Miracle and You", and the Stand "The World".

It all depends on luck.

Incidentally, both systems guarantee an ability or trait on the first draw.

Consider it a beginner's gift pack.

"If only there were a song called 'Good Luck'."

Although Dior had the mind of an adult, his heart was still pounding wildly at the thought of a lottery.

"Please, please don't draw Joseph Joestar's cross-dressing skill! Please, please don't!"

The pointers on the turntable started spinning rapidly, and after many rotations, they gradually slowed down until finally the two pointers, one black and one white, stopped on two separate areas.

Guido Mista's stunt double: Sexy Pistol

Edward Nigma, the Riddler, and His Insight

"Hmph, a sexy handgun? In Gotham, that's a winning combination."

Dio processed the knowledge forcibly injected into his mind, and his eyes lit up when he thought of Gotham in the present day.

It's important to understand that Gotham hasn't yet undergone the version updates brought about by various supervillains; Gotham is currently dominated by gangsters.

The sexy pistol can attack and defend by controlling the trajectory of bullets.

The most commonly used weapon is the handgun. If someone claims to be able to control bullets to a certain extent, then he must be seriously addicted!

The most dangerous thing in Gotham today is that you never know when someone will suddenly jump out and shoot you.

Last week, someone was shot in the head in an alley in the East End, all for a mere five dollars.

The shooter was a prostitute; Dior had seen her on the street before.

The woman working on the street was alright; she even offered him a cigarette, though she forgot that children shouldn't smoke.

As for the Riddler's insight, Dio didn't feel anything or notice any change.

Hmm, your eyesight seems to have improved?

After doing all this, Dior quickly packed his luggage, took out a flip phone from his suitcase, and typed a message.

The message reads: I've got it sorted out.

My phone vibrated as soon as I sent the message.

An unfamiliar number dialed.

Dio answered the phone, and the voice on the other end, processed by a voice changer, sounded exactly the same as when they first contacted each other some time ago.

"Dio Brando, we want to know how you're doing at Wayne Manor."

"Very well," Dio's voice was calm. "As you wish."

"Your task is to monitor Bruce Wayne's every move, what he investigates, who he meets, and report back daily."

If I'm not mistaken, why does the person I contacted today sound a bit softer than they did a while ago?

Dior looked thoughtful and asked:

"...Why? And ma'am, your voice sounds a little weak, are you sick?"

After a second of silence, the other person's tone became more forceful:

"Dio, you don't need to know this."

"All you need to know is that your father owes us a total of $73,000, including interest."

"We helped you bury your mother!"

"We can also disclose the truth about the adoption documents at any time."

"By the way, you've heard of those children's charities in Northern Continent, haven't you?"

Upon hearing this, Dior narrowed his eyes, his displeasure evident in his gaze.

This was one of the reasons he agreed in the first place.

"Of course," the voice suddenly softened, "if you do well, we won't treat you unfairly."

"You're one of the heirs to the Wayne family business, right?"

What a huge pancake!

Dior sneered inwardly, but what he said aloud was:

"I see."

The phone hangs up.

Dior stared at the black screen of his phone, carefully considering the conversation that had just taken place, his eyes narrowing slightly.

It's a simple stick and carrot, but unfortunately, he's not a donkey who likes carrots, nor does he like being controlled.

And the sudden increase in tone, is it because you don't want me to discover something?

Are you involved in the Wayne couple's death? Don't want Bruce to find out?

Is it the assassin you hired?

Dior's lips curled into a smile.

interesting.

He's sure now.

In addition, they can forge wills and bribe courts and lawyers...

The board of directors of Wayne Enterprises?

Dior suddenly paused, then murmured:

"The insight of Edward Nigma, the Riddler?"

Dior looked out the window, his eyes unreadable.

Looks like I'm about to catch you, Ms. Contact.

creak.

The old manor structure emitted a strange sound.

"Hmm?" Dio turned his head.

"Is that the sound coming from the old house? It's common, nothing to worry about."

Dior seemed to realize something, and deliberately spoke loudly while slowly moving his body toward the door.

Outside.

Bruce, who was leaning against the door, breathed a small sigh of relief after hearing Dio's words. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the door was suddenly flung open from the inside.

"Varied...?!"

Bruce's eyes widened, and his body, having lost its balance, was about to crash heavily to the ground.

"snort."

Dior snorted coldly, decisively reached out and helped Bruce up when he was about to fall, his eyes filled with displeasure.

Is this really what a young Batman looks like? Precocious, suspicious, and always observing others!

Dior sized up the unbridled young master, his gaze gradually turning cold.

"Alfred said you were asleep, but obviously you weren't, and you were eavesdropping at my door."

"I'm sorry, I just... I just..."

Bruce glanced around, shrugged, and tried to appear calm.

"I just happened to be passing by."

"Oh, I see. You just happened to be passing by."

Dior pretended to suddenly realize something, but then he twitched his nose and smelled a strange odor.

The smell was like barbecue, but the source was...

Dio shifted his gaze to Bruce's arm, suddenly realized what was happening, and grabbed it without saying a word!

"oh!"

Bruce cried out in pain, and before he could react, the sleeve on his arm was rolled up, revealing the burn marks inside.

"What are you doing, Dior!"

He tried desperately to break free from Dio's grasp, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get away.

"ha."

Dio gripped Bruce's hand tightly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, and said sarcastically:

"Does Alfred know that our young master also has a side that no one knows about?"

"I'm just learning to overcome my fear."

Bruce forcefully shook off Dio's hand and earnestly stated his reasons.

"It seems Alfred didn't know you enjoyed hurting yourself."

Dio pinpointed the flaw in Bruce's words, his eyes turning icy cold as he leaned close to Bruce's ear and said menacingly:

"Listen up, Bruce, don't put on airs just because I'm staying at your house!"

"I love being number one, I want to be number one! I won't let anyone show off in front of me!"

"What happened tonight will remain a secret between us. You don't want Alfred to know about your self-harm, do you?"

Bruce did not answer.

After a long silence, Bruce finally raised his head, his dark pupils devoid of any emotion.

"Dio, you're smart and you know what you want, that's good. Then tonight's events will remain our shared secret."

"Also, I'm testing myself here, this is different. And thank you for your concern, goodnight."

After saying that, Bruce picked up the candle from the railing and walked calmly toward his room.

"Hmph! Such an arrogant air, Bruce Wayne!"

Dio looked in the direction Bruce had left, silently clenching his fist.

"I will peel away your defenses like I peel an onion!"

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