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

Wow, Dior, what a big change!

Wow, Bruce, you've changed so much!

The two looked at each other and read the same meaning in each other's eyes.

"Hmph, you..."

A delicious aroma wafted from the direction of the kitchen.

Judging by the time, Alfred should be making desserts.

Dior sniffed it, and swallowed back the sarcastic words that were about to come out of his mouth.

He looked away and walked down the stairs without saying a word.

Bruce also looked away, waited a while, and then took a step.

The two walked side by side toward the kitchen without saying a word.

Since things have come to this, let's eat something first.

Alfred was standing in front of the kitchen counter, cutting a plate of golden, tempting dessert into small pieces.

Karen was already waiting at the table.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw the two of them coming together, and immediately smiled.

"Mango mille-feuille, served with special mango sauce."

Alfred pushed the plate in front of the two of them and urged them on.

"Fresh out of the oven, eat it while it's hot."

Dior didn't stand on ceremony and forked a piece into his mouth.

The flaky pastry crumbles between your teeth, releasing a warm filling bursting with a rich mango aroma, perfectly balanced between sweet and sour.

Even someone as picky about sweets as him couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Bruce sat opposite him, fork raised in mid-air, hesitating for a moment.

Is this healthy? Will it cause weight gain? Will it interfere with my exercise plan?

He has always touted himself as a healthy eater, and such high-calorie desserts are usually not on his menu.

But that fragrance was just too overpowering.

Bruce eventually took a bite, and his expression visibly relaxed.

Karen ate with absolutely no regard for her image, chewing a couple of times before widening her eyes and mumbling indistinctly:

"What...what is this? I've never eaten anything so delicious before."

Alfred watched the three men's reactions with satisfaction, his hands behind his back and his back ramrod straight.

She called the dish "Alfred's Confession".

When he uttered that name, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, tinged with a hint of nostalgia.

"It was a beautiful lady I met in France when I was young who taught me this recipe. She said it was a secret recipe passed down in her family for four hundred years, and it was only passed on to one person in each generation."

"Four hundred years?" Bruce looked up.

"That's right."

Alfred refilled Dior's cup of black tea.

"I really miss those days when I was young."

Dior paused for a moment with his fork.

Something suddenly flashed through his mind: the copy of "Alfred Pennyworth's Guide to Conquest" that he had drawn.

He wasn't actually interested in womanizing, but in order to understand Alfred, he patiently watched him for an entire night.

No, it was two nights.

Upon closer inspection, the techniques inside—such as "casual finger touches" and "leaning slightly forward while the other person is speaking"—were utterly unheard of and dazzling.

Even this self-proclaimed social butterfly had to admit that Alfred was the real master of seduction.

Dior glanced out of the corner of his eye at Bruce, who was happily eating beside him, and then at the old butler.

At this very moment, Alfred was still going on and on about his love story with his ex-girlfriend.

Looking at Bruce, Dio silently took a bite of the pastry and sighed inwardly.

Bruce, did you learn your future playboy persona from Alfred?

suddenly!

[Achievement Completed: The Playboy Mystery]

[You've finally discovered that the Wayne family's true "family secret" isn't martial arts or detective skills, but rather the "Art of Social Interaction" compiled by the old butler based on decades of life experience.]

[P.S.: Alfred tied Bruce's first formal prom tie himself. That night he captivated all the ladies present—and their grandmothers.]

[Bonus: Bruce Wayne's Disguise Guide]

Dior paused in his mille-feuille, blinking in surprise.

What's going on? Is there some unexpected bonus? The achievement was completed so easily?

Dior was starting to have doubts about life.

Today, I not only got a golden experience, but also a valuable guide to disguise.

This is a superb disguise technique that has prevented Gotham residents from ever associating Bruce Wayne with Batman!

With this guide... there are so many things we can do!

"Young Master Dior, is it not to your liking?"

Alfred's words snapped Dio out of his reverie.

"no."

Dior lowered his head, picked up another piece of mille-feuille with his fork, and put it in his mouth.

"I was just thinking that you must have been very popular with ladies when you were young."

Alfred chuckled softly, did not deny it, and turned to refill Karen's tea.

Bruce looked up, glanced at Dio, then at Alfred's retreating figure, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from nowhere.

Dior was putting the last piece of mille-feuille into his mouth when he suddenly stopped chewing.

His pupils contracted slightly, and when he looked down, the hairs on his arms stood on end.

What's going on?

Dio's pupils contracted as he realized something.

Just then, a dull thud came from outside the window, as if something heavy had fallen onto the lawn of the manor.

Then came the rustling sound of scales rubbing against grass leaves.

"What's wrong?" Bruce immediately became alert. "There's danger!"

"You all wait by the side gate!"

Alfred stood up, pulled a Glock from under the stove, and walked to the window.

In the forest, two strangely shaped dark figures were approaching the manor one after the other.

It crawls forward, with a long, pointed snout, a thick body covered in scales, and a long tail.

Another leap forward, cheeks puffed out, only four fingers visible, each landing splashing mud.

The smile on Alfred's face vanished.

"....Oh my god." He paused for a moment, then pulled another kitchen knife from the knife rack.

The two people behind them could see the scene outside through the curtains, and the atmosphere immediately became heavy.

"Karen, go to the cold storage, open the freezer, and ask the people inside to help me, Bruce."

Dio slid a calico stick, Robin's personal weapon, out of his sleeve and quietly handed it to Bruce beside him.

"Kali stick?"

Bruce took it, tossed it around casually, and found it surprisingly easy to handle.

"Be careful, it carries an electric shock effect."

Dio knew that Bruce would not leave this time, and besides, they might not be able to escape either.

And it seems like some guy has been itching to get started for months.

In fact, he had been observing Bruce's training for the past three months and found that the guy's progress was frighteningly fast.

His exceptional physical abilities, often considered the pinnacle of human potential, were evident from a young age, as evidenced by his ability to remain energetic even after several days without food.

With the stimulation and training over the past few months, as well as the healthy diet Bruce devised himself, his body seemed to have its meridians opened up.

If it weren't for possessing the Joestar golden bloodline, his physical abilities would probably be no match for Bruce's.

Alfred looked back and saw that neither of the two young masters had left, but Karen, who had claws, had disappeared. He immediately became anxious.

"Get out of here, you two little rascals!"

But neither Bruce nor Dior paid him any attention.

Both of them knew that even if someone stalled for time, they wouldn't be able to leave.

They can't go to the garage, so how far can two little kids run in the forest when facing a monster?

"Can your thing... handle those two monsters?"

Bruce gripped the Cali stick tightly and turned his head to ask.

"Yes, but only against one."

Dio stared at the scaled monster, his brow furrowed slightly.

He wasn't sure if the silver chariot's sword could cut through that thick, shiny shell.

Because the detective's vision has not yet detected any weaknesses on the scales!

Damn it, this is a test subject who's been subjected to some horrific treatment!

Dio and Bruce exchanged a glance. He realized that no matter how many conflicts they had had before, this time—

The two of them will probably have to fight side by side.

The two boys stood together, looking ahead with determined expressions.

"Leave the Frogman to me and Alfred."

"Leave the rest to me."

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