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

"Never mind that, where's the crocodile man? Did you kill him?"

Bruce looked at Dio, whose breathing rhythm was strange, and tried to make conversation.

After all, this was the first time he had ever defeated such a monster, and his heart was pounding, his adrenaline still pumping.

The urge to share is too strong.

Upon hearing this, Dio ignored the wicked bat brat, as he needed to use Ripple to heal his wounds.

"Why aren't you saying anything? You were quite talkative just now," Bruce said again.

Dior's forehead veins bulged, he glared at him fiercely, turned his back, and thought to himself:

Bruce, get out of here!

Alfred stood up from the ground, dusted off his suit, and looked shaken.

He hadn't experienced such a thrilling scene in years; monsters and explosions—it was like a Hollywood blockbuster.

But when he saw the two boys standing together, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Time flies.

Alfred murmured, his gaze suddenly tightening as it fell on Dio.

"Young Master Dior, let's treat your wounds first; you've lost a lot of blood."

"Yes! Sorry, I got too excited just now."

Bruce snapped out of his daze and quickly ran into the room.

"fine."

Dior waved his hand.

For a Stand user, this amount of blood is nothing.

Even if you lose another three pounds, it's still nothing.

However, it was thanks to Joestar's golden bloodline that he ended up in the hospital; otherwise, he would have been in the past.

"The first-aid kit is here!" Bruce quickly ran back.

Alfred took the medicine box and looked at Dio's clothes.

"Young Master Dior—"

"Take it off, we're all men, what's there to be afraid of?" Dio said indifferently.

Alfred nodded, helped him take off his shirt, and began to treat the wound.

Dior wasn't idle either; he had Gold Experience take some of the toxic slime from the sleeve of his clothes and make it into a serum.

Both of them had just come into contact with the viscous fluid, and their arms were numb and they had developed rashes. They needed to use serum.

"It might hurt a little when the serum is injected."

"Serve? What serum?"

Before Bruce could react, a sharp pain shot through his arm.

He groaned, his face turning red, but he still stubbornly endured it with a blank expression.

Dio looked at his deadpan face and felt disdain:

Bruce is nothing, how painful can a shot be?

A child is a child.

He also injected himself with the gold-infused experience—

The next second, excruciating pain exploded in my arm!

Dio's eyes widened, and he shuddered violently, almost crying out.

Looking at Bruce's face again, he gritted his teeth:

That bastard must have done it on purpose.

As expected of that evil little bat brat!

After a while, the pain gradually subsided.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from the stairwell, accompanied by a shout:

"Do not harm my lord!"

A figure wielding a fire axe leaped out of the shattered window, its face contorted in a ferocious grimace.

After landing, he scanned his surroundings, his gaze settling on the dead crocodile monster, his ferocity gradually turning into confusion.

"...Finished?"

Claw stood frozen in place, axe raised in mid-air, unsure of who to chop down.

"Stay put," Dio said with a hint of helplessness.

"yes!"

At that moment, Karen also ran out from inside, panting heavily.

"Don't...don't run so fast! I can't keep up."

She looked up and saw devastation and three disheveled people.

Karen first looked at Bruce with concern, then at Alfred, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the two were alright.

Finally, looking at Dior—

She was stunned.

Dio sat shirtless in a chair, while Alfred bandaged the wound on his arm.

The sunlight streamed down from above, illuminating that exquisitely handsome face, giving it an alluring and seductive quality.

Her skin was fair, her collarbones were well-defined, and her muscles looked as if they had been meticulously sculpted.

Karen swallowed hard, opened her mouth as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

"Have you looked enough, you woman?"

Dior's voice came from not far away, tinged with displeasure.

"If you've had enough looking, at least hand me my clothes."

Karen paused for a moment, her gaze lingering on Dio for a split second before looking away.

She handed him the shirt, her voice a little unnatural: "...Put this on."

Dior took the shirt, shook off the dust, looked at the claws, and said in a deep voice:

"You'll come with me in a bit."

"yes!"

Claw nodded solemnly, but his toes bumped into something.

He looked down.

A kitchen knife covered in black ash lay quietly among the shards of glass.

The claws stared at it, their eyes gradually becoming unfocused, as if they were seeing something else through the blade.

A moment later, he suddenly squatted down, his hands trembling as he picked up the kitchen knife, his eyes reddening.

"Lord Dior!"

He turned around, knelt on one knee, raised the kitchen knife above his head, his voice hoarse and choked with emotion.

"You...you really found my precious sword!"

Dior paused in his dressing, glancing at the cleaver covered in black ash, and his lips twitched.

"...I'm glad you like it."

Karen's eyes widened as she looked at Claws, then at Dio, and opened her mouth, but Alfred grabbed her arm.

"Don't speak," the old butler said in a low voice, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "This is the manor's security guard, and his mind..."

"oh."

Karen looked at Claw with great pity.

He's so handsome, but he's not very bright. What a pity.

"Ugh."

Bruce sighed as well.

Sometimes, it's not so bad to be a madman in Gotham.

At least madmen have no worries and can live in their own world.

Li Zhao held the kitchen knife, stood up, and looked determined.

"Lord Dio, from this day forward, this sword is my life. Whoever you command, I will cut!"

Dior hesitated, then could only nod in distress, feigning authority as he said:

"How dare those scoundrels trespass into my territory!"

"Azrael, my most valiant warrior!"

"exist!"

Claw knelt on one knee, leaning on a kitchen knife with one hand, looking extremely solemn.

Ignoring the strange looks from those around him, Dio took a deep breath and gave the order:

"I order you to go to the front lines and search for traces of the enemy!"

"yes!"

The sharp claws nimbly swung into the kitchen, making rustling sounds.

After giving the orders to Claws, Dio glared at the three people around him and snorted coldly:

"Why aren't you tracing the trail from where those two monsters came from? What are you doing looking at me?!"

"Don't you want to find the exact location of the Indian Mountains in Arkham?"

"Wait a little longer. We can't find any trace of the surveillance footage or the source of the drug!"

That's the truth.

If you quickly examine the body now, you might find clues such as soil microorganisms and drug residues on the corpse.

More importantly, they were able to quickly retrieve traffic surveillance footage to deduce the origin of the two monsters.

In this way, the location of Indian Hills Laboratory in Arkham is roughly the same.

"Young Master Dior, we'll be there right away."

Alfred quickly pulled Karen and Bruce away from there.

He felt that if he didn't leave, someone would explode.

Watching the three figures depart, and then glancing at the claws inside the house, Dio sighed deeply.

The team is really hard to manage.