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

"By the way, what's your name?"

Dior quickly composed himself, turned around, and looked at the street kid, asking him a question.

"Just call me Peter. Actually, I plan to quit after this job; it's too dangerous."

The street kid named Peter shrugged helplessly, a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

"This watch has made a huge difference to my situation, thank you."

Did you figure it out a long time ago?

Dio raised an eyebrow, unsurprised, and looked at Bruce, who seemed to have known it all along.

Hmph, but you're still a step behind me.

Dio's lips curled into a smile. He picked up the notebook, wrote down a phone number, and handed it to Peter.

"You have a quality that no one else has. Peter, if you hear from me again, please contact me."

"Okay, actually I only found out by chance, after all, recently..."

Peter gestured toward Bruce, implying that the deaths of the Wayne couple had a significant impact.

"My uncle was also laid off, so I went to ask him about it, and I just arrived today and ran into you all."

"And I have to hurry, my aunt will worry, and setting up a stall here requires Clyde's permission, which I don't have, so..."

and many more?

Dio looked at the somewhat shy boy in front of him.

Is this man's name Peter? Did his uncle recently lose his job? And he has an aunt?

hiss!

Dior frowned, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu about what he was hearing, and asked, almost as if possessed:

What is your name?

"Hey, Peter Parker!!!"

Dio's pupils constricted, not because of the name Peter had said, but because the name Peter had not said.

Upon hearing this, he turned his head away.

"Wow, wow, wow, I was wondering why there was a luxury car parked on the street, oh... haha."

Dio and Bruce turned around together and were met by three strangely dressed young men with unfriendly expressions.

"Peter, don't you know that you need our permission to make money on the streets?"

"And you two, we don't mess with rich people, but your clothes are very valuable, and I don't want to get them dirty, so..."

"Could you take them off willingly? That way we can pretend we didn't see you, okay?"

Did I get into trouble?

As expected, once you arrive in Gotham, you can't avoid dealing with the mob.

Moreover, these gangsters are faster at causing trouble than the Gotham City Police Department can respond to calls!

Dior remained outwardly calm, but in reality, he quickly sized up the three thugs in front of him while observing the surrounding environment.

But the result made his heart sink.

The three thugs opposite were adults, strong and tall.

There were only two twelve-year-old children dressed in expensive clothes and a fifteen-year-old teenager on my side.

The good news is: we have two guns and three men on our side, so the numbers are equal!

The bad news is: the other side might also have guns.

Moreover, using firearms during the day would be very troublesome and would push things to an irreversible point!

Dior had even imagined what the news would be about tomorrow.

Dio Brando, the adopted son of the Wayne family, got into an argument with someone, pulled out a gun, and earned himself a ticket to Blackgate Prison!

However, guns can increase bargaining power, and three people standing together can also put up a standoff with the other side!

The advantage lies with me!

Dio had anticipated everything in his mind, nodded to himself, and was about to say something.

"Shit! How come they got here so fast this time? Sorry, you two!"

Peter shoved the two aside and ran off at a speed that would leave even Usain Bolt speechless.

The figure disappeared at the alley entrance.

Dior was left standing there, bewildered in the wind.

Listen up!

Seeing the three thugs getting closer, Dior hurriedly waved his hand, pleading like a resolute gentleman:

"You all have parents too, and I don't want to hurt them, so stop! I have no reason to fight you!"

"Sorry, kid! We don't have parents!"

The three thugs laughed even more arrogantly, as if to say, "If I don't have parents, you can't choose me."

What!

Dior's gentlemanly expression froze on the spot.

Shouldn't they be impressed by my gentlemanly demeanor and let us both go?

Is that correct?

Damn it, if this won't work...

Then...

"Alright, I gave you a chance."

Dio took a deep breath, his hand landing directly on his waist where the revolver was, his expression threatening.

"Kid, are you trying to tell me you have a gun?"

The hooded man at the head of the group paused, exchanged a glance with his two companions, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, you think you can scare me like that? Hahahaha."

How could a little kid possibly have a gun?

Even African warlords know that monkeys shouldn't be allowed to handle guns; how could they not know that?

Why have so many homeless children gone missing lately? Isn't it because they don't have guns to protect themselves?

All gun dealers in Gotham share a consensus: never sell anything related to guns to children!

Not even a single bullet casing!

Hearing the harsh laughter around him, Dio's face grew increasingly gloomy.

With a snap, the hammer was pressed down by a fair thumb.

The laughter stopped abruptly!

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at the hooded man in the lead, who was a blond-haired boy with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Dio".

Bruce whispered a warning, while simultaneously drawing his own gun and aiming it at the three men.

Because in Gotham, everyone has an unspoken rule.

That means if you are not prepared to fire, do not point a gun at someone!

Upon seeing this, the three thugs immediately raised their hands and knelt on the ground, their movements so practiced it was appalling.

"Calm down, kid. Don't let it go wrong. We were wrong. We shouldn't have provoked you."

Please forgive us.

Dio looked down at the three people kneeling before him, licked his lips, and felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Was someone once asking you to do this? Is that why you want to treat others this way?"

"Being completely naked must be uncomfortable, right?"

The hooded man looked up, staring into those mocking eyes, as if something inside him had been ignited.

He lowered his head again, clenched his fists, and his eyes burned with anger, clearly provoked.

"Let's go, Bruce. And I don't forgive you."

Seeing that the three men did not suddenly attack, and having no reason to fire his gun, Dio decisively put it away.

Bruce nodded, put his gun away, and followed Dio as the two quickly walked towards the alley exit.

one meter.

Two meters.

boom!

A gunshot pierced the air!

At the moment the gun went off, only a few thoughts flashed through Dio's mind.

They really fired; it was expected.

Moreover, I get angry too easily. I need to reflect on this and learn to control my emotions more calmly.

I need to remember this: this kind of person isn't worth getting angry at.

At this moment, Dior was still reflecting on his mistakes.

Because he knew the bullet couldn't hit him!

Even if the enemy keeps firing from two meters away.

At this moment, Dio seemed completely unaware, only feeling that everything around him had slowed down.

Six tiny yellow figures with pointed heads floated around him, deflecting all the bullets aimed at Dio.

Amidst the hail of bullets, Dio calmly turned around, like a nurse administering medication, aimed his gun at the hooded man, and unhurriedly pulled the trigger!

boom!

Gunshots rang out.

The hooded man fell heavily to the ground.

The moment Bruce heard the gunshot, he rushed towards the other two thugs and punched them.

"NO!!!"

Alfred, who had just arrived, exclaimed in surprise.

In the distance, the faint sound of police sirens could be heard.

Dio exhaled a puff of mist, gazing at the hooded man's corpse, and murmured:

"I told you, I don't forgive you."