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

"Are you sure we won't die in the sewers?"

"Probably not, but they'll probably send someone to test the waters."

Bruce stroked his chin, analyzing the situation from the other person's perspective.

Through months of overt and covert confrontations, he discovered that the mysterious organization was a bit too cautious.

Dior was one of their men, as was Hugo, and they even had people in the police station.

But these people don't know each other, and even if they are hostile to each other, the mysterious organization doesn't care—as if it's happy to see it happen.

Given this personality trait, it's unlikely the other party will take direct action.

"You're right."

Dior nodded, affirming the other party's analysis:

"They stopped questioning me about the daily intelligence I sent them a long time ago. They're probably just trying to keep me calm. Hugo's matter has nothing to do with them, and the assassin's affairs don't involve them either, so..."

As a future tactical mastermind, Bruce understood immediately after hearing the explanation.

"So they'll try to find out how much evidence I have about the Wayne Group."

Snapped.

Dior snapped his fingers.

"You're right. So you and Alfred are both the breakthrough points."

Alfred, who was eavesdropping from the side, pointed blankly to himself.

However, it seems that he actually became the breakthrough point last time.

The assassins took advantage of his kindness and faked a car accident.

That's really a lack of martial ethics.

"Oh, right."

Dior reached the restaurant entrance, but suddenly stopped, turned around, and said:

"I've found out about a cult organization. Be careful lately."

"They've got their eyes on the so-called Sons of Gotham, you know what that means, right?"

The cult has its sights set on the so-called Sons of Gotham, and they need to sacrifice the Sons of Gotham to gain supernatural power.

Bruce should be the so-called Son of Gotham.

"Are you worried about me?"

"hehe."

Dior rolled his eyes dramatically and chuckled:

"I just don't want public opinion to drown me in your death."

Bruce and Alfred exchanged a glance after watching Dio leave.

Both of them saw the same thing in each other's eyes—Young Master Dior was still saying one thing and meaning another.

"It's time to sleep, Master Bruce."

Goodnight, Alfred.

Silent all night.

In the early morning, after washing up, Dior prepared to continue learning techniques from Selena.

Actually, when it comes to learning techniques, the main thing is to learn the infiltration strategy from this master thief.

He doesn't need to learn stealth, but a calm mindset, on-the-spot thinking, logical gaps in judgment, and the ability to detect blind spots...

These are the key elements for infiltrating the Indian Mountains.

Tasks cannot be rushed, nor can mistakes be tolerated; meticulous work must be done slowly and carefully.

After glancing at the time, Dio put on his boxing gloves and went to the back of the manor.

The gate opened, and a person was already standing on the lawn.

Bruce, wearing a vest, was punching the sandbag cleanly and efficiently.

Dior made no attempt to greet anyone, instead walking over to his sandbag and starting to warm up.

The two practiced their own techniques, but Dio's spider sense always managed to catch a gaze.

It's Bruce.

The first time he thought it was his imagination, the second time he started to frown, and the third time he finally stopped moving.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Bruce's fist paused for a moment, then he said calmly, his face expressionless:

"It's nothing, you might just be imagining things."

Upon hearing this, a hint of displeasure flashed in Dior's eyes.

What's wrong with this guy so early in the morning?

He suspected that the guy had either taken the wrong medication last night or stayed up too late.

After practicing for a while longer, and estimating that it was almost time to meet, Dio took off his boxing gloves and wiped his sweat.

Bruce also stopped, walked up the steps, and started wiping his sweat with a towel.

"you."

Dio stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed. Now he finally understood.

"You want to come with me? Shouldn't you be settling Karen in first?"

"Alfred went there early this morning."

Bruce wasn't embarrassed when he was exposed; instead, he readily admitted it.

"I want to go to Gotham with you."

Why?

Bruce paused for a moment, considered his words carefully, and then spoke:

"These days I've realized that I seem to... not understand Gotham."

"It's not the kind of understanding you get from newspapers or archives."

"I need to understand this city, Dio, because I can sense danger just by standing on the street, like you do."

Dio gave him a strange look, but still agreed:

"Suit yourself, just don't hold me back."

The Church of St. Dumas has its eye on Bruce; leaving him alone at home would make him an easy target.

He still needs Bruce to hold the line and draw the Court of Owls' fire; he can't let them die like this.

Now, his relationship with Bruce is like that of Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi; if one dies, the other is useless.

Once the birds are all gone, the bow is put away.

The two walked side by side across the lawn, took a shower, hailed a taxi, and soon arrived in Gotham.

Dior walked around reading a beginner's book of Latin:

"I'll still use an alias today."

"it is good."

Bruce readily agreed.

After all, his name is too conspicuous; if he appears in Gotham, everyone will know about him within hours.

So let's use an alias, just to be on the safe side.

"By the way, why did you suddenly want to learn Latin?"

Bruce asked thoughtfully.

Upon hearing this, Dior sighed, his voice turning somber as he recalled the grotesque, muscular succubus from last night:

"Because I saw something I shouldn't have seen, you'd better learn something from it too, really."

He looked at the future playboy who would become a household name beside him with a very serious expression.

After all, Dio didn't want to sleep with a muscular succubus with wings, a heart-shaped tail, and a bulging physique.

He believed Bruce certainly didn't want to either.

Therefore, if you don't even have the means to distinguish between them, it will be a lifelong nightmare and psychological trauma.

Bruce felt a chill run down his spine from Dio's gaze and quickly shivered.

"Okay, I understand, I'll learn."

"I hope so."

Dio planned to investigate the distribution map of these demons after completing all these tasks.

We must avoid these guys when the time comes!

Soon after, the two arrived at a slightly dilapidated house in the East District.

This was also Dior's former home.

"Is this your former home?"

Bruce looked him up and down, then turned and asked.

"Yeah, since I'm not staying here anyway, I might as well let Selena stay here."

"It was kind of an exchange; she taught me some techniques in exchange for the chance to live in the house."

"I see."

Bruce nodded, looked at the somewhat dilapidated house in front of him, and sighed.

He realized that this dilapidated house in front of him was what the people of Gotham had always dreamed of.

Dio looked at the house in front of him, his eyes momentarily filled with complex emotions, before he stepped forward and pressed the doorbell.

Hey~

There was no reaction at all.

A vein bulged on Dior's forehead, and he pressed the button a second time without expression!

Hey~

Only then did a faint rustling sound come from inside the house.

Five minutes later, the door was suddenly pulled open.

Selena, sporting a fluffy afro, poked her head out and stared at the two of them sleepily.

Do you know what time it is?

She yawned and stepped aside to let the doorway pass.

"Come in, stop loitering around here."