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

"Barbara? Gordon's crazy girlfriend?"

Dior glanced thoughtfully at Gallerwin not far away.

At this moment, Barbara walked up to the yellow and blue checkered magic box, clapped her hands lightly on the box, and smiled exaggeratedly.

She opened the door—the box was empty.

She spread her hands and shrugged at the audience, looking innocent as if to say, "Look, there's nothing here."

Then she closed the door, then suddenly pulled it open again.

This time, there was one more person in the box.

A masked man in a dark blue suit, with a wild smile.

All the reporters turned their cameras toward him.

Simply because today's banquet is being broadcast live throughout the city.

Dior's gaze fell on that smiling face that stretched almost to the ears, and he smiled with relief.

Knew it.

It's Jerome.

They're actually alive.

Do the villains in Gotham City all have multiple lives?

How did they survive the freezing cold of the Gotham River without freezing to death?

Dior's expression froze for only a moment before returning to calm.

However, I couldn't help but think of the book "The Penguin's Guide to Fake Death" that I had won a long time ago.

He felt it was necessary to learn more.

But Bruce, standing beside him, noticed that moment of stiffness.

"You know him?" Bruce asked in a low voice.

Dior did not answer, but stared at the eyes peeking through the gaps in the mask on the stage.

Jerome, who had just emerged from the box, was also looking at him.

Eyes facing each other.

There was no anger or hatred in his eyes, only a naked provocation.

It was as if he was saying: What can you do to me?

Dior gave a dismissive smile.

When did an ordinary person dare to yell at him like that?

The sharpest way to deal with this kind of person is to ignore and despise them.

Sure enough, Jerome noticed the disdainful look and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

Gallagher stood below the stage, his knuckles white as he gripped his wine glass tightly.

I hope Jerome doesn't go crazy at this time.

He had rehearsed this play countless times, and he had gone to great lengths to invite these high-society figures.

Today is the day he ascends to godhood, the day he begins his journey to becoming a Gotham hero.

The spectacle of a "hero's entrance" will accumulate significant political capital for him.

But Jerome, that idiot, actually played a staring game with thin air on stage?

Get sick!

Hurry up and keep acting!

Gallerwin's gaze darkened, and he took the lead in applauding.

Pop, pop, pop.

Jerome withdrew his provocative gaze, bowed politely, and spoke in an exaggerated tone, as if he were performing in a stage play:

"Hello everyone~ I'm the magic master~ Lu Daofu!"

"You're incredibly lucky to be alive."

Dior spoke softly, picked up his glass, took a sip of juice, and did not applaud.

He had seen through the true nature of this charity gala tonight; no wonder so many people came.

He followed the applause and looked at Gallerwin not far away, his face showing disdain.

Galervin's script was probably to have Jerome from the Joker gang do the dirty work, and then he would rush in and be the hero.

But unfortunately, he doesn't have the habit of watching clown performances.

Soon, Jerome and his partner performed a short skit on stage.

Then, rousing music began to play.

"Today, I need a volunteer for my first performance!"

"Let me see who it is?"

Jerome glanced around the audience randomly, and finally his finger landed steadily on Dior, who was about to leave.

The next second, the spotlight slammed onto the blond boy.

Barbara walked lightly to Dior's side, extending her fair arm in an inviting gesture.

Dior glanced at the spotlight, didn't move, but picked up his juice, took a sip, and said calmly:

"Sorry, I'm not interested in the Joker's tricks."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone around to hear clearly.

Jerome and Galerwin's smiles froze completely.

"terribly sorry."

Alfred immediately stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said loudly:

"Young Master Dior is not feeling well tonight and is afraid he will be unable to participate in the performance. Please forgive him."

Those present nodded in agreement, choosing to give the Wayne family face.

The atmosphere instantly became lively.

Dior ignored the stares and instead leaned close to Barbara's ear.

His lips were almost touching her earlobe, his voice sweet and his breath fragrant.

"Miss Keane, if you don't choose someone else—I'll give you a French kiss right in front of Jim Gordon."

"You don't want Gordon to completely give up on you, do you, Miss Keane?"

Barbara froze for a moment, her professional smile almost faltering.

She admitted that the threat was...quite tempting.

Those lips must feel wonderful to kiss.

But she loved Gordon in her heart!

Barbara decisively turned around and extended her hand to Bruce in an inviting gesture:

"Sir, may I invite you to come up on stage?"

Bruce was stunned.

He was about to refuse when he heard Dior's calm voice:

"Don't keep the lady waiting, Bruce. You don't want today's donation to go down the drain, do you?"

Bruce turned and glared at Dio.

The blond boy was holding a glass of juice, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Bruce knew that Dio, that evil blond brat, was using him as a scapegoat!

But now, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he couldn't refuse directly like Dio did.

Dior is right.

This was a charity dinner to raise funds for the children's hospital, and he couldn't be like the other party, indifferent to these children.

Bruce took a deep breath, cursed Dior a hundred times in his mind, and then stepped onto the stage.

Dio watched Bruce's stiff back, his eyes in the shadows gradually turning sinister.

He put down his juice, took a few steps forward without making a sound, walked through the crowd, and stood in an inconspicuous corner.

Four meters.

From here to Gallervan's location, it's right within the range of the Gold Experience.

Dior wasn't the kind of coward who would stay silent and not fight back when provoked.

But killing Gallerwin? That would be too lenient on him.

Death was a relief for him.

What truly terrifies him is the loss of his reputation, status, and recognition from high society.

So what he had to do was to make that face, like a stray dog, appear on the front page of every newspaper tomorrow.

Dio looked at Galerwin and licked his lips with some excitement.

He wasn't really looking forward to the banquet at first, but now he was actually starting to look forward to it.

If Galerwin becomes desperate, will he also drag the Order of St. Dumas into the fray?

And that fleeting dark figure...

"Let's see what you choose, Gallagher."

Dior smiled gently.

Bruce stood expressionless in front of the magic box.

Barbara asked him to do a few actions, and he stiffly raised his hand and turned around like a wooden puppet, which elicited good-natured laughter from the audience.

Fortunately, the magic trick ended quickly.

Bruce practically fled the stage, giving Dior a fierce glare as he passed by.

You owe me one.

Dior didn't turn around; his gaze was fixed on Galervin, as if he were looking at prey.

"Watch closely, Bruce. Tonight's magic show is going to be amazing—I promise."

Bruce watched his retreating figure, then followed his gaze to Gallagher, and sighed inwardly.

He had a vague feeling that someone was going to be in big trouble tonight.