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

Outside the police station, a cold wind blew into my collar.

Dio instinctively shrank his shoulders, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the figure standing by the car to make sure he saw his disheveled state.

Alfred didn't come forward; he just stood next to the black Bentley, his hands clasped in front of him.

As Dio approached Alfred, a fleeting look of dazedness appeared in his eyes, and he lowered his head accordingly.

"...I'm sorry, Alfred, we should have entrusted this to Gordon instead of sneaking out."

An apology was necessary, after all, a butler is not a male servant, and this old butler is also the legal guardian of the two.

To put it bluntly, Alfred even had the right to dispose of Thomas Wayne's estate!

Therefore, you must apologize when you need to.

"Get in the car, young master Dior."

The old butler's tone was calm, without the slightest fluctuation.

Is this a sign of doubt? I knew it.

Dior narrowed his eyes slightly, then raised his head somewhat weakly.

I have many tricks up my sleeve to deal with a loyal old steward like you; we can take our time playing along.

Dior's gaze shifted several times before he finally walked around the front of the car and got into the passenger seat.

Alfred got into the driver's seat but didn't start the car; he just waited quietly.

The two people in the car remained silent for a full three minutes.

During this time, Dior, like a patient hunter, quietly stared out the window, letting time pass.

He was waiting for me to speak first.

That old fox won't attack first; he'll only set traps for me to fall into.

That's how people who have been secret agents are.

This also shows that you don't have absolute evidence, so...

Dior took a deep breath, letting his eyes well up with tears—a skill he'd learned in the slums, and it proved very useful.

"...I'm sorry, Alfred, I know we shouldn't have run away."

The first step is to admit your mistake!

Admitting mistakes is the privilege of the weak, and also the most effective disguise.

"But Bruce is so upset. He came to me today and said he has to go to Crime Alley."

"I tried to persuade him, I said it was too dangerous and I should have told you first, but... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Silence fell over the car again.

a long time.

"Young Master Dior."

Alfred turned to look at Dio, his voice soft and approving, but his eyes held a complex expression:

"You were very brave today."

"Next time, if Young Master Bruce makes another dangerous decision, I hope the first thing you'll do is inform me."

"Instead of going on adventures with him."

Upon hearing this, Dio's lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but he quickly suppressed it.

No, I can't laugh now, I absolutely can't laugh.

Dior repeatedly told himself that he must not show the expression of a victor now, he must not!

But Alfred was completely oblivious. Instead, he started the car and said earnestly:

"I know that when dealing with evil people, I must not hesitate to fight back."

"Your anger gives you tremendous power, and I understand that feeling all too well."

Alfred turned his head and looked intently at the blond boy beside him with his weathered eyes.

"But if you don't control it, it will destroy you mercilessly."

"I was almost ruined once, and it was a really bad feeling. I hope you don't have to experience that kind of badness."

Dior's brow twitched slightly.

Is this old man telling the truth?

Was he once destroyed by anger?

How was he destroyed? Who did he kill? What did he go through?

Dio almost turned to look at Alfred's expression, but he held back.

"You protected Master Bruce today."

"So please promise me, young master Dior?"

"I don't want you to be blinded by anger like I once was."

Dior was stunned.

It wasn't a performance of feigning stunnedness; he was genuinely stunned.

Dio actually thought that what followed would be a warning from Alfred, or even a threat.

But how could it be such a flimsy plea?

Dio looked up at Alfred, who was driving intently, with a puzzled expression, but couldn't detect a trace of probing in his eyes.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, but then suddenly stopped.

No! No way! It might be fake!

Dio instinctively opened his mouth, preparing to utter the words he had been holding back for so long:

"Thank you, Alfred, I..."

Dior's voice trailed off.

Because Alfred was watching him.

It wasn't that kind of condescending gaze, nor that kind of scrutiny directed at prisoners.

Like an elder looking after a child.

At that moment, Dior understood, he understood everything!

It wasn't that his acting was so perfect that he could fool even Alfred.

Instead, when the other person fired, he decisively turned around and returned fire, saving Bruce!

The cause is not important, the process is not important, but the result is the most important!

Bruce is everything to Alfred. As long as Bruce is alright, the old man doesn't care about anything else!

All of this has led this elderly man, whom I've only known for a day, to accept me.

Was it merely a deliberate act of shooting and killing a petty thug who provoked him?

Wryyyyyyyyyyyyyy! !! !!

Luck is on my side, Dior!

Dior clenched his fists silently, and laughed wildly in his heart!

From the day I transmigrated, from the day I stepped into the Wayne family home, luck has always been on my side!

My act of killing that bastard actually made this most difficult old man accept me!

The most crucial thing is...

[You have earned the basic trust of your butler Alfred, and your logistics are now supported by the most professional service. Your exclusive points +100]

[You used your wicked wisdom to commit murder and then escaped perfectly from the police station. Exclusive points +100]

After witnessing all this, Dio's lips curled into a slight smile, a victor's smile hidden from Alfred's view.

"I promise you, Alfred."

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Beware of the Court of Owls, which is always watching your every move.

Peeping at Gotham City from the shadows, hidden among low walls and attics.

Deep within the city, in a very secluded room.

The only light source here comes from the chandelier on the ceiling.

A chandelier shaped like an owl with outstretched wings.

At the end of the long table, a woman removed the owl mask from her face, revealing a well-maintained face.

Time has left indelible marks on her face, but it cannot conceal her noble air.

"What's wrong?"

The man standing in the shadows stepped forward and gently pushed a document in front of her.

"Dio Brando has been arrested for street clashes and shootings."

The woman's fingers paused on the document.

"Arrested?"

"What did he write in his routine report yesterday?"

"Everything is normal. He said he was studying in his study, and Bruce's mood is stable."

The woman was silent for a few seconds, then chuckled softly.

"Is everything normal?"

She pushed the documents back, stood up, walked to the window, and with her slender fingers parted a corner of the curtains, looking down at Gotham in the night.

"This child... is playing hide-and-seek with us."

The men behind him remained silent.

"Keep watching him," she said, "let him think he's hiding well."

"Let's have some fun with him."