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

"You're actually tracking down some lunatics?"

Selena picked up a brick and cleanly and decisively knocked out the unlucky chosen one.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Her heart was still pounding, but as the fear gradually subsided, a strange feeling rose within her.

Selena looked at Dio's bloodied profile and suddenly realized—this guy has a unique charm.

"They wanted me dead, Selena."

Dior pulled a flip phone and some loose change from the cultist's pocket.

"This is the fourth offering, and I am the ninth."

Fortunately, the sacrificial ceremony has time requirements and is mostly carried out at night, otherwise it would be really difficult to manage.

"Really? Damn, there are more and more lunatics in Gotham."

Selena was also searching through the offering's belongings when she unexpectedly recognized it.

"Hey, I know this guy. He's a notorious hired thug."

Dior nodded.

"As expected, let's call the police later and let them track down these guys."

"You want to call the police? The police don't answer the phone these days!"

"It's okay, I have other ideas."

Dio led Selena out of the sewers, drew his gun, and fired several shots into the sky.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! ! !

After the gunshots rang out, a few lights and the sounds of cursing could be faintly heard from the unfinished building near the port.

"Is this the solution you were talking about?"

Selena stared in disbelief. As soon as she turned her head, she found that the blond boy beside her had already run far away.

"Run, Selena! Do you want to be riddled with bullets???"

Dior's voice came from afar.

"Ah!! Damn it!!!!"

Meanwhile, somewhere in an alley in Gotham.

Bruce crawled out of the cardboard box, looked in the direction of the gunshot, and seemed to be deep in thought.

"Hey, sweetheart."

Upon hearing this, he turned his head.

A woman wrapped in a tattered coat leaned against the wall, her lips painted with cheap lipstick.

She squinted at him, striking what she thought was a seductive pose.

"It's so cold being alone."

She pulled her neckline down a bit, revealing a patch of loose skin below her collarbone.

"I have a leather coat, it's very warm."

"Look how humid the air is, your cardboard box will be soaked through very quickly."

"It's different in my arms... as long as you make room for me."

"Thanks."

Bruce looked at her expressionlessly.

"But I still don't need it."

He turned to crawl back into the box.

"etc!"

The woman panicked and pulled a small plastic bag from her pocket, which contained white powder.

"I have some powder here, I can give you some! It's good stuff!"

"Thank you, but I said no, thank you."

Bruce crouched down and went back into the box.

He originally intended to temper his will through hardship in Gotham.

But then he encountered someone who wanted to hook up with a 13-year-old boy.

Such suffering is better avoided.

Bruce stood up from the cardboard box and dusted himself off.

The woman thought he had changed his mind and quickly took a step forward.

"That's right, sweetheart, I'll be fine..."

Beep—!

A sharp car horn blared behind her.

"what!"

The woman trembled with fright, turned around, and began to curse.

"Which blind fool... I'll...!"

After venting her anger, she turned her head away.

The cardboard box is still there.

The black-haired boy had disappeared.

Where are they??

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midnight.

47 Crancy Street, East End.

Bruce carefully opened the door and walked in cautiously.

It seems Selena is already asleep. Is it really okay for me to sneak around like this?

He only berated himself for a few seconds before giving up.

He would rather stay here for one night than be harassed by an old woman.

Bruce calmly surveyed his surroundings and nodded to himself.

If he spends the night on the sofa and leaves early the next day, no one should notice.

"Bruce?"

A familiar voice came from behind.

Bruce froze, his expression conflicted for a moment, before finally turning around and saying expressionlessly:

"Good evening, Dio. Alfred sent me to see you. He's very worried about you."

"Come on, Bruce."

Dio placed the revolver on the table, mercilessly exposing his disguise.

"Alfred told me you ran away from home."

"I'm just learning Gotham, adapting to it. And I feel you need my help."

Bruce never mentioned that he was out of options, only that he was there to help the other side.

"Help? I need your help?"

Dio was amused by his stubbornness and leaned closer, about to say something sarcastic.

Wait a minute?

I think I really do need his help.

He decisively changed the subject:

"I've found a lead in the Wayne case, but the person who knows the killer has one condition."

"What are the conditions?"

Bruce's expression changed, and his voice deepened.

He instinctively wanted to ask, "What are you up to now?", but he swallowed the words back.

He had waited far too long for clues about the killer in the Wayne case.

"I can accept any conditions."

"Are you really ready? This condition will be extremely difficult to accept and will have a significant impact on your life."

"I am fully prepared."

Bruce was a little nervous; he considered himself to know Dio quite well.

Although my adopted brother is wicked, he never speaks in a glib or frivolous way. He is straightforward and honest, and if he wants to cheat you, he will do so openly.

Could it be...?

Is it about the Indian Mountain incident? Or some other dangerous plan?

Will this have a significant impact on our current way of life?

Is it that dangerous?

Bruce took a deep breath, prepared himself, and said with a serious expression:

"Dio, my days of going to school on time every day to flirt with girls are over. What do you want me to do?"

Upon hearing this, Dior's expression turned very strange, as if he was trying to suppress a laugh.

After a long silence, he finally uttered a sentence:

"I want you to go back to school and maybe pick up girls while you're at it."

"What?"

Bruce thought he was dreaming.

"You want me to... go back to school and flirt with girls?"

His voice rose a octave, and his expression darkened:

"Dio, I don't have time for your jokes."

"I'm not joking," Dio briefly explained Tabitha's conditions.

Bruce remained silent for a few seconds, trying to process this absurd fact.

Is someone trying to seduce him?

Dior's condition was that he would seduce the other person instead?

"Why not you?" he asked.

"Because I'm not the target," Dio shrugged. "You are."

Meeting Tabitha's request can be difficult in some ways, but easy in others.

The difficulty lies in the fact that ordinary people who approach the "niece" will be driven away by the hidden St. Dumas order;

It's simple because Bruce was the target all along, and no one would suspect anything if he approached him.

This would give us many ways to take that girl away.

Upon hearing this, Bruce felt a headache coming on.

In theory he knew what to do, but in practice it was very difficult.

How exactly do you make a vixen sent to seduce you turn around and be seduced by you instead?

That's too difficult, isn't it?

"Don't worry, Bruce, I have the secret."

Dior smiled mysteriously, quickly returned to his bedroom, and came out with a book in his hand.

Alfred Pennworth's Guide to Seduction

"This, this is..."

Bruce took the book and looked surprised when he saw the name on the cover.

"A guide to picking up women? Alfred's?"

"This was written by someone else, but whatever you do, don't let him know, otherwise... you know what will happen."

Dior hadn't expected the book to come in handy, but it certainly made the best use of it.

Alfred's romantic history is so extensive it could fill a book; as a seasoned veteran of the dating scene, he could definitely open Bruce's eyes to a whole new level.

When he first got this guide, he spent several nights studying it.

The experience was truly...

"Ahem, study hard, Bruce."

Dior patted Bruce, who was standing there dumbfounded, and turned back to the bedroom.

Bruce was left alone in the living room, looking at the book in his hand thoughtfully.

He slowly turned to the first page.

The title reads: "Chapter One - How to Make a Woman Interested in You in Three Sentences."

Bruce's expression changed from doubt to seriousness.