Yellow-Haired Passers-By Please Do Not Touch Porcelain

I'm Tim Drake. Multiple identities? Just get used to it. The president of Drake Industries, Red Robin, and Batman's sidekick. Gotham's night was crazy enough, until Angel V. Lomiz gracefully parachuted into the air. Now? A permanent addition to my to-do list: deal with this bastard. How did it start? Oh, easy. He was kidnapped on a rainy night, and I came to his rescue (a regular routine on night patrol, a Gotham specialty). According to the script, the next step should be: "Thank you, Mr. Vigilante!" Then everyone goes back to their homes. But Angel Lomiz? What he handed me was not a thank you, but a so-called Eastern look that says "a life-saving favor should be given with your body" - as green as the moss on a gargoyle, still stained with rainwater. I should have asked Penguin's men to take him back then. The media reports are all false. Newspapers described him as a "Gotham Angel," a rising star of philanthropy and a warm winter sun. Fart. What I see is: One second he was smiling at reporters, and the next second he was whispering to the noisy representatives of rival families: "Get rid of them and let them be quiet." He still had that damn angelic expression on his face! This guy was sending 18 "complaining about being bored at work" messages in a row while I was working all-nighters on the Wayne Enterprises merger. Comes with a close-up of cookie crumbs on the carpet in his office (he even bakes his own cookies?!). And he piled apples on top of my Wayne & Co. Building—tied with expensive silk bows! Bruce almost thought it was the Joker escaping from Arkham again! The psychological shadow of the Security Department is enough to build another building! Then things get more... Complicated. He discovered that I was Red Robin (the process is omitted, summary: this person does not respect martial ethics). So: Gotham Citizen: "Look! President Drake and the head of the Lomitz family are robbing Red Robin!" Me (President Drake): "Mr. Lomiz, this is a confidential business document, please keep your distance." (Inwardly: The bug hidden in his sleeve touched my hand!) Me (Red Robin): "Stay away from me, Lomitz! You're in my way..." (Before he finished speaking, he took out a silver table knife and pierced the shoulder of the mercenary next to him who wanted to sneak attack) Angel (smiling at the mercenary): "The first rule of dining etiquette: don't interrupt when others are on a date." (Turns to me:) "Dear, what did you mean by obstruction just now?" Me: "..." (System. Exe has stopped responding) His "pursuit" methods can be written into the Arkham textbook: Gifts: From a stuffed raven with a camera attached ("a work of art!"), To all the clothes in my safe house being replaced with his "hand-selected" couture collection (in taste…a little better than mine, just a little bit!). Language Arts: Pretending that I didn't understand Portuguese, I told a South American drug lord, "Isn't my wife pretty?" After being exposed by the translator, I argued, "That's a code for action!" (Dick laughed for a whole week). Flirting words: "Tim, your eyes are the blue ocean of logic... It's a pity that I'm good at drowning." Even more difficult to guard against than Damian's knife. But I have to admit... A little bit: When he stood in front of me and got shot (the bullet wasn't even meant for me! What a showman!), The blood splattered like a twisted flower on his white shirt... My damn dopamine and adrenaline were literally malfunctioning. After he noticed that I drank black coffee like a pill, the Drake papers he delivered every day contained a small packet of sugar cubes. And that snowy day, he was sitting on the bench in the ruins of the old house, wrapped in that damn wolfskin cloak... It was like the only moment when wildness and disguise merged into one. My heart beat for maybe... A little... A thousandth of a second. Just a moment! So now my situation is: Facing the media: "We are not dating." (In my mind: Oh my god, he just used my tie to wipe off the blood stains! The photo will definitely make the headlines tomorrow!) Confronting Batman: "He's under control, I promise. For now." (In mind: As long as he doesn't lure a League of Assassin hunter team to my apartment as a "surprise gift"!) Faced with Angel V. Lomiz himself: "Lomiz, delete the surveillance! Don't touch my coffee machine! Stay away from my closet! And - explain why you have a sketch of me sleeping?!" (The voice may have a broken voice) Final advice: What if you met a man with long platinum blond hair and a smile like an angel in Gotham and said, "Let's make Gotham better together"? Run! He is not an angel. He's a disaster with Italian bubble bullet casings, a prickly piranha disguised as a lily, a... (Editing: Angel sent a new message: "Dear, your coffee cup is empty, do you need me to refill it? (The coordinates seem to be outside your office window)") ——This is the current situation of my life. "Don't touch porcelain by yellow-haired passers-by", but obviously, the Lomiz family's car has run over me. [Early Warning/Demining]: The author is a real cook, so I may inadvertently favor Tim. I will self-check and avoid stepping on the original character's behavior. If there is any offense, please point it out patiently (bow). OOC warning, many private devices cp: Angel V. Lomiz (original oc) & Timothy Jackson Drake (DC third generation Robin) Two strong forces, attacking each other OC is a madman, chaotic and neutral. His three views do not represent the author's three views. He will be punished for the bad things he has done. There is no aura of the protagonist. The Tim in this article is not as stupid as the copywriter writes (the copywriting is a bit fraudulent), but it is a small mention from the p52 period. This article is not a cookie and is not easy to eat. I hope you understand. Purpose: Mutual redemption