《[Crossover US/UK] Has Drake Fallen Asleep?》Author: Sugar Water Loquat
Synopsis:
Colt can replicate the most precious things in someone's dream, but he can only bind to one person's dream.
He had his eyes on Drake, a classmate who was wealthy, handsome, had excellent grades; whatever he cherished most in his dreams would surely be worth a fortune.
Day One: Drake didn't sleep.
Day Two: Drake didn't sleep.
Day Three: Drake had a brief nap, Colt received a cup of hand-ground coffee.
..
Day N: Drake has fallen unconscious again and again and again, Colt received a dozen hand-ground coffees.
Colt: I'm going to report Wayne for child abuse!
While Colt was treating the golden finger like a coffee production line, Drake began producing all sorts of strange things.
Financial statements signed by Wayne, clues to serial murder cases, bomb detonators, missing fear gas.. even fresh, healthy spleens, a little Red Robin!
Red Robin: Want to date? Like, the marriage kind.
Colt..
Colt (with panda eyes): Has Drake gone to sleep? I can't sleep!!
Tim found that his classmate Colt was always stealing glances at him, his eyes seemingly asking: Have you rested well? Are you really not going to drop dead from exhaustion?
So, he did a little investigation into the other person.
Colt's coffee cup was his dream type, the coffee he brewed was his dream type, the coffee machine was his dream type..
First, Tim ruled out the possibility that Colt was an Arkham reserve.
Because,
Colt himself was also his dream partner.
Tim: I will be the first successful person in this family to walk down the aisle!
The entire Bat Family: Since when were you in a relationship?!
Tim (who hasn't even confessed yet, but is already thinking about marriage): In my dreams.
[Reading Guide:]
1. My own version of the assembled universe, sweet little dumplings, love for the whole Bat Family
2. The protagonist is a high-dimensional reader, in a special state of amnesia during the early stages, their dreams will be discovered and exploited by Detective Duck.
3. Three extra updates every Friday, six extra updates every Sunday, with irregular bonus updates.
Content Tags: DC/Marvel Fanfiction, Devoted Love, Sweet Story, Superheroes, Happy Ending
Protagonist's Perspective: Colt; Interaction: Drake; Supporting Characters: Bat Family
A one-sentence summary: I can't sleep!
Theme: Love makes life better
Chapter 1
Late August.
Gotham High auditorium, opening ceremony.
Timothy thought, 'Stephanie's breakfast milk shouldn't be poured on the carpet; it should be poured over that little demon's head.'
If Damian had milk poured over his head, he would let out a scream like a boiling kettle and wake Bruce.
Bruce woke up and came to attend the opening ceremony; because he had to serve not only as the student representative but also as the representative for the board of directors and the corporate sponsor, his brain suffered from oxygen deprivation from talking too much, causing him to experience hallucinations.
Timothy saw a Ghost.
Ghost emerged from the wall, drifting leisurely through the crowd, landed at Bruce Wayne's position. He opened a notebook, looked up at him, began writing something down.
He's coming for me!
Red Robin's radar went off.
Timothy remained composed, his tone steady as he looked down at the crowd below with an even gentler expression.
Ghost was very conspicuous, his color as pale as an albino, his entire body emitting a pearlescent white fluorescence that was more dazzling than a stage protagonist under a spotlight in the darkness, yet the people around him treated him as if he were nothing.
The principal leaned in to speak to the director, his arms passing through Ghost again and again.
Ghost showed no reaction to this, which meant he did not fear the presence of the living, or was simply used to, indifferent to, or dismissive of the phenomenon of overlapping with others.
The board of trustees' representative finished speaking, next was the turn of the corporate sponsor's representative.
Timothy did not step down from the stage; he merely paused to loosen his bowtie, his fingertips brushing against the understatedly luxurious sapphire lapel pin. He activated the built-in pinhole camera, adjusted his cuffs, administered a dose of the specialized stimulant hidden within his cufflink to himself.
Under the influence of the stimulant, his muddy mind became exceptionally clear.
Ghost did not disappear from below the stage.
Timothy's expression remained unchanged as he continued his speech.
Young Master Wayne didn't need a script; he could speak endlessly and with substance even with his eyes closed. For instance, his plan to expand the coverage of the Wayne Foundation, or how Wayne Enterprises would provide vocational skills training and corresponding job placements for students unable to pursue higher education.
Ghost listened intently, occasionally bowing his head to take notes.
Timothy finished his speech and walked down the stage with elegance and composure amidst the applause.
He did not return to his seat, but instead took out his phone to check it, then turned and walked toward Ghost, whose gaze had been following his every move.
Ghost had smooth, lustrous silver hair tied in a low ponytail at the back of his head. The bangs at his forehead were somewhat long, partially covering his full forehead and hanging at the sides of his ears, softening his exquisite features. His eyes were violet, his lips were a very vivid color, not due to albinism.
Timothy glanced again at Ghost's Adam's apple.
Male.
He meant Ghost's biological sex.
Timothy stopped in front of Ghost, leaning down to quietly ask the principal for leave while using his peripheral vision to observe the notebook Ghost had placed on his knees.
The content was not a transcript of a speech.
The left page was filled with complex equations, while the right half was an observation report.
[Timothy Jackson Drake
Height: 177
Appearance: Black hair, slicked back and well-groomed
185，205，246……】
Timothy narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling displeased.
His height is 178!
One centimeter matters a lot! He faked his health report at the end of last month, but he didn't fake the height part! His height has already caught up to Dick's, reaching 178! Because of this, Dick even snatched a small cookie from him!
And besides, being a vain dandy is not a good thing!
He washed his hair this morning and specifically used hair gel to style it! The makeup was to hide the dark circles under his eyes! If Wayne looked unwell, the media would make a huge deal out of it and affect the company's stock price!
Timothy grit his teeth inwardly, while maintaining an impeccable smile of apology on his face. Under the principal's tolerant and warm nod, he turned to leave, casting a subtle, imperceptible glance at Ghost before departing.
If we're talking about being "slick," Ghost was dressed like he had just stepped off a fashion runway, far more so than him.
Ghost wore elf-style hanging headphones and a loose white shirt with an open collar that offered a glimpse of a necklace underneath. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, he wore a bracelet on his left hand. Two buttons of his shirt were left unfastened, the dangling hem tied in a bow at his waist, paired with stacked trousers that covered his shoes and a model Arc Reactor hanging from his belt.
Iron Man merchandise!
Definitely not a Gothamite!
Timothy's footsteps grew heavier, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ghost rise and follow behind him, his pace quickening slightly.
Gotham is a very inclusive city.
There are cavemen, people from the future, aliens, gods, demigods, angels, demons, magicians, mutants, Killer Croc, Clayface, madmen, madmen, madmen.. Ghosts in Gotham are as ordinary as a grain of sand in the ocean.
Colt was a Ghost, the kind that hadn't died completely.
At first, he could only move within the network, gradually upgrading to being able to touch a few things, then evolving to be able to grow, needing to eat and sleep.
Recently, Colt obtained a special ability.
[Dream Station: Extract treasures from the dreams of others, but it can only be bound to one person.]
A very useless ability.
Even his own dreams are uncontrollable, let alone the dreams of others. If the treasure in the bound person's dream were a mountain of gold, it would be fine, but if the person's love was the Joker, then it would be disastrous.
Dream Station only restricts mailing people; it doesn't say anything about mailing the Joker.
The Joker doesn't count as a person.
To avoid drawing a Joker blind box, Colt carefully selected the targets for binding at the Dream Station.
Wayne, the Light of Gotham!
Of course, it's the smaller one.
The ship between Bruce and Batman was too successful; fearing he would be bound to the elder Wayne, Colt opened a blind box only to have Batman pop out.
The young master of Wayne, Timothy Drake, was smart, upright, handsome, wealthy. He was clearly an elegant gentleman who could even restrain *** in his dreams. Choosing him as a binding partner would minimize any uncontrollable factors.
Most importantly, Colt had seen Timothy doze off in class many times, some people on the campus forum even jokingly referred to Timothy as "Sleeping Beauty."
Yes, Colt and Timothy are classmates.
Thanks to Gotham's terrible household registration system, under the brilliance of American dollars, even though Colt had physically been turned into gas by the Joker's bomb, he was still alive in the eyes of the law.
Relying on a thirty-page medical explanation, Colt homeschooled himself and took exams online, successfully completing Gotham Elementary and Gotham Middle School. He moved on to Gotham High, if nothing unexpected happens, he will be able to attend Gotham University next year.