Timothy rubbed the top of Colt's head, running his fingers through his long hair, kissed the edge of his ear, murmured, "This is just the beginning; we will be very, very happy in the future."
"Tim, I want to get a haircut," Colt said suddenly.
He turned to look at Timothy, his eyes sparkling with anticipation for the future: "I don't like long hair, but Dad's haircutting skills are limited to buzz cuts and crew cuts; if he uses scissors, it turns into a mess. I want a new hairstyle, like yours."
Timothy suggested enthusiastically, "How about hiring my private hairstylist?"
Colt nodded: "I also want to go out and play."
Timothy made a plan: "Sure, we can get our hair done tomorrow morning, then head to the theme park in the afternoon. Or would you rather go to the mall?"
I want to go to all of them.
Colt had far too many things he wanted to experience.
"No problem. We'll go straight to Venus's shop; Wayne is just downstairs. If we leave early, we can get our hair done without a full salon treatment and be finished in an hour, then head downstairs to shop. For lunch, we can try the extensive buffet, in the afternoon, we'll head to the Superhero Theme Park in Grant Park." Timothy began drafting the itinerary.
The parent-teacher meeting went very smoothly.
Colt and Timothy signed a large number of gift agreements.
Even though the two were not engaged, their parents already treated them as a single unit.
Janet handed Colt an envelope containing a bank vault key. "There are some pieces of jewelry inside that can be kept as a collection, or turned into brooches and tie clips. They should have been given to you when you got married, but I'm not sure if you two will be able to wait until we return to get married.."
Jack also gave Colt a bunch of expensive bonds and a fully paid-for cruise ship, for the same reason as Janet.
When they were alone that night, Colt bragged to Timothy, "I think I'm very popular with elders. Your parents didn't like me at first, but after seeing me twice, they sent me cars, jewelry, a cruise ship."
Tim smiled without saying a word, checking the equity change statement he had just received.
Colt thought he was sad, so he patted his head and comforted him, "Don't be sad, I'll share the cruise with you."
“You're too cute, Colt,” Timothy said with a laugh as he picked Colt up. “I'm not jealous, I'm certainly not sad. It's because they realized you're the 'bride,' and the jewelry and the cruise ship are all gifts for the 'bride'!”
Colt had a different focus, his eyes lighting up as he asked, "Why didn't they realize it before? Is it because I look very manly?"
Timothy suppressed a laugh. "Because I misled them when they had just been resurrected; once they see you, they will naturally discover the truth."
Oh, so it's still your broken window theory—make them prepare for the worst first, then give them a surprise," Colt hummed. "Cunning Little Red Bird, you even use schemes on your parents.
“The results were fantastic, weren't they?” Timothy said proudly. “They were very satisfied, so were we.”
Colt was actually very satisfied as well.
Welcome, Timothy. It's rare that you bring a friend along.. Wow, why didn't you tell me your friend was so dazzling? She's practically a muse sent from God..
On the twelfth floor of Wayne Mall, in a top-tier private styling studio, a hairstylist held his heart, looking at Colt with an exaggerated expression.
Colt had not yet developed the habit of greeting strangers; his gaze drifted past the other person's ear piercing, nose piercing, lip piercing, finally landing on the cluster of bamboo in the corner.
It was real bamboo, it was growing quite well.
He is my muse." Timothy leaned down and kissed Colt's lips, "Reed, Colt Reed, he needs a new hairstyle.
Venus was the private stylist for the Wayne family. She had been styling Bruce for ten years and had never leaked any of the Wayne family's secrets; Timothy also habitually sought her out whenever he had a need.
“You, you guys..” Venus shuddered and quickly closed the shop door, "Thank goodness you notified me in advance so I could give the employees the day off. My God, does Bruce know you're queer?"
"Of course." Timothy pushed Colt into the private Wayne lounge.
You shouldn't have told me. I won't dare drink anymore; what if I accidentally leak your secrets after a few drinks.. The President's child is queer, the media will go wild.
It doesn't matter. No matter how much the media goes wild, Bruce's approval rating won't drop because of Tim's sexual orientation." Colt pushed up his Holographic Glasses. "I want the whole world to know that Tim is mine.
"The honor is mine." Timothy leaned forward, letting Colt support his hand as he rose from the wheelchair into the barber chair in front of the mirror.
The poor hairstylist opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Could Young Master Drake, who holds great power over Wayne Enterprises, also be seduced by beauty and become a love-struck fool? Could this beauty be some new hormone-controlling entity that emerged after Poison Ivy's death? Wait, which Little Reed is this? Could it be *that* Little Reed?
"Little Reed from Little Reed Medical!" the hairstylist blurted out.
"Yeah." Colt was curious about everything; he tapped his toes against the floor to spin the chair, touched the strangely shaped scissors, then picked up a comb to comb through the wig sitting on the table.
Timothy used a remote to turn on the large screen on the wall, switched it to the hairstyle section, asked Colt which hairstyle he liked.
They seemed to exist in a world of their own, making it difficult for anyone else to intrude.
The hairstylist showed a relieved expression. His clients were all top-tier billionaires and powerful elites, so his information was naturally quite well-informed. In his memory, Little Reed Medical had only been established for a short time, yet it had become the world's largest pharmaceutical company by relying on powerful medical equipment and various excellent original drugs. The hospital established in cooperation with Wayne was also the world's top center for rare disease treatment.
It is said that the young master of Little Reed Medical is a sickly genius, the original drugs and medical equipment like treatment pods in the company are all products of his own research and development. For such a brilliant genius who possesses such strong willpower despite his physical frailty, it is only natural that Drake would be attracted to him.
Chapter 76
The haircutting process was very pleasant.
Venus adhered to professional ethics; she cut the hair exactly as the customers requested. Throughout the process, she said nothing more than to compliment how well the two of them matched. Once finished, she presented them with the highest grade of black diamond membership cards and business cards, indicating that she could provide home services next time.
The two took a private elevator downstairs. The short-haired youth in the mirror looked somewhat unfamiliar, but he looked refreshed and bright.
Colt touched the cool back of his neck, very satisfied with his new hairstyle, though it was far too expensive.
A textured crop haircut actually costs twenty thousand dollars!
“If you want to add coloring and perming, it usually costs forty thousand.” The cold numbers coming from Timothy's warm mouth were truly just numbers to him.
"I'll just cut it myself from now on." Colt felt the sting of the cost, even if his money was practically falling from the sky.
Venus is quite skilled, most importantly, he can keep a secret; even the fallen hair is destroyed immediately." Timothy touched Colt's soft hair, "Money needs to circulate to create value. I have more money than I can spend; want to help me spend some?
The two of them began to raid the mall.
Colt wasn't interested in luxury goods; he was mainly enjoying the fun of physical shopping. The feeling of being able to pick up whatever he saw was simply fantastic.
Not far behind them, several figures were peeking out, holding up their phones and using their cameras to spy on them.
A young man with a strand of white hair peeking out from under his hood muttered, "Birdie is actually pinching Colt's ear. With so many people watching, can't he show a little restraint?"
What do you mean, pinching ears? She was clearly helping her boyfriend get a piercing," the blonde girl in the mask let out a low, swooning cry. "Tim got his ears pierced a long time ago; they must be trying to wear matching couple earrings!
Timothy suddenly looked back.
Jason pressed Stephanie's head down behind the greenery and warned, "Keep it down, Blondie."
Are you from a newspaper or a TV station?" A reporter carrying a large cannon-lens camera approached the two, lowering his voice. "Can you confirm if the youth beside Prince Wayne is his boyfriend?
The two looked at each other.
Jason shook his head. "We're from the Iceberg Daily, they are classmates."
Stephanie nodded. "We're independent media creators; they're a couple."
The two of them looked at each other again.
Jason nodded. "We're in new media, they're a couple."
Stephanie shook her head. "We're from the Iceberg Daily, they're classmates."
The two glared at each other at the same time: FUCK, can you two have some chemistry!
I found out. The one in the wheelchair is the young master of Little Reed Medical. Wayne Enterprises released an announcement regarding changes in shareholding this morning; Little Reed holds a 10% stake on the list of shareholders, Little Drake also gained an additional 10%." A young reporter leaned in, seeing the two unfamiliar faces. "Newcomers? From which agency?
“Iceberg Daily and some self-media outlets.” The veteran reporter frowned. "Which Iceberg Daily? I've never heard of it."
That Iceberg from the Iceberg Club—our boss wants to start an online intelligence center and is using his own brothers as a test case." Jason's gaze remained fixed on the young couple in the shop as he explained nonchalantly, "Pass on a message: our boss has a monopoly on news regarding Drake's romance. If you don't want Red Hood knocking on your window in the middle of the night, keep those photos well hidden so they don't accidentally leak out.
"Quick, they're moving locations." Stephanie ran first.
Jason glanced at several reporters who wanted to follow, then moved with the group.
The young reporter nudged his senior. "Are we following them or not?"
The old reporter shook his head, his eyes flashing with suspicion. "That Hooded Man just now—didn't you find him familiar?"
He said he was from the Iceberg Club, so I didn't dare look twice.
I bet that was Jason Wayne.
The second prince of the Wayne family? As expected of a tough guy from Crime Alley, he's actually using his own brother as a sacrificial lamb for the sake of his mistress!
Shut up, what Crime Alley? That's Garden Street! And where did this 'mistress' come from? They are clearly business partners! He can say things like 'sacrificing a brother,' but you can't. He was warning us not to meddle!" The old reporter said earnestly, "Kid, times have changed. It's not just Gotham that belongs to Wayne anymore; the whole world belongs to Wayne.
So we're not following them?
No, of course we're following, we're following Jason Wayne too." The old reporter gritted his teeth. "It'll be perfect for a livestream tonight when Red Hood starts banging on the windows; it's all good traffic.
Jason tripped and almost walked into the wall, but fortunately, Cassandra, who had followed silently, grabbed him.
Stephanie let out a mocking laugh: "Uh-huh, Wayne's second prince, are you so high and mighty that you've forgotten how to walk normally?"
Jason rolled his eyes: He couldn't understand why, in the eyes of the Gothamites in the New World Project, Red Hood was seen as traffic rather than a deterrent!
Cassandra patted Jason's shoulder, slipped into the Superhero Theme Park merchandise shop, picked up a Red Hood action figure that was displayed on a shelf next to Batman. The concept of the Red Hood as an anti-hero had become deeply ingrained in people's minds; only criminals were afraid of the Red Hood, while ordinary people saw him as a source of traffic.
Gotham is now a major tourist destination. Countless tourists flock to check in at Wayne Enterprise headquarters, Garden Street, Arkham, the Bat-Signal.. People form groups and head out in the early hours of the morning, hoping for a chance encounter with Batman. The whole world is shipping Bat and Bruce, some people even crown Batman with the title of "Number One Husband" online!
Outside two shelves.
Colt touched the sapphire stud in his ear.
Your hands are dirty, be careful not to infect the wound." Timothy gently patted his hand away and leaned down to inspect his ear. "Is it itchy or does it hurt?
Colt took the opportunity to grab his collar, "Someone is following us."
Timothy nodded, "I know."
"I'm not talking about those reporters, I mean this." Colt made a flapping motion with both hands.
I know." Timothy continued nodding. "There are only three right now; in another half hour, everyone will be here. If Bruce didn't have an international conference, he would be in there too.
Colt understood; this was a classic Bat Family stalking scene.
He tilted his head slightly, leaning closer to Timothy, raised his phone as if taking a selfie, but in reality, he was checking in with the three little birds behind them.
"People will see through the forced angle. If you want to fish, you have to be willing to use bait." Timothy said with a light laugh as he kissed Colt.
A suppressed scream from Stephanie rang out from behind, followed by Jason's muffled, cursing low whispers.
Timothy grabbed Colt's hand, steadied his phone, snapped a photo of the several heads peeking out from behind the shelves.
The following crowd is growing.