American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Early in the morning, in the office of the Arkham Sanatorium, Schiller put down the book he was holding. Peter, who was carrying a schoolbag, stood at the door and knocked on the door. Schiller looked up and said, "Please come in."

"Doctor, I'm back." Peter seemed very excited. After he walked in, he took off the schoolbag on his shoulder, opened the zipper and started rummaging in the bag. After searching for a long time, he exclaimed: "Oh, in here!"

Saying that, he took a box out of his schoolbag. It was a square transparent box that contained an old-fashioned videotape, the kind used on a hand-cranked projector.

Peter handed the tape to Schiller, scratched his head, and said a little embarrassedly, "I think you'll like this."

Schiller took the tape with a smile and said, "I'm more curious than a gift, how was your trip to Hollywood this time?"

Peter showed a weird expression, two eyebrows one high and one low forming a step, and the eyes were bigger and smaller, which made Schiller see the most common funny expression of Spider-Man in the comics.

Peter sighed and said, "That's a long story."

"No hurry, we can talk while watching old movies," Schiller said as he unwrapped the old-fashioned videotape.

Peter looked at the old-fashioned videotape that was dismantled and said, "This thing is an old antique. Shouldn't modern projectors be able to use this kind of videotape?"

"You should know, who has a projector that can put this thing on..."

The morning light began to get brighter and brighter, past morning, noon, and into the drowsy afternoon.

With a "click," Steve bent over and broke the stand of the old-fashioned projector over, then pointed to the window.

Stark scolded and walked to the window and closed the curtains. Schiller sat on one side of the sofa and touched a glass with Connors on the single sofa next to him. Natasha lowered her head and played with a golden statuette. souvenir.

"I said, besides this old antique, who else would like to play this kind of antique film on such a tattered machine?"

After Stark said this, everyone in the room looked up and stared at him. Stark froze for a moment and said, "Am I the only one who doesn't want to watch it?"

"Please, when I have time, why don't I create something new for human civilization?"

Stark sat down on the sofa while talking in his mouth. Steve, who was standing behind the sofa, flipped the button of the projector. As the black and white image was projected on the wall in front of him, Steve also came over, Sit on the sofa.

Accompanied by the brisk jazz in the movies of the last century, in Schiller's vision, the objects in the room began to fade, the surface of the fabric sofa became smooth little by little, and the luster of the leather sofa spread from one corner until it covered the entire sofa.

The stand of the table lamp is raised, the retro pattern on the glass lampshade climbs up like a vine, the old wood grain spreads on the alloy window frame, the sunlight shining in from the window turns from dazzling to dim, and the moment the sun falls below the horizon , the knock on the door sounded.

Standing outside was Bruce, Schiller put down his pen, stood up, looked at him and said, "Is your trip to Hollywood over?"

Bruce pursed his lips, his expression seemed a little weird, and Schiller said, "What's wrong? Selena doesn't feel comfortable?"

"She's very adaptable." Bruce's tone was a little low, but there was a hint of complexity.

"It seems that you are not used to it?"

Bruce didn't speak, took out a beautifully packaged wooden box from the bag in his hand, handed it to Schiller and said, "...souvenir, professor."

Schiller took the box, saw the old-fashioned videotape inside, and said, "How do you know there's an old-fashioned projector in my estate? . . . Oh, well, that's a silly question."

With a click, Harvey twisted the projector stand upright, then pointed the head to the wall, Victor put down his wine glass and leaned on the back of the soft leather sofa, Gordon was lighting a cigar for Schiller, and then he took the Light a cigar and exhale a puff of smoke.

Bruce squinted on the side sofa, looking sleepy, like a bat napping in a cave.

The upbeat tunes of the orchestra begin to drown as the button of the projector is flipped and the film is projected on the wall, the percussion and drums are added, the engine of the sports car is roaring and the wind is whistling.

"Wow!!" Selena got out of the seat belt and stretched her upper body to the outside of the convertible door. Bruce, who was driving, quickly pulled her back and sighed.

This was the thirtieth time he sighed on this stretch, Selena put her arm on the door, chewed bubblegum with her head up, she blew a bubble, turned to Bruce and said, "Honestly, you put your mask on. When I took it off, it really shocked me, you are Wayne."

"I thought you already guessed it."

"I knew you were rich, but I didn't expect you to be so rich." Selena put her finger on her temple and said while chewing bubble gum, "But you said you were going to take me to Hollywood and let me make a movie, isn't that a bit of a stretch? too absurd?"

Selena pretended to be relaxed and said, "I also went to the cinema and watched the movie before. I think I look similar to the female stars in those shots, but..."

Her tone became a little hesitant again: "Okay, I admit, I'm just a girl born in a slum, and I haven't seen any big scenes since I was born. If there are so many cameras facing me, I might shiver with fear. ."

"I just wanted to get you something to do." Bruce turned the wheel, turned a corner, and said, "As long as you don't steal, no one will question your place on the set because I'm here for the whole movie. Investing in..."

Selena first glanced at the rapidly reversing scenery outside the car window, then blinked her big eyes at Bruce, and said, "You are so kind to me."

Bruce's hand holding the steering wheel stiffened for a moment, and Selena observed his reaction and leaned her body on his side deliberately, saying, "You're nervous too? This is really strange."

"Even if I haven't experienced the life of a rich man like you, I also know that you should have many female companions. Is this the same when you face them?"

Bruce turned his head away from the posted Selena, slowed down, and said, "Hollywood is here... look over there."

Following Bruce's line of sight, Selena saw that on the green hillside in the distance, a line of huge white letters appeared - "HOLLYWOOD".

At this time, behind the letters, a round of sun is slowly sinking into the horizon, the clouds in the sky are accelerating and changing, sinking into the night, and dawn again. Gwen, who was next to him, put on a blanket, pointed to the row of letters, and said, "Look, we're here."

Gwen's smiling face was particularly bright in the morning light, and Peter was almost stunned. Seeing Peter's dull expression, Gwen laughed and said, "Do you know how red your face is?"

Peter turned his head unnaturally, then rubbed his face with his hands, and then lifted the hair on his forehead with both hands, staring directly at the morning light, at the white letters on the hillside.

"I heard that this was originally a billboard built by a real estate developer to promote his residence."

"But now, the copyright of this thing should belong to the city government of Los Angeles." Gwen stroked his long hair on his temples and said, "The reason why I want to travel to Hollywood is because I saw this advertisement in a movie when I was a child. card, at that time I fantasized about changing it to my own name."

"You want to make your name so big and put it on the hillside?" Peter stared at Gwen, as if he didn't know her.

Gwen laughed out of breath, patted Peter on the shoulder with one hand, and said, "I was like this when I was a child, and my dad was very supportive of me. He made a few identical white letters out of cardboard and put them on the I'm so happy on my windowsill, seriously, don't you want to?"

Gwen put one hand on Peter's shoulder, stretched out one hand, pointed to the billboard and said, "As soon as people come down this driveway, they can see your name, and many people Will be like us, deliberately stop to take pictures..."

"Wait!" Peter turned back. "Speaking of parking...isn't parking allowed here???"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several uniformed traffic police coming from there, driving away the tourists who were parking here. Gwen grabbed Peter and said, "Get in the car! I don't want to pay a fine!"

The two hurriedly opened the door and got into the car. Peter started the car and stepped on the accelerator. He heard the screams of the fine for the slow person behind him. The two looked at each other and laughed brilliantly.

The car looked very small on the long road. At the end of the sky, the light was blocked by the clouds and dimmed. With a "pop", a ticket was attached to the side of the convertible.

Bruce put one hand outside the car door, holding a stack of dollars in his hand, and a cigarette in the other hand. Selena took the cigarette from her mouth and leaned over to light a cigarette for Bruce.

The traffic policeman squeezed the extra rich dollar in his hand and smiled at Bruce: "You can watch it as long as you want, sir, and I wish you a good trip."

Bruce didn't even look at him, he just held the cigarette in one hand, looking straight at the smoke and the sunset on the horizon, he said, "Now you can watch as long as you want."

Selena pushed open the car door, walked to the side of the road, stretched and yawned again~www.NovelMTL.com~ Facing the light of the dusk, she narrowed her eyes and said, "I didn't expect that, And a day when I can be in the same place with the protagonists of those movies..."

A coat was thrown out of the car and fell on Selena. She looked back at Bruce who was still sitting in the driver's seat and said, "You're good anywhere, especially if you have money..."

Selena turned around, propped the door with her arms, leaned her upper body back into the car, and said: "But I always feel that the Bruce Wayne I read in the newspapers is not like this, they say you have a bunch of friends, like Nonsense, still a prodigal son in love, all women fall for you..."

"But why do I think you can't let go at all, you're always nervous, and..." Selena opened the car door and sat back in, then put it on Bruce, blowing into his ear with a smile and said: " ...and a little shy?"

Looking at Bruce's instantly stiff neck, Selena blinked and said, "You are such a mystery, I think you are more like a ball of yarn than a bat, my sir."

"Isn't that just right?" Bruce looked back at her, and when those blue eyes looked like Selena, they were clearer than the west coast sky.

"You happen to be a cat, my lady."