Sherlock Holmes is a Big Brother [Comprehensive British and American]

My name is Bruce Wayne, a playboy, the richest man in Gotham, and the president of Wayne Group.The unknown identity is Batman, Gotham's vigilante.

I've been a cover girl for twelve months, taller than Stark, with no receding hairline tendencies.The person who most wants to marry in the United States ranks first, and Stark is sure to win.

My parents died when I was very young in a car accident.The perpetrator was not sentenced and escaped the punishment of the law.When I heard the verdict, I was very angry and powerless, but there was nothing I could do, because no matter how high and powerful I was, I couldn't break the law.Because Gotham needs legal constraints, very much.

Forgive me for saying so many irrelevant things, but these are my true stories.

Late night in Gotham is a carnival for criminals.Crime accompanies death, and it happens all the time.

In an attempt to maintain my playboy image, and of course to relieve the stress of a recent feud with Rachel, I drank three bottles of vodka and passed out on the side of the road.My eyelids are heavy, I never thought that the alcohol content would be so high that now my mind is dizzy and I can't wake up at all.

"Sir, do you need help?" A little girl in a blue Nordic court dress passed by and extended a helping hand to me.

"Do you... know who I am?" I drunkenly struggled to my feet and sat down against the wall.

"Yeah, Bruce Wayne, President of the Wayne Group, Playboy, and B..." She spoke slowly out of my long list of titles, pausing on the last word.

"What?" I asked, I'm pretty sure I wasn't in the right shape, because she pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and wiped my face.The handkerchiefs were exquisite, silk prints with pink lace trims, and they were clearly custom-made, after all, few people would like such pink handkerchiefs.

"Nothing—and besides, Mr. Wayne, I'm underage," she said gravely.

I stopped holding the hem of her clothes, and then moved away guiltily.

"Honey, you're so cute, aren't you?" I said half-jokingly, and there was an imperceptible exhaustion in my words-I was tired of working hard for a better Gotham, and I hoped for a more stable and peaceful life Life. "I thought... After all, I'm the president of the Wayne Group, you know, Playboy, they always call it that."

"Don't you like it?" she asked.

"Of course not," I suddenly had a desire to say everything, but rationality made me swallow the words that had come to my lips. "Excuse me, what are you asking?"

She smiled and didn't go into it further.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wayne." She blinked. "It's twelve twenty. If you insist on thinking that Gotham's night is safe, you can stay here."

She handed me a handful of guns and walked away without looking back.I can only choose to lie on my side in a corner because the side effects of alcohol have appeared, and I am now so exhausted that I don't even have the strength to move my fingers.

"Master, do I think I interrupted your friendly communication?" Alfred drove the Rolls-Royce Phantom sports car, and slowly stopped on the side of the road beside me.

"Alfred,"

"What's the matter, master?"

"Did you do it on purpose?"

"Yes." Ah Fu admitted quickly, he seemed to be in a good mood.

At the banquet, the well-dressed men and women chatted mediocrely.I walked slowly into the hall, holding a goblet full of champagne in my hand.I maintained my usual smile, hugged this month's cover girl with my left hand, and walked on the red carpet with a happy face.

To my surprise, I saw a familiar stranger.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Lucius." She held out her hand to Lucius, and they shook hands. "My next Christina Steele came to discuss cooperation on behalf of the Stark Group." She said so.

I froze in place in bewilderment.

underage?Negotiating a contract?

Stark exploited child labor?

"Miss Steele has done something like this at such a young age, it's amazing." Lucius said a few words politely.

"No, I came in through the back door." Christina tilted her head and showed a formulaic smile.

"A high-achieving Oxford student who came in through the back door? I don't believe it, Miss Steele, you are too modest." Lucius exaggeratedly exclaimed, but Christina didn't respond, but her smile was a little dim, as if remembering something bad .

"You're too much, I'm not talented." She waved her hand and pursed her lips into a line.

"Nice to meet you, sweetheart." I pretended to be doing nothing and walked over. Lucius gave me a blank look from an angle Christina couldn't see.

Don't take it too far.

He lip-synced me, and I nodded with a smile.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne," she said. "Aren't you afraid of an uninvited visitor?"

Shots rang out, accompanied by screams from the crowd.

"Joker!"

Here comes the clown.

The author has something to say:

Daily travel begging for collection 233!

I've been really busy recently, and I found that the most fatal point is that I don't have a good understanding of Chou Ye and V Palace.

Suggestions welcome,

Really, I feel a bit OOC

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Ugly no thanks hahaha