[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

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The trial ended in a resounding victory for Prosecutor Harvey, who tried his best to escape the law.

When he was taken away, his face was paler than paper.

"Believe me, the crimes he committed are enough for him to spend three lifetimes in prison." After the trial, Harvey sorted out the documents and said while looking up, "There is no way to bribe bail."

"Nice job, Harvey." Brussie admired, she folded her hands and rested her chin. "I'm tired of those villains, no matter what heinous crimes they commit, they always end up with impunity."

"And no matter how long it takes, I love the finale where good triumphs over evil."

She is like a great critic: "The classics never go out of style."

The two people I met at the university are old friends, and they quickly got to know each other because of their similar ideas.Harvey, who was in the law department at that time, aspired to become a prosecutor to punish rape and eradicate evil.Brussie took a keen interest in supporting his campaign.

After tidying up and summarizing, Harvey straightened up, straightened his neckline, and walked towards Brucey.

He clenched his fist to his lips: "Cough, Brucey, do you have time at night, how about having a meal together?"

"Last time at Stark's banquet, you left early before I came to say hello to you."

Brucey raised her eyebrows, bent her knuckles and tapped on the table: "How about... definitely next time."

Harvey spread his hands helplessly and shrugged: "Please, you said the same thing last time. Can't you save me some face?"

Brucey chuckled: "Who made us so familiar."

"Well, what about tossing a coin?" Harvey said briskly, taking out a simple coin from his pocket.He flips the coin, showing Brucie heads and tails.

The front is cast with a human face.

"Your lucky coin again?"

"Of course." Harvey pinched a coin with his fingers, threw it upwards, quickly grasped it the moment it landed, and then covered it on the back of his hand.

"Guess which side is facing up." He tilted his head to indicate, "Ladies first."

Brussie pretended to think for a while: "...the opposite?"

The hand moved away, and the end of the human face was revealed.

"Come on, pretty lady, it seems God's will." He smiled brilliantly, and opened the office door for Brucey in a gentlemanly manner.

Half an hour later, the Astoria Tower Hotel.

Chandeliers cast a soft glow from the intricately detailed ceiling.

"I still remember the scene when I met you after the banquet a year ago." Brucey looked at him tilting her chin with one hand, with a smile on her lips, "I just returned to Gotham at that time."

It was the banquet of Falcone, the boss who controls Gotham's underground world.The first thing Brucey planned to do when she returned to Gotham.

In Gotham, everyone knew that Falcone had committed countless crimes, but no one dared to testify in court.

——Anyone who dares to stand up is dead.

That night, Harvey lay alone in the underground garage, copying the license plate numbers of the celebrities who attended the banquet, tirelessly looking for evidence that could bring down Falcone.

The banquet hall is brightly lit, and celebrities are chatting and laughing happily, while the underground garage is deserted and lonely.

"I knew a long time ago that you are trustworthy." Brucey lowered her eyes and said softly.

Harvey has brilliant blond hair, deep and three-dimensional facial features, and a handsome appearance. Under his chest, there is always a righteous and fiery heart beating, and his eyes are full of unyielding spirit.

"How early?" Harvey asked with interest.

Brucey glanced up at him.

"But it was really hot that day." Harvey laughed loudly, and he put the menu in his hand on the table, "I was taught a lesson by Falcone's men halfway through."

The two who had been separated for many years reunited in an unexpected way.

Well, one was beaten, and the other happened to hit the scene of being beaten.

"To be honest, it's a bit embarrassing to think about it now." The righteous little prosecutor who stepped forward was beaten a bit badly, and it was Brucey who drove him to the hospital in the end.

"Come on," Brucie shook her head, "you were so heroic."

"But I have to justify myself, and I'm actually very good at it." Harvey was sincere, and he was defeated by Brucey's questioning gaze, and changed his words, "...well, it's just like The Dark Knight almost."

The little prosecutor with a bruised nose and a swollen face collapsed on the passenger seat. He tried his best to grin but his wound was affected, and he hissed in pain: "Someone has to do these things."

"Brussy, you can go to the banquet with peace of mind."

Then Gordon and Harvey wait until The Dark Knight.

After Brucey returned to Gotham and secretly cracked down on the illegal forces using banks to launder money through the Wayne Group, the "business" of the gangsters was frequently hindered.

Taking advantage of the lack of money laundering, the secret base full of cash was found.

How to put it, fortunately, the two are determined.The mountain of wealth made of US dollars was doused with gasoline, and flames swept through the room, and the stolen money was swallowed by the sea of ​​​​fire and burned up.

"In short, thanks to our dark knight." Harvey concluded.

Compared with the little prosecutor who sneaked in to collect evidence and was beaten up a year ago, he is now famous.

"No matter how difficult the process was, Falcone and Maroni were finally punished."

A year ago, after going through various difficulties and obstacles, the three of them joined hands to send the two big bosses to the prison for serious offenders, which shocked the entire Gotham.

Everyone realized that Gotham had really changed.

Unbeknownst to Harvey, the one sitting in front of him listening to him was the mysterious dark knight.Although Brucey seems to have always held a prejudice against that mysterious figure.

"It seems that you still have a very high opinion of that dark knight." She said, carelessly forking a piece of veal steak, the watch on her slender left wrist flickered under the light, "Honestly, you haven't even seen What he really looks like."

"Don't you think he brought Gotham from cop movies to horror movies?" She wrinkled her nose.

"Since he appeared, there have been more and more lunatics in Gotham." Brucey said gloomily.

"Don't be like this, Brucey." Harvey was puzzled by Brucey's attitude, but as a loyal fanboy, he dutifully took care of his idol.

"In the face of all this, he stood up."

"Please. I have also prosecuted so many criminals. The number of cases tried in Gotham this year has increased tenfold compared to last year." Harvey looked at her innocently, "Do you really think it is caused by the conscientious and conscious judicial officers who work overtime consciously?" Is there a surge in crime?"

Brucey laughed, she threw the knife to the side of the plate: "Of course not, you saved Gotham from criminals."

"This is precisely the proof of your success."

This is Gotham, where crime thrives in the dark, and they expose, strike, deter, and exterminate.

"You're right, the world is the same, and there are aliens flying all over the sky next door."

The metropolis has a red cape, and New York is even worse. Those who didn't know it thought it opened the visa-free channel for space residents.

"Aren't you afraid that one day he will be above the law?"

"Prosecution is about evidence, ma'am." Harvey raised his tone and waved his finger in front of her. "Imagination is not counting."

Brussy blinked: "Then what's our bright knight's opinion?"

And then he really had a great opinion: "Gotham is a crumbling rotten shell, it cracked, and then the knight from the darkness let the light in."

Brucey stared at him for a while, the other's figure reflected in her cobalt blue eyes.After a pause, she said, "Wow, just hearing this, I thought you were confessing to him."

With her hands on the table, she leaned forward slightly and said, "I wonder if you are the dark knight."

"If I were, I would never hide from you." Harvey winked at her, smiling with white teeth.

It has to be said that as friends, they have quite a wide range of topics.

Then the topic once brought up the group of distant relatives of Bruce Wayne—yes, it was the fake identity that Brucey gave Bruce and the others, anyway, they knew that they were related by blood.

Brucey commented fairly on Grayson who just joined the job: "He is a good guy, and his skills are also good."

Of course, the face is not bad, and the figure is as perfect as his face.

While chatting happily, the waiter came over suddenly. He was pushing a small dining cart, but there was a pot of unknown flowers blooming brilliantly on the dining cart, as bright as if soaked in a dye pool.

The rich fragrance of flowers lingered in the air, and the tip of Brucey's nose moved.

"A lady with red hair told me to give it to this lady."

Brucey covered her forehead and leaned her head against the back of the chair, obviously very helpless: "It's Ivy again."

Poison Ivy, formerly known as Pamela Eisley, is a female student at Gotham University. Due to forced illegal experiments, she gained the ability to manipulate plants, and later fell into confusion and madness, and developed a serious self-awareness disorder.

The crazy idea of ​​exterminating humans to protect plants emerged.

However, with the monitoring system of Gotham, Brucey noticed in time that she used the identity of Bruce Wayne to approach the other party, and found a psychiatrist named Harley Quizell.

Works well.

According to the standards of secular society, Ivy is now a successful person in the general sense.

He is currently an expert at the Gotham Endangered Plant Breeding Center and serves as the president of the Gotham Horticultural Association.As a radical environmentalist, he conducts campaigns and speeches on a daily basis, persuading people to love plants.

By the way, the vice president is Swamp Thing, and the honorary president and patron is Bruce Wayne.

Before she left Gotham, Ivy was very close to her, and now she sends flowers every now and then.

"Brucie," Harvey said seriously, with a serious face, "I think you have to apply for habeas corpus."

"Flowers are the reproductive organs of plants."

Brucey: "...I don't think it's necessary." She receives flowers every day, although most of the quantifiers are bouquets, not pots.

Harvey shook his head and said nervously, "But would you consider yourself a plant?"

A normal person would not consider himself a plant.

But the Poison Ivy will.

Wait, it seems that there are still some plants that are monoecious.

With reason and evidence, she was persuaded.

Brussie glanced across the bunch of flowers on the table, and jokingly said, "...then I'm going to sue her for sexual||harassment|harassment."

"There is a prosecutor in front of you, welcome to consult." Harvey introduced himself handsomely, and changed the subject, "I heard that you just broke up with your boyfriend."

Brucey was noncommittal.

He suddenly thought of something, and said, "Wayne Manor is probably on Gotham's territory."

Brucey responded lazily: "Of course, Mr. Prosecutor, the whole of Gotham is under your protection."

Harvey stared at her, only a table away between them: "So, do you accept my protection?"

Under the soft light, the world is beautiful.

Before Brussie could speak, the phone suddenly vibrated interrupted their conversation.

It's Thalia's message.

Based on the experience of being cheated in a row, Brucey's first reaction was that Thalia was going to make trouble again.

She stood up hurriedly: "Sorry Harvey, I really have to go."

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The progress of the strategy continues to increase... Beep, the reading is interrupted.

Brussie Babe pulls out Batman: Sweetheart, someone more like you is here.

Dickie flutters its wings: It's not fair, it's all rainbow farts, but you are so double-standard!

Speaking of poison ivy pollen...cough