[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

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"Training goes to a special training room, and you are not allowed to draw a knife and be a lawn stylist."

Brussie wrung her fingers and told Damian, lest the bear boy would not be able to think about shaving the beautiful lawn in her manor into a killer.

She is very satisfied with the current landscape plan of the manor, and does not want to change to a new style for the time being.

Relevant information is kindly provided by good brother Jason.

In the face of destructive power, the two Mr. Wayne passed on from father to son, and there is a tendency to continue to develop into a family inheritance.

Damian sat patiently on the one-person sofa at the other end, with his right arm resting on the armrest to support his chin, crossing his legs and looking like a big guy.

"The school has been contacted, all the procedures are in place, and you can go to school the day after tomorrow." Brucey continued.

It wasn't that fast originally, but the process of things seemed to be tripled under the attack of huge sponsorship fees.All roads lead to Rome, and the bridge to success paved by the dollar has always been the most convenient.

"I'm Robin." Damian wrinkled his nose, his eyes widened, "and I've already got a Ph.D."

Never mentioning that before he came to this world, he was forced to go to school by his father.

"Coincidentally, I also have a Ph.D. Do you want to wake up your father and make up enough three people to play certificate match?"

"Besides, there are two ex-Robins here," she retorted slowly, and before Damian jumped up and wanted to slip away, she quickly pressed his small shoulders, "Didn't you see that they are all in their posts?" Is it glowing hot?"

"I've always been against child labor, and Gotham's labor laws were just revised this year." She pointed, "I'm a law-abiding capitalist with a conscience."

She glanced at Batman. "Of course, if he insists."

"But it's more like a shelter." Damian clicked his tongue, looked away, and pointed to Jason who was hopping around the room with a camera in his hand, "Since Todd broke his brain, why didn't he take him to the hospital ?”

Hearing this, Jason interjected lazily: "I'm collecting materials, devil bastard."

"Come on, have a laugh." He pressed the shutter and took a picture of the little devil with green eyes.

Damian's face looked ugly as if he had swallowed a fly.

"He's become a writer now." Brucey looked strange, remembering the drafts she had glanced at, and a smile unconsciously crept to the corner of her mouth, "I have to say, he is very talented."

In order to prevent an accidental contact physical conflict, Brussie had to bring the topic back on track.

"The last point," she said with a straight face, staring into the cub's eyes, "I will never go to a parent-teacher meeting."

"Whatever you want." Damian crossed his arms and raised his delicate chin, "Anyway, I've never been ranked below the first."

Brucey raised her eyebrows, heh, the brat is quite proud.This is quite similar to Thalia.

If you look closely at his facial contours, there is indeed some Thalia's exotic flavor mixed in, but the whole is more like Bruce.

Bruce fiddled with her hair.To be honest, she has a subtle feeling of being green in her heart.

"Bruce? Don't sleep yet."

She walked over and reached out to shake Baby Bruce, who was nestled on the sofa, "Get up, your son is waiting for you to speak."

A beautiful young man lay on a soft and comfortable luxurious sofa.The body's return to peak condition also keeps his appearance at the peak moment, and leading it out will definitely cause a lot of screams.

But when placed in front of Brucie, the sense of familiarity and freshness are lost at the same time due to the slight similarity.

Here comes the question, why doesn't she look in the mirror if she wants to see a beauty?

Bruce rubbed his eyes and twisted, his barely opened blue eyes fogged up, and unconsciously licked the corners of his mouth, looking innocent and cute.

The sofa cushions were tucked under the head, and the soft hair was draped between the foreheads. There was still a cushion in his arms, like a lazy and satisfied cat.

If this is a touchable cat movie, the producer will definitely make a lot of money.Bruce thought calmly.

Last night, Brussy dragged the cat-eared man who was accidentally recruited home, squeezed his chin and poured the potion.The potion is emerald green, shining emerald-like luster through the glass tube.That was the antidote prepared by her remote control Ah Fu.

But Damian at the scene suspected that the potion was not used to deal with poison ivy pollen, but to lift Batman's seal to release Baby Bruce.

Otherwise it is difficult to explain the current situation.

Drowsiness and drowsiness are definitely not side effects of medicine!

Damian maintained his expressionless and cold appearance, but his heart was like a cat scratching, and he kept glancing at his father from the corner of his eye.

He kind of misses Alfred the cat.Wayne here doesn't even keep animals!

"Huh?" Baby Brucey's eyes were sleepy, and the words in his throat were ambiguous, "Call me Brucey..."

He subconsciously showed a sweet smile, like a piece of toffee that exudes a sweet smell after peeling off the sugar coating, "Sweetheart, 5 minutes..."

He grabbed Brucey's hand, squeezed it tightly and rubbed it against his face, tilted his head and fell asleep again.

Brussie narrowed her eyes, then ruthlessly withdrew her hand.

Wake up, she has seen this kind of little boy's tricks a lot.

...But he couldn't hold back Rua's head.

The sun is pouring in warmly, and the gorgeous and complicated retro curtains are tied on both sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the chirping of birds is heard outside the windows, which is crisp and sweet.

Jason satisfactorily inspected the footage, which included various angles of Brucey's "heroic" babe, which put him in a good mood.

He put the camera on the table, leaned against the cupboard and filled the pot with hot tea, and turned to the infrastructure maniac.

The other party looked at the devil cub as if he was facing an enemy.

"Brucie, you don't have to worry too much." Jason's words caught her attention.

"Demon bastard, he has his own nanny." He said, waving to the door, "Hey, look this way, big blue bird."

With a folder under his arm and a cup of coffee in his hand, Dick, who was about to leave for work as he hurried through the corridor, turned around in confusion.

Brucey's eyes lit up.

Detective Grayson's office.

The big blue bird on the verge of collapse grabbed his hair and slumped on the armchair.Those clear light blue eyes were depressed, and the lively black hair was also listless.

He'd just cracked one of the periodic, deadpan, routine Gotham bank robberies.More precisely, it should be an attempted robbery.

Everyone in the current GCPD is talented and has experienced many battles.If Dick were to describe it, the difference in combat power between the two Gotham GCPDs is probably the difference between lv9 and lv99.

In the past few days, among his colleagues, he saw several familiar faces from the Arkham fan club.

His mood ranged from shock and complexity to calm and calm.

Anyway, after being a vigilante for so many years, relying on his proficient professional skills, Dick performed very well, and successively cracked the Gotham port arms smuggling case, bank robbery case, jewelry theft case and so on.

To let their Gordon know about these low-lethal cases and lovely colleagues, I'm afraid he will wake up laughing in his dreams.That was Dick's only thought right now.

The city of Gotham seems to be a succubus in the city, constantly attracting lunatics who love to destroy, but magically transforming them into success.

It cannot be denied that the situation is much better.The crime rate in Gotham is decreasing year by year, but the once too large base has become a stumbling block.

Constable Richard Grayson has been promoted to GCPD's rising star.

At this moment, the Planet Daily reporter in Gotham is conducting related interviews.

"So, Officer Grayson, do you have anything else to say about Gotham?" asked the little reporter with Clark Kent's name printed on his press card on his chest.

"I love Xiaohong." Dick repeated today's No.30 confession like a repeater.

As the proverb says, only when you lose can you know how to cherish.Is it still too late for him to train the craft of making coffee?

As the book says, if you want to grab a man, you must first grab his stomach.Maybe he can squeeze in time to sign up for a coffee training class?

Clark's words tore him out of his boundless thoughts, and his eyes wandered across the computer and folders in front of him and landed on Clark.

He clasped his hands together, his blue eyes looked earnestly at each other: "Please, Superman, can you help?"

The little reporter across the desk pressed down the recording pen and looked up from the shorthand notebook.The shorthand notebook was blank, and the mobile phone with the screen on beside the table was the reason, and the page on the mobile phone showed that the email was sent successfully.

Clark looked back with the same sincere eyes: "Sorry, this is not my field."

"But I can make your interview report more beautiful." The meringue was full of sympathy.

Dick leaned on the table and made a weak voice: "Superman, thank you."

The advantage of interviewing with acquaintances is that Clark can "polish and revise".Otherwise, just relying on the 31 sentences "I love Xiaohong" in the recorder as information, the irascible editor-in-chief Perry will kill him.

Thinking of this, the little reporter shuddered.

"I don't have any problem working two shifts during the day and night," Dick murmured, holding his face in his hands, poking the little tumbler in front of the desk once and for all. "The processing of documents is also temporary, and I'll be free when Xiaohong comes back."

"But I still have to watch the kids now!"

It took him a lot of effort to hand over little D to the school intact, and he still had to worry about whether he would get into trouble everywhere.

Clark handed him a tissue and wondered a little, did he have kids at such a young age?

Speaking of which, he happened to have an entertainment news article about children, which was temporarily assigned to him.

"Life may not be so bad." Clark said, he reached out and patted the shoulder of the self-proclaimed Superman fanboy, "Like..."

He was stuck, and it took him a long time to come up with a sentence: "The world is so big, you must not be the most unlucky one."

The vibration of the phone interrupted him.He picked up his phone and saw that it was the manuscript approval message sent by the editor-in-chief.

Dick looked over his head and was stunned, rather dumbfounded.

The main title in black and bold stands out—"The infatuated oil businessman made a high-profile appearance with his son, and the biological mother turned out to be her."

Below is the subtitle - "Spend a lot of money to buy land and build a country for true love, today's girl finally reveals the mystery."

"Oh, actually, I'm just looking at the pictures and writing the text. The photos were posted on purpose." Clark, who was still making a living on the entertainment page, handed over the phone, "Do you want to see the photos?"

"A lot of media have received it, and they are all catching up on the headlines. In another hour, the whole world will probably see it."

Dick withdrew his gaze, took the phone with a complicated heart, and asked, "Is this kind of title really good?"

Clark proudly puffed up his chest, showing his strong and broad figure at once. He pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Please don't doubt my excellent professionalism. This is the best way for the entertainment edition to grab the headlines! "

The small-town boy who has spent more than half a year on Planet Daily has already mastered hundreds of traffic-grabbing skills.

Suddenly he thought of Brucie, slumped his shoulders again, and sighed softly: "I think Krypton can change life."

For example, broken mirror and recirculation.Although he wouldn't be able to buy Wayne Manor if he sold him, he should be able to buy the nearest small apartment by saving up his money.

After all, the moon is the first to be close to the water.

Dick didn't speak, just staring at the screen.

"What's wrong with you?" Clark asked worriedly.Could it be that the pressure of raising a family is too great, dragging down the lively big boy?

Dick gripped the phone so hard it nearly crushed Clark's poor phone.

If he hasn't fallen to the point of going to the ophthalmology department, the protagonist is the lost child who was just found by the family.

The "big oil businessman" in traditional attire holds the hand of a kid who looks damned like Thalia.

Dick raised his head stiffly, his lips trembled, but he couldn't make a sound, his tongue seemed to be locked.

It's true that krypton can change lives, but fucking kryptonite is deadly!

The author has something to say:

Brucey: I feel green.

Bruce: Coincidentally, me too.