[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

meringue shattered dreams

The roaring first-level urgent task caught the two of them by surprise.

Driven by the desire to survive, Superman and Nightwing scramble to save themselves.As soon as they got in touch with Brucey, the two chatted like peas pouring out of a bamboo tube.

The little reporter swallowed, and shrank his neck under Brucey's glance: "Anyway, anyway, that's it."

"It hasn't been published yet, it really hasn't been published!" He remedied frantically.

Dick also nodded crazily: "Yes, that's right, I just happened to be brave once, so don't thank me."

Although he didn't save Superman, he even put himself in it.

The atmosphere of silence was spreading, and Brucey on the opposite side was expressionless, as if wrapped in a mass of black air that seemed to be substantial.

The two heroes next to each other trembled.

"I see." A calm voice sounded from the other end of the video, and she said decisively, "Retract the manuscript first, and I will arrange it later."

As soon as the voice fell, the screen suddenly went out.

The two black heads that got together moved away from the screen, looked at each other, and looked at each other.

"Think of the good, Superman." Dick pulled out a file and patted him on the shoulder sympathetically. "The world is so big, you are definitely not the most unlucky one."

He took out a can of beer from the locker on his desk: "Uh, would you like some?"

Clark covered his face weakly.

Bruce Wayne moved fairly quickly.

The best way to overshadow a big story is to throw another big story just right so that the former can be branded as distrustful in the public mind.

As a result, the newspapers and media affiliated to Wayne received notices of imminent retraction, and before they had time to wonder, they were immediately bombarded by another major news.

Brucie will host a charity dinner tonight to celebrate her long-distance cousin's abducted child.

Brucey spoke on stage: "Wayne Group will increase its sponsorship to the Lost Children Fund and cooperate with GCPD to help more families find their lost children."

She thanked an unknown rich oil businessman, pointing out that this kind-hearted man helped reunite his father and son, and at the same time advised the media not to listen to the wind and rain, and start making up a photo when they see it, and do whatever it takes to get traffic.

Look at the two Mr. Wayne who are almost printed out of the same mold. How could they be children of other people's family?

Clark, huddled among the reporters, was as quiet as a chicken.

Under the spotlight, a certain distant cousin Bruce Wayne smiled brightly. The handsome man with black hair and blue eyes stole half of Miss Wayne's limelight, causing low exclamations from the reporters.

Beside him was a short boy with black hair and green eyes, who was dressed like a gentleman, but his face was filled with displeasure.

Brucey gestured with her eyes, and Damian reluctantly pulled Bruce's cuff in front of the camera, and called out stiffly: "Father."

Although it was agreed in advance, the expression should be innocent and cute, and the tone should be soft and waxy, enough to arouse the maternal love of all the ladies present.

But considering that the main character is a demon cub, he's good enough for not drawing a knife and slashing people-even if his cute appearance has already made this project go straight to the passing line.

That's okay, they still have a killer weapon - the beautiful Brucie Babe.

Baby Brucey was very cooperative, he gently hugged Damian: "My child."

Clark suddenly realized that he had to take a firm stand in order to save his impression points, so he scribbled in his shorthand: "As we all know, a child has only one biological father..."

The two good brothers gathered in front of the TV in the manor laughed happily.

All journalists are satisfied, and the sales of print media and the ratings of TV news have increased significantly.

The onlookers were also very satisfied, and talked about the life of the wealthy in private.

Most people accept the big happy ending well, but a few people obviously prefer bloody excitement——

"At first glance, I almost thought he was Bruce Wayne's long-lost biological brother."

"How is it impossible? Isn't this gentleman's son also lost, maybe he also..."

"Am I the only one who really thinks the kid is Bruce Wayne's illegitimate child? And that Bruce Wayne is just a cover-up."

"But he looks like he's ten years old at the youngest! That's impossible."

"Nothing is impossible. Ten years ago, Bruce Wayne was fourteen."

Obviously, the illegitimate child argument is still very popular, and a few of them have put forward different opinions——

"Compared with this child, I suspect that Bruce Wayne is the illegitimate son of old Mr. Wayne. They look too much alike."

... Strange rumors have increased.

But it's just a small group of people's delusion, no one takes it seriously.

By the way, the lost boy Damian became famous.

"Father!" He was so angry that he couldn't hold back his indifferent expression, his face flushed red.He clenched his fists beside him, like a cat with its tail trampled on.

Before Bruce could smooth his hair, Miss Brucey came slowly.

"Come here and borrow Damian."

"Come on, the protagonist of the dinner party, you still have an interview. By the way, what do you want?" Brucey came over and touched his head, and led the child away, "Kitten or puppy?"

According to Dick, Little D loves Fluffy very, very much.

"No, I don't want it. But if you insist on buying it, why waste time choosing one by one."

"Okay, I see, it's all right."

Looking at Brucey's back, Bruce, holding champagne, narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about the whole thing.

What does Talia want to do?

warn?The provocation of the oath of sovereignty?Or just forcing "Bruce Wayne" to appear in public?

Then he had to temporarily put away his Batman thinking, and use Baby Bruce's signature smile to deal with all kinds of "friendly people" who came to test him.

Taking care of everything, Brussie happily tosses Mr. Wayne to the press.She went back to the base and called up information on the new architect of Wayne Tower.

A thin, brown-haired man appeared on it.He has a pale face, a typical Caucasian appearance, and is quite handsome. His cold gray eyes are hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses. He wears a shirt, a vest, and a gray checked suit. He always carries a black umbrella with him.

"Douglas Gallente," she said softly.

There is nothing special about her life, it belongs to the standard genius-like life trajectory, and Brucey has already investigated it.

Gallente is a genius in mind and has won many international architectural awards. He usually lives in a small port town in England, where Gallente's old house is located.

It was the beach again, Brucey closed her eyes and tapped the table lightly.

Gotham was created by the Wayne family.And Gallente's ancestor, that prestigious architect was once invited to participate in the construction of a certain area of ​​Gotham City, and some ancient buildings still have traces of Gallente.

This is also the reason why Brussy first selected him from a pile of submitted resumes after the Venn Tower was rebuilt.

The Gallente family has never moved out of the old English house, and this ancient family is shrouded in a tinge of mystery.Mr. Douglas Gallente was the last of that ancient family.

According to Thalia's intelligence, this Mr. Gallente is related to the Arkham family that perished due to family mental illness 100 years ago.

The only evidence that the family ever existed is Arkham Asylum.

Mr. Gallente Jr.'s unknown great-grandmother, the orphan girl who claimed to be adopted by the monastery, was actually the last person to bear the surname Arkham.

Now, he's the last one with Arkham's blood flowing.

Brucey crossed her hands, staring at the screen in thought.

*****

"So you've finally been sent back to the country to grow corn?" asked the rarely pleasant-looking Baby Bruce.

Holding a cup of coffee, he sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at the town boy with a relaxed posture.

The little reporter crouched on the opposite sofa dejectedly. He raised his face from his palms, shook his head in distress, and had to explain again that he was not fired.

"Oh, boring." A look of disappointment appeared on the man's handsome face, and he got up and left with a biscuit in his mouth.

In the end, under Clark's stunned gaze, he realized that it seemed not good to go straight, so he turned back and sent a heartfelt message:

"Good job, alien rescue dog."

It wasn't until the footsteps disappeared in the far end of the corridor that Clark suddenly turned his head to look at Dick, who was drowsy holding his laptop: "Did you see, this isn't Batman at all!"

Superman, he is also a partner with Batman.

——Although the two of them had a fight before cultivating a touching friendship, they smashed down the Gotham Bridge by the way.

"That's right, because that's Baby Bruce." It was Jason who answered him, and he came to see if Dick had died suddenly.

Jason briskly reminded: "Oh, a friendly reminder, don't leave your back to Batman."

The red hood of the mutant vigilante stared at the merry Mr. Meringue who had just debuted not long ago.

The returning Bruce was behind Clark, standing upright, with a standard Batman stance, and Clark almost floated up reflexively when he glanced away.

Batman picked up the delirious Dick without saying a word, and threw the snoring son on the sofa into the room like all fathers carry their sons.

Clark put his hands on his knees and sat upright.

Jason glanced at him up and down: "Very well, here comes the question, since you didn't pack your bags and go home, why don't you go to work now?"

"The headline of the entertainment edition is waiting for you to save it."

Clark cleared his throat and tugged at his tie uncomfortably.

"Actually, I'm in charge of the agriculture section now." The little reporter stammered, his shoulders slumped, "Well, I knew no one was interested in farming."

"No." Jason put down the magazine in his hand and sat upright, "Go on, I'm very interested."

His eyes fell on the local products that Clark brought, and the young reporter took the corn from his own farm as the research object.

Maybe it was planted by him himself.

Jason opened a packet of cornflakes and kindly gave Clark half.

Little curly hair has an unknown dream in his heart.That is, when the plane Brucey was on crashed, at the critical moment, Superman arrived in time and caught the light of Gotham with his body of steel.

But unfortunately, he debuted a bit late.After Brucie broke up with an unknown number of previous boyfriends, her plane no longer crashed inexplicably.

Can you believe it, it is said that the former boyfriend who does not know how many times is still a pilot!

Clark angrily stuffed a handful of cornflakes into his mouth.

The crackling sound of chewing corn chips is the sound of his dreams shattering.

He mumbled, "Brucie says this job change will help me restore my small-town boy nature."

Then, imitating her tone, Clark said, "Don't get mesmerized by the world of Metropolis, boy."

Jason fell into contemplation for a while before saying, "That sentence is true."

"But to my surprise, it came out of Bruce's mouth,"

It is very similar to the realist literature of the [-]th century in the United States. The innocent, simple, beautiful and beautiful country girl comes to the metropolis to find work and love, but loses herself under the attack of the rich.

Oh, he's not saying there's a naive girl living in Superman's heart, he just didn't expect Brucie to be partial to this one.

After "Sister Carrie", the American literary world may usher in a "Brother Kent".

Jason was earnest and seductive, with a bewitching tone in his tone, and a matching resentment on his face: "This is too much, why don't you resign?"

Clark looked at him sincerely: "Brucie tripled my salary."

"And sign an agreement to cover all Superman's war damage."

Jason once again clearly realized what it means to "as long as the money is in place, everything is easy to talk about."

The world is going downhill, and people's hearts are not old.Jason's keyboard was about to move, his face was expressionless.

Clark quickly looked around and lowered his voice mysteriously: "Damian is really..."

Jason emphasized: "It's Bruce's little boy."

"So it's really Brucie's?" Clarke's curly hair popped out again in frustration.

"Bruce." Jason had to repeat, "Please, tell me your super hearing isn't just for show."

The small town boy blinked: "But they are the same person."

"However, did he become a vigilante at such a young age?" He asked worriedly, "Is his name Robin?"

"Really? The three-month-old baby is flying all over the metropolis, why can't I?" Robin who happened to pass by had a dangerous tone.

"Who?" Clark asked stupidly, and he spoke righteously, "It's unscientific, a three-month-old baby can't crawl yet!"

Damian sneered with one hand on his hip: "Your son."

"By the way, it's still yours and Lex Luthor's." Damian delivered a fatal blow.

Jason nodded: "Yes, I can testify."

Science and technology are primary productive forces.

Clark, who was munching on cornflakes, choked and coughed earth-shatteringly, as if trying to cough out his lungs.

Meringue, almost becoming the first alien ever to choke to death on cornflakes from Earth.

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