[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

Can you make cookies?

October is an unusual month, Brussie thought deeply, because this month she actually came to Wayne Building to check in twice.

The floor of the corridor was shiny, and she was holding a stack of documents that had been forced into her arms, and she walked unswervingly towards the president's office.

There are still people beeping in the ear.

"Did you see the last battle in New York?" The newly recruited pilot Hal Jordan quickly caught up with Brucey. He stood in front of Brucey and raised his hand handsomely to brush his hair.

Brucey glanced sideways at him and nodded noncommittally.

"What do you think of Green Lantern?" He put a fist on his lips with one hand, his brown eyes were full of smiles, "Are you so handsome?"

With a handsome posture and a perfect angle, Hal is extremely confident, and it is worthwhile for him to fiddle with the bathroom for more than half an hour before coming to work.

Finally Barry clutched his stomach and broke in and threw him out.

Brucey stopped and turned to Hal, folded her arms: "It's impressive."

"His green laser lights flashed into my eyes."

Hal: "..."

Hal Jordan, who joined the Justice League "buy one get one free" bundle as a Green Lantern, walked into Wayne Air through the back door and became one of President Wayne's special plane pilots.

Otherwise, relying on his great name and heroic deeds that have been widely circulated in Wayne Air, the submitted resume will be destined to go to the shredder as soon as it is opened.

Hal was wearing that brown bomber jacket, which was eye-catching just because of his figure and face.At this time, he turned his face slightly, with a straight nose on his handsome face.

From getting out of the car to taking the elevator, Hal followed her all the way, racking his brains to make up a weak excuse to explain his irregular and long-term disappearance.

He said that he went to be a volunteer with the spirit of selfless dedication, but he still didn't get paid.

From his point of view, Gotham Sweetheart seems to believe it.

That said, the Green Lantern Corps isn't bad even.

Compared with Dick, a flower in the Gotham Police Department, and the cute Barry in the Central Police Department, Hal, the policeman, looks pitiful.

Brucey stopped by a door and raised her hand to check the time: "So you're absent from work in front of me, you're already an hour late."

Hal spread his hands and laughed: "Aren't I at work now, President Wayne?"

Seeing this, Brucie smiled back, and she leaned against the door frame and knocked on the office door.

"Who told there was only one President Wayne?"

The door opened.

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Through the open door, Bruce in suit and tie smiled at Hal.

Satisfied, Bruce turned and left.

Not a while after sitting down, an unexpected guest, Clark Kent, also broke into her office.

After the division in charge was changed again, he quickly put his original dream of unifying the entertainment headlines behind him, regained his strength, and buried himself in his new job with high spirits.

Work is getting better and better, getting better and better, interviewing and digging news at work, and fierce pen battles with the media controlled by Lex Luthor in his spare time.

With a cloak off from get off work, Superman made his debut and beat the villain.

Brucey's pleasure after getting up every morning is to take a copy of the Daily Planet, and watch Clarke's cheerfulness in the Super English column.

She realized once again that Clark Kent is really a talent.

This may reveal a truth that frustration in love indicates success in the workplace.

Of course, if your boss happens to be an ex-girlfriend, the situation will probably be enchanted by Schrödinger.

Clark rushed in like a whirlwind. He rushed to the desk and subconsciously raised his voice: "Big news!"

"Luthor is going to run for president!"

During the movement, the press card hanging around his neck was thrown to the back.

Watching the excited Clark, Brucey raised her hand to reassure him: "Don't worry, I got the news."

"Don't worry, he won't get a vote from me." Her face was careless, but her tone was firm.

This sentence seems to be saying, don't worry, he will never get what he wants.

Clark heard it, and he blinked, wisely not asking.He reached out and grabbed the lanyard of the press card, and returned to his chest.

He stood there awkwardly, as if about to say something.

Brucey paused for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Didn't you say you went back to Kansas last time, how is Martha, how is her foot injury recovering?"

"It's still a little swollen, but she can move around on the ground. She's in a good mood."

A few days ago, when Clark invited Brucie to dinner, Martha went to the dilapidated cellar to collect Jonathan's belongings, but she accidentally stepped on the air and hurt herself.

Clark, who heard everything, hurried back. For Superman, he himself was the means of transportation.

Clark only stayed for one night before being driven back to Metropolis by Martha, with an extra item in his pocket.

His adoptive mother said: "It's nothing, it will be fine in a few days, don't delay work."

"Besides, you still have important things to solve."

On the other side, the Green Lantern who was forced to stay stared at Bruce bitterly.

"When will Brucey have a brother?" Green Lantern's eyes widened in disbelief, "Or Gotham Knight Batman?"

Under Batman's deliberate guidance, Green Lantern mistook him for the legendary Gotham Knight.

Batman never lied.

Bruce has sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes, and his beautifully shaped lips are tightly pursed. He just slightly hides some key information.

Let's say he's a Gotham Knight from another world.But in another way of thinking, the world has merged, and there is nothing wrong with saying that he is the Gotham Knight here.

Brucey, on the other hand, doesn't seem to want to reveal her identity.

He succinctly recounted the major events that took place on Earth before the return of Green Lantern, including the details of the pending esper control bill, and several alien invasions.

Green Lantern knows this, he interjected: "Yes, you are Green Lantern in front of you, so next time you encounter this situation, please call a professional to deal with it."

He completely forgot how miserable he was when he was thrown down from the sky.

Batman was unmoved, and he continued calmly: "Recently, there has been a suicide by throwing himself into the sea, and it is initially suspected to be the influence of mind control."

"Perhaps because of your absence, Seaside City seems to be more unscrupulous."

This is something Green Lantern doesn't know.

"What? Tell me in detail?"

He straightened his back all of a sudden, frowned and said, "Don't tell me you didn't find anything."

Batman gave him a nonchalant glance, fingers flying across the keyboard as the victim's profile was displayed on the screen.

Most of them are inconspicuous bottom of the society, have the habit of drinking, live in no fixed place, mainly homeless, and most of the cases happen at night when no one is around.

Those invisible people on the fringes of society.

On weekdays, it is difficult for people to detect their tracks.It also means that no one even realizes when they disappear, and the police are pretty unresponsive.

Even if they happen to happen, they will subconsciously think that they are unable to bear the pressure of life and commit suicide.

"The enemy is cunning."

"The method he used was very subtle, and it seemed to be the power of the mysterious side. When we noticed the abnormality, we stopped and covered up our whereabouts."

"Okay," Hal scratched his hair, frowning and staring at the screen, copying the information with the lamp ring. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"Anyway, it means nothing." He paced anxiously in the office.

He twitched his lips: "Wait, I'll check and find out."

"As for Brucey," he turned his head and glared at Batman, "don't reveal your secret identity to her, I don't want her to get involved."

Hal thinks he's figured out why the Wayne Corporation is funding the Justice League, and insists Brussie doesn't know.

Bruce said calmly: "Of course." After all, she already knew.

Brucey is ordering the little reporter.

She was carrying the teapot to a cup of tea when there was a hasty knock on the door.Brucey knocked on the button beside the table, and the luxurious and heavy door moved away automatically.

Mr. Jordan came in.

"...Uh, Brucie, I'm here to ask for leave." Hal Jordan said with a dry smile, holding his messy brown hair.

Brucey took a sip of the black tea, expressionless.

Hal's smile faded away.

"Cough, that, I, uh, my cat is gone, it's been with me for a long time, I'm worried about it." Hal was a little incoherent, and he wanted to swallow this terrible excuse back to his stomach with annoyance.

Barry must have gnawed on his brain while he was sleeping!

There was uncontrollable suffocated laughter from the side, and Hal gave Clark a sneaky look.

Meringue immediately manages his expressions well, trying his best to put on an elite appearance.

In fact, Superman is the best at saving cats.

Hal Jordan ran out in a hurry, found a hidden place, put on a green light ring and hurried back to Seaside City, enjoying the paid vacation treatment.

Because from Brucey's expression, she really wanted to take out a dismissal notice and throw it in Hal's face in the next second.

She wanted to ask Bruce what happened, or what Bruce did.

Brucey's intuition was right.

After successfully solving a big | trouble, Bruce Wayne buried himself in his official duties, sitting upright, very solemn, as if Batman had put on a suit and disguised himself as Baby Bruce.

The data on the computer screen is still flickering, and the Arabic numerals are jumping rapidly.Bruce dropped out of a chat interface and sent a message solemnly.

Bruce: Jason, I remember you making cookies.

The opposite party quickly gave an affirmative answer, with a smug expression at the end of the sentence.Judging from the culinary hell he is in, he is indeed entitled to be proud.

Great, Bruce thought, that takes care of the first step.With a solemn expression, he calmly continued tapping the keys.

Bruce: So do you teach people how to make cookies?

Jason: ...Like you?

Bruce: Hmm.

There was a long silence on the other side, so long that Bruce suspected that Damian was fighting Jason again.

After a long time, the other party sent a word.

Jason: I can't teach you, please leave!

Then Bruce found himself blocked.

The exclusive office of the two has been specially modified, which means that the interlayer of the wall contains lead.Superman's vision is blocked, and he doesn't know what the hell is going on with Green Lantern and Batman.

But he didn't care, but asked curiously: "Don't you deduct his salary?"

"No, because he is poor and will soon go to sleep on the street."

"Also, why don't you leave yet." Brucey looked at him, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"Your behavior will misunderstand my employees, understand?" Her voice rose dangerously.

Clark woke up immediately.

He relayed that he had made some creative desserts and wanted to ask Brucie to try them.

For good reason—"I'm going to make high-end desserts part-time, but the only rich people around me are you. Come on, Brucey."

Clark had done various part-time jobs before, but none of them lasted long. After all, he always disappeared from time to time.

Brucey: "...I've been trying it for three days."

While it does taste good, she's starting to worry about her weight.

"Why don't you and Hal form a team to start a business." Brucey teased, "Make an integrated package of blowing up the plane and picking up the plane with bare hands."

Reasonable division of labor, common prosperity.

Clark: "..."

No, he refuses.

But Brucey didn't let him go.

"An alien works for the earthlings," Brucie stretched out an index finger with her left hand, and then stretched out another index finger with her right hand, moving side by side, "and an earthling working for the aliens .”

Brussie shook her head with a sigh: "Sorry, for a while, I couldn't tell which one was more proud."

Green Lantern: ...is offended.

Superman: ...has been connoted.

Clark replied firmly: "It should be the earthling. He not only wants to work for aliens, but also for earthlings!"

Brucey tilted her head: "You're right."

In order to prevent himself from being kicked out, he took out the objects Martha gave him and spread them out on the palm of his hand. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

It was an unknown piece of metal with a Superman logo on it, and said hesitantly, "I seem to have a base in the North Pole."

Clark, who worked hard to save money to buy a house, was in a trance.

He has a room.

The environment is quiet, the area is vast, and you can enjoy the high-end services of Krypton Technology. Except that the location is a bit remote and commuting is not convenient, everything is good.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

"Working hard in the metropolis for a year, the country boy likes to propose a new house"

The party said: Thank you, Dad, for your kindness~

New house get, missing a girlfriend.

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