[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

get out of my gotham

Brucey withdrew her hand: "...Tony, don't you think it's crowded here?"

Tony looked around and saw that there was no one around, giving the two protagonists of the party a space to be alone.

He spread his hands and shrugged, half-jokingly replied: "You mean Cupid is watching us from the roof?"

No cupids, just dicky birds.Dick, who hadn't warmed up yet, shrank silently.

Brucey hooked the corners of her lips inexplicably: "Maybe some wild bird accidentally landed on it, I hope you can fly carefully and don't fall."

As soon as the words came out, Dick was sure that Brussie had noticed, so he stepped back decisively, and the whole process was silent.Although speaking from the positions of the two below, there is absolutely no possibility of being discovered.

Tony didn't understand, so he said, "You mean you climbed up to the roof with your hands and feet and couldn't get down?" In the end, it was Uncle Thomas who climbed up and carried Brucey down.

It's just that Brucey cried miserably on Thomas' shoulder, and Tony felt a little guilty when he mentioned it.

That year, Brussie was six years old, and Tony, who was idle and flustered and making troubles, followed her at once.

Brussie glared at him, swept away the alienated and indifferent attitude just now, and returned to the way she used to get along.

"However, you're right." He rested his chin with one hand and stroked the sexy stubble with his fingertips: "It's full of pink bubbles."

"You know," he blinked, "love."

Mr. Expert seems to know a lot, and he can speak clearly about any theory.

Brussie looked away, a bit speechless: "No, the air is full of embarrassment."

Tony froze: ...

Brucey sighed, showing pity: "Also, watch less romantic dramas, it's not good for your brain."

Both of them fell silent, and Brucey went to sit on the couch and looked into the distance.Tony pulled another recliner, lay on it with his head resting on his arms, snapped his fingers, and the slightly dimly lit open air suddenly brightened like day.

He tilted his head to look at Brucey, focusing on her eyes.

Brussie noticed Tony's observing gaze, and she gave a brief introduction.

"The invisible eye is made of special materials, and a control processor is built into it, which is connected to the central computer. It is expected to share data and issue instructions."

As the words fell, an arc-shaped virtual light screen with a faint blue light appeared beside her at the right time, and it was played out for a while and then retracted.

"It's just a beta version." It's currently only functionally equivalent to a laptop.

"At best, it's very concealable." It's transparent, as thin as a cicada's wing, and it's almost impossible to be found.

This is the inspiration she got from the urban construction system. After the successful construction of the data model, she invested a lot of research and development funds in this attempt.

The original idea was actually to manufacture special equipment that could be manipulated by thinking, but there was no suitable material as a carrier, so it was a pity that it could only settle for the next best thing.

"Genius idea." Tony admired.

"But you've done your duty, Mr. Knight."

With the Hulk's head, I can figure out who else it could be for, Gotham.It really put Gotham under the nose and monitored around the clock.

"It's time, it's time to go back." Brucey glanced at the time.

Tony raised his eyebrows: "Wait, don't you still remember that Charlie in the hall?"

"It's Richard." Brucie corrected, looking at the persevering Tony, she could only say, "He's useful."

"What's the use?" Tony replied unconvinced, "If you stand in the hall and put the vases, it's really useful."

"Catch the cat." Brucey showed an enigmatic smile.

Catch the bird and catch the cat.

Invite the Batman hiding in the dark to show up, otherwise it would be in vain to make her high-profile appearance.

She found a bat monitor near Arkham, and another near Wayne Manor, who were also investigating her.Brucie, who came to this conclusion, did not startle the snake, and happened to be coming to New York, so she set up a trick.

The other party is slippery, has first-class hidden methods, and is very familiar with her behavior patterns.At first, Brussie thought it was a temptation caused by her identity exposure, until the evidence of Afu's intermittent memory fragments, and the appearance of Grayson provided stronger proof.

She really wanted to find out whether the sudden dormancy of the system was related to this.

"No cans of gold and red set off fireworks in the Gotham night sky today, right?"

Secretly prodding Tony, who wanted to go shopping in Gotham: "I don't know...well, you won again."

"The fireworks show has been cancelled." He snapped his fingers again.

"Then, Tony, see you next time." She brushed up her hair that had been blown away by the night, greeted her friends, and then lifted her skirt and returned to the hall.

Tony Stark leaned on the carved guardrail, with his hands in his pockets, watching him leave.

"See you next time."

One sentence represents reconciliation as before, which is the tacit code word of the two who grew up.

Dick, who was making excuses to go out, appeared and was surrounded again, only not by lovely ladies, but by polite gentlemen who tried to find out about Brucey.

The prince who rescued him was Brucie, the Gotham prince who didn't ride a white horse, but she drove a private jet.

"Come on, Dickie, I'll take you to enjoy the night view of New York." Brucey put his arms around Dick's shoulders and led him outside, "The night is beautiful, it would be a pity not to see it."

Dick, who was uneasy in his heart, didn't realize that appreciating the night scene is such an appreciating method until he stepped on the helicopter, going directly to the sky and standing shoulder to shoulder with the stars.

Just go for a drive.

"Dickie, put on your seatbelt—"

Before she finished speaking, Brucie's expression suddenly changed, but in a blink of an eye, she smiled again as if she had an illusion. She took her hands off the joystick, took out the mirror and took a look.

"Dickie, do you like watching movies?" Brucey snapped the small mirror shut, and suddenly leaned over and whispered.

Too close, Dick thought.Rarely, he was a little overwhelmed, and his fingers on his knees curled up unconsciously.

The warm breath sprayed behind the ear, itching, with a bit of crisp | numb feeling.

"Uh, okay, okay." Dick was flattered and stammered.

He didn't dare to think about whether the tips of his ears were obviously red.

"Very well, how about I show you a Batman vs. Superman?"

Dick immediately noticed something was wrong, but before he could make a sound, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness.He tilted his head and slumped limply on the seat.

Brucey withdrew her hand expressionlessly.

A tiny anesthetic needle was held between his fingers, and it shone coldly.An ingenious recess hides beneath the silver handle of the mirror.

"Afu, how's the situation?"

Damn, why is Superman in Gotham?

The butler's voice came from the communicator: "Mr. Todd has been invited to Wayne Manor."

"Superman is completely out of control, and things are not going well."

Brucey was filled with a sharp breath.

"Send over the scene."

Seven days ago, some memories popped up in Ah Fu's mind one after another.

In the beginning, it was subtle things that were wrong. For example, Ah Fu sometimes forgot about the observatory at Wayne Manor, thinking that the owner of the manor had adopted several lovely children.But at the time he just thought he was getting confused by his age, or worried too much about Brucey's emotional state.

Then slowly some titles began to pop into his mind, those slightly strange names, Batman, Robin... chewing on names that he had never heard of in reality, but made him feel familiar and warm from the bottom of his heart.

The night Batman was captured, the newly emerged memory was connected from dots to lines.

He knew that the black lacquer with a pair of pointed ears and a cape was called Batman, and he was active in Gotham all year round.Batman's assistants are called Robin, and the oldest one is called Nightwing.Memory told Ah Fu that he was very familiar with them.

In my memory, their faces are blurred, as if blocked by a layer of frosted glass, and they can't see clearly, and they don't know their real bodies.

Until the day Brucey met Grayson at the bar.Alfred "remembered" that Nightwing's name was Dick Grayson.That call was just to remind her to pay attention to text messages.

After confirming that it wasn't memory instillation, Brucey had a not-so-good idea.

Who else could be regarded as family members by Ah Fu subconsciously?

Bruce Wayne.

In addition, the other party is so familiar with him.

It's just that she didn't expect him to bring Superman, she thought it was just a contest between the two.What's more, she didn't expect Mr. Situation to trust Superman so much.

This was her negligence, Brucey pursed her lips, a piece of important information was missing, and the inertia of her thinking affected her judgment.

Thinking of Clark Kent made her face even darker. What the hell is that small town boy messing with?With such a strong curiosity, why don't you change your career and go to a publishing house to edit the world's unsolved mysteries?

Mr. Peer also inspected the Arkham Asylum without authorization, which was a crazy move.Is there no Arkham in Gotham in another world?

The optical simulation camouflage system is turned on, perfectly blending with the night.And she drove the optically camouflaged helicopter almost at rocket speed.

Like an invisible meteor dragging its tail, it flew towards Gotham not far away.

The plane drove over the Gotham Bridge, and Brucey, who was fully armed, jumped out of the plane, spread out the hang glider in mid-air and broke through the air.

The helicopter automatically activated the remote control and flew towards the manor.

The amount of the special anesthetic ensures that the passengers on board can sleep for a day and a night.

The Gotham Bridge spans across the bay, connecting Gotham and the metropolis. It is magnificent and runs through Changhong, like a galaxy that has landed. The foundation funded by the Wayne Group is regularly repaired and refurbished.

At least it was like that half an hour ago.

Now the Gotham Bridge has been destroyed beyond recognition and is in a mess. The bridge body was broken into several pieces by the battle, and the booms fell in pieces, looking miserable.

A Gothic chapel next to it also suffered a catastrophe, collapsed like a house demolished.

The characteristic of Gothic architecture is that it is too pointed, extending as far as possible to the sky, full of light and tall feeling of soaring.Therefore, the walls are mostly hollow and have a unique mechanical system.Rely on vaults and square columns, as well as flying buttresses and buttresses to support the overall weight.

When the external structure was destroyed, it collapsed very quickly, leaving only a struggling wall.The stained glass in the rose window fell to the ground and shattered everywhere.

Superman, driven into madness, has been subdued.

Superman, who was attacked by kryptonite, smashed his face on the pier, creating a deep pit with it as the center, cracking the floor, and spreading around in a spider web.

The man in the bat suit lifted the slate in front of him, stood up with the support of his arms, and held a sharp kryptonite in his right hand.When the chapel collapsed, it formed a triangular space, protecting him without any danger.

Batman didn't expect Superman to suddenly go insane, as happened with Killer Croc.At the time of the incident, Superman was dutifully seeing through the interior of Arkham and reporting relevant information, but he lost control halfway through without warning.

The incident happened suddenly, and he was caught off guard.

Fortunately, there were no casualties. Their location was on the edge of Gotham, and the citizens of Gotham, who had experienced many battles, saw that the situation was wrong and slipped away.

The GCPD was blocked in the periphery, and the blue and red police lights flashed alternately. The relevant people went to the metropolis overnight to negotiate compensation.

I don't know who the one in black is, but that red cape is too familiar.

The destructive power is also quite amazing.

That's probably what it means to be a disaster.Who knew that secretly peeping at Arkham could instantly carry a war damage bill that would not be cleared in ten lifetimes.

The gray Batman looked like a wild cat stretching out its sharp claws. Most of his cloak was torn, and one of his pointed ears was broken. He was dirty and extremely vigilant.It seems to have rolled three times in the dirt, knocked down the shelf, and overturned the Lego blocks that others have worked so hard to build.

Do you know what the nightmare of an infrastructure madman is?

This is the picture in front of me.

Like the Lego bricks you worked so hard to build are broken.

Batman and Superman do this perfectly, holding hands and tap-dancing over Brucey's baseline.

Brucey rushed over and threw a punch.

After finally stopping Superman from being attacked again, Batman dodged sideways, shot a hook and jumped over, and subconsciously threw a few bat darts carrying blasters, which stuck on the wall of the church.

The dangerous red light flickered for a moment, and there was another "boom", and the last wall that was barely supported collapsed.

Batman pounced and hadn't stood still, and the other party's angry warning came.

It was the grumpy purr of an invaded cat: "Get the hell out of my Gotham!"

The author has something to say:

Cat fights:

Brucey: Tentatively reaching out to jiojio

Brucey: Whoops, watch—

Bruce: Meow, watch-

Brucey: Claws out, pounce—

BRUCEY: Claw out, pounce—

Meow Mew bites into a ball and rolls into a ball.

PS: There are a lot of classes, and I found it a bit rushed to finish the code at [-] o'clock, so I will update it at [-] o'clock in the evening.Guarantee daily update, raise your claws and swear.jpg