[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

President Qian: Your son is in my hands

Alfred's memories of another world welled up.

Like a ball of wool, grabbing a small end of thread that came out, Gulu Gulu spread out the whole ball of thread.

The meeting between Bruce and Brucey was the thread, and with a light tug, the mess of memories was sorted out.

Immediately afterwards, the battle came to an abrupt end with the intervention of external forces.

"I think you can sit down and have a good talk." The old butler who hurried over stood between the two of them. He turned sideways and spread his arms to signal the two people who were at war with each other to keep calm—the main target was Brucey.

The old housekeeper was worried about the children: "I know why your misunderstanding happened."

The only Ah Fu who has two world memories can be said to be the one who opened the God's perspective in the scene.

In view of the unusually firm attitude of the always gentle old man, the two Wayne picked up the unconscious big blue man and returned to the underground base along the secret passage.

"So," Brucey raised her voice, staring at the other party's white goggles, leaning forward slightly, showing dissatisfaction, "You suspect that there is an ulterior conspiracy in Arkham, and I am involved in it."

Batman straightened his back and said in a low voice, "You too."

Brucey was also suspicious of him.

Obviously, both parties are extremely self-aware, and so on as counterparts of peers.

Brucey moved her wrist, and it clicked.

Batman narrowed his eyes.

The butler in a straight tuxedo and a bow tie was standing by the table. He looked at the two sitting opposite each other with gentle and kind eyes, and had to repeat again:

"Physical conflict is prohibited."

"Personal attacks of any kind, including verbal attacks, are prohibited."

The old man had a stern face, mixed with deep worry. He really didn't want to see them fight, and the conflict was a misunderstanding caused by poor information.

"Master Bruce is trustworthy," the old man said softly, "He is just like you, you are all of the same kind."

Brucey grudgingly grumbled, but dropped the rather sharp aggressiveness.

Ah Fu's memory is not so much painted on white paper with a paintbrush, as it is scraped off a layer of film, revealing the deeply hidden inner layer.What followed was overflowing with strong emotions.

Brucey didn't want to embarrass the old man, she rarely lost control before, but now she has calmed down.

She thought for a moment, then let go, revealing some news.

Some not-so-lethal intelligence.

"The Arkham Asylum itself is a monster." Brucey held her chin, and called up the 3D model of Arkham to show it to the other party, "It is a container that absorbs madness. It is unconscious, but it cannot completely destroy."

Without the certainty of completely solving Arkham, Brucey will not try it lightly.It's hard to imagine how much "despair" and "madness" can be contained in Arkham, which is as old as Gotham.This would destroy Gotham, and an "Arkham City" would be born.

"Under normal circumstances, it is in a stable and safe state. Normal people will feel unwell and have nightmares when they go in."

"But it can effectively appease the inexplicably crazy people." At the very least, those poor people will not quickly fall into a crazy eternal sleep, and give Brucey time to rescue them.

Batman sharply pointed out: "Generally?"

Brucey nodded: "Yes, but there is an unstable situation, and madness will overflow in this state. For example, it seems that the seal is loose."

A lot of inexplicably crazy people have some connection to Arkham.Since Brucey discovered this, she bought it under the name of Wayne Group and provided a free shelter for "special mental patients" who are considered extremely aggressive by outsiders.

For those lunatics, it can give them a rare sobriety instead.

That sounds pretty sad.

"Under unstable and out-of-control conditions, it can cause mental pollution to normal creatures in direct contact, and severe cases will fall into permanent madness."

Brucey said meaningfully: "As long as you don't die, everything is easy to talk about."

"I hope you understand what I'm saying."

Zhenglian brain, synonymous with resourcefulness, Batman labeled with maturity and stability:  …

For years Brussie has been marginalizing Arkham, erasing its presence.The results are remarkable, except for patients who have been insane for decades and can only stay in Arkham, the growth rate of "mental patients" is decreasing year by year.

Batman pursed his lips, and before he could speak, Brucey saw through what he was thinking: "Don't worry, Superman's situation is special and the extent is not deep. He will be fine when he wakes up."

The energy accumulated in the urban construction system can be used to strengthen the seal and dispel mental pollution, and it just so happens that she still has some in stock.

She has been working hard to treat crazy "patients". Long-term mental pollution can seriously affect sanity and destroy memory, but everything is acceptable in front of life.

Someone like Superman is lucky enough.

It is precisely because the two Arkhams are so different that they misunderstand each other.

The timing is also too delicate, with Brucey's system dormant and Bruce's family missing, it's hard to be completely reassured.

Brucie thought that she in the other world was provoking or had some kind of plan behind it, knowing that there was a problem with Arkham, she persisted in getting there.

And Batman is worried about whether he in this world is some kind of lunatic who hides deep.After all, his Arkham Asylum is just a mental hospital... Although the lunatics held are highly dangerous, large in number and harmful, they still belong to the category of human beings.

It's typical to think too much.

But Arkham is worthy of being the source of the troubles, Gotham's leader | fire | clues, it can make people start their hands if they don't move.

"In return, you have nothing to say?" She raised her chin at him.

Batman briefly narrated his experience and the situation on Earth-[-], omitting the part of being pitted by Night Owl.

Unlike Brucey, the parallel earth she was on was originally locked, and she had never seen any peers.

The craziness that almost materialized was so viscous that Batman inevitably recalled another secret hidden in his heart, he had seen the Bat that Laughed.

"I felt Arkham-like madness in him." He had witnessed the tragedy.

After some reluctantly sincere exchanges, the two sides figured out what was going on.

All in all, all of them are late-stage patients with persecution delusions.

Batman's purpose was to avoid confrontation, but instead stepped on all the mines that could be stepped on.

"The first time you showed up and blew up the Wayne Tower, and the second time you showed up and demolished the Gotham Bridge, are you going to burn Wayne Manor?"

Brucey crossed her arms and snorted.

Is it because she started fighting subconsciously?

Bruce was silent: ...he really burned.

However, he keenly sensed the danger signal, so he wisely kept silent, and sneaked a glance at Butler Xia from the corner of his eye.

The housekeeper who already knew everything did not expose Bruce's hypocrisy, but changed the subject and talked about the war damage.

"The main damaged areas are on the fringes of Gotham, where the Gotham Bridge and St. Mary's Church need funding to rebuild."

And the Gotham Police Department is still wrangling with the Metropolitan Police Department.

"I will be responsible for this part of the battle damage," Bruce said, "When I return to Gotham, I will find a way to use precious metals to pay for it."

Banknotes with fixed codes are just waste paper in different worlds, and banks obviously do not undertake cross-border transfer business.

"No." Brucey refused flatly.

Are you kidding, does she look like someone who can't pay?The assets under Brucey's name are more than enough to rebuild Gotham.She just feels sorry for the building that has suffered a sudden disaster.

The Wayne Group has set up a special foundation, which is mainly responsible for post-war reconstruction and social security, and there is a special project for Superman in the metropolis next door.

Although there was an uninvited guest in the middle, but in the end it was considered as fulfilling the duty.

All in all, everything is under control.

"Ah Fu, I'm hungry." Brucey turned to look at Ah Fu.

The bat also looked at Ah Fu.

Inexplicably a little helpless.

Alfred, who was watched by the two together, smiled and brought the baked cookies with a plate of cookies, two glasses of milk and two small saucers.

The amount of cookies is much more than before.

Then Brucey, who thought she would have a full meal, watched the pile of sweet and delicious cookies being split in two.

Brucey looked down at her share, then at Ah Fu.

She yelled aggrievedly: "Ah Fu!"

Ah Fu kept smiling: "This is a celebration meal."

"Miss Brucey, don't be hard on yourself."

"I don't even know what my face looks like," she said sarcastically.

Hearing this, Bruce quickly took off the hood. Below it was a face that was too easy to see, with a high nose bridge, deep eyebrows, and beautiful lips.

The same cobalt blue eyes have a cool tone.

Brucey raised one eyebrow and whistled playfully: "You have a nice face."

In line with the life principles of Brucey's baby, Bruce showed a standard Brucey smile, sweet and frivolous.

"You too, beautiful lady."

Double Gotham Baby, double the lethality.

They flirt blindly when they don't agree with each other, bragging about each other in a narcissistic manner.

He winked at Brucey.

"But I really didn't expect that," Brucey looked away, thinking of Superman still lying down, and the red sun emitter that was made in a hurry was placed in the repair cabin.

——The advice provided by Batman made her watch kryptonite.

This stone is a little familiar.

"It appears that you have a stable and friendly relationship regarding your undercover work," Brussie said.

Speaking of Superman, Batman is quite sure that Brucey knows the identity of the other party, and he has observed enough information from Superman: "And you maintain a certain degree of emotional stability."

"It's Clark Kent," she corrected, drawing out the tone for emphasis: "Ex-boyfriend, to be precise."

"But what does it matter to Superman that I'm in a relationship with Clark?" Brussy said.

Bruce corrects himself quickly, with a look of approval.

The two easily came to an agreement.

As for Ah Fu, he showed a disapproving look.

But looking at the friendly atmosphere, Ah Fu was quite relieved, he turned and left, leaving the space for the two who needed to communicate.

"I advise you not to act rashly." Watching A Fufeng's figure leave, Brucey immediately made a threatening voice. She deliberately dragged out the tone and emphasized her tone, "Your son is still in my hands."

It's a pity that the cheeks that bite the cookie are bulging, and it doesn't look deterrent.

Bruce paused when he entered the data, and he was also chewing on cookies, but he spoke clearly, showing that he had a lot of experience.

He asked, "How many?"

Brucey looked at him delicately: "...two."

Her face was shining brightly, "How many more do you want, isn't it enough to buy one and get one free?"

Bruce ignored her expression and said affirmatively, "That's Dick and Jason."

This is also his clear position.

Even Dick took the unbearable weight of his life without knowing it.

Batman wanted him to hold Brucie for a while. After he found the trace of the two, he secretly sent a code to Jason who stayed behind, asking him to tell Dick.

Great, Jason must have been disobedient.

And Brucey, after confirming the relationship between Dick and Bruce, envisages using him to lead Bruce.

The sleeping double hostage Dick: ? ? ?Heartbroken, am I just a tool man?

"I haven't found any sign of Tim or Damian." Bruce looked at her.

He has so many adopted children.Isn't it crazy to have so many children, Brussie thought?

The only children she could use as references were her as a child, Tony, and Ollie, but it was maddening to pick any of them.

But she understood what the other party meant, and replied, "Don't worry, if there is any news, I will let you know."

As soon as the words fell, a voice came from my head, and the urban construction system that had disappeared for several days suddenly went online: "The initial world is unlocked, the world integration is complete, and the system initialization is successful."

World fusion...not one-way travel.

From Bruce's point of view, Brucey paused suddenly.

Facing Bruce's questioning gaze, Brucey's expression was extremely complicated. She sized him up: "...I'm afraid you won't be able to go back for the time being."

"What do you mean?" Bruce frowned.

Brussie pondered, she was thinking of words.

Her silence gave Bruce a bad feeling.

Then Bruce heard her say—

"The world merged."

The author has something to say:

Sand Sculpture Theatre:

Brucey's grandma is fierce and fierce: Your son is in my hands.

Bruce happily gnawed on the cookie: I gave it to you as a token of love. (bushi)