Brand Master [Comprehensive Yingmei]

After the real person came off the stage and personally pointed out the location of Dick's OOC, Vera immediately left the Batcave and returned to the third floor to continue working.

During the entire process from entering the Batcave to leaving the Batcave, she kept her eyes fixed on the whole process, and she didn't look around at all. Obviously she didn't want to get involved in any of Batman's actions, and she also didn't care about the many weapons, Intelligence is of no interest.

Seeing this, Bruce, who had been keeping silent in front of Vera, became even more rigid.

Of course it is impossible to beat a child... After assigning a lot of "homework" to Dick, canceling this week's parent-child class as punishment, forcing the dejected and severely beaten bear child to sleep, and busy with the remaining After completing the next work and re-enforcing Dick's IP address, he left the Batcave and went to the third floor.

At this moment, it was almost four o'clock in the morning. According to the routine, Vera should have finished her work long ago and went back to her room to rest.

But Bruce just knew that she would never leave the study today like in the past. With a certain thought, he went up to the third floor, and as expected, he saw the lonely shadow at the end of the corridor.

It is now the beginning of December, and Gotham has already begun to snow sporadically, and the unformed snow turns into rain when it hits the ground, and disappears in the dark mud in an instant.

Passing through the dark corridor, one after another French windows are covered with white moonlight, Bruce shuttles through light and shadow, the closer he gets to the end, the colder he feels.

The glass door of the terrace opened a crack, and the wind, frost and snow came in along the gap. The man's footsteps paused slightly. When he approached the terrace, he deliberately made a little walking sound.

The wooden floor creaked, and Vera, who was leaning on the terrace, immediately turned her head.

The bleak moonlight just fell on her face, making her pale, sick and weak, with a dignified and indifferent expression.

She stood like a pine, with a straight back, a thick blanket outside the velvet dress, amidst the howling wind, the short wheat-colored hair was covered with sporadic frost and snow, slightly damp.

Vera just kept turning her head sideways to look at Bruce. She was standing in the frosty and snowy sky, with the sky full of stars behind her.

Her eyes are as bright as stars, and there is a long river of stars between them.

"There's no need to apologize."

Seeing that Bruce, who opened the door and walked into the terrace, seemed hesitant to speak, Vera took the first step to prevent the unlucky old father from explaining to the bear son, and dismissed the matter lightly.

She really doesn't care.

Vera didn't care much whether it was written into a fan fiction or as Batman's lover in the novel—to be honest, she was more interested in the strong genre of fan fiction created by Dick. , because this might lead to a new trend in the forum.

From the side, it is her indifference that makes it even more obvious that her emotions are indifferent.

Her attitude towards Bruce, Clark, and everyone in the Justice League is basically the same.

In addition to the obvious protection of Diana, in her eyes, whether it is Batman or Superman, they are explicitly excluded from the private emotional field.

From the beginning to the present, her attitude towards Chaoying has not changed in the slightest, from her plain appearance when she walked into the Batcave, from her indifference to her having sex with Batman in the novel, the least open heart, the most The one who couldn't adapt to the team was Vera herself.

Like a butterfly wrapped in a thick cocoon.

Holding this translucent cocoon in the palm of your hand, you can feel the movement of the butterfly, and you can vaguely see the beauty of the butterfly. You can even close your palms and easily kill the butterfly... But there is no way to tear the cocoon apart.

No one can touch her.

She is considerate, she is measured, and she does not do anything imperfectly;

She is out of tune with this world, she has nothing to do with the entire Justice League, and she doesn't want to expose her true self.

She even felt that she was considerate enough - alienating Superman and Green Lantern, who were obviously overheated; resisting sharing glory with the Justice League; sacrificing all her time and devoting herself to operating for the Justice League... Even the intelligence information in the Batcave was glanced at Don't look, for fear of disturbing Batman's plan.

For a split second, a surge of intense anger rushed into Bruce's heart.

But in the next moment, he clearly realized that what supported this anger was inexplicable greed and presumptuousness.

The man who has always been calm and self-controlled took less than a second to suppress such complicated and strong emotions. He turned his head with a stiff face, and followed Vera's line of sight to look at the brightly lit Gotham in the distance, with a buzzing voice:

"Dick misunderstood our relationship, and I will explain it to him as soon as possible."

——So during this period of time, if this brat has any abnormal reactions, you should ignore him.

"Understandable."

Vera didn't even look at the man beside her, she spread her fingers in the air to catch the falling snow, and said casually,

"This problem... actually has to blame you."

Bruce:?

... The pot is also pushed to him?

"It was your problem."

Vera was confident, "If you didn't throw all Bruce Wayne's playboy persona to me, and just talk but don't do it, Richard wouldn't have misunderstood it at all."

——After I came to Wayne Manor, you will continue the previous character design and go out to have fun!

Even once, the child and Mr. Butler will surely never believe in any ghost love between us!

Bruce: "..."

……Row.

Blame him, blame him.

It never occurred to him that Vera would take the opportunity to teach him a lesson after finally being lazy. Bruce was powerless, and only felt that Vera was deliberately retaliating against him for not explaining clearly.

"……certainly."

Vera was smiling, and she obviously had a plan. "Maintaining Bruce Wayne's character design is indeed time-consuming. Since I'm here, it doesn't need to be so troublesome—it's just a trivial matter."

Bruce held his breath, a sense of foreboding bubbling from the bristling hairs.

"... To make them not misunderstand, except that you leave the manor and go out to have fun, the simpler way is—"

Vera smiled lightly, turned her head to look at Bruce beside her, and said in a light voice:

"I'll just move out."

The easiest way to clarify a scandal is to distance yourself.

From the very beginning, Vera was not particularly willing to move into Wayne Manor. She made such a choice considering that Clark's identity could not be exposed, so there was no obstacle when she proposed to move.

The wind suddenly blew up.

A grain of snow slammed into the man's neck, and the fleeting coldness made Bruce inexplicably stiff.

After a few seconds, amidst the howling wind, he spoke with some difficulty:

"...now is not the time."

"Why not the time? My wounds have fully healed, and you have proved that the unknown killer targeted Hydra instead of me."

Vera raised her eyebrows and asked bluntly,

"Aren't you really in love with me as Dick said?"

When she said this, her eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of her lips curled up, and she had a teasing expression on her face.

She really thought she was telling a big joke.

Bruce: "..."

Seeing Vera's obviously teasing appearance made him angry for no reason. He secretly held his breath and asked coldly:

"What the hell are you thinking?"

"There are not a few people like the second son of the Rongda Group. Your appearance in Washington now is equivalent to giving these people a gap to show their hospitality."

Bruce's tone was very bad, "I didn't say that you chose to deliberately let those guys who pointed at the Justice League use you as a stepping stone."

"Isn't that enough?"

Vera spread her hands, revealing her smooth arms under the blanket, and her tone became more leisurely, with a familiar smell of exasperation:

"To be honest, I'd rather face those guys than clarify the misunderstanding to Alfred and Richard."

Instead of expecting a father who can't communicate at all to explain clearly to the child, it's better to face the enthusiastic pursuit of the rich second generation, and she can still bluntly refuse at that time.

Bruce felt like a lump in his throat, and he didn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and almost squeezed out an answer through his teeth: "I advise you to think more about it."

"Oh? So the little princess is reluctant to let the knight move away?"

Vera changed the topic, and asked cunningly and cunningly.

Bruce: "..."

Bruce: "Don't get me wrong, Cena."

"...Pfft! Okay, I don't misunderstand, I know you are not used to having outsiders living in your house, I understand."

If a stranger suddenly appeared in Mrs. Wigner's house, she would be very uncomfortable.

Vera's expression was natural, she suppressed her smile, and immediately made a decision.

"That's it. I'll contact Mary and Clark this morning and move out in the afternoon. Is it okay?"

Bruce: "………………"

damn it!

I told you not to get me wrong!

Also, he obviously came to the third floor to discuss with her how to explain it clearly, why did it end up being so goddamn a hit and miss? !

……

Vera's movements were always unusually quick.

After making the right decision, she doesn't delay even for a minute.

At seven o'clock that morning, she showed up in the dining room on the first floor of Wayne Manor on time, dressed in the formal attire she had just arrived, and announced to Dick and the old housekeeper who were dining in the restaurant that she was moving in the afternoon.

On this side, Vera sincerely thanked Alfred for taking care of her and Jason during these two months.

On the other side, Dick, who was still enjoying his breakfast, was stunned, and the knife and fork in his hand fell to the table with a "ding", obviously bearing a huge blow.

"Why, why are you in such a rush to move all of a sudden?"

Poor Dick even made a weak trill in his questioning voice, he was in a state of panic, afraid that Vera hated him because he wrote a fanfiction yesterday, and that's why he was going to move out.

The 16-year-old boy is already as tall as an adult, but his handsome face still has the youthful look of a child, and his blue eyes are looking at Vera pitifully, like a little seal that has suddenly been alone.

"There's a bit of an emergency with the Justice League that needs to be dealt with—I also got the message early this morning."

Vera touched Dick's messy head with a gentle expression, "Welcome to Washington as a guest, Jason will miss you very much."

In a word, an extremely gentle movement, almost immediately dispelled all Dick's anxiety. He first sighed regretfully, and then twitched the corners of his mouth because of Vera's welcome, showing a trace of sincere joy.

Looking at Dick who easily believed this reason, Alfred, who had always been in regret and sigh, showed helplessness.

Now that Bruce himself has agreed, as a butler, he will not tear down his master's table, so he can only go back to the kitchen silently, and make a special children's meal for Jason who is still lying in bed, by the way, for the soon-to-be Willa, who left, baked a whole box of cookies.

It's a pity that when the cookies were still being baked in the oven, Superman, who received the news early, had already appeared in the secret passage outside the Batcave with the car (...).

Dick, who originally wanted to help Vera move: "..."

Alfred who is still baking cookies: "..."

It's just a move, why is Superman here to help? !

Doesn't this guy have to save the world?Don't you need to attend some government talks?Don't you need to sit in the Justice League? ?

The world's strongest Superhero, how idle must he be to take the initiative to help people move?

In the dark cave, the son of the sun, who was completely different from a certain sullen-faced big bat, simply stood there, like a beam of light penetrating the darkness.

With a gentle, even a little silly smile on his face, he picked up most of the luggage with one hand, and explained to Vera:

"Mary is tidying up your room at home, so I'll come over to help you move instead of her."

As he said that, he showed amazing speed and carried Vera's luggage without any complaints.

Dick watched a few afterimages pass by, and then Superman sorted out all the things that belonged to Vera in Wayne Manor one by one, and sent them neatly and carefully to the back seat of the car, which was extremely efficient amazing.

Dick:? ? ?

Meow meow meow?

I'm afraid I saw a fake Superman?

Superman's movements were so fast that Dick and Mr. Butler didn't even have time to react. The cookies here had just been put into the oven, and everything was packed there, waiting for Vera to drive away with Jason. .

And the hands-free shopkeeper who didn't make any moves during the whole process—the big devil Vera was still standing aside, with his hands folded around his chest, bossing around with some dissatisfaction:

"Readjust the height of the driver's seat for me."

"Okay, right now."

A grumpy Kryptonian smiled and responded with a good temper.

As a former assistant, he was obviously very used to Vera's appearance.

Dick & Alfred: "..."

Jason, who was led by Vera, glanced at Superman quietly, and once again silently believed in his heart that Superman was a very patient and gentle old man.

There is no sense of impatience at being asked back and forth so willfully. What kind of superhero is this with a perfect personality?

As expected of the God-man recognized by the public as Apollo, he is much higher grade than the indifferent, gloomy and frightening old bat! (stick read)

When everyone, old and young, fell into serious cognitive doubts, Bruce finally stepped into the Batcave calmly.

He didn't seem to have slept well all night, and he still had serious blue-black eye circles. He was temporarily wearing a more formal casual attire, and he was standing silently at the door, looking at Vera expressionlessly.

Vera, who was giving orders to Superman, didn't see Bruce, but Clark, who was busy, noticed.

Across the huge tarmac, Clark, who had just adjusted the height of the driver's seat, stood up, nodded slightly at Bruce in the distance, and showed a slightly apologetic smile.

Vera was carrying Jason to say goodbye to Alfred, but Bruce and Dick, who happened to be standing opposite Clark, noticed the smile.

The apology in this smile...is apologizing to them instead of Vera, as if to say:

"I'm sorry, she is so willful, please bear with me."

...It's so thoughtful and polite that it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Dick seemed to sense something. He looked back and forth between Clark and Bruce with some doubts, but Bruce, who was standing a step behind him, didn't respond.

He just stood there calmly, staring intently at Vera's back without even taking a glance away.

And just when Vera finally packed everything up and turned around to walk towards them, Bruce quickly looked away again, as if he had never paid attention to the woman in front of him, nor did he care about her departure.

It wasn't until Vera walked in front of him and stretched out her hand to him that he pretended to look politely back.

"Thank you, Bruce."

Vera shook hands with the man and said softly.

She raised her head slightly and smiled at Bruce:

"Don't worry, even if I'm not in Gotham, I will help you maintain the character set."

Following Vera's movements, the old and the young standing beside the two looked at Bruce at the same time. The latter's eyes were full of expectation, while the former's obvious encouragement and support.

Even if Bruce doesn't look at these two people, he can still know that these two people are frantically swiping the screen in his brain at the moment, such as "talk to her!" "talk to her!" "talk to let her stay!!" screen.

So he spoke.

He said, "...well."

After a pause, he added, "Thank you, and have a good trip."

Dick: "..."

Alfred: "..."

Vera nodded politely to Bruce, smiled softly at Dick, turned and left.

The moment the car roared away from everyone's sight, Bruce pushed open the door of the Batcave with his backhand, and started the day's training plan with Dick in his hand.

"Senna left in a hurry because of a temporary incident. Even without this accident, she would still leave."

In the training room, facing the unconvinced and even aggrieved Dick, Bruce frowned and explained sternly.

"She made the decision to hide in Wayne Manor at the beginning, but it was also a last resort - as her work partner, I have this obligation and responsibility to protect her, not because of any personal feelings."

He felt that this level of explanation was enough, but who knew that Dick, who was training hard, suddenly raised his head and asked a little unconvinced:

"If it's really out of obligation and responsibility, you can definitely find another safe house that is safer and less likely to be exposed—just like the place where Karna was locked up before, why do you have to put Wei Where's Lazang at Wayne Manor?"

"that is because--"

Because Vera is pampered and willful, if no one is watching all the time, she might be so busy that she dies suddenly.

In the middle of the sentence, Bruce's face was serious, and he swallowed the second half of the explanation.

He warned in a cold tone: "If you compare Senna with that female prisoner again, the consequences of being known by her will be disastrous."

Dick wasn't afraid. With Vera standing behind him, he was confident and not afraid at all:

"Why don't you admit it?"

"..."

For the first time in his life, Bruce felt an indescribable sense of helplessness.

He clenched his fists, hesitating again and again, recalling the children's education notebook that Verase gave him, closed his eyes, suppressed his anger forcibly, and said word by word:

"...I'm sorry to break your fantasy, but the dream will wake up one day."

From the beginning to the end, he never had any emotion for Vera Senna beyond friendship.

Not at all, not at all.

Most importantly... neither did she.

Dick's eyes finally dimmed completely.

During the next morning of training, there was such a terrible silence between the father and son, and no one mentioned the name "Vera Senna" again.

After the unusually cold lunch, Bruce recalled the contents of the book and Vera's notes, looked at Dick's still drooping face, thought for a moment, and followed Vera's previous suggestion.

He coughed twice, broke the silence, and said dryly:

"Today is the weekend."

"……Yes."

Dick replied listlessly, his head down, texting with someone.

If Vera is still here, she will always find time to teach Jason and him on weekends. They will play games and have history lessons, or borrow some documentaries to teach biology and geography lessons... …

In short, after Vera came to Wayne Manor, there were new tricks every weekend. Dick had never liked a teacher so much, and he had never liked to look forward to cultural lessons so much.

But... Today, she left.

She left, but did not take away the purchased game consoles, controllers and documentary discs.

Right now, the game controller, game console, several discs, and the small blackboard Vera used to write are all placed in the entertainment room, but no one will start them anymore.

Seeing Dick's eyes drifting towards the entertainment room, Bruce understood instantly.

There was no task around this time, so he immediately stood up and walked towards the recreation room first.

"Since it's the weekend, follow the previous schedule."

Bruce decided to take on the responsibility of teaching his son himself. In order to break the irritating silence and depression, he opened the door of the entertainment room first, and took Dick to start a two-hour "game history lesson".

Seeing Dick follow into the room, Bruce turned on the big screen, turned on the game console, picked up the handle, and sat down first.

The position where he sat was the old position before.

"I will continue to complete the game progress you saved last week."

While speaking, Bruce gestured for Dick to sit beside him. As soon as the game screen lit up, he subconsciously clicked on the nearest save file, and pointed to his right with the hand that wasn’t holding the controller:

"According to your progress—"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Dick has been sitting to Bruce's left since the beginning of this "game history lesson."

From two months ago until now, every weekend, sitting on the right side of Bruce is Vera.

Dick watched Bruce stretch out half of his hand towards the empty right, as if he was used to signaling the person on the right to continue the demonstration as his opponent, he lowered his head.

The so-called game history lesson was born under the deliberate game between two evenly matched opponents.

Computer AI can't do it, and his planning IQ is not enough to play against Bruce, and no one can keep up with his rhythm and thinking.

"I'm not taking games class, Bruce."

Dick said softly that he didn't even dare to take another look at the empty right side.

"There is no such course ... there will be no more."