[Comprehensive British and American] Group favorite Wayne

Bruce doesn't know about Tim's behavior for the time being.

After figuring out the reasons for his change and the impact on those around him, he is preparing his new banquet.

There is nothing better than a high-profile banquet to prove that Brucey's baby is safe and sound. By the way, during the banquet, he can also stabilize his external personality and make the image of Playboy Bruce more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

This works perfectly without any issues.

Except—he's shorter now.

Those invited to the banquet here are either celebrities or journalists. The celebrities have the idea of ​​socializing, and the reporters have the idea of ​​interviewing, but it is undeniable that they are all adults.

Bruce, who was the host of the banquet and also a child in the crowd, seemed particularly abrupt.

Although no one in the room could realize that Bruce was a small one, it didn't mean he wasn't.

In an environment of 1.7 meters per capita facing upwards, the little Brucey baby less than one meter is like a small radish head that fell into a lot of white radishes, revealing a kind of inexplicable incompatibility.

Because of the energy, what everyone saw was the big Brucey who was close to 1.9 meters. The few people who came to talk to him looked straight up or even looked up slightly. This is not true for the little Bruce who is less than one meter. Very unfriendly.

Bruce was very clear about the particularity of the mimicry method of energy when he was in the watchtower.

This kind of mimicry to cover up Bruce's situation is more like an expansion of reality. Simply put, if someone is holding Bruce's hand at this moment, then in the eyes of everyone, he is holding the big Bruce. As for the posture problem caused by the height difference, they will subconsciously and automatically rationalize it.

This also means that in order for Bruce to keep himself at the same level as the opponent, he must raise his head and stare into the opponent's eyes to achieve this effect.

One or two is okay, too many are really unfriendly to the cervical spine.

Bruce had never liked looking up at other people, and it made him uncomfortable.

Therefore, even though few people have come to talk to Bruce Wayne in the entire banquet so far, he quickly made a decision to leave the banquet for a short time.

This is no big deal, no one stipulates that the host of the banquet must participate from beginning to end, just like no one stipulates that the host of the banquet must be on time.

With the waywardness of Baby Brussie, it is quite normal to be late to the banquet, disappear in the middle, or to release pigeons temporarily after the banquet, and simply not come to the entire banquet. Everyone is used to it, so they are quite well adapted.

The small figure shuttled among the crowd, but it didn't take long for it to leave the main venue of the banquet.

Hustle and loneliness are never far apart.

Wayne's disappearance only attracted the attention of a small group of people, but soon they ignored the playboy and began to focus on their own purpose of participating in the banquet.

As for where is Wayne?

He's upstairs, in his exclusive lounge.

The goblet of ginger ale used as a cover was casually placed on the table, and Bruce was standing in front of the huge French window looking out.

The dots of light are reflected by the glass windows, showing the vibrant side of the city.

The criminal paradise seems to be completely different from her reputation. With the recent situation, she seems too quiet, and can even be regarded as gentle.

But this is just appearance.

Bruce thought.

Those steel-blue eyes looked extraordinarily deep when looking out through the glass window, completely inconsistent with his height and even his age at this time.

Wayne is a part of Gotham, and no Wayne can get rid of Gotham, which is enough to prove that the Wayne family and Gotham are inextricably linked.

And for Bruce, even more so.

He is Batman after all, the city's vigilante, the dark knight, urban legend, and the most widely known image of Gotham.

——Gotham is Batman's city, it's Batman's territory.

No one will deny this.

Batman knows everything about Gotham, just as he knows the crimes deeply rooted in Gotham.

That's something he's been trying to change since he became Batman.

That is something that is absolutely impossible to solve without warning in a day or two.

Nobody wants Gotham better than Batman.

But real pain, illusory happiness, Batman will only choose the former.

The tranquility of Gotham, the energies that appeared on him, and the changes in his body, all of these happened silently at a certain moment and continued to exist.

It is impossible to say that there is no problem and no connection.

Batman's vigilance is very high, even if the detection in the watchtower proves that the energy on his body has been exuding friendliness, which is only good for him, but Batman is still vigilant and alert in his heart.

Without unreasonable friendliness, there will be no such thing as pie in the sky.

Batman has been in the dark for so long that he has to be on guard for a ray of sunlight projected into the darkness, not to mention these things that invaded his body for no reason and without knowing it.

His intuition reminded him that there was something wrong with these energies. Even though the test results showed that these energies were only beneficial to Bruce himself and not harmful, Bruce still confirmed that there was a problem, but these problems were hidden too deep, temporarily It hasn't shown up yet.

The things contained in these energies are really powerful. They frantically give Batman benefits, but what they show is that they don't receive any rewards.

There will be no such good things in the world, and everything will have a price somewhere.

Especially when this happened to Batman, they, or the givers of these energies, must have deeper demands, at least the same demands as these gifts.

Batman is sure of that.

He just doesn't know what this appeal is for the time being.

Silently looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Bruce's gaze stayed for a moment, then quickly retracted. Finally, his eyes fell on his own reflection reflected by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It was a child with exquisite features, steel blue eyes, and a familiar appearance that told Bruce that this was him.

And in fact it is.

But something just wasn't quite right.

At this moment, a strange feeling hit the little Bruce. He always felt that the shadow in the French window was a bit strange.

Bruce reached out and pressed his palm against the huge French window.

The reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows and the real palm seem to be separated by a piece of fragile glass.

There are some subtle changes that seem to have occurred at this moment.

Bruce was sure that something was wrong, he could feel it, but the change was so fast and without warning that he couldn't figure it out for a while what's going on.

But Bruce was thinking quickly, trying to catch the tail of change.

And sometimes things are like this, changes happen without warning and fast, the most important thing is - he waits for no one.

A light knock on the door quickly interrupted Bruce's thoughts, and Clark's voice came in from outside: "Mr. Wayne?"

His thoughts were disrupted in an instant, and some kind of changed little tail that was about to be caught quickly slipped away from his fingertips and disappeared completely.

Bruce came back to his senses, and he withdrew his hand.

"Enter." The distorted and modified voice of the voice changer sounded, accompanied by the sound of the door opening and the little reporter squeezed in from the door.

Clark closed the door carefully and quickly, and when he turned around, he saw Bruce with a bit of unkind eyes.

The dazed little reporter didn't know what he had interrupted, but that didn't prevent him from realizing that Bruce was angry.

"Mr. Wayne?" Clark kept his personality in mind and asked tentatively.

Bruce said nonchalantly, "What's the matter?" He said again: "I remember that my lounge should not have announced the location to any reporters, so Mr. Kent from the Planet Daily, how did you get here? Follow?"

Clark: "...I didn't."

Didn't you tell me this yourself... He has flown here many times as Superman...

Clark's real name was aggrieved.

But he couldn't show it.

Like he'd felt before, Clark was pretty sure Bruce was angry.

If it is Bruce in the state of Batman, waiting for Clark may be the disapproving sight of the bat and some short but scary enough words, even depending on the degree of disturbing Bruce and whether Bruce is doing business now, it will include but not limited to Write a review or something.

But if it's Bruce in Bruce's baby state, it's completely different, basically all kinds of willful heart-rending remarks, and some mischievous but enough to cause troubles that can be called harassment.

While the latter of the latter couldn't be done right now because Bruce was just a kid, Clarke was sure his partner would definitely express his displeasure in another way.

Big bats are vengeful, and so are smaller ones.

Clark felt he was ready to face the storm.

But unexpectedly, despite the bad eyes, Bruce behaved quite peacefully. He just ticked Clark a smile that could be regarded as ambiguous at ordinary times, but after shrinking, only a cute smile remained, and then Just speak naturally.

"Let's go, get out." Baby Brucey took the lead: "No matter what you are looking for me, how did you get here, but I don't want to be approached by Superman again because of a certain little reporter, and then I am not Not-so-beautiful ways to make the news."

"Are you right, Mr. Kent?"

Clark: "..."

It was Clark himself of Superman: "...you're right, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce snorted, but didn't speak again.

The two left the lounge almost in tandem.

After the door of the lounge was closed, the house became calm again.

Nothing seems to have changed.

Therefore, no one noticed that just after Clark and Bruce left the room, Bruce forgot on the goblet on the table, facing the position where Bruce was standing before, the place where there was no one from the beginning to the end, in a kind of A strange figure was reflected in an extremely unscientific and sudden way.

It was an adult man, standing just where Bruce had just stood by the French window, tall and handsome.

If anyone stood here and saw this scene, they probably couldn't help but scream.

Because this man's face is too familiar.

——that was a face almost identical to the grown-up version of Bruce Wayne.

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