Mrs Wayne

I raised my umbrella and looked at the man who fell on the ground. I really want to deduct Dr. Strange's salary, okay?

Why can't he be gentle with Bruce, why?

The sloping umbrella tried to cover all the rainwater in front of Bruce. The man in the black mask just looked up at me quietly. At that moment, watching him fall to the ground, I suddenly felt a This kind of unspeakable pain, he just lay quietly on the ground alone, no one knows all the efforts he has made to protect Gotham, he may die, just like the future we have seen, even Maybe in order to fight these villains, he died in a place that no one knows...

Even if he died, his body may not be found until a few days later, maybe it will be photographed and surrounded by people, everyone wants to know who the real person is under this mask.

But what kind of person is he, and how many people really care about him?

He has no parents, they died more than ten years ago; he has no friends, J's information shows that he has almost no friends; he has no lover, if he never lied to me.

Then he has too few things in this world, too few things that can give him happiness, so little that maybe even he himself doesn't know what there is.

Why did he have to live so hard? He didn't tell his pain, but anyone who thought about it would feel sorry for him.

I couldn't bear it any longer. I squatted down and stretched out my hand, just gently touching his somewhat icy mask, which even had the icy cold rain on it, "Why do you want to live so tired?"

The man wearing the mask still looked at me tenderly. The dark rainy night and the ground seemed to be integrated with him. He stretched out his hand and tried to hold my hand, but the hand through the glove couldn't give it to me. Any temperature I have can only make me feel his coldness at the moment.

I just watched him quietly for a long, long time, until Bruce still held my hand and didn't let go. There seemed to be another creepy laughter not far away. I took a deep breath and turned to Stellan. Dr. Qi said, "Doctor, you understand."

Seeing the scarecrow looking down from the edge of the roof, and the familiar and crazy super criminal, I turned my head to confirm with the doctor, "Doctor, can you?"

The man in the red cloak elongated his voice, "...Maybe I can send him away, but I don't think this is what you want, right?"

I nodded affirmatively.

The doctor nodded knowingly. In the next second, Bruce and I appeared on the rooftop. This time, the man in the thick Batman armor stood up again in front of me. Because he was poisoned, he even He even shook his head, as if he was trying to get rid of the illusion in front of him, he stood in front of us, and then unilaterally beat the scarecrow.

Bruce has obviously been poisoned, but the scarecrow who can hit him can't stand upright at all. When he stands there, he looks invincible. He stands tall in front of us, and his back is infinitely elongated until At my feet, J even praised in my ear, "Ma'am, no one has ever had such willpower and endurance. He has surpassed the scope of human comprehension."

Yes, he is obviously just an ordinary person, but he turned himself into a god. He wants to save Gotham, but who can save him?

I just looked at Bruce’s back so deeply, and suddenly realized that no matter which Bruce, as long as he is Bruce, I don’t like his rough life. I hope he can be himself in this city, instead of wearing a suit every day. Wearing a fake mask, I hope he can make a few close friends, I hope someone can really love him, I hope he can live a happy life, it's just that simple.

As the CEO of the Justice League, Tony and I are trying to change Gotham, but I don’t really care about Gotham at all. I only care about one person from beginning to end-Bruce.

The only one I want to change is Bruce, everyone wants life to get better and better.

He wants Gotham to be better, and I want him to be better.

When Bruce picked up the scarecrow's collar and raised his fist, I couldn't bear it and came to his side, pressed his fist, raised my head to meet Bruce's blue eyes with some doubts, I was serious to him Said, "Enough is enough."

"You are enough tonight."

"Others will take care of him, go back to sleep."

"Okay?"

Under my gaze, Bruce slowly let go of his clenched fist. He just looked at me quietly like this, as if his reaction was a little slow because of being poisoned. When he stared at me with those blue eyes When I was there, it even made people feel a little bit cute.

"it is good."

He said softly, and then I arranged for Dr. Strange to get rid of the Scarecrow, and Batman was escorted back to his Batmobile by my company. Li took the key.

Facing the man who couldn't stand still in the fight, I looked at him very seriously, "I'll drive tonight..."

Bruce: ...

"You still want to drive?" I looked at him with some dissatisfaction, and I simply opened the co-pilot and stuffed him in. The tall and strong man was half lying on the co-pilot. He was obviously a little delirious due to the toxin. Slightly detached, J also analyzed to me, "It doesn't look good for him, ma'am."

"The antitoxin must be injected as soon as possible."

"Maybe there will be something we need in Batman's residence." J suggested very cautiously, "Of course, if you want to return to the Justice League, it's completely possible, but Tony and the others haven't rushed back at this stage."

"I just remembered one thing, obviously there is a faster way for us to get back than driving."

I said to Dr. Strange who was not far away, "Doctor, it's time for me to add money to you again."

Dr. Strange looked at me, then at Bruce, and said in a more gentlemanly manner, "Oh, it's my honor."

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wayne mansion

Alfred watched his little master suddenly appear in front of him together with his Batmobile. The man leaning against Roshirin looked a little weak. Obviously, his little master Once attacked by those criminals.

Yes, his little master, no matter how long it has passed, Bruce is still the young child in his mind, even though he has become the father of a child, but the stubborn and self-willed Bruce is not much more mature than Dick .

He set his eyes on Luo Xilin who was not far away. The young Asian woman frowned and looked at Bruce with disapproval at the moment.

He noticed that his young master didn't completely put all his body weight on the other person. This is a good sign, which means that the young master has not completely lost his mind, or that the girl in front of him is so precious that even he doesn't want to hurt her a little. .

Wayne Manor may have a new mistress.

"I have to prepare the antidote for the young master. Maybe this lady is willing to take care of him for me." He pulled away Dick, who wanted to volunteer to help, and the housekeeper looked at this man who was robbed of his miserable father with condemning eyes. Wife's child, "Let's go, I think Master Dick should have good advice."

"Me? But I don't understand at all..."

The butler smiled and pulled away Bruce's silly son, and there was a Doctor Strange standing not far away who looked rather reserved, "Can I invite you to help?"

"Oh, this..."

"We'll pay extra."

Doctor Strange was moved, he glanced secretly at the former boss who had been focusing on Batman, and responded kindly, "Okay, this is really the best."

When Bruce, who was already lying on the bed, opened his eyes, he only saw Luoxi in front of him sitting on the edge of his bed and staring at him very seriously, with a faint worry in his expression. At this moment, he seemed to be Back a long time ago, when I first met Luoxi, he had a simple cold at that time, and surrounded by his parents and his wife Luoxi.

He came into contact with another world like a dream, this is the best dream.

Bruce took a deep breath. He could feel his fragility at the moment. When people are vulnerable, they are accompanied by their lover. Only the closest person can give him a sense of security. Bruce even felt that, If this moment can last forever, he hopes that Luo Xi can be by his side forever.

He stretched out his hand and instinctively held the other person, but Bruce found that the woman held him backhanded.

His emotions are clamoring for the other party to never leave, but his rationality is persuading him to let go, she doesn't belong here, she doesn't belong to him.

always like this.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Then where should I be?"

Bruce was at a loss for words when he was asked by the other party's rhetorical question. The man who had already put on his pajamas was silent for a while. He looked at the woman sitting beside his bed with a dignified expression, and felt that the other party was holding his hand gently, even slightly. When trembling, Bruce finally came to his senses. The man's blue eyes looked at Luo Xi with a complicated look, "You're worried about me."

"why?"

"You know I'm not your husband." He might even be a despicable thief, always trying to steal the happiness that belongs to others.

"But you are also Bruce." Luoxi sighed, as if he didn't know how to say it, "You are so similar to him, I can't see you in pain, it's too difficult for me."

It's like he can't accept Luo Xi's sadness here. Although he doesn't love him, he is willing to provide her with corresponding resources. Maybe he just can't accept that she will have such a miserable life.But this is not the same as Luoxi treats him. The difference is that he doesn't love Luoxi in this world, but he hopes that Luoxi can love him.

This is a secret hidden deep in his heart. He loves Roche more than anything else. When he is about to die, he knows what he wants most, Gotham?No, it's not.

"Me and him, who would you choose?"

Noticing that Luo Xi turned his head in some doubts, Bruce finally sighed deeply, and the man lying on the bed smiled and said to the little wife in front of him, "Don't leave me."

He even begged a little, "OK?"

What responded to him was his wife's slightly complicated expression. Her eyes were as invisible as the fog of Gotham. The other party slowly retracted his hand, but he grabbed it again.

"PLEASE"

Because he really can't live without her.

Even just for this moment, he really wanted to have her.

The author has something to say:

But Luoxi: No way.

White Bat: Yes, you can't poach me...

Master Black Bat is really miserable.Look at it this way.

I get off work overtime every day until 8 o'clock, which is very cool.