I made my fortune 108 times by breaking up with Wayne

"Stop and hand over the money."

The fat fish took the bait.Misty looked at the little gangster in front of her who was trying to rob with a knife, and thought happily.

"Hurry up." The man pointed at her viciously with the tip of his knife, "You're lucky to meet me, I don't want to be a woman—give me the money!"

Misty compared the distance between the two, and pulled a motorcycle from the closet.

The little gangster didn't even have time to notice the shadow above his head, so he fell down unexpectedly, with a motorcycle on his back, like a big turtle that couldn't turn over.

Fearing accidents before, Misty didn't even give the little bastard a subtle smile, but now she can be considered at ease.

Misty picked up the little gangster's knife, patted his face with the back of the knife, and smiled: "You are lucky to meet me, I don't want to be a man."

The little gangster understood very well: "The money is in the pocket!" The little gangster yelled very loudly for fear that the knife would cut him open.

Misty received six hundred dollars.

"I can't tell, you're quite rich?" Gold Finger leaned beside him, not in a hurry to go back.Misty pressed the motorcycle with her hand, and spoke slowly as if she wanted to chat with the gangster all night.

The little gangster wants to cry but has no tears.

Why did he want to rob this person!He was stupid, never thought that a woman who dared to walk alone at night in Gotham must not be easy.

"I have no money, I really have no money!" Afraid of turning into a money bag, the little gangster shouted in a panic, "I robbed the rich man for the six hundred dollars! It's not every day that I have today's luck!" No People bring so much cash every day.

It wasn't luck. First, he robbed six hundred dollars, which was enough for him to live happily for a few days. In the end, he couldn't hold back his greed and continued to rob, and hit the iron plate.

"Rich guy? Bruce Wayne?"

"Well, it's not that rich. Besides, Bruce Wayne is Batman's patron, so no one can touch him."

"Who? Who do you say is the sponsor of whom?" Misty's expression was blank, and she subconsciously tucked her collar.

"Batman. No one in Gotham knows that Batman was funded by Bruce Wayne. Otherwise, how did Batman get the equipment that needs money to maintain?"

"..."

No wonder, she said that grabbing a wallet can actually alarm Batman.

Misty suddenly felt a chill down her spine, her heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head stiffly.Not far behind her, Batman stood there silent, his white goggles piercing through the night.

How old are you

The little gangster seemed to see a savior: "Help! Batman! Help me! My bones--pain! Help me to the hospital, okay?"

Misty pursed her lips, rubbed the six dollars into the palm of her hand, and lowered her voice: "Batman, he wants to rob me, and I'll teach him a lesson in self-defense."

Batman seemed to have noticed the knife in her hand. Misty threw it away without saying a word, put the banknotes in her pocket very naturally, and spread her hands, indicating that she had no weapons and no evil intentions.

"Can I go? The person who robbed me is up to you." Misty asked cautiously, stood up slowly, and saw that he didn't respond, bent over and slowly backed away, retreated to a hidden corner, wiped wall away.

After the man left, the tall Batman walked over to the little gangster.The little gangster swallowed his saliva, and pulled out a smiling face: "Bat, Batman..." Thinking of the scene where Batman accidentally peeped into the wall with his bare hands, the little gangster suddenly felt pain in his bones.

Batman picked up the motorcycle with one hand, put it aside, took out the handcuffs and handcuffed it to the thief, and said in a deep voice, "Get up. Let's go." The voice that sounded like throat cancer made the little gangster tremble again.

Trembling and Batman came to the Batmobile, Batman left to fight other criminals, he was handcuffed in front of the car door, blowing cold wind in the middle of the night, looking at the interior of the Batmobile must be very warm, it must be very comfortable to the touch, sitting Seeing the slightly dented car seat, the little gangster began to cry.

Thousands of mistakes are his fault!He shouldn't be greedy!If he grabbed the six hundred dollars, he should go straight home!

After Misty returned to her rented room safely, she was relieved and slid down from behind the door, "Huh—" she was scared to death, and almost thought she was about to enter the police station.

As for the motorcycle that was too late to recycle, it doesn't matter, anyway, it will be returned automatically in half an hour, not to mention, there are more than a dozen motorcycles in her closet.oh!There are also sports cars, dining cars, and solid stages. When danger arises, they will parachute over and crush the opponent to a hemiplegia, which is enough for her to protect herself.

Taking off the Santa Claus mask on his face, Misty took out the dollar bills from his pocket, stretched them out bit by bit with his stiff fingers, and flattened them.

This is the first time she has cheated!

There is money for eating tomorrow... oh, no, she is being supported by local tyrants for three meals now.

Misty stared at the dollar bill. Two hours later, she stood up slowly, took out her cell phone from the closet, and sent a text message.

"To Maggie: Tomorrow noon, Iceberg Restaurant, I'll treat you to dinner. By your dear, Missy who is lucky enough to be rich."

Feeling sleepy, Misty yawned and put her hand on the window sill.

Outside the window is the dark night, only a little bit of starlight hidden deep in the clouds.Gotham, which is dull in the night and has a little light, is like the dark knight. Although it looks terrible, it brings peace of mind to the good people of Gotham.

"Good night."

Misty said softly.Close the window, pull up the curtains, snail into the quilt, rub the pillow, and fall asleep.

In front of the Iceberg restaurant.

"Maggie!" Misty waved vigorously, basking in the warm sun, her smile was also warm.

Margaret trotted over and hugged Misty, "Sweetheart, have you found a new job?"

Misty didn't answer her directly, but just blinked her eyes: "Honey, are you sure you want to talk to me about work when you're so happy? Let's go and eat. Iceberg Restaurant is the safest restaurant in Gotham, and everyone else wants it." Worried about being robbed, their family is not afraid."

"Of course, it's also the most expensive restaurant in Gotham." Margaret looked up at the signboard. "We really want to eat at Iceberg Restaurant? The boss kindly advances the salary. How will you live after eating?"

"No problem! I have six hundred dollars, enough for us to eat! Otherwise, I have another way."

Rent...wait for the breakup fee. Anyway, at Wayne's speed of changing girlfriends, it won't take a few days.Maggie helped her out so many times and lent her money to buy chocolates, something she couldn't take for granted.

This favor has to be paid back.

Luxury only once!

After getting the menu, Margaret deliberately ordered two dishes, and Misty ordered seven or eight dishes with a lot of money.

Grilled kelp, flounder sashimi, geoduck, grilled sea urchin, pumpkin puree, antelope meat, antelope bone soup, salted caramel ice cream, orange milkshake, brandy.Ten dishes, don't think it's a lot, the amount of dishes is only the size of a little finger, such as sashimi, only two slices per person, stingy and luxurious.

Misty silently took out the cell phone that Bruce had given to Michelle, and put it under the table to send text messages quietly.

"To Bruce: Uncle Bruce, do you have time, let's go racing! By yours, Michelle."

In Wayne Building, the chairman who rarely came to the meeting, faced the cannibalistic eyes of the directors, took out his mobile phone without changing his face, and after reading the text messages, he smiled: "To sweetheart: I have time anytime. Where will we meet? By you, Uncle Bruce." After typing, he put his phone in his pocket, got up and left very naturally, and a certain director came from behind and asked forbearance: "Chairman, do you have business to do?" ?”

The man waved his hands without looking back, "Go on, don't worry about me, I'm going on a date."

Not far away, I heard the sound of beating the table angrily in the conference room, as well as a few words from the president he appointed, Lucius Fox, who worked hard to appease the board of directors.

It is normal for the board of directors to be angry. After all, he has not attended several meetings throughout the year.But what did it matter to him that they were angry?

The Playboy casually unbuttoned his collar, revealing a large and delicate collarbone.The reflection of the glass window is his casual smile.

Misty calculated the time for eating, and made an appointment with Bruce to meet near the water tap in the park where they met for the second time in two hours.

After 10 minutes, Misty wiped her mouth with a tissue and left a 15% tip according to the tipping standard.

"Honey, I'm going to work."

"Wait!" Margaret stood up, took out a lipstick of the same color from her small makeup bag, and gently applied it to Misty's lips, "Honey, don't be careless about your lipstick." Putting it into Misty's pocket, turning her eyes to her lips, she nodded with satisfaction, "Go, baby, I wish you peace."

By the time Misty got to the park, Bruce was already sitting there waiting for her, the couture suit out of place with the faded khaki benches.

The skateboard turns and Misty circles behind Bruce.The iced cola in his hand pressed against the man's cheek: "surprise!"

He turned his head and seemed to be really surprised, his deep blue eyes stared at the girl's face, as if that was his treasure, "surprise."

The straw of the paper cup of Coke suddenly pressed against his lips, and Bruce took a sip knowingly, the taste of the carbonated drink went straight into his mouth, as if there were bubbles dancing on the tip of his tongue.

"Girl." He sighed vaguely.

——Then, as a matter of habit, when the girl blinked, she spit out the small pouch in her mouth, which contained the Coke that had just entered but had no chance to touch her mouth.

Misty held his used straw in her mouth, and said in a vague voice, "Underage is not allowed to buy alcohol. Is it childish to drink Coke? Then, uncle buys alcohol. You buy it, and I will drink it."

Uncle doesn't buy wine, but uncle drives the car.

The supercar was specially selected from the garage, with a silver body and a smooth shape. Misty stroked the steering wheel more gently than a baby.

The whistle sounded, and the girl's smile was like splashing sunshine, "Uncle Bruce, get in the car, I'll let you feel something as exciting as sex|love!"

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[Serious] It's not a car shock, don't get me wrong!