I made my fortune 108 times by breaking up with Wayne

Bruce saw Dick's reply, and that was the real pupil quake.

Then again, after his robin went out to fly solo and became a big blue bird, what kind of stimulation did he receive?Don't want to come back and inherit hundreds of millions of family property, willing to be a policeman and receive death wages, but now you have no regrets and become a licking dog? ? ?

The big bat uttered doubts from the soul: "Ah Fu, did my education fail so much?" First, Jason secretly read weird stand-in novels, and substituted himself into the protagonist, and even substituted his family members into it, then Dick, Ming The face is still a lively and cheerful big blue bird, but secretly evolved into a dog licking?

Alfred: "..." He carefully thought about the reason why Master Dick did this: "Perhaps, Master Dick lacks love?"

"Ok?"

"My lord, you don't understand. Some people who lack love when they grow up, some keep asking for warmth from others when they grow up, and some want to bring warmth to others after they grow up. I think Master Dick thinks that lady needs it very much." His love, thinking that he can't give up on her."

That being said, it's true that Dick exudes warmth because he wants to care for others, but why does it feel so wrong to him?

"Don't be kidding, alright?" Bruce said helplessly.

Dick is his first adopted son, and Bruce Wayne has been trying to be a good father in the past.He would buy fireworks for him to watch, play pillow fights with him, and even ask him to bring the loot home with him—a huge one-dollar coin.Bruce knew he wasn't good enough, but it wasn't to the extent that Dick lacked love.

"Okay, sir," said Alfred, "but maybe you can try to express your love to Master Dick, say you love him, maybe..."

Batman didn't answer.

He decided to deal with it in his own way.

At midnight, he used the bat machine to stop in front of an owl above Gotham, took out a blank letter paper from under its claws, wrote "I need to meet you", and handed it to the owl.

The small brown owl tilted its head to look at him, stretched out its small claws to grab the letter, nodded to Batman, and disappeared directly into the system closet.

For about 45 minutes, Chester sat on the dome of the high tower without riding anything. The owl led the dark knight, and he let the noose wrap around the top of the tower. ster side.

The knight of the kingdom didn't wear his armor tonight, letting the moonlight kiss his hair and the corners of his eyes.

The Phantom of Gotham was standing next to him, in a different role than a few hours ago, this time instead of him sitting, he was standing.

Misty looked up at the city.

It is rare tonight that there are no dense clouds, and the moonlight is really good, covering the roof gently. However, even the moonlight can only illuminate the roof and the small half of the wall above. Those walls and corners grow moss in the dark. It is a place where light never reaches.

"This is Gotham." The Dark Knight suddenly said, "My Gotham." She is not so easy to be rescued, and to pull her out of the darkness requires persistence for decades.

That's what Batman is doing, and he doesn't believe that Chester is willing to waste his life on it.

Misty smiled, bent her knees, and put one hand on it, "She is very beautiful." The flower of sin is sin, but it is also a "flower".

There are many weird Gothic buildings, towering spiers protruding into the moonlight, and the vertical walls cast an infinitely extending darkness, like ghosts hiding in it.

A dark and eerie city.Fear, loneliness, and despair are her tones.

"I know what you want me to see." Misty stood up and stroked the spire, "I don't think I'm Gotham's savior, nor do I feel arrogant that I can save Gotham. If I think so , that kind of superior mercy, I think you will just swing an iron fist at me and reprimand me for my arrogance."

The true knight of the city stood by, silent and listening.

"From the beginning to the end, I just wanted her to be a little better than before. A little better than before, a little better than before, and then gradually getting better so that no girl would voluntarily plant a bomb in her heart and go to the hospital crazily. die."

Misty must say that she is not actually sympathetic.

If she had seen the girl on TV, she would have pitied her for being brainwashed by a cult at a young age, and would never rush to Batman and say that she wanted to put an end to that phenomenon.

But... But sometimes, fate is so weird and unpredictable.A living person exploded from her eyes just like that "bang--", she even half hugged her, the temperature of flesh and blood, even armor could not block it.

So, she just... couldn't remain indifferent.

"Your cloak," said the Dark Knight suddenly.

"Huh?" Misty wondered, did the cloak disassemble automatically this time?

"That one suddenly disappeared. Bruce asked someone to make a new one for you. The material is according to the material of my cloak, which can block bullets and not particularly powerful lasers."

"Thank you." Chester took over the neatly folded cloak, restrained all his emotions, and nodded slightly: "Have you thought it through?"

What I asked was the suggestion of the previous mayor of Gotham City.

"I need to think again."

Oh, he didn't collect enough information to give him credit for now.That's right, Chester hardly ever shows up.

Misty: "Then you came to me just to return Wayne's cape?"

"One more request."

"Ok?"

"Bruce needs to spread some ridiculous news, and he will borrow your reputation. He asked me to ask your opinion."

Misty didn't bother to ask specific information, "Hmm." Perhaps because he was afraid that Batman would feel that he was going too far, he explained casually: "I also borrowed his reputation. Fair exchange. Don't tell me what he used it for." The knight still refused Having crossed paths with Bruce Wayne, and the previous accidental kiss didn't change anything.

When Misty was about to leave, Batman seemed indifferent: "There is nothing else."

"Ok?"

Misty turned her head, but Batman had already jumped off the tower, and there was no need to respond.

Misty thought about it seriously, and then couldn't help but smile lightly.

Oh, he meant, he didn't have any "little gifts" attached to Chester's cape.

The next day, Bruce Wayne rarely got up early to go to the office. The people who saw him on the road didn't pay attention to the road bumping into the wall, at least three of them.

When the secretary walked in and reported the affairs to him, Bruce listened with a smile, and was about to sign the pen when he suddenly paused, seemingly inadvertently: "Pour me a cup of black coffee, thank you." After the other party came over, he tapped the pen cap on the side , "Let it go."

When the secretary was putting the cup down, he turned his head and saw a photo framed in an exquisite frame, which was deliberately placed where the sun could shine.

In the image, the man's blond hair is not inferior to the sunlight, and the man sitting in front of him is wrapped in a cloak, looking at the camera with some surprise, as if the waves melted into his eyes, generous and magnanimous.Only the man in the cloak is clearly the face of Bruce Wayne, and he is naked under the cloak.

Bruce: Good, she noticed the photo.Chester's method is really easy to use. It should be that she thinks he is a homosexual, and then silently dispels her unrealistic thoughts.

To be honest, Misty is indeed shocking.Bruce couldn't fall in love with Chester just by kissing him, right?can't you?Although the knight has a glorious appearance, it's true that the little mermaid is not bad, the sexiest man in Gotham, so he won't be seduced?Moreover, there is also the identity of a rival in love. Aren't men hostile to rivals in love?

...Or, for playboys, as long as their faces are good enough, that's fine?

Bruce just wanted Eve to guess his sexual orientation, and for the happiness of his eldest son, he would go all out today——

"Eve, isn't he beautiful?"

Misty looked complicated: "Yes, he is very beautiful."

Bruce didn't change his face: "He's my bed partner."

"..." Misty immediately calmed down.She didn't know whether she slept or not?Thinking of Chester's words "it's really a good way" when he said that he wanted Michelle to see the photo, speculation immediately appeared in his mind: Mr. Mermaid knew that she liked Bruce Wayne, and then, she was someone else's wife... ...Oh~ Bruce wants her to know where she went astray and let her go, so he is willing to defile himself for this?

Well, Misty is not sleepy anymore.

She is not interested in turning role-playing into a career, but she wants to try acting in a vest and a human.

So Bruce found that Ms. Eve was still looking at him with such care and concealment, but it was a pity that he could easily see through the watery tenderness, "Mr.'s charm is as good as ever. Ordinary people can't get along with this kind of person who obviously uses money." The beauties who can't be seduced maintain the relationship."

...Okay, taking all men and women will not hurt his daughter-in-law.

When the secretary went out to receive the reporter who came after smelling the smell, Bruce pushed the photo frame with the bad photo down on the table with a blank expression, and crossed his fingers to support his chin: think of a new countermeasure.Pick two male models to go to the hotel, and then say that they forgot to wear condoms, and ask Ms. Eve to bring them over... Or will forgetting to bring lubricating cream will irritate her more?Take the two together, double the excitement.

Bruce shook his head.No, it's okay to play a show, use ambiguous language, real knives|guns... His sacrifice is too great.

There were impatient footsteps outside the door, the door was pushed open, and the golden red hair came into view first: "Bruce!"

Jason slapped the "Daily Planet" on his desktop, "What's the matter with the photo!" His voice was filled with volcanic anger, "You are your playboy, why are you messing with Michelle's friend? That's because you have a crush on her your rival in love!"

Bruce recalled: Oh, last night Robin was sent to a less dangerous place to attack a lone monster, and he wasn't there, so he didn't know the truth.

"Jason, it's not what you think..." He was about to explain, when he heard Eve's gentle footsteps, he calmly corrected the next words: "I really like him, he fits the definition of a beauty, Isn't it? I have an in-depth communication with the beauty, so I have to consider the scope of his friendship? As for the rival..." Bruce leaned his head back, folded his hands in front of his stomach, casually and slightly interested: "Isn't it better? "