I made my fortune 108 times by breaking up with Wayne

"Just stop here, thank you."

A Lamborghini was parked at the end of the bridge. The man leaned against the body with his long legs crossed. Hearing the sound, he looked over. The face of an oriental girl under the sun was as delicate as a dessert. The one-piece hoodie made the lovely Pikachu ears stand on top of her head.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised the corners of his lips: "cosplay?"

The other party's eyes were suddenly illuminated by the bright sun, and the dark eyes were curved up, filled with ripples, "Boss!" The voice was also soft and soft like that of a girl.

Youthful, beautiful and tender.

Uncle Bruce fell into an eerie silence.

"Boss?" She lowered her head and kept her eyes fixed on her attire - the Pikachu jumpsuit. "Is there any problem?"

Bruce: "Are you... of age?"

"Pfft!" the girl smiled sweetly, "22 years old, Mr. Wayne."

Mr. Wayne was relieved. "So, on the lucky day when I meet Miss Cosplay, can I know your name?"

"Misty." Instead of going to bed, Misty didn't bother to pretend to face Bruce, and simply met him with his face, name, and personality.The almost translucent finger in the sunlight raised up, and drew a word in the air, "Misty, fog."

They got into their Lamborghinis and headed downtown. "I'll help you book a hotel under the name of Wayne Group. It's safe and secure." Bruce said, "You can contact me anytime you want to go out during the day."

"Okay, boss!"

Misty compared Uncle Bruce's attitude, and found that sex hunting and normal social interaction would indeed be treated differently here.

He fastened the seat belt for Tsing Yi, spoke ambiguously to the female reporter, and sent roses to Eve with great fanfare, but facing her in a purely employment relationship, he just waited for her to take the co-pilot seat in a gentlemanly manner, and there was no romantic development in the conversation. He hinted that he didn't intend to take her back to Wayne Manor to stay, but booked the hotel in a proper manner without physical contact throughout the process.

"I didn't expect you, boss, to ask those questions online!" Misty found a topic, "I thought the playboy Bruce Wayne was very good at love affairs."

Just at the red light, the dandy who stopped the car turned his head and smiled at the girl: "Happiness is handy, but love is more awkward. Thanks to your help, I can figure out what I really think."

"You're welcome!" The cheerful voice beat like musical notes, "Professional ethics! I have taken money!"

The red light turns green, the car starts, and the traffic outside the window starts to back up again. "Are you short of money?" Bruce asked casually.

"There is no shortage. But who hates more money?"

"...some people dislike it."

"You mean Miss Thieves?" Misty pondered, "She steals jewels, maybe she really doesn't need money?"

Bruce shook his head, "She likes money very much, but she took 4000 million from me..." He typed a number without saying the real data, "After that, he left and never came back."

"..." Even though she was not short of money, Misty still clicked her tongue sincerely: "4000 million is already a lot, boss. Look, when I didn't know you were Bruce Wayne, you dared to come because of 3000 million." Tan meets you. Money touches people's hearts."

Bruce frowned in confusion: "A lot? It's not worth mentioning compared to the 500 million a day for the next few decades."

"..." The girl covered her eyes, "Boss, your wealth and generosity have already blinded me."

Gotham sweetheart smiled friendly, the sky light fell into his eyes, reflecting the deep blue, "I only hope that my wealth and generosity can catch ghosts who like gold coins."

Misty parted her fingers, revealing her dark eyes, "Don't worry, boss, my acting skills are professional! When I meet a reporter, I will definitely describe how much benefits you can get from being your girlfriend, and help you catch her! I'm sorry Your big gold!"

She paused and asked hesitantly, "But, boss, would you mind answering a question for me?"

"what?"

"Just... how do you know I'm a woman?"

"..." The little prince felt uncomfortable for a moment, "I only found out after we met."

"Then you..." Misty suddenly realized and closed her mouth.

Bruce coughed: "You're right. I just need you to tell the reporter how much breakup fee you can get from me. As for gender, it doesn't matter much." Anyway, I don't plan to go to bed.

Men and women are not taboo, this time it is a man, and the next time a woman comes, the same is not taboo.

Misty didn't speak, but gave a thumbs up to Gotham's sweetheart who was going all out.

—she remembered Bruce saying that he had thoughts only about women.

At noon the next day, Misty received the dress from Mr. Wayne—the size she asked from her phone last night.

Misty unfolded it and looked, almost clapping her hands for the soft touch like rosy clouds woven in her hands.

The bean paste pink dress is decorated with layers of tulle that is not cumbersome, and the unfettered bare shoulder design shows the elegant curve of a woman's neck to shoulder.There is no need for broken diamonds and lace to decorate, and the overall look is playful and cute inadvertently everywhere.

Misty took out the scissors, cut off the tag, and tried it on.The girl in the mirror spun around, and flowers bloomed one after another on the edge of the gauze.

She took photos casually and sent them to Uncle Bruce, who replied quickly: I knew it, it suits you very well.Now I just hope that the reporters don't think I'm crazy enough to hit a 16-year-old girl.

cosplay: Don't worry, I have a document to prove that I am 22 years old.

False testimony.

On the other side of the phone, Bruce calmly helped her add.

Still a fake certificate from Gotham.

He didn't intend to investigate the cosplay's identity, but who made her look exactly like Superman's student?

In addition to looking for people during the day, Batman certainly will not forget to investigate a certain superpower who can copy the Kryptonian physique.There is not much information found, only that she first appeared in Gotham, trying to make a living in a peaceful manner, and then suffered the death of her boss one after another in a very unlucky situation, did not get her salary, and even defaulted on her rent for several days.Later, it was unclear how she got the money, and she paid the rent for the whole year, but she didn't live in the rented apartment a few times.

No criminal history.Going to Metropolis is about learning how to use a gun and how to fight.Judging from the monitoring obtained, her marksmanship and fighting skills are indeed from scratch.

Batman typed the words "to be seen" and turned off the computer.

It's time for him to catch up on sleep.I have to go out to entertain in the evening.

... Batman is very glad that he remembered to catch up on his sleep. The clown who had been silent for a long time suddenly jumped out to make trouble. He didn't catch up on sleep, lacked energy, and might overturn.

Although, it is not far from a rollover now.

"Hey, old friend, are you surprised?" The clown put his gun against the sweaty forehead of the hostage, and grinned at the man in the bat suit opposite, "To be honest, I've been planning for today for almost four months. I didn't Wanting to come back so soon, you frantically followed my trail and I was a madman, not a fool. Pity I found out that your little robin bird, the pretty boy who once fell into my trap, was all right? No clown Allow your prey to escape."

Batman didn't say a word, but his clenched fists showed the anger he was trying to suppress.

He can tolerate the clown hurting him constantly, but he will never forgive the clown who wants to hurt the person he cares about.

"Bat, don't you want me to die? I'll give you a chance." The clown smiled strangely. He took out a gun from his pocket and threw it at Batman's feet. "Here, use it and shoot me!"

He exposed his heart, "I promise not to hide."

Batman didn't move.

Ever since his parents were shot, he has a deep aversion to guns and killing people.

"Hey, don't you want to have a word with our Mr. Knight?" The clown tapped the hostage's shoulder with his other hand, his dark green pupils were full of malice, "You are only 15 years old, a better life is not waiting for you, you need to wait for me." It's just the life of a criminal, beg him, let him help you."

The trembling boy's voice was terrified: "Batman, please, save me, I don't want to die!"

The clown giggled: "Ten seconds, if you don't do anything, it will be equivalent to giving up his life, I will shoot!"

The boy was so scared that his voice was sharp: "Help me! Batman! Please! My parents are waiting for me to go home!"

Misty was squatting among the guests, looking for the key to break the situation since the appearance of the clown.

However, all the accessories, even the Kryptonian skin, were defeated by the close distance between the clown and the hostage.

Misty believed that if she, Batman, or anyone else showed any intention of attacking him, he would never hesitate to shoot and send the bullet into the forehead of the hostage-Superman's super speed could not save him.

Out of the corner of her eye, Misty glanced at Batman's clenched fist.He squatted down slowly, intending to compromise.The eyes behind the goggles stared closely at the clown, and the corners of his lips were drawn into a straight line.

Ten seconds is too short, and Batman's principle of not killing is nothing compared to human life in his heart.

Even, who can believe that Batman once said to him calmly, "I won't stop you." when Superman was about to kill Luther with heat vision because of Luthor's shadow on the entire earth?

The Joker never knows, telling Superman: "There are so many ways we can make it look like an accident. It's like he disappeared without a trace on his own."

The Joker thought he knew Batman, but he just "thought". He used his own thinking to interpret Batman's paranoid side, but he didn't know that Batman existed just to laugh at him.

——You will never understand Batman, let alone the justice that Bruce Wayne abides by under the cloak, which is not simply "don't kill".

Misty thought that even if Batman didn't mind giving up the Joker, she wouldn't want the gentle Dark Knight to break her own principles.

Perhaps, she can try to understand the clown's thinking and use "clown" to break the situation.

It was an act of courting death. The clown belonged to an existence that even if Misty was killed before, he would not be able to interpret it. He is too sick. Interpreting his thinking is very likely to drag himself into madness.

"But hey, my dear Mr. Knight, I want to protect your principles."

Misty's voice was so low that only she could hear clearly.

The author has something to say:

About Batman telling Superman that he can help him dispose of the corpse is the plot of "Superman and Batman V1", because "Luthor's shadow on this planet" and what Luthor did did great harm to Superman.

(By the way, I remember this correctly. In fact, the timeline is at the back, but it needs to be used in the text, so I confused the timeline)

And, if it wasn't for Da Chao to hold the master, he would have killed the clown in the death of the family →_→

On Earth 51, even Supergirl and Heroine couldn't stop the master. The master shot the clown in the head, didn't blacken him, and turned the Batcave into the villain's cemetery. [Tan Shou]

[Whispering] The master's not killing is actually not so either-or, he knows it well, when he needs it, he can do it—or find someone else to do it.

For example, I remember that some alien invaded the earth, and he wanted to fight with a bucket because he was afraid that he would not be able to kill the killer. 【bucket:? ? ? 】

It is true that the principle of not killing is the master's rule, but he never asks others not to kill [but he will prevent others from killing indiscriminately]. He is Batman, not a false father.

Moreover, not killing is to respect the law and life.My personal interpretation of the master is that when it is necessary to [make the best of both worlds], he can abandon the principle_(:з」∠)_

In addition, Batman kills ≠ blackening.Master is not that fragile [whispers]