[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

When Bruce Wayne woke up from his dream, it was rare that he was not awakened by the sunlight that Alfred opened the curtains.

It took a bit of willpower to break free from the seal of the bed, rubbed his face and got up to wash up.

Ten minutes later, when Bruce Wayne sat at the dining table refreshed and flipped through the morning newspaper, Alfred raised his eyebrows at him while bringing out the breakfast.

"Master Bruce, you seem to have slept well recently."

"really."

Dick Grayson had already gone to school by this point.There were only the old butler and him at home, Bruce Wayne took a sip of coffee and nodded slightly.

"It seems that the previous psychological counseling worked well?" Alfred looked at Bruce's expression calmly, and made a new judgment, "I think that lady counselor must have successfully entered your heart. Brings you peace and tranquility, Master Bruce."

"Cough-cough-"

Bruce Wayne choked on his coffee.He hurriedly grabbed the napkin to cover his mouth, and looked up at his old housekeeper.The other party slightly raised his eyebrows and looked over, without a trace of narrow expression on his face, but with a slight smile in his eyes.This made Bruce Wayne subconsciously look away, avoiding the old butler's knowing eyes.

"Alfred..."

He seemed to want to ask "how do you know", but he didn't ask.The old British butler nodded slightly, as if he had fully understood the master's meaning.

"Next time, please don't eat donuts in the Batmobile. The crumbs of the snacks are hard to take care of." The old butler said nonchalantly, "Of course, eating on the gargoyle is not a good choice."

Of course Alfred knew.Alfred knows everything.

Bruce Wayne wiped his hair with his hands indiscriminately, and coughed lightly again.

"It's... just a thank you, you understand, Alfred." He put down his hand, and unconsciously loosened his tie, "I apologize for the cleaning of the Batmobile... I will next time Pay attention."

The old butler just nodded slowly again, repeating the words in his words.

"--next time."

"..."

Bruce Wayne had never felt so mocking in his old butler's Cockney accent.

"Don't show such an expression, Master Bruce." On the contrary, Alfred smiled slightly, and comforted him in turn, "I'm glad to see that you have close friends of the opposite sex. Relaxed social relationships."

There were lines of relief in the corners of the old housekeeper's eyes, and a soothing and subtle smile.

"What's more, apart from Master Dick and I, this is the first time I've seen someone who can get along happily with both of your identities. I believe that Master Thomas will also be very pleased to see you have such a pleasant time. Relationship."

"I don't have any plans for that yet."

Bruce Wayne raised the sandwich, covered his expression a little, and then took a big bite, trying to use his praise of the old butler's craftsmanship to lead this topic full of marriage urging.

"The bacon is nicely fried, Alfred."

"Thank you for your praise of my craftsmanship, Master Bruce." Alfred nodded, "I plan to clean up the guest room on the east side for entertaining guests, what do you think, Master Bruce?"

This sentence is basically asking the owner of Wayne Manor when will he bring the girl back.

Bruce Wayne's fingers holding the sandwich tightened unnaturally twice, and it took a moment before he randomly stuffed the sandwich into his mouth.

"I didn't even know..." He shrugged exaggeratedly, "Alfred, you are still so interested in my interpersonal relationship."

"Actually, I'm not the only one interested." Alfred added another cup of coffee for him, "Master Dick has asked several times 'Who is the person Bruce detours to see every night'. Although I understand you don't want to Let Master Dick be exposed to too much magical knowledge and be involved, but if you continue like this, Master Dick will probably go to see the lady of the Britannia family by himself."

"...I'll tell Dick when I get a chance."

Bruce Wayne's eyes fell on the morning newspaper he was reading earlier, and he frowned subconsciously.

The headline on the front page of the newspaper was the news that Schneizel E. Britannia officially inherited the Britannia Consortium.In the photo, the silent face of the man is handsome and elegant, with a slight smile on his face, but still seems to be separated from others by a long distance.

Bruce Wayne is still unable to judge whether this matter is good or bad.

Schneizel is an extremely contradictory and complicated man. He doesn't seem to have any clear personal likes and dislikes. His feelings and attitudes seem to be hidden in the clouds, ambiguous, and maybe even he himself can't tell them apart.

It is true that he is not as cold and crazy as his father Charles, but it cannot be said that he is safe.

...Let's see.

Batman thought calmly.

And what best reflects Schneizel's ambiguous characteristic is his attitude towards Nunnally.

For this half-sister who lived outside in the early years, he did not hesitate to use it, but also showed great concern in other places.

Even after inheriting the Britannia family, Schneizel did not recognize the younger sister.But at the same time, Bruce found out that he had set up another personal fund for Nunnally Lampelucci in his own name, which she could use as needed.While not dragging this younger sister back into the power struggle of the Britannia family, it also provided her with abundant material support.

Bruce Wayne looked away from the morning paper, and ate the buttered omelet sprinkled with black pepper in front of him without expression.

But...is your spirit much better?

Bruce Wayne thought of Alfred's previous evaluation, and the knife and fork in his hand paused slightly.

Indeed, the quality of his sleep has improved a lot recently.

Maybe it's because of the spiritual connection with Nunnally.While getting rid of those lingering nightmares, it also allowed him to fall into a deep sleep.

Plus she gave the key to her dream world last night...

In other words, not only did she not mean to pry into his spiritual world, but she opened up her subconscious world for him, hoping that he could have a good rest in the amusement park of her dreams.

Bruce Wayne turned the silver fork lightly, and for a moment he couldn't tell what kind of thoughts were churning in his mind.

Unexpectedly, he remembered the amusement park in her dream again.

...does she like amusement parks?

It wasn't hard for Bruce Wayne to imagine why Nunnally Lampelucci would build such an amusement park in her dreams.

——What you can’t get is the best.

See, she had even told him the answer directly.

Bruce recalled how she ran around in her dreams, she was always more lively and willful in her dreams than in reality, as if those repressed natures were released in dreams, even her laughter was more indulgent Some.

She would never be able to run like that in reality.Nor will it make such a hearty laugh.

Dispelling the magic hint returned her time, but the life that was destroyed would not return, like her legs.

A girl who has been in a wheelchair since she was six years old has no chance of standing up again.

Bruce had carefully read her medical report. Although Britannia's technology managed to save her legs from a large-caliber bullet and save the six-year-old girl from being amputated, but for the bones The damage to the nerves is irreversible.

Part of Nunnally V. Brittania's bones have been replaced with artificial bones, and internal fixation nails have been implanted to maintain her normal life.Worst of all was the damage to her internal organs from the attack, which left her even more vulnerable than normal.While someone had been doing core exercises for her, muscle atrophy was an inevitable outcome for a girl who had been in a wheelchair for over a decade.

Even now it is too late to start fitting her with an exoskeleton.In these most critical years of growth, her body has forever missed the opportunity to stand up again.

She can only run in her dreams.

And most of the projects in the amusement park are forbidden to people with disabilities like her to play, because her safety cannot be guaranteed, because there is a high risk.

So she can only build an amusement park for herself in her dreams.

When thinking of this, a thought suddenly jumped into Bruce Wayne's mind.

"Alfred."

He put down the knife and fork, and called his old housekeeper.

"Do me a favor. Go and discuss with the largest amusement park in Gotham City. I want to book a day, anonymous. Try not to associate with Bruce Wayne."

This time Alfred raised his eyebrows extraordinarily high, but the thin and tall old British butler didn't make any comments on it, just nodded calmly and calmly, and then accepted the meaning of this Said to be quite a difficult task.

"I see, Master Bruce."

He stepped back a little, then turned around and planned to leave, but before officially leaving, Alfred paused again, turned his head slightly, and showed a senior smile to the young master he had seen since he was a child.

"Have a good time in advance, Master Bruce."

"…………"

Bruce Wayne picked up the coffee cup silently, covering his expression.

You see, that's the downside of having an old butler who's been in your house since you were a little kid and knows everything about you.

No matter how good you are at acting and how good you are at lying, don't even think you can fool his eyes.

Thinking of this, Bruce lowered his head and took a big sip of coffee.

——He decided to take Nunnally to an amusement park in reality.

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There is still a lot of sugar, eat as much as you want.

There will be big sugar tomorrow, I will try my best to see if I can post a 6K chapter directly.