[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

Since Ada knew nothing about Bruce's routines, this meal can be regarded as a feast for both guests and hosts.The two talked very happily, and they hated seeing each other late, and they couldn't bear to separate until they entered the parking lot.Bruce drove her all the way to her own car.

"Seriously, Bruce, you have to come to Gotham University's library donation ceremony tomorrow."

Ada opened the car door and looked at Bruce sincerely.

"You can't always pretend that those good things have nothing to do with you. I know how much you have paid for this donation project. Without your relationship, I couldn't get so many high-quality book resources, especially there are many out-of-print books in it. Books. You should really accept your gratitude."

For some reason, upon hearing her words, the smile on Bruce Wayne's lips disappeared.Maybe it was her illusion, a gloomy emotion passed over his face at that moment, like the shadow of wings cast by a crow flying by, casting a layer of haze on those blue eyes.

But in the next second, he laughed again, as cynical as ever, shrugged his shoulders, and his tone was full of bohemian.

"You'd better take this kind of trouble, I can't stand it." He shuddered vividly, "Imagine, an enthusiastic female college student—or male high school student, elementary school student, whatever— — rushed forward and held your hand tightly, shaking it with such force that it would dislocate your hand, while shouting something like 'Thank you, dear lady——!'"

When he said that sentence, he deliberately sharpened his voice, hugged himself very tightly, shook off ten layers of non-existent goosebumps, and showed an exaggerated disgust.

"Oh, my God, I feel like I'm going crazy just imagining this scene. Only you can stand this." He paused dramatically at this point, casting a suspicious look on Ada's face On, "Wait, you don't want me to go just because you want to find someone to share this with you."

Ada watched him act with a smile all the time, raised her eyebrows when she saw this, and put her hands together in a dramatic way, and started to play against him.

"Oh, my dear Bruce, it hurts my heart to say that. Don't you know what I am?"

She sighed exaggeratedly, forcing this sentence out of the flavor of an aria.Then she scrunched up her face, trying to assume the ruthlessness of an old English housekeeper, and halfway through the tension she couldn't help herself from laughing.

"Yes, if I'm going to suffer there, you must be there too."

"Oh, my dear friend..." Bruce had a sweet smile on his face, "Don't even think about it."

"Please, Bruce—"

Ada smiled and sat in her driver's seat, but before she could finish speaking, the smile on her face froze suddenly.

"Bruce..."

She trembled slightly when she heard her own voice.

Something was placed under her driver's seat.

Moreover, there is still a ticking, almost inaudible sound.

"Do me a favor."

She smiled stiffly.

"Call the police, I feel like I'm sitting on a bomb."

An obvious fact is that Bruce also found out about this.He immediately leaned over and lowered his head to check the situation under the driver's seat. After a few seconds, he raised his head.

"The sensor-triggered bomb will explode as soon as it leaves. There is a 3-minute countdown."

At this moment, what appeared on his face was no longer the usual frivolous look of a playboy, but an extremely gloomy expression, and his tensed jaw showed a cold and tough line.

But in contrast, he was holding her hand. He probably didn't even know how tightly he was holding it, so hard that she felt pain.

"I need tools to handle this. I'm going to get them now."

He explained succinctly, and squeezed her hand hard, like a silent promise, like a powerful confession.

"I'm going away for 30 seconds, counting this, I'll definitely be back in 30 seconds. Start now."

Almost the moment he spoke, Bruce Wayne disappeared in front of her.

29.

Ada froze in place, her mind went blank for a moment.

27.

Will he leave me?Will he come back?Is he not lying to me?

22.

No, I have to trust him, even if I don’t trust AI, I still have to trust the Bruce Wayne I’ve known all along.He is not that kind of person.

15.

He'll be back, he'll be back—fuck!How long did I just count?

7.

After all, which fucking [beep——][beep——][beep——] put the bomb on my mother’s car? !I'm going to pull the [beep] out of that turtle grandson's throat and tie him to the sky-changing monkey and send him to the sky, let him blow up into a firework and throw his ashes away to me [beep——] His uncle——

3.

"Spread your legs!"

2.

It was his voice that rushed back earlier than Bruce's footsteps, and Ida was about to squirt back the tears that roared with this voice.But fortunately, her body reacted faster than her brain, so she subconsciously followed the other party's words.

And her dull brain was still immersed in that sentence just now.

... What did he say? ? ?

1.

A piercing cold air passed through her open legs and sprayed directly on the display screen of the bomb, freezing the beating countdown to death and the tick-tock countdown.

Only then did the AI's insincere voice sound: "Oh, I'm sorry for the wrong translation, he asked you to move your legs away."

Ada: "........."

In fact, her English is terrible, and her oral English is even worse. The communication basically depends on the simultaneous interpretation of Chinese to English and English to Chinese that comes with AI.She used to think that this translation function is really worthy of the cutting-edge technology of the interstellar universe's super-advanced AI.

If the dog didn't mean it, she'd eat the bomb.

After being interrupted like this, the feeling that she was about to cry out of fright also subsided.Ada shrank her legs, avoiding the frightening air-conditioning, subconsciously looked up at Bruce.

"what is that?"

"Liquid nitrogen. Can destroy electronic components, rendering them temporarily inoperable."

Did Ada understand, but this did not prevent her from being aware of a problem—would ordinary people keep liquid nitrogen spray guns in their car trunks?

Bruce Wayne squatted down to observe the bomb. He didn't know how he confirmed its status, but his behavior just now seemed to have successfully stopped it.

A pair of strong arms embraced Ada, and carefully carried her out of the driver's seat.After both of them got away from the dead car, they breathed a long sigh of relief.

It was only then that Ada realized that she was still hugging the other party's neck tightly. She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but she only twitched because her whole body was frightened and limp.As if interpreting her action as a panic attack, Bruce skillfully stretched out a hand, stroked the back of her neck gently, and combed her long hair with his fingers, just like comforting a frightened cat .

"It's okay, it's okay, girl. You're safe. It's okay... It's okay."

Small kisses and soft whispers fell on her temples together, and he comforted her.The other hand was lifted up from her waist, patting her back unfamiliarly, as if she was still a little girl.

... as if he was still a little boy.

Those unfamiliar pats landed on her back, like a little boy who saw his companion frightened but didn't know how to comfort her. Ada even had a vague feeling that this person might be there too. Scared.

What are you afraid of?

she does not know.

But just such a vague feeling has injected a lot of strength into her.

Bruce suddenly felt the stiff body in his arms stretch out, the slender shoulders of the young girl stretched out, her soft arms wrapped around him, her slender and warm hands hugged his shoulders, and the temple hair gently brushed against his neck. Rubbed.

Then he heard her voice, gentle, firm, and brave.

"I'm fine. Don't worry," she said. "Thank you, Bruce."

—she was comforting him.

Bruce Wayne actually felt a little funny for a moment.

But after being funny, a faint sourness came up again.

—she was actually comforting him.

"I called the police by the way when I went to get my things."

But in the end that was all he said.

This is the Diamond District, not too far from GCPD (Gotham City Police Headquarters), not to mention that this time a Britannia and a Wayne were attacked together - he thought ironically - GCPD dispatched the police The speed must be very optimistic.

In other words, he still has 2 minutes to 5 minutes to get first-hand information from Euphemia. As for whether it is 2 minutes or 5 minutes, it depends on whether the policemen are in a car or a rocket.

"Have you any suspects?" he asked.

The woman, whose face was still pale, was silent for two seconds, and gave him a name that surprised him but didn't surprise him.

"...Falcone."

Great, one of the two most powerful mafias in Gotham at the moment, the Falcone family.It's no surprise that these evildoers would put a bomb under the driver's seat of a young lady.

The only question is, what did she do to make them want to put a bomb under the driver's seat of Miss Brittania?

"Why do you think it's them?" he asked.

She hesitated for a while before opening her mouth: "They want to use the foundation to launder money. They said they want to maintain the 'good cooperation' with us...I refused."

What an unsurprising answer.

Bruce Wayne sighed.

"Euphemia..."

He originally wanted to say that even if you are the eldest lady of the Brittany family, you shouldn't offend a mafia like this.This is very dangerous.This is Gotham, and it's going to invite you to the wild revenge you never thought possible.What would you do if I wasn't here this time?

But he looked at her face and suddenly couldn't speak again.

He thought, what's wrong with her?

Is it a fault to refuse to turn one's own charitable foundation into a money laundering tool of the Mafia?Is unwillingness to join forces with criminals something to be condemned?If everyone "knows the current affairs" and everyone "smartly" succumbs to power and evil, will Gotham still be saved?

So in the end, he didn't say anything to blame, but just gently rubbed her head.

"...it'll be all right," he said.

Yes.she will be fine.

he thinks.

That's why he's back here—back to Gotham, back to this place of crime.

He will be a barrier.

At that moment, he saw the dark figure again.The black bat that broke through the glass and rushed towards him...

A barrier between the worst people in Gotham and the public.

The author has something to say:

The last sentence is the original line.

That's how the Master defines himself—to himself, Batman isn't a superhero.

Well, to himself.

PS: Because some people may misunderstand, I would like to make a special statement. The master did not come up with this idea for the heroine, he made up his mind a long time ago.It's just that what happened to the heroine will make him more determined, because good people shouldn't encounter such things.

PPS: While I know most people have no problem with reading comprehension, I'm going to have to prepare an anti-bar statement.