Is boyfriend the dark knight today? [Comprehensive British and American]

The visitor's hair was neatly combed, and a pair of large black-rimmed glasses were placed on his face.He was dressed neatly in a suit, but because he was one size bigger than the other party, he looked a little loose.Tall, but slightly hunchbacked, he looks like an ordinary office worker.

"Of course." Bruce pressed his throbbing head and sat up straight.

"I thought you were about to fall from the sky wearing a red cloak." His voice was so low that no one around him could hear the man's words except for the alien with unusual hearing.

Clark smiled at Bruce, but didn't answer.

"I'm about to leave, you can do what you want." He said in a normal voice, then stood up, walked around the two girls at the next table, went to the cashier to pay for the cup, and left on his own.

……

The fluttering red cape hung down from above, and Superman landed in front of Bruce, his toes gently tapping the ground.

"Long time no see, B."

Bruce smiled: "You didn't change your clothes on purpose, did you?"

"Everyone is worried about you," Superman said, ignoring Bruce's teasing.

"Who did you notify?"

"Not yet." He said, "Suddenly I heard your heartbeat, so I rushed over here." As he spoke, Superman suddenly tilted his head, as if he was listening to something.

"Wait a moment." He dropped a sentence, and the whole person quickly disappeared from Bruce's eyes.

The man shook his head habitually, leaning back against the wall behind him.The bumpy touch on the back of his head was like a massage, which gradually calmed down the throbbing blood vessels in his brain.

Bruce remembered everything.

The situation seems to be much better than he imagined before, his social relationship is fairly simple, and there is no such thing as an "old lover" that he had imagined; but the situation is much worse than he imagined before, at least, Bruce didn't think he'd be Batman...the kind with an Arkham as a drag bottle.

The worst-case scenario in his plan is nothing more than government agents or mercenary killers and the like-Dawn's world doesn't have superheroes, urban vigilantes and the like, so Bruce didn't consider this situation, of course Hell, all the plans he made before...whether it was PlanA-Z or the follow-up [-] were all meaningless.

But now is not the time to think about relationships.

When he accidentally fell into Dawn's time and space, the matter of world fusion has indeed been noticed, but the relevant research results have not yet come out.The most important thing now is naturally to understand the problem of world integration.

Within a few minutes, Superman flew back again.

"You Gotham criminals are so active," he said with a bit of complaint. "Are you going back to Gotham now or are you going to meet Stark?"

"Back to Gotham." Bruce didn't hesitate.

As soon as the words fell, the red cloak covered his head and face.

Clark tightened the corners and corners to make sure that Bruce was tightly wrapped, and then he picked up the large package and flew straight to Gotham.

Bruce: "..."

Although he knew that this was a protective measure to prevent himself from being overwhelmed by Superman's flying speed, or being blown into a popsicle by the wind.But every time I do this, can't I just say hello...

The two landed in Wayne Manor.

The red cloak was lifted off and put back on Superman, messing up a few strands of hair on the top of Bruce's head.

"I don't know much about the fusion of worlds, but Stark seems to have come to a conclusion, you can ask him for details." Superman said, and nodded to Bruce, "If you have any trouble, call me anytime." Then, he disappeared without a sound.

Bruce glanced at his watch—it was still the time for a certain reporter to go to work, and he didn't know why the other party disappeared for ten minutes.

He stretched out his hands to tidy up the curled hair on the top of his head, and the butler finally walked out of the entrance hall of Wayne Manor.

"Master Wayne," Alfred didn't delve into what Bruce had experienced at this time, "it's another great adventure, isn't it?" He said with a smile.

Bruce stood still.

Because of the flight just now, his original neat clothes looked a little messy, and he looked a little embarrassed.

The current scene seems to have returned to the time when Alfred came to pick him up just after he finished his wandering life a few years ago.This feeling that no matter how long you leave, there will be someone waiting for you in that place is really good.

"Why are you still standing there, sir?" asked the butler, "waiting for me to give you a hug?"

The young man smiled and stepped forward: "It's good to see you again, Afu." He hugged his housekeeper.

"Welcome home, Master Wayne." The butler returned him a hug.

Bruce was let into the house.

Wayne Manor was still the same as it was before he left, not even the slightest change in the furnishings - although only half a year had passed, it was still too early to talk about changes.But the decor, which is still spotless, still shows how meticulously the housekeeper has taken care of the house during the absence of the manor owner.

"Is Gotham okay?"

The sound of the footsteps of the butler going to get drinks came to his ears, Bruce looked at a painting hanging on the wall, and asked Alfred casually.

"I personally think it's pretty good." Alfred said, handing the tray holding the cup to Bruce, so that he can get the cup with just a lift of his hand. "Many people say that Gotham has become much safer recently."

Bruce nodded. He did hear the two girls at the next table mention this before he recovered his memory, so he was even more curious about the situation in Gotham.The cup was handed to him, and Bruce took a sip from the cup.

He coughed loudly: "Afu—"

The old butler smiled calmly: "Milk can provide you with the nutrition you need, sir. You can't just drink coffee willfully, it's not good for your body."

Thinking of how few times he has been dipped in milk in the past six months, Bruce couldn't help being silent.

It has to be said that having a butler who knows his habits so well can be sweet torture at times.

"But I don't need calcium supplements—" he protested, "I'm not injured, and I don't need protein supplements."

"That's a good thing, I'm happy for you." The butler said, and passed the tray to Bruce again.

"..." Bruce pursed his mouth invisibly, picked up the cup and drank the white liquid inside, "I will never drink this next time." He said, sipping the milk on his lips.

The housekeeper just keeps a perfect smile.

"Who is helping to manage Gotham?" Bruce asked instead of the topic of milk.Anyway, he didn't believe that when he was not around, those people in Arkham would stay in their room obediently and not come out to make trouble.

"It was Mr. Kent, and Mr. Stark and Miss Romanov also helped a lot."

"Superman? Stark and Romanoff—" Bruce repeated.

He couldn't imagine how these three people could help maintain law and order in Gotham.

If nothing else, just imagine Stark arriving in Gotham in that striking armor — that's not the same style at all.

"In fact, Mr. Kent is responsible for the contribution, and Mr. Stark and Ms. Romanov just provide some technical support." Mr. Butler explained.

"Technical support?" Bruce felt as if he had become a repeater.He believed that Superman helped maintain law and order in Gotham, but with Superman, what technical support is needed?Super hearing alone is enough for the other party to monitor the situation in Gotham all the time.

"That was Mr. Stark's proposal." Alfred explained, "He proposed to let Mr. Kent pretend to be Batman, so that no one would think that Batman disappeared. Ms. Romanoff was just talking about how to disguise." Offered a little help."

"..."

"What a genius proposal." Bruce finally choked out this sentence.

"Yes, I think so too. Mr. Kent, it turns out, is quite capable of the job."

"Where's the kryptonite?" he asked, "I remember that some of the clowns have kryptonite. They didn't realize that it wasn't me?"

"Oh, they took this into consideration." Alfred said, "Mr. Stark specially designed a set of armor for Mr. Kent that resembles Batman's appearance to ensure that he will also have fighting power when he meets kryptonite."

"..."

Bruce really can't think of that scene.

Forgive his barren imagination, but even considering Agent Romanov's outstanding camouflage abilities, he can really only imagine Iron Man's armor with cat ears growing out of it, and a cape hanging from his back.

——At least I hope that the armor will continue to be black from before.Bruce didn't have the slightest confidence in Stark's color matching level, and he felt that the other party might really use some strange colors on purpose...

He said with difficulty: "Sounds like a great solution."

Alfred didn't seem to notice how against Bruce's words, he stood beside him and smiled: "Yes, I remember you said that Batman is just a symbol, I think maybe this is a way worth considering."

"What Gotham needs is not you working hard alone, you have friends and like-minded people." The housekeeper worried about Mr. Wayne's social circle every day, "This city doesn't need you to use your life to maintain it. .”

"After all, flesh and blood will always grow old." He persuaded.

Bruce was at a loss for words again...

Although he still didn't think it would be a good idea to hand over the task of night patrol to other people as Mr. Steward said, Gotham was indeed much more peaceful than before in the past six months, which made him unable to refute.

Why, it feels like it's just a trip, and Afu's combat effectiveness has increased by QAQ.

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Flag: Be sure to finish coding the second update owed today! ! ! ! !Before I finish coding, I will live broadcast the Brucey boat show! ! ! !For Brucey's virginity!Duck! ! ! ! !

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The last facial expression is my bad taste.

Today's Bruce still refuses milk :)