New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

Your eyes meet.

You look at him blankly.

You are different from everyone else here.Maybe Peter knows he is Batman as much as you do, but he doesn't know Gotham, let alone Bruce's life experience.

But you, as a bystander, watched the lives of the superheroes.

You know that he always plays the image of an ignorant playboy in public, you know that he has no interest in those vulgar women, and you know that the behavior of those beauties who smile and spend a lot of money is just a way for him to cover up.So you can't gossip about Bruce's tidbits the way everyone else does.

You know that he obviously doesn't have any superpowers, but he guards the dark and crumbling Gotham with his own power, because it is his hometown; you know that he always punishes evil in the dark, even if he is already scarred; Knowing that he is actually so inarticulate under the playboy appearance, and has a higher and stronger heart defense than others.So you have eternal admiration for him.

Of course you don't know what kind of relationship you have with Bruce Wayne as a heartthrob in this world, but you decided to adapt this time.

When his tea-gray eyes look at you, they change.The originally overflowing soft and slutty emotions disappeared in an instant and turned deep.

You know, that's Batman's look.

His absent-minded state lasted less than half a minute, and he quickly switched back to the role of the prodigal son he played just now.Holding the beautiful women in his arms again, he broke through the crowd and walked to the podium.

In fact, people with a little sharp eyes will find that Bruce's hands are placed on their soft waists in a gentlemanly manner, instead of fumbling around with hunger, thirst, and patience.

This is also the confusion of women in the entertainment industry.He was obviously such a rich and powerful person, but he just called himself out to have fun together... It was really just a literal meaning.After finishing the work, spend some money, make a film, open some resources, etc...

So Gotham rumored that Bruce actually had a white moonlight in his heart that he could never forget, and what was even more exaggerated was that some people said that he was a broken sleeve.In short, he is a rich man with an eccentric personality.

You watched him pass by you, slowly walking towards the destination.Then everyone was forced to watch him write huge checks to these women.

His superpowers make him rich.

I saw Bruce hugged the woman's shoulders loosely, lowered his head slightly and said something in the ear of one of the long-haired women, which amused her, and the other one next to him showed a coquettish expression of dissatisfaction, and then clenched his fists tightly. . affectionately tapped his chest.

Liz ran to you at some point, pointed at the woman next to Bruce, and said to you: "Hey, look, she looks so similar to you!"

"Stop joking, Liz." You stared at the figure of the woman not far away and her companions leaving side by side with checks in their hands, and countless conjectures emerged in your mind.But you can't remember the face of the woman in Bruce's arms anyway, let her face that may be somewhat similar to yours be blown away by the wind.

You have no time to think about whether Liz's words are true or not, and now your eyes are like most people's, and the destination is Bruce Wayne.

Bruce, who dismissed his female companions, had the same expression on his face as he usually showed in public, but the slightly frivolous expression couldn't get into his upright and boundless face no matter what.In short, he has a degree of swinging without making people feel obviously uncomfortable.

Liz peeked at you, her eyes followed you, she looked forward with the same concentration, and snorted slightly dissatisfied.

In fact, she wanted to say, "That woman is not as beautiful as you."

Bruce adjusted the position of the microphone.Only at this moment of lowering his head, the playful smile that had been on his face all this time would gradually fade away, a layer of coldness floated in the faintly warm smile, and his thin lips were slightly pursed into a firm smile. The arc - this is the frame where he's most Batman-like during the day.

You watch him.

Another quarter of an hour was wasted—this time the restless group never showed the same impatience.They were so curious about this well-known playboy that they wanted to glue their eyes to him.Just watching Bruce stand there quietly, one can get a sense of supreme satisfaction.

You shoved your hands into your coat pockets, flexed your muscles, and hesitated to squat down at the same time.

You are usually fine, but if you stand for a long time, your stomach will hurt. The doctor said it is a symptom of gastroptosis.

Just when you hesitated and stretched out your hand to rub your stomach, he finally raised his head and scanned the dark crowd, even an extroverted girl jumped up behind the crowd and waved to him.The man's black satin-like skin gleamed in the pale sunlight.

I don't know if it's your delusion, but when he was looking at you, those lingering eyes stayed on your body for a little longer intentionally or unintentionally.And by extension more melancholy.

The gloomy look was fleeting, and soon he began this long-delayed speech.

"Mr. Wayne, I love you! Can you give me an autograph?" The strange girl's voice sounded so crisp, and her eyebrows condensed into a slightly curved arc with the stretch of expression.

The crowd started booing again, but Bruce smiled good-naturedly and winked at her, "Of course, but after the speech."

After the strange girl got an affirmative answer, she couldn't help but cheered, and at the same time showed off to her companions with a showy look, "Look, I said yes, right? I'll cheat him a few million by then. , I will send it!"

The details of this insane conversation flow into your ears, but you don't even have the energy to lift your eyes.

The little spider was originally looking ahead, but the moment he turned his head to look at you, the happy smile disappeared and was replaced by deep worry.

Even your lips are white, and you seem to be very uncomfortable. Any gust of wind can knock you down.

He quickly asked: "What's the matter with you, are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Liz also noticed, she was a little worried, echoed Peter, and helped you by the way.

You shook your head, "I'm fine."

"But—" Peter's doubts were still not dispelled.

"I'm really fine, maybe I just didn't sleep well last night." You pulled out a pale smile, which seemed to make him feel more worried.

"If I have something to do, I will definitely call you, don't worry!" You saw what he was thinking, and said out loud.

The boy murmured, "Okay then..."

At the same time, he was still staring at you with his pair of brown eyes that were the same color as his hair, as if to confirm that you were really okay.

But you stretched out your hand and forcibly twisted his posture, making him look ahead instead of you.

You are probably the kind of person who seems to be fine on the surface, but occasionally is troubled by this kind of disease that can't die if it doesn't happen normally.Based on your experience, it won't hurt when you sit in the classroom later, so there is no need to bother others.

I have to say that Bruce Wayne is really a person who is good at cutting himself.

What kind of him is the real him?

"To be honest, I'm not here today to let you listen to the dull, full of official speech written by Mr. Fox - I believe you are all outstanding talents who will show their skills in the science and technology competition. As Bruce said, he picked up the manuscript on the stage and tore it up.The swirling pieces of paper fell like snowflakes.

"But I have to tell you something else." Bruce's faint smile appeared again. "October 10st, Halloween, there is an event in Gotham. Desserts and delicacies are constantly available, and many fun event settings, I hope you all Could come. After all maybe not every one of you wants to be in the tech race, but you'd all quite like to come to Gotham, wouldn't you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the plane flew over Midtown High School, dropping thousands of admission tickets.

Everyone was interested in what he said, and they all bent over to pick it up.

Another reason is that the Halloween event organized by the Gotham Wayne Group is essentially to help more children and people.Those slum citizens with Gotham City household registration generally don't need to spend money to go in and eat to their heart's content, while the price of ordinary admission tickets is relatively high, and ordinary students who eat dirt every day cannot afford it.Therefore, those entertainment facilities that are exquisitely constructed and difficult to see at ordinary times, such as wine and wine luminous glasses, can only exist in their imagination.Besides, they also want to see if Gotham is really as turbulent as the "New York Times" said.

But now...the entrance tickets are given out for free, it is really blissful.

You don't have any special reaction to the admission tickets, but the little spider is excited and has won several admission tickets-of course, you must be among them.

"Okay, now Ned, Aunt May, and Mr. Stark have them all!" Peter smiled and handed you another one, but it was snatched within three seconds after it was handed over to you.

When your hands are empty, you can really look at the person.

This person looks familiar.Look, it turned out to be the girl who just asked Bruce for his autograph.

There was a little displeasure on Peter's face. He looked at the girl with a bad attitude and said, "Why are you robbing—"

You suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes and interrupted him, "It's okay." There was no ugly or embarrassing look on your face.The main reason is that you have always been uninterested in this kind of activity... Besides, with your embarrassing position, there is really no need to go to the muddy waters of Gotham.

New York alone can leave you scratching your head.

For this admission ticket that you don't care much about, you really don't have any extra emotions to express.So you seem more forgiving.

The girl glances at you.She's taller than you, and like Liz, she's a dark-skinned beauty.But now, to you, the way she looks at you with arrogance is repulsive.

This person's hostility towards you is inexplicable, she left with her head held high after saying "You're sensible".A common winner's gesture.

Peter tries to stand up for you, but you grab his wrist.He didn't know how to react to such an intimate gesture suddenly.

It's almost noon, and the sun shines through the cumulus clouds and floats faintly in the air.

As the saying goes, the sun in autumn and winter is like the lamp in the refrigerator, the light is useless.The sunlight was too weak, and you didn't feel any warmth worth talking about, but you would shiver when the wind blew.

The crowd did not completely disperse, but gathered in twos and threes to discuss next month's Halloween carnival night.

And those stereo surround sounds you feel are sometimes clear and sometimes muffled around you, and you may be underestimating your own emergencies.