[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] Gotham is a master of women's clothing

Bruce Wayne doesn't quite know what he's doing wrong.

Especially when he was sitting at the highest level of his company, and it was rare to see him actually working.

What else could he have done wrong?

There was a knocking sound on the glass behind him.

Just now, he had already ignored the sound of two knocks on the glass, but the other party obviously did not allow him to "accidentally" miss hearing it. Poor Bruce quickly went through the suspicious list in his mind, and found that his old opponent didn't seem to have any Such a polite presence.

Even the most bumbling riddlers prefer to break through windows instead of very polite knock, knock, knock.

What else could Bruce do?

He could only resign himself to turning his head to see where the genius came from, and decided that if it was Superman who came to make trouble, he would stab him directly with green kryptonite.

Gotham smiled at him in a dark tuxedo.

"Mr. Wayne."

Does Gotham know that Batman is Bruce Wayne?

For sure.

"First meeting, I'm Gotham."

However, Gotham made a self-introduction, as if the two really met for the first time.

Facing Gotham, who was obviously playing dumb, Bruce fell silent.

After a brief struggle, the poor dandy took a deep breath.

He tried to make the smile on his face a little more real, and then opened the French windows, so that this weird person outside could invade his office.

After all, it's really rude to ask a lady to blow cold air outside, isn't it?

Bruce thought with a stomach ache.

With Gotham's thoughtful or threatening smile, Bruce could only pretend that he didn't know the real gender of this big guy.

"Good evening, lady? Would you like something to drink?"

With that said, he turned around and went to the minibar not far away, and took out two goblets.

Alcohol always solves 90% of social problems, so have a second drink if necessary.

This is Bruce Baby's life testimonial.

As for whether the city will be drunk or not, it is not within the scope of Bruce's consideration.

"whisky."

Bruce hesitated for about two seconds, then turned to him with the glass in his hand and asked, "Do you want to drink directly?"

Bartending is too difficult for him, this bar is just a decoration.Moreover, since he was holding a goblet, why did he order whiskey?Can't we just order some red wine or something?

Gotham had already walked in front of him, and Bruce almost bumped into him when he turned around.

Holding the wine glass in one hand and the bottle in the other, the playboy thought about his "set" combat effectiveness, and it seemed unlikely that he would kick Gotham again.

Besides, the distance between the two is less than half a step, so it is more convenient to raise your leg and use your knee to strike a certain part of the opponent.

The breath of Gotham is the breath of Gotham Night Breeze.

Even in the hot summer, it is cold and choking, with the unique bitter taste of the sea.

It was like a kiss.

In just a short time, the other party's breath successfully invaded the entire respiratory system, as if being embraced by Gotham, Bruce Wayne felt uncontrollably in a trance, as if he was gently pulled by the other party , the spiritual world began to falter.

He quickly concentrated and found that Gotham had stepped back a little with a smile.

"That's fine."

Gotham didn't care about the messy images rushing through Bruce's mind at all, he held Bruce's wrist and guided him to pour wine into the goblet.

Then he took the cup away and returned to the window, sipping the light-colored liquid in the cup while admiring the dark night outside.

"Humans stipulate etiquette and classify, but for the city, it doesn't matter what is used to carry it, what is important is the thing itself." It sounds like Gotham has something to say.

Bruce put down the bottle.

He didn't pour himself a glass, but stared at the background of Gotham where he could see the firm lines of the shoulder armor, and asked with an inquiring taste: "Is there anything you care about in a city?"

Gotham looked at the night scene.

"Do you care about the nails you cut off?" Gotham replied with a rhetorical question: "But, you will care about your internal organs or main blood vessels, don't you?"

He beckoned, beckoning Bruce Wayne to come closer.

It had cleared up outside at some point, and a full moon hung high, shining on the night sky of Gotham.

Gotham is uncommonly quiet tonight.

the night of the second day.

Batman's car speeds down the streets of Gotham.

Just now, a huge explosion broke the tranquility of the night. The surveillance system of the Batcave responded immediately, and the Dark Knight arrived at the scene in just a few minutes.

Continuous explosions can also be heard on the road.

The bridge between Gotham and Metropolis.

Amidst the flames and thick smoke, only about half of the entire bridge remained, and the load-bearing part in the middle was completely destroyed. There was only one entrance and exit on the Gotham side, which was still alive, and the Metropolis side was probably not much better.

Batman jumps out of the Batmobile just in time to see Superman flying out of the smoke with several bundles of bombs in his hand.

The god on earth, who has always had a good temper, was looking around, continuing to look for the remaining ones.

Fortunately, it is already 2 o'clock in the morning. Neither Gotham nor Metropolis is a serious city that never sleeps. No one is running around on the bridge at this point.

"Superman."

Batman called out Superman's attention, and Superman, who was shaking his head everywhere, obediently fell down, and handed over the three bundles of bombs in his hand: "There are no marks from those old opponents."

Superman has scanned the traces on it, and there are no signs of familiarity. It doesn't look like it was done by an acquaintance, but criminals in Gotham have always been full of tricks, and the more there is no sign, the more suspicious they are.

"There's a black car leaving," said Superman again. "I think you're going to let them go on purpose?"

"Hmm," Batman didn't deny, "Gotham's affairs have nothing to do with you, I thought we had reached a consensus on this?"

"I just do it smoothly." Superman was particularly easy to talk to.

Just as Batman was about to say something, Superman suddenly froze.

Whatever this big blue man had in mind was written on his face straightforwardly. When he was stunned, his beautiful blue eyes that never belonged to the earth would show incredible.

Then Superman flew away without leaving a word.

It doesn't matter.

After staring in the direction of Metropolis with disapproving eyes for a moment, Batman resumed his work.

Soon he found the target and fixed the tracker on the trunk of the black car.

In the Batcave, Tim tracked down all the way and found that the owner of the license plate number was a bit familiar. Little Red Bird seriously suspected that the bridge bomber this time was actually the same as the previous prisoner on the airship.

That is, "new friends".

So, Tim, who kept pushing Arkham aside, began to enrich the new file.

Arkham didn't care at all, and wriggled like a tumbler "Mua~Mua~", looking very, very happy.

"What are you doing?" Tim was very helpless. He had no choice but to type with one hand, and he used his free hand to roll the dumplings. "Are you happy that Gotham was bombed?"

Arkham really happily squirmed twice quickly.

……

The kid is a little underwhelmed.

Gotham left after the horrifying "he's an egg" that day, leaving the Batman stunned at Arkham.

At first, everyone thought that this lump of flesh in Arkham would grow into a certain shape, most likely in human form. The evolution process might be a bit nauseating, but the ending is always good.

And Gotham actually said he was an egg!

it,

It's an egg!

Anyway, Tim's world view was severely shattered once again.

Not to mention that this meat dumpling is already as big as 1.5x1.5x1.5 cubic meters!

He was just a little bit taller than the little red bird!

It turned out to be an egg!

Don't say that Tim's little heart can't take it.

Even Damian, who has been trained by the League of Assassins since he was a child, has a heart as strong as Batman, and behaves like a child to outrageous people, can only scream in his heart that he can't take it.

What did Damian, who sneaked home from the "Summer Camp" to get his own equipment, see the moment he entered the door? !

There is an extra ball of meat in the bat cave!

It also attacked Red Robin!

The bear fell down for a while, and the hairs stood upright. Without a word, two Robin darts flew over, stuck in Arkham's body, and detonated one after another.

Amidst the roar of the explosion, Red Robin was swallowed by Arkham with a dazed expression.

Damian rushed forward with tens of thousands of Fvcks in his heart, but thinking of Batman's nagging about his desperate behavior and the never-ending "summer camp", Damian still drew his dagger and jumped down.

The sharp dagger pierced Arkham directly.

It is impossible for Damian to see what is going on below through the pitch-black meat dumpling. The unlucky little red bird is just a distracted effort. He is still trying to push the dumpling when he sees the blade of the short knife rubbing against himself. His hair was inserted into the ground, almost giving his face a beautiful "eye shadow".

Ok.

This is familiar equipment.

"Damian!" This fucking is not an enemy! ! !

The rest of the words were swallowed up by a series of explosions. Arkham squirmed and spat out the Red Robin from the other end, and turned back to rush at Damian. In the sea of ​​darts, Tim had already begun to doubt Damian's intentions. motivation.

Did this brat finally seize the opportunity to murder himself in the name of "saving people"? ? ?

Of course, Red Robin was unwilling to be beaten like this, not to mention that everyone got used to Arkham Duan after getting along these days, especially the old butler.At that time, the unlucky one must be poor Xiaohong again.

For his supper and coffee, Red Robin flapped his wings and rushed over.

The Red Robin Dart and the Robin Dart collided.

"I'm saving you!"

"Who the fuck wants you to save!"

Damian was shocked: "You are under control!" Affirmative sentence, and then the younger brother in the family began to resign himself to saving the "wise" third brother in his eyes, mercilessly, and began to cut with a knife.

"I think you are out of your mind!"

The third brother in the family felt that the younger brother was mentally ill, so he fought back, punching to the flesh, not to be outdone.

Arkham, who was stabbed several times and swallowed by the explosion, squirmed out, started to eat the knife stuck in his body, and digested all the smoke and dust, then turned his head and stared at Damian who had just returned home .

The dusty Damian and the spotless Batcave are really incompatible.

So the Arkham regiment pounced on it.

The author has something to say:

Damian: You idiot, I'm saving you! ! !

Tim: You're the idiot I'm saving us! ! !

Behind the two birds, the old butler Alfred squinted his disapproving eyes.

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I mistakenly thought that "Dart" would be harmonized.

Silently come back to catch insects