Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

The black aura gathering at the fingertips is terrifying.

David turned his head to the side, looking at Bruce blankly.

He shouldn't have fantasized about him.

Bruce looked apologetic as he took a step forward and snapped the orange gemstone back into its place.He maintains such a posture!He looked up at David silently.

An awkward silence.

David could feel Bruce's warm breath, almost all sprayed on his chin and neck.

He lowered his eyes to hide the complexities flashing through them.

"Let's go, aren't you going to die?"

The corners of David's lips curled up in an unnaturally stiff arc, and he mocked.

"You and I both know that's not the portal back to Gotham." Bruce smiled, with a look of helplessness on his face.

His head is not an ornament, so it's not that he can't even guess this kind of thing.

David didn't answer him, he just turned his head back calmly, looking at the portal emitting a dim light.

Even without speaking, his attitude has shown that Bruce's guess is not wrong.

He also didn't ask why Bruce gave him the gem even though he knew the door wasn't real.

He lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Let me go back, David." Bruce raised his hand and raised his chin, forcing him to look at himself. "You know I have to go back. I just don't want to really force you with that gem. David, I need your help."

"Okay, you can help me too."

David sneered: "When you walk through that door, everyone will be happy."

"Then imprisoned by you in an unknown safe world for the rest of your life?" Bruce frowned, knowing what David would do.He knew him, even better than he knew himself.

"That's better than going back to Gotham and dying on the street right away." David's scarlet eyes met Bruce's cobalt blue eyes unceremoniously.

"Everyone is mortal."

"but not now!"

Another awkward silence.

After a long time, Bruce sighed: "Please, David, you know what that means to me."

"I don't know." He simply closed his eyes, not looking into Bruce's eyes: "You are so cruel, you are forcing me to kill you. Then make me feel guilty for the rest of my life."

"I'm not."

Bruce smiled softly, "I never would have thought of doing this to you." He lifted his head and placed a kiss on David's jawline.Little kisses change positions little by little.

From the corner of the lips to the thin lips with light color.

He stroked his lower lip gently, feeling the warmth gradually warming those cold lips.

It was like a tiny electric current passed along the lips to the brain, it was an extraordinary feeling of numbness.

David opened his eyes and watched his movements quietly.

"I just don't think you need to be like this, indulge me because of guilt. You don't have any other feelings for me, you don't need to do this. You can start a new life without my participation. You can still live very good."

"Because I'm an emotionless monster in your eyes." David whispered, "I never said that I indulged you because of guilt."

He closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I will not let you die. So I will absolutely never let you go back, no matter what."

"Staying here is no different from being dead."

[David…]

Xinghuo's voice sounded a bit hesitant, as if she gritted her teeth before letting herself continue.

[You have to make Bruce happy. ]

The portal became fragmented in an instant, as if someone crushed a mirror.

David lowered his eyes, his voice was almost dissipated in the air: "Otherwise do you want to do it again?"

A new portal was formed in front of the eyes of the two with a strong air current.

I'm afraid anyone could feel David's wrath.

"David?" Bruce raised his eyes in surprise, he didn't expect David to open the door so soon, he thought he would have to persuade David for a while before he could convince him.

Yes, it was brutal for David.But he knew he had to go back.

"why it's not me?"

He didn't understand why Bruce's dream was just a dream and his nightmare became reality.

He raised his head, obviously he didn't eat anything, but he wanted to vomit with nausea.

He also wanted to be selfish for once, to die recklessly without caring what anyone thought.This is good, because no one really cares about his life or death.

He turned his back to the faintly glowing portal.He took a deep breath and closed his eyes: "You go, at least I don't want to see you die."

"David..."

Bruce was worried, but he was more worried that David's capriciousness would close the door in the next second.

He gritted his teeth, raised his legs, turned and walked in.

A cold hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, and the cold breath enveloped him, wrapping him in his arms.

Go through that door.

"Everything I do I regret. Including what I'm doing now."

"I can't make amends and I don't know what can relieve my pain."

"I don't understand what I'm doing wrong and I understand everything I'm doing wrong."

"If going home makes you feel a little bit better..."

"Then... goodbye."

Going through a portal doesn't feel good, even if it's just for a split second.But I also want countless whirlpools trying to tear you apart.

Bruce clenched his hand behind his back, turned around with difficulty, and kissed those thin lips precisely.

David squeezed his eyes shut.

The breathing and heartbeat of another person lingered in his ears.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Until an unknown amount of time passed, another person's warm touch left him.The sound of breathing and heartbeat did not stop.

"Open your eyes, David."

Bruce's voice sounded with a smile.

He is not dead.

David heaved a sigh of relief, and the big stone on his chest seemed to disappear in an instant.

He opened his eyes and found that they were still in Alfred's car, but with the partition, Alfred didn't notice what happened behind.

He just asked suspiciously: "What game are you playing? Young masters?"

It's as if nothing happened, at least nothing bad happened.

David stared blankly at Bruce in front of him, and couldn't help raising the corners of his lips: "Fortunately... nothing happened."

Fortunately, all misfortunes are just a possibility.

...

Two years later

Midtown High School, Queens, New York

"I heard that the exchange students this time are transferred from Gotham."

Peter Parker blinked blankly, for a moment he didn't quite understand the difference between the exchange students from Gotham and the exchange students from other places that Harry was talking about.

He has been in a trance recently, because being Spider-Man is really tiring.

It took up almost all of his time at night, and made him listless in class.

"Oh, Gotham..."

After turning his mind, he finally didn't become a scrap iron: "Wait! Gotham?!"

Peter's eyes widened in surprise: "Is it the Gotham I know? The national crime rate... Ah no, the city with the highest crime rate in the world? Oh my god, why are there still high school students in that place?!"

"Yep!" Harry Osborn looked at his friend who had finally reacted with some relief, and continued to reveal the exclusive tabloid news to him: "And I heard that one of the exchange students this time is a murderer."

"Are you kidding me? How is it possible? Hey, dude, he's just a high school student after all, right? And our country has sound laws, it's impossible, it's impossible, it's definitely a rumor." Peter waved his hand, he didn't Will believe these nonsense.The last time there was a rumor in school that Spider-Man was actually a popular TV star.

"I'm serious."

Harry tugged on Peter's sleeve eagerly, and said, "Someone asked the other exchange students. It's true, absolutely true. They were scared to death of him. The guy was 1.9 meters tall, and he was all scary from top to bottom. His muscles are tattooed all the way to his face. He also has a pair of monster-like red eyes, as if he was particularly good at fighting. A lot of people died in that school over there in Gotham. But his family relationship is very strong, it’s true, it’s true Indeed."

"You must walk around him. I heard that he only picks nerds."

Harry shook his hand gravely, looking worried about his situation.

"what?"

Peter raised his eyebrows, feeling that the rumors were so unreliable.

But I have to admit that he was so lost.

…just a little bit.

He swore he'd pay that Gotham exchange student if he'd really bullied the weak.

"What's that guy's name?"

"Seems to be…"

Harry curled his hair and found that he had some intermittent amnesia. After thinking hard for a long time, he finally remembered the name that had long been forgotten: "David Dumacher! That's right! It's him! He One year older than us!"

"Let me think about it, I heard that Wayne is at the same level as us."

"Wayne?"

Peter was a little confused, not knowing what Wayne was.

"The one who competes with Stark for the number one Forbes rich list all the year round! The heir of the Wayne family, Bruce Wayne! He is also among the exchange students!" Harry's tone was a bit resentful.I don't know how my friends who have been doing internships in Stark all the year round don't know Wayne.

"No way? This is too fantastic!"