Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

"Because... there's no need."

David blinked his scarlet eyes and looked at him: "There's no need to remind you of those pains for no reason, is there? It has nothing to do with you."

"Of course it has something to do with me."

Bruce's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to stroke his soft hair.

"If you're happy because you're expecting me, I should come sooner as a matter of course."

David was taken aback.

Unbelievable was written in the red eyes without blinking.

He understood what Bruce meant.

He meant it.

David wanted him to save him, and Bruce should have come sooner, of course.

"you..."

He suspected that he just misunderstood.

But Bruce said: "You expect me to save you, I should have gone faster."

This is his long-standing regret.He kept hoping to make amends.

After all, he was a step too late to witness him lying on the operating table without a sound.

"Are you dumb?"

When this time really came, it was David himself who knew that it wasn't Bruce Wayne's fault at all.

"You're not connected to my brain waves, how can you know whether I expect it or not. What's more, you don't know what happened."

That's really hard.

He first noticed something was wrong while chatting with Selina.

Selina said she saw a boy who looked like Lane at the port that night, a man and a woman, and the Blake housekeeper.

But the man and woman did not look like Ryan's relatives, and they had some disputes.

Selina didn't find anything unusual at the time, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong.

Bruce frowned and recalled, and checked with Alfred when Ryan left.

They soon found out that something was wrong, and according to some vague memories of Selina, they learned that the man and woman were the puppeteer's men.

They quickly called the police and looked for Lane's whereabouts.

The position of the puppeteer is too hidden, which consumes a lot of time and experience of the two.

Even the GCPD has wavered and decided not to help the two children find the lair of the so-called "puppeteer" that only existed in their mouths without any other evidence.

Even Selina had given up, she thought it was impossible for them to find.

But Bruce still didn't give up.

Until a few years later, he finally found that hellish place.

Bruce smiled and shook his head, fingertips stroking the tiny dots that kept twinkling under his eyes.

His smile was shallow and forced, full of guilt and self-blame: "I could have, if I could have been faster."

"It's not your responsibility at all. Bruce, you don't have to save anyone. You have no responsibility, no obligation. I also have no right to ask you to save me, and no one has the right to ask you."

David grabbed his tie: "Do you understand? My death is not your responsibility at all, you don't need to blame yourself."

Those cobalt blue eyes are like a lake full of broken mirrors in fairy tales, calm and without waves.

David got it right from the start.

He didn't have any reason to blame Bruce.

It was his luck if he saved him.

If he hadn't rescued him...no one could blame a friend for not reaching out in times of trouble.This is what the world would do.

If we must force others to lend a helping hand, it is the real moral kidnapping.

It's like David didn't like the existence of superheroes in the first place.

The prerequisite for superheroes to be heroes is that they are human beings.

Even Batman, he's just an average human being who does hundreds or thousands of extra push-ups every day.

Why should he be obliged to save others?

Why should he give up his career, give up his family, give up his life, and save others?

He was obviously just an ordinary person, an ordinary person no different from any victim.

In the end, because of his mistakes, some people even blame him for the mistakes.

But did Bruce Wayne really do something wrong?

He did not.

Just be like any other superhero.

People are used to running around for their own lives.

People are used to him being a good guy.

Once he does something that makes people feel that it is not in line with their own ideas.

Once he made some mistakes, it caused some tragedies.

When people fall to the bottom of the well, they never think about how to save the person who helped them, they just throw stones.

"Listen to me. Maybe I hated you, Bruce." David shook his head: "But that's wrong, you understand, don't you? You know, saving people is just a choice, no one I can blame you for this, there is no law that says you have to be brave, and there is no law that says Batman has to help and save everyone in the world."

"Just take it as a rule I set for myself."

Bruce touched his cheek amusedly, lowered his head and kissed the corners of his eyes: "I hope this world will become a world where no eight-year-old child will kneel in front of his parents killed by a robber who suddenly appeared." help the crying world."

"So I want to work on it myself."

"Why does it have to be like this?"

David stared at Bruce with wide eyes.

He never understood Batman.

If he were Bruce Wayne, he would not have thought about how to become a masked vigilante, squandering his family property, and overdrawn his body to shuttle through the streets and alleys, just to make this world no longer have to Has anyone ever had the same experience as him.

He will not do that.

He will only grow up carefree under Alfred's protection, go to any university, hang out with a few women, squander his property, and shuttle in various high-end clubs.Empty your body with tobacco and alcohol, paralyze your nerves with all kinds of fun.

even.

He wished that everyone in the world was as miserable as him, so he didn't care what happened in the world.He is very selfish, he just wants to live happily.

"Is this what you want? Would you be happy if this were the case?"

The red eyes looked at Bruce unblinkingly, with a doubtful gleam.

"That's what I want, but... happiness?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows, looking at him more and more like looking at a 16-year-old child who is full of confusion about the world: "Happiness. You must first find out what the definition of happiness is. I think I am happy enough now. "

"Why? The world is not as peaceful and safe as you expected, isn't it?"

"No, but I do feel happy. I feel that Gotham is getting better little by little, and my family has never left. I have like-minded companions and become Batman..."

"No, wait?"

David cut him off, frowning.

"How can you be happy being Batman?"

He suspects Bruce is lying to him.

This made him stand up quickly, protesting Bruce's perfunctory with actions.

The high-heeled boots made a rattling sound on the floor, and he didn't intend to pay any attention to Bruce's persuasion.He puffed up his cheeks angrily and walked out the door.

"David."

Bruce pulled him back, his expression helpless.Holding David's wrist with one hand, poking his cheek with the other: "Well, because of you, because of you, and all because of you, I feel...'happiness', is that okay?"

This made David feel more perfunctory.

But he couldn't help but blush because of these more perfunctory reasons.

Red eyes stared at him angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

He flung his arm away almost easily.

"I'm asking you an academic question very seriously! This is an academic question!"

Bruce looked at his blushing cheeks whether it was because of anger or other reasons (such as the shy command he specially entered), and he put his arms around David's waist and hugged him directly: "Then I also Responding to you very formally, Mr. David. I feel blessed, and extremely fortunate, because of you."

"I know you have this ability, listen to my heartbeat. I want you to know that I never lied to you."

David's hands are on Bruce's shoulders, reaching down to his chest at Bruce's words.

The powerful heart is indeed beating violently, one beat at a time, as if there is no gap in the middle.

David lowered his eyes and bit his lower lip lightly with his teeth.He complained in a low voice: "Then, at least you have to say something because of me. You are a scumbag who says that to everyone...Anyway, you can say things like this without thinking..."

Bruce wanted to laugh.

But he didn't dare to laugh.

When he smiles, Davide has more reasons to prove that he "comes with his mouth".

He could only suppress his smile, pretended to be troubled, and thought for a long time: "Then..."

"Because when you look into my eyes, I feel like I own the whole world."

"Because what we have seen together is like a hole in the sky with your name written all over it..."

He finally couldn't help laughing: "Just for whatever reason, anyway, everything in this world can be a reason."

A soft kiss sealed his lips.

Bruce closed his eyes.

Soft lips pressed against his lips, just touching, rubbing, licking and biting.

It was clearly a machine with a nuclear reactor on its chest.

Bruce couldn't understand how he could have a sense of self and be exactly like Ryan.

He almost believed that this was him, and he was even willing to believe that such fantastic things would really happen in the world.

Until I don't know how long.

David opened his eyes and whispered: "How can Batman say damn love words? Didn't you really install a computer in your mind, and Google got these words?"

"So you, who have a computer in your head, what kind of love story did you get from Google?"

"...I will protect you and make you happy."

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