Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

Bruce twirled the slender red lace around his wrist, an involuntary smile on his face.

"You are in love."

Alfred held the tray and put the breakfast in front of him.

His gaze disapproved: "And a robot."

"Afu."

Bruce raised his hands and rested his cheeks to see him busy, he coughed lightly, but there was no embarrassment: "He just uses a body made of steel and artificial materials. You know, he is a complete Man, he has a soul."

Alfred wanted to shake his head and tell him he didn't know.But in the end, he still looked at the child he had seen growing up with some concern: "You are confused by him. In the final analysis, he is just a derivative of the bat computer."

Bruce shook his head.

"He's certainly not a derivative of the Batcomputer."

Bruce blinked his cobalt blue eyes and looked at Alfred: "If he was really an emotionless robot, he wouldn't do these things at all, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​doing it. He Will only serve those who need him. But David is different, he only has eyes for me..."

Bruce couldn't stop smiling like a fool in love.

"Wait, sir..."

Alfred suddenly found that something seemed wrong: "You?"

"Yes."

Bruce knew that his abnormal thoughts could not be concealed from the old housekeeper who was closest to him: "I love everything he did for me. I love everything about him, even if he killed an innocent person to protect me."

"It's not right, sir, you'd never say something like that."

Alfred looked at Bruce seriously.

He didn't know what happened to Bruce all of a sudden.

He is like a brainless fool who has really fallen in love, even throwing away his IQ.

"Afu, do you really think the existence of Batman is right? I know David's approach must be wrong, but what I choose must be right? No one is absolutely right, Afu .If you had been there that day instead of David, would you have shot? Would you have done what he did?"

Without thinking, Alfred nodded: "Of course I will, MasterB."

"Because you love me."

Bruce smiled: "You are my closest family, Fu, you are like my father. David will do the same as you, he is a person, not just a computer, A robot that equates to a washing machine and a sweeping machine.”

"I can't stop liking him, I can't stop loving him."

Bruce lowered his head and kissed the red string on his wrist: "Love him, like him, these emotions seem to have been naturally engraved into my soul."

"How do we define a human being?"

"With a human appearance but a cold and indifferent heart?"

"Or no matter what appearance you have, you have a warm and radiant heart?"

Alfred shook his head: "If you really love him, sir. You know I will always support you."

"My solution won't last long...Ah Fu, maybe I will stand against the US government and the whole world because of him and Zhenglian."

"well..."

Alfred blinked: "The couples who pursue true love in the movies are never really hindered by any difficulties. Maybe you should go downstairs, watch how it plays out in the movie, and learn from your experience?"

Bruce smiled and shook his head.

"You always have a way of simplifying things, Alfred."

He lowered his head and propped his arms: "You will never guess what I did. I implanted a miniature bomb in my heart and connected it to David's brain center."

He was lying to David.

He really did.

Diana's mantra lasso is no joke.

Alfred's face suddenly darkened: "Why? Are you crazy?"

He didn't want to see Bruce's life tied to anyone.

"I'm crazy."

Bruce looked up.

"If I hadn't been crazy, I wouldn't have thought that he was the real Ryan."

...

David curled himself up in the corner of the sofa, a thin blanket over his head.

He didn't want to say a word.

Even if the Nightwing in his head was chirping and educating him all day long.

But David felt that he had no strength to refute or argue.

Now as soon as he closes his eyes, his annoying brain will automatically start playing a 360-degree slideshow of Bruce Wayne.

Showing those moving blue eyes in all aspects, and his glance and smile, the way his eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and the curvature of his thin lips.

Even... never happened before, those blue eyes were full of mist, crying under him.

David threw out the pillow on the sofa annoyedly, and the black and white pillow accidentally hit Jason on the face.

David sat up in a hurry, stroked his hair, and apologized angrily: "Sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't see you there."

Jason raised his eyebrows, shook his head, and sat down beside him.

"Since you don't know, how did you get on my face? How did you know that police officer would run over there that day?"

Jason looked at him sideways: "I checked, and you don't have the authority to mobilize the bat satellite. How on earth could you make such an accurate prediction that day?"

The cobalt blue eyes, which were the same as Bruce's, looked at him without blinking: "Or, is it just a coincidence?"

David hung his head and said nothing.

He didn't know what to say.

"There is no difference between you and normal people. It's just that you can network in your brain and play games by yourself. Why don't you explain it? Why let them misunderstand you and make them think you are an omnipotent robot?"

Because he was supposed to be a robot!Because he was produced because of expectations like Bruce!

David covered his ears in pain.

He wanted to stand up and refute Jason's words.

But he was right.

His actions are full of peacekeeping and contradictory everywhere.

Because he wants to be happy.

But afraid of happiness.

Although he refused to admit it, he was already crushed by despair.

Live in fear every day.

Cowards are afraid even of happiness.

He always had the image of Daybreak and the Lantern closing his eyes calmly.

The Batman of Injustice has his back broken.

and also…

How did the Batman in the main world fall to the bottom of the cliff and lost his life.

All Bruce's so-called "happiness" looked like a illusory illusion in his eyes.

It's so unreal.

Batman deserves happiness, but he doesn't.

He committed a crime.

He doesn't deserve it.

Everyone.

It seemed to surround his ears, making him wake up and take a sober look at the world.

They yelled at him and looked at him with horror mingled with disgust.

"monster."

He is only worthy of loneliness and pain, being hated and wandering on the border of hell.

So he broke this unreal "fantasy" with his own hands.

He personally ruined his so-called happiness.

But at that moment, he really woke up.

He stared wide-eyed in fear, looking at his trembling fingers.

Ask yourself, what has he done?

"Can robots cry too?"

Bruce didn't know when he stood in front of him, with a flat smile on his face, he raised his hand and gently wiped the transparent liquid that kept rolling from the corner of David's eyes.

Those cobalt blue eyes were full of affection.

The slender fingers moved down slowly, poking David's cheek.

David raised his head blankly, his scarlet eyes were full of water mist.

Did he cry?

There was a cold feeling on his cheeks, but he didn't realize that he was crying.

In the distance, black and white pillows lie on the ground.

David blinked in bewilderment.

Where is Jason?

Didn't he show up here?

What was it just now?

hallucinations?

Bruce squeezed his cheek with two fingers, and said with a smile: "You're back to your senses, little sticky man, I'm only going to be away for a while, why are you crying?"

"I seem to be broken..."

David shook his head: "It's like... I've gone crazy, I don't know, what's in my head. I don't know, I'm so scared..."

"Shh..."

Bruce stroked his hair, put him in his arms, raised his hand and pressed his head on his shoulder: "Don't be afraid. I love you, you are not crazy, David, don't be afraid, I am here."

He comforted him in a low voice tirelessly over and over again, until the robot in his arms showed a child-like obedience and calmness.

Bruce finally looked at him with a full smile: "What a coincidence, you're crazy, and I'm crazy too."

"But if you think about it another way, this is just an extreme emotional expression. David, maybe this is a human being?"

What is it that makes humans so distinct from everything else?

Obviously, what humans can do, robots can do.

Why do humans think they are superior to robots?

because of love.

Because of emotions.

In any case, a guy who uses electrical frequencies instead of thinking cannot understand strong emotions.

Why doesn't Batman regard himself as a robot who can only think in cold blood from beginning to end?

But he is human after all.

He has a warm, beating heart.

And hide a deep, strong love.

David followed him and smiled: "You have no idea how much I love you."

"I know, like I love you." Bruce lowered his head and stroked his soft hair.

"Do you understand now? David, the word happiness..."

People

Machine or Human?

machine

David's movement paused.

The pigeon's blood ruby ​​made of scarlet gems seems to have lost its light in an instant.

"David?"

"David?!"

Consciousness seems to drift away in an instant.

David suddenly found out.

All the hallucinations he had came from a gadget that had invaded his body.

He is still a machine after all.

All it takes is a little virus, and it will be destroyed in an instant.

The doubtful voices of the brats sounded in his mind again.

David forced himself to close his eyes.

What is he looking for?

He was wrong.

He also understood what Bruce meant.

Bruce wants him to be happy.

Bruce would only be happy if he felt happy.

The two of them have always only had each other in their eyes, but they always run counter to each other because of their own ideas.

What a fool...

...

Bruce was silent and started the nuclear reactor again.

The little robot with white hair and red eyes woke up with flapping his eyelashes, and looked at him with a smile.

"I'm your master, Bruce Wayne. You can call me Bruce or Bruce."

He couldn't remember how many times he had said that.

The little robot blinked, still smiling: "Bruce."

Bruce was silent, shutting down the reactor again.

He knew he couldn't come back.