Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

The man wearing a light brown wool sweater jacket and a white shirt has unforgettable white hair and inhuman bright red eyes.

Crouching timidly in the corner like a rabbit.

The ice cubes for the whiskey were wrapped in small plastic bags and placed on the back of David's hand.

Bruce sat on the arm of the sofa beside him, looking at him suspiciously: "Why are you here?"

He was dressed in a black suit, and his exhaustion was swept away by the sudden accident.At this moment, his expression is serious, and it seems that he is really not easy to get along with.

David's eye sockets were still red, looking pitiful.As if frightened by his aura, his voice trembled nervously:

"I, that..."

He raised his chin slightly, and timidly motioned Bruce to look at the large piece of documents on the table that was wet with coffee stains: "If you don't send that over in time, you will be scolded..."

The legs wrapped in jeans were long and straight, but they really didn't look like the clothes that regular employees would wear during working hours.

Bruce raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the documents on the table that were originally held by David.

He saw the title before, that was the project that Stark Industries was going to discuss with Wayne Enterprises, and he understood why David appeared here.

He should be working at Stark Industries.

At the age of 26, it seems that he has just graduated from graduate school for a few years.

Bruce turned his head again, looking at David, who was timidly blinking a pair of amazingly beautiful crimson eyes, looking at him cautiously.

He didn't know what this guy went through, but it was true that he was introverted and shy when he was a child, and now this personality seemed to expand infinitely on him.

The world's number one detective quickly guessed from the corner of the plane ticket that was faintly exposed in his pocket that he hurried over just after getting off the plane, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes.

What kind of person in that company would be sent to a place like Gotham and not be on the same plane as everybody else?

Bruce lowered his head, holding his hand to examine the burnt spot on the back of it.

The previous redness and swelling disappeared quickly, and it looked like it was about seven or eight times better.

Bruce's thumb lightly rubbed the back of his white hand, and said, "It's okay, no one dares to scold you here."

David flinched, as if scalded by his temperature: "Bruce..."

He wanted to pull his own hand out of Bruce's, but he didn't dare to move too much.

It can be seen that he is not used to being touched by others, but he is cautiously afraid that he will get angry.

"Get up first, I'll go with you." Bruce raised his eyebrows, stood up and took David's hand to pull him up.

Only then did he see some traces of coffee on David's light brown coat, Bruce frowned, and he raised his hand to wipe the stains.

But David, as if he was afraid of his contact, stepped back suddenly, and even fell directly back on the sofa.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to..."

David shook his head quickly, his eye sockets were faintly turning red again.

It was hard for Bruce not to notice something was wrong now, and he looked at David inquiringly.But still didn't ask a word, just said: "You come with me."

David followed behind him step by step, holding the stack of documents, with a little annoyance and a little bit of grievance on his face.

Bruce's pace was fast, and he seemed vaguely angry.He opened the door of the meeting room expressionlessly, ignoring his secretary at all: a very important meeting was going on inside.

All eyes were on the door.

The person in charge from Stark Industries stood up: "Ah, David, you are here..."

He is a middle-aged man who is a little bald and out of shape.

Bruce's gaze focused on him at once: "Are you his boss?"

How can it be?

The middle-aged man immediately wanted to refute that the only person in Stark Industries who can control David, the devil incarnate, is Tony Stark himself.

But David, who was behind Bruce, glanced at him lightly, and the man immediately remembered what David had told him before: "Yes, he is my secretary, what's wrong, sir?"

Bruce nodded, and said in a flat tone as if he was asking about the weather today: "I see, then he is mine now."

[?I can't read it anymore. ]

The corners of David's lips curved for an instant, and then he was immediately pressed down by himself. A surprised expression appeared on his face: "Bruce...you..."

The expressions on the faces of most of the people sitting in the office were not much different from David's.

Several "veterans" who gradually and truly mastered the company during Bruce's disappearance couldn't help but frowned: "Bruce, you can't do this."

"Why can't I?"

Bruce looked at them provocatively: "He didn't sign a contract with Stark. I gave him three times the salary and let him jump here from Stark. I think I still have some power?"

"Bruce, wouldn't this be a little bad?"

David took a step forward, held Bruce's hand worriedly, and bit his lower lip: "I don't want to embarrass you. It doesn't matter where I am."

[Why are you talking so bitch? ? ]

Bruce's exclusive beautiful secretary also changed his expression.

The representative of Stark Industries really couldn't figure out what David wanted to do, but he guessed that he was definitely not a decent role in the plan of the big devil.

He didn't know exactly what his lines were in his script, so he wisely kept silent.

Bruce didn't care what the people present thought of him. He grabbed David's hand and threw the document he was holding on to on the long table. Then he grabbed David's hand. Hands strode out of the meeting room.

All of them were left with bewildered expressions on their faces.

David tried his best to hold back his smile, only showing a worried expression. He stumbled and was pulled forward by Bruce, calling his name anxiously: "Bruce? Bruce."

Bruce didn't pull him very far, he was still angry, and soon stopped, he raised his arm and quickly pushed David against the wall: "What did he do to you?"

David was stunned for a moment, a little confused, but he still maintained his superb acting skills.He quickly turned his head to avoid Bruce's eyes, bit his lower lip and looked a little embarrassed, and said vaguely: "No... no..."

Bruce's gaze quickly flicked over the out-of-fit collar on his neck, and his eyes gradually darkened.

He glanced into David's eyes meaningfully, took a step back, and said, "Report to me tomorrow, and I want you to be my secretary." Then he turned and left with big strides.

David looked at his back, couldn't help touching the orange gemstone on his neck.

[So you've been thinking for seven years, what's the plan? ]

Nightwing's voice sounded full of doubts.

David raised his lips and smiled: "Fall in love with him."

[…plans? ? ? ]

"The plan is to fall in love."

David shrugged, his previous expression was gone.There was only an intoxicating laziness left on his face, and he leaned lazily against the wall, looking at the direction Bruce left: "Let him fall in love with me instead of Diana, wouldn't the problem be solved?"

[...]

What's the matter with something that seems to be very problematic but sounds reasonable?

"Do you think... he is cute?"

David licked the corner of his lips, and narrowed his scarlet eyes dangerously like a large carnivore: "If I cry and beg him to show me a little skirt, will he agree?"

[? ? ?What yellow crap is on your mind! ]

David didn't reply, but stood up straight, restrained his smile, and walked downstairs step by step.

gotham night

Dark cold and sticky.

It keeps growing in the corner and growing wantonly.

Bruce put away his claws and looked around, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that today's night patrol could probably come to an end.

It seems that there is no one who is unwilling to come to the street today, even some criminals who are about to move have no way to start.

...no wait, there's one there.

Bruce crouched down, watching secretly.

The white figure was quite familiar.

It's David.

Bruce frowned, he hadn't had time to dislike the weird name he changed.

But why is David here?

Bruce watched him drag the suitcase, looked around blankly, and was about to pull something out of his bulging chest.

...Could it be **ack in the box?Bruce took out the bat gel warily, watching his movements, there seemed to be a gun hidden there?

But in front of his seemingly warm neckline, a blue one with a fluffy head suddenly appeared.cat.

David smiled, sat on the suitcase, took out the sealed cat food from the backpack, poured a little in his hand, and carefully brought it to the cat's chin.

The blue cat meowed obediently, lowered its head and began to eat with his hand.

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, he put away the gel, and walked straight out of his hiding place: "What are you doing here?"

Startled by his sudden appearance, David almost jumped up in fright. He quickly picked up the cat and took a big step back, looking warily at the big black bat in front of him.

The cats in his arms seemed to be much more courageous than him, meowing at him, and even their fur exploded.

Bruce was a little helpless, so he had to comfort him first: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, I just want to ask what are you doing here so late?"

But his words coupled with his deep and cold voice and this terrifying outfit obviously did not convince the people in front of him, David still looked at him vigilantly: "Don't come here...I, that! I have a gun !"

It's a pity that his words didn't have enough confidence. They couldn't scare Bruce at all, and I'm afraid they couldn't scare any criminals in this city either.

His voice trembled a little, as if he was terrified but couldn't run away.

David's feet went limp, and he knelt and sat on the ground.

This sudden change made him even more petrified. He quickly patted the cat's butt: "Run, Lingxing! Leave me alone! You run first!"

He stared at Batman with red eyes, as if he would cry if he took a step forward.

The cat named Lingxing didn't listen to its master either. It stopped in front of David and made a threatening whirring sound towards Batman.

Bruce couldn't hold back for a while, and burst out laughing.

"Please come with me, sir."

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