Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

David acted like he'd heard about the vigilante of Gotham urban legend, but didn't believe in the existence of the vigilante, and anyway, Batman took a step forward and he took a step back, giving back shaking.

Bruce had no choice but to roughly tie him up temporarily with a grappling gun.

Lingxing rushed up fiercely, scratching Batman's boots with his claws.Unfortunately to no avail.

David's tears fell suddenly, and his eyes were red: "Don't come here, don't come here, I will give you whatever you want."

[?Cry as you say? ? ? ]

Batman knelt down helplessly and picked up the struggling Lingxing, looking straight into David's eyes: "You..."

Before he could say anything, David interrupted in a panic: "Don't hurt it, please, don't, don't..."

As he spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks.

Even the tip of her nose was pink, and the end of her eyes was bright red, making her look quite pitiful.

It's really a rabbit.

Bruce sighed in his heart, and explained again: "Don't be afraid, I just want to ask you if you don't stay at...home in the middle of the night, what are you doing out?"

David's tears flowed harder, as if the question had touched a pain point in him.He sobbed softly: "Because... because the reserved hotel does not allow pets to stay in the room."

Bruce was a little helpless. He raised his hand and wiped the tears on David's face with Lingxing's cat tail: "Don't cry, I have no other meaning, just want to tell you that Gotham is not like New York. The night is very dangerous. If you can, it's best to stay at home at night and don't go out, understand?"

As if he understood that he didn't have any malicious intentions, David temporarily stopped crying, blinked a pair of red eyes, and looked at him with some curiosity and inquiry: "But aren't you also outside?"

Bruce choked, "Because I'm Batman."

David was still puzzled (or he just wanted to tease Bruce): "What is Batman? Is it something like Mary Sue? So is it much stronger than normal people? Or have you ever been bitten by a bat?" ? So can you fly?"

Bruce felt a little suffocated.

"No... You can understand it as an existence similar to Superman or Spiderman. There is no need to use Mary Sue to describe it. I have never been bitten by a bat, and I can't fly."

He put the struggling spirit star on David, took out the remote control from the bat belt, and summoned the Batmobile.

"Let's go, I'll take you to find a hotel where pets can make do for a night."

Batman put David and Lingxing in the Batmobile and took them to a hotel that he... no, it should be Bruce Wayne just bought.

And while David and Lingxing got off the car, he called the hotel manager.

"Mr. Batman, you are such a good man!"

David held Lingxing in his arms, and looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes blinking. His eyes looked at him adoringly as if they were shining stars.

"You haven't been bitten by a bat, and you can't fly. But you're a super nice guy!"

Bruce, who was suddenly issued a good card, didn't dare to speak. He sat on the balcony of the hotel, planning to disappear as soon as David turned around.

But David didn't ask if he wanted something to drink to express his gratitude in the usual sense. He stared at Batman's mask for a while, looking very troubled.

Stare at Bruce.

Sure enough, as soon as David opened his mouth, what he said was not a good thing: "Well...well, my friend Spider-Man said that you usually don't charge anything as a reward, but...but..."

He stroked his hair and looked very embarrassed, David bit his lower lip, and looked brave: "But he said that he once received kisses from girls as rewards, although I am not a girl Boy. Well, if you don't mind..."

There were tears in his eyes, and he didn't look very willing.A pair of light-colored cherry lips were blushed from being bitten by himself: "Although I have someone I like, I really don't know what to use to thank you."

[puff]

What is this all about? ? ?

Three black lines and a tic-tac-toe slid down Bruce's forehead. What the hell is Spider-Man? It's too perverted to tell a child this kind of thing, right?And also took the opportunity to take advantage of others.

Bruce didn't know at this point that Spider-Man was the real kid.

Little did Peter Parker know that his reputation had plummeted among Gotham Guardians.

Bruce only curled up his middle and index fingers helplessly, and tapped on David's forehead: "What's in your head?"

"Well."

David raised his hand to cover his forehead in pain, and looked at Batman in bewilderment.

Bruce shook his head amusedly, and suddenly remembered Alfred's advice: "It's getting late, you should go to bed early. The temperature will cool down tomorrow, remember to wear thicker clothes. Good night."

[Is this really the Batman I know? ]

David stared at him in a daze as he jumped off the balcony, still resting his hand on his forehead.

He quickly raised his lips and smiled: "Good night. Ah, every day I feel that I am about to be fainted by his cuteness."

[Where did you see the adjective cute from the bat suit? ]

David hugged Ling Xing who was meowing and coquettish against him, and threw himself into the sofa of the luxurious presidential suite: "Hips, big breasts, sexy thin lips, hoarse and criminal voice, it's okay ?"

He leisurely took out Marlboro from his backpack, patted the cat's butt and let Lingxing run to the next door to prevent it from absorbing second-hand smoke.

Then he rubbed his fingertips and lit the cigarette.

The lingering smoke blurred his face, except for his height, his face looked like a girl's.

He lazily pulled out of his pocket the tear-promoting plaster he'd made in the Starks, and played with it in his hand.

This thing is so easy to use, just rub a little on your hands without leaving any traces, and then dab it on the bridge of your nose or temples.The point is that there is no smell or color yet.

Wipe it once and your eyes will be red, and wipe it twice and you will cry.

David bit his cigarette and laughed: It's not in vain that he brought a whole suitcase with him.

The next day Bruce was late for work as usual. When he opened the office door, he was not surprised to find that he had changed to a new assistant.

Mr. White Rabbit stood up quickly when he heard the voice, and happily moved over to take off his snow-stained coat: "Good morning, Bruce...Mr. Wayne."

Bruce let him move, and he raised his eyebrows: "You don't have to call me that, you can call me whatever you want."

What he said made the little white rabbit's eyes brighten up, as if the non-existent long ears on his head were also happy to stick up.David's smile could even be called sweet and cute: "Okay, Bruce..."

Unfortunately, he quickly covered his mouth and nose and sneezed.

Bruce swallowed back the words that he wanted a cup of hot cocoa, and looked back at him with a frown——

David was wearing a three-piece suit, and the black and white plain suit was perfect for him.David's figure is almost perfectly outlined. His figure is a bit slender than Bruce's. It's not that he doesn't have muscles, but that his muscles are very smooth. They are explosive muscles that pay more attention to agility.

Very low body fat, very thin waist, very thin legs.It stands to reason that it is the most popular type of gigolo that women (and men) like.

But the three-piece suit is thin, and Bruce can clearly see that he's shivering from the cold.

The tip of the nose and the cutely shaped earlobes are red because of the cold weather.

"Didn't tell you..." Will it cool down and make you wear thicker clothes?

Bruce stopped talking with a headache: "Isn't there an air conditioner? Why don't you turn on the air conditioner?"

"I..." The little white rabbit bit her lower lip remorsefully, "I'm sorry, I was too nervous."

Bruce sighed helplessly, took his coat from Davide's hand, and put it on Davide.Then I turned on the air conditioner on my own, and adjusted the temperature to the highest: "You sit down first, and I'll pour you a cup of hot cocoa to warm you up."

The hot cocoa exuding a strong aroma was held in David's hands, and he was shrunk in Bruce's coat, only showing a very small slapped face, obediently and cautiously observing Bruce sitting beside him : "Bruce..."

Bruce stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking it was the first time he'd cared for a child like this.

Although the other party is actually half a year older than him.

"what happened?"

He thought that this silly boy might not let him stay in the hotel alone, he would even forget what he was told, and maybe he would freeze to death in the corner one day.

And he also brought a cat, Bruce deeply doubted, this guy can't even take care of himself, can he take care of the cat well?

David tugged at the hem of his clothes hesitantly, and apologized softly: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The little white rabbit quickly took off Bruce's coat and put it on again for Bruce: "I don't care. I'm used to it. It won't be cold. You should put it on."

He was fast, buttoning Bruce's button quickly.Then he knelt down beside Bruce, with red eyes, holding Bruce's coat tightly with both hands to prevent him from taking it off: "I'm always clumsy, sorry, I try my best to do well. But I always mess up Smash."

The temperature in the room is not so cold anymore, and Bruce suspects that he is trying to heat himself to death by putting on his coat now.

He held David's hand helplessly, but couldn't help being surprised——

David's hand was so cold, it was as cold as a corpse.

Bruce frowned quickly, put his hand on David's forehead, and found that he didn't have a fever, and the temperature of his forehead was almost equal to that of his hand.

How long has the silly rabbit been frozen?

There is still no warmth in a hurry, so if you mean it, you have to return the coat to him?

Bruce shook his head, but a warm current inevitably passed through his heart.

"No one stipulates that the secretary must wear formal clothes, right? You can just dress warmly."

David bit his lower lip and shook his head firmly: "No, if I dress like that, someone will say bad things about you."

He didn't care what other people said.

Bruce finds it funny.

He raised his hand to touch David's head, and lifted his coat: "Well, half of you, half of me, it's okay, right?"

But Mr. Rabbit still shook his head with red eyes: "No! I'm too cold, it will make you feel very uncomfortable."

"I'm your boss."

Bruce raised his eyebrows: "Listen to me."

He lifted his coat and pulled David into his arms.

He was indeed as cold as he said, Bruce flinched coldly, but firmly held David's hand who wanted to shrink back.

Then, as if sighing, he asked, "Do you want to move...to live with me?"

The author has something to say:

The domineering president's petite wife

(laughs villainously)