Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

His words made Batman stunned, and suddenly there was an emotion in his heart that he couldn't explain clearly.

He couldn't help but raised his hand again to poke the angry David's cheek, his expression was really helpless.

Although the mask covered most of his cheeks.

"You have only been in Gotham for two days, and you say that the world likes him the most?"

David raised his paw and swung his hand away, saying angrily, "You don't know what you know. You're a bad man."

"I'm a bad guy?"

Bruce pressed on him, he raised his eyebrows, picked up the snow around David and stuffed it into his collar: "Then I don't really do something, I'm sorry you think so?"

"!!!"

David almost lost control of his strength and knocked him flying.

He really didn't expect that the majestic Batman would have such a naive day.

He quickly changed to hugging Batman's waist, and buried his face in his shoulder: "You don't want to..."

He hugged him so tightly that it was obvious that Bruce could feel his trembling, and he stopped involuntarily.

The cold gloves quickly grabbed Mixue out again, and Bruce couldn't help wondering why he did this.

"Don't do what?"

Bruce raised his hand to brush off the fine snowflakes on his head, and carefully blew off the remaining snowflakes on his neck.

The little rabbit flinched and buried his whole face in his shoulder socket.

Bruce quickly felt the wetness on his shoulders, and he rubbed his head helplessly: "It was my fault, be good, don't cry."

"...don't...don't...bully me."

He sobbed softly in his ear, and was picked up by Bruce and sat on the ground.

Batman is tempted to argue that he wasn't bullying him, but Bruce can't help but feel a little weird about his warm panting in his ear.

He put his hand on David's forehead, but found that it was only a little warm, and he didn't have a fever.

He turned his head and stared at David for a while in a strange way: "You are really a little too weak."

David didn't pay attention to him, in fact he did feel a little uncomfortable.

Because he put the ring made of N metal he found on his finger.

To be honest, he felt that the one who made him suffer was just like the little mermaid who lost her tail and walked on the tip of her knife, trying to die.

David lowered his eyes and simply let himself lean against Bruce.

But he didn't forget to continue speaking his lines, and murmured weakly: "You don't understand."

"Don't understand what?" Bruce wrapped him in a cloak, hugging him and trying to stuff him into the co-pilot.He wanted to send him back first.

"I don't know how good he is..."

David looked up at him and smiled.

Bruce thought his smile was a little goofy.

I don't know if it's because he is stupid or because the IQ of people who want to fall in love will drop.

Bruce thinks it's because of the former.

"He will shine."

David held his cloak tightly, his red eyes seemed to be filled with tiny stars: "He has been different to me since a long time ago."

"I thought I had forgotten it long ago, but it's impossible, he will shine."

"He's not as good as you think. You don't know him well enough."

Bruce frowned, standing beside him with the car door propped on.

Bruce Wayne is just a cynical mask.

People love him, either because of his face, or because of his money.

He also doesn't care what people think of him.

But David's likes are different.

He looked at him like a natural filter.He doesn't care what he's showing.

Bruce felt that he could only see what he wanted to see, the best parts of Bruce Wayne.

This made him feel a little novel.

When he said he liked him, there were stars in his eyes.

"No. No matter how I know him, I can't stop liking him. The more I know him, the more I like him."

David lowered his head and stared blankly at his hands: "Can you understand? In the dark, in the mud, he is the only thing that shines."

The black metal ring on his index finger made him feel dazzling, he raised his hand and clasped the orange gemstone around his neck: "He is... the most important thing to me in this world, much more important than life. "

"I can not understand."

Bruce crossed his arms and leaned against the door: "If you really like him so much, tell him, I believe he will not be stingy in responding to you."

"No, I'll never tell him."

David raised his head, and looked straight at Bruce with his scarlet eyes that seemed to emit a strange light in the darkness.

He raised his lips and smiled, but there was bitterness in his smile.

"why?"

"Is Batman also responsible for solving other people's emotional problems?"

David shook his head, as if refusing to answer the question.

"Then you work too hard every day."

"Generally speaking, no."

Bruce raised his eyebrows and looked at him, then squatted down and looked up into his eyes again: "But... you can be an exception. After all, I don't want people to say that I always make you cry. What I want to scare are criminals , not you crying bag. So tell me, why? Maybe I have a way to help you."

David opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something.But he's apparently still drawn to Batman's "exception": "Why am I the exception?"

"Because you're the only guy I caught two days in a row when you first got to Gotham, and the only one who can go for a ride in the Batmobile every day."

Bruce raised his eyebrows: "If I don't solve your big trouble first, I'm afraid I can't stop every day. I have to catch you on the street every day and then let you go. This is a very tedious job."

David's beautiful red eyes curved into crescents: "You have a strange sense of humor, Mr. Batman. But..."

He touched his wet, soft white hair with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble, and I will never do it again."

"Then tell me. Why don't you want to tell him?"

"because…"

David lowered his eyes and clasped the orange gemstone around his neck nervously: "Because I lied to him."

This surprised Bruce a bit.

He never thought that the little rabbit would still cheat him. : "What did you lie to him?"

He didn't really care what David had lied to him about.

Since he hasn't even cost him anything yet, Bruce guesses that his so-called cheating on him won't be a big deal.

He just waited and thought about how to teach him.

What did he lie to him?

Bruce thought about it in his head, he couldn't think of it.

"It might be a little troublesome to explain."

David shook his head: "But it probably means that I lied to him that I had a good life."

Bruce frowned all of a sudden: "Why did you lie to him? He probably doesn't care about your past."

He couldn't figure out why David would deceive him on this point.

It doesn't matter at all.

"How could anyone not care?"

David lowered his eyes: "Even thinking about such things every day, looking at myself in the mirror every day, I hope..."

David's trembling hands reached the back of his neck, as if he couldn't restrain his emotions at all.

Tears rolled down his cheeks in big drops: "No one will care about this."

"…what?"

Before Bruce could wipe away the tears on his face, he was stunned by the scars hidden under the leather necklace: "This is..."

The scars were hideous and terrifying, even more distorted than the scars on the stitched corpses that Bruce had seen before.

The black thread was like a bug, looming under the white skin.It doesn't look solid, and while people can't help but worry, there is also deep fear in their hearts.

He was right.

It is almost impossible for anyone to be wrong about this hideous scar.

"What the hell... happened?"

Involuntarily, Bruce took off the gloves on his hands.He raised his hand and touched the scar carefully.

His hands were also trembling, feeling the uneven scars under his hands.

It is fatal.

Judging from the depth of the suture, it can even be inferred without any surprise that this is a very large incision.

But the scar wound around his fair neck for a week.

That means... his neck was completely severed.

But how is that possible?

He couldn't believe what happened to his little white rabbit.

He cries so much.

Such a wound must have made him cry for a long, long time.

He couldn't restrain his emotions, and he pulled David into his arms: "What happened? How could it be?"

But the person in his arms just said: "Something not so good."

"But they're long gone."

"Just the thought of..."

"I couldn't even give him a hug with my arms."

"I just feel so sad."

David shook his head and bit his lower lip: "He won't accept it, he will never accept it."

"I'm a monster, a real monster. Batman."

"How could he accept it? I don't even know if I'm human or not."

"He'll take it. David."

Bruce raised his hand and stroked the soft hair on his head. He felt distressed that his heart would be tightly compressed between breaths and breaths, but it seemed that there was a hole in it, and his heart hurt even when it beat.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's over. David."

Bruce hugged him to soothe his emotions: "It won't hurt anymore."

Batman in a black suit lowered his head, took the black leather necklace from his hand again, kissed his Adam's apple tenderly, and put the necklace on for him gently.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

Batman was right.

He is indeed the only one who can sit in the Batmobile for two consecutive days.

The Batmobile stopped smoothly in front of Wayne Manor.

Putting David down, Batman put his hands on the steering wheel, intending to wait for David to go in and drive the car back to the Batcave.

But the little rabbit, who had gone a long way, stumbled and ran back through the two inches of snow.

He quickly untied the fluffy white scarf around his neck and wrapped it around Batman's neck.

Bruce froze.

"It's very cold, even if it's Marysu... No, even Batman should keep warm."

Those crimson eyes looked at him without blinking, and said seriously: "Don't catch a cold, it will be very uncomfortable."

Bruce was a little dumbfounded. The scarf around his neck really didn't fit the image of Batman, but he didn't reach out to take off the scarf, but nodded: "I see, let's go in quickly."

He touched the soft hair on his head, and watched David stepping on the snow, walking towards the villa in the distance.

The Batmobile roared.

David guessed that he probably drove the car back to the Batcave.

[Although it's still about you, I still want to say, isn't it a bit redundant for you to tell him that?Is it in exchange for his sympathy? ]

David shook his head: "Just vaccinate him in advance."

He looked at the ring on his index finger, held the ring and took it off: "Even if he really finds out that I am really not human, he will only look back and regret that he didn't ask clearly, what I said was really true. "

He hesitated for a moment, but still planned to keep wearing the ring.

just in case.

It turns out.

He was already used to Bruce's style.

After sneaking into Bruce's bedroom, he opened the paper bag and took out the watch.He planned to quietly put the watch on Bruce's nightstand and go back to sleep.

But at the same time he put the watch on the bedside table, the floor lamp behind him was turned on with a "snap".

"Ok?"

A low, hoarse and magnetic voice sounded suddenly, accompanied by an arm wrapping around David's waist from behind:

"Where did a little rabbit come from? It's so late, do you want to climb into bed?"

David couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Here it comes again, this old bat spirit can really pretend.

This bloody routine.

Just because he didn't dare to say it, Bruce Wayne couldn't directly point it out.

This guy simply poured himself a glass of wine and created a little accident.

But the disgust in his heart was disgusting, and he immediately gave the reaction Bruce wanted - his body froze, and he let Bruce press him on the bed with a look of being shocked.

"Bruce?! Are you drinking? ... Ugh, let me go!"

Unsurprisingly, the struggle was of no use, and David shoved his chest with red eyes: "You're drunk, Bruce! Let go of me, don't touch me!"

"Don't you want it?"

His Adam's apple trembled slightly, and he let out a low, sexy chuckle.

Bruce blinked a pair of cobalt blue eyes, raised his hand to lift his chin, and carefully studied the expression on the little white rabbit's face.

His expression of shyness, resistance, and weakness was so cute, Bruce put his arms on top of his head, and kissed those thin lips as he wished.

The light cherry-colored thin lips were as soft and warm as he imagined.

Bruce kept rubbing his lips, licking his lower lip with his tongue.Then he bit his lips gently.

The little rabbit immediately opened his mouth subconsciously and exclaimed in pain.

Bruce rolled his eyes with a smile, and quickly entered his mouth with his tongue, blocking his small cries.

His tongue brushed over the sensitive palate, and Bruce opened his eyes, not surprised to see that pair of red eyes filled with tears again.

He pushed himself up, gave David a chance to breathe, and kissed his eyes again.