Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

Snow always makes everything look beautiful inadvertently.

Pure white covers everything.

It snowed continuously for a week.

In the distance, the top of the Wayne Building was covered with a layer of white hats, and the statues everywhere in Gotham City were also covered by snow, and even the dirty alleys seemed to have buried all the sins under heavy snow.

Snow flakes fluttered on David's tongue, and a pair of red eyes sparkled.

Like a child who knows nothing and is very curious about everything.

Bruce leaned against the Batmobile, looking up at the white-haired man lying on top of the Batmobile.

A smile could not help appearing in my heart.

Rarely, this snowy night seemed to bring a strange calm to Gotham.

The sensor on the cloak never sounded.

Bruce turned his head and climbed onto the Batmobile with the car door twice, sitting next to David.

"Let's play something."

David turned his head sideways, lifting the fabric of Batman's cape from his face.

A pair of scarlet eyes looked at him without blinking, and David shook the beer bottle in his hand: "Otherwise, it would be too boring to drink to Xue like this."

"Then why are you drinking?"

"Because Bruce broke my heart."

"What did he do again?"

"He's dating other girls."

Bruce frowned. Today, he honestly stayed in the office all day studying the blueprints. Why did he date another girl?

"When?"

Finely crushed snow is pinched into a small ball and placed on top of a can.

David put the bottle of beer beside him and opened a bottle of brandy.

"last night."

He raised his head, and the small bottle of liquid in the glass bottle immediately ran out.

"I dreamed that he was dating another girl."

Batman: "..."

It's really a bit dumbfounding, I don't know what to say for a while.

This guy is obviously making trouble for no reason.

He can't accuse him of anything yet.

Bruce lowered his eyes, looked at the corners of his reddened eyes, a little bit trying to stop him from pouring wine into bottles.

But...well, it's almost time to ring in the Christmas bells.

Let him go.

"what do you want to play?"

"Um…"

David raised his hand and touched the bright gemstone around his neck, his consciousness seemed to be a little blurred.

The whiskey had no ice cubes, so he casually squeezed some snow balls and threw them in.

"Let's play...let's tell the truth. Ask the other party a question, don't lie, tell the truth."

"You ask first?"

After he finished drinking, he obediently put all the wine bottles into the garbage bag.

And there's no point in sharing it with Batman.

Red eyes cast a hazy look at Batman next to him: "Don't worry... I won't ask questions about who your real identity is."

He was as soft as a bone, resting his chin on Bruce's shoulder, obediently putting most of his weight on him.

It looks lazy like a big cat hugging its owner and acting like a baby.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you ask.

It's okay to tell you.

Bruce looked into his eyes and thought, and he sighed and asked what he'd always wanted to ask: "What is that gemstone? Is it important to you?"

"Ah, this..."

David lowered his head, rubbing the edges and corners of the gem with his pink fingers: "It's a very important thing."

"This is proof that I... did something wrong. But fortunately, there is still a chance to make amends, I..."

He seemed to be really a little drunk, he couldn't speak clearly, his sentences were intermittent, and the word order was reversed.

David's red eyes flickered, but he knew what he really wanted to say in his heart.

He wanted to make Bruce in every world happy as much as possible, as the group of bear children said.Then he wants to go back, find a way, resurrect him, and have a real relationship with him.

Protect him again.

"In short, it is very important. Even if you lose your life, you must protect him."

"And what about Bruce Wayne?"

Bruce frowned, only thinking that "he" was something he said unconsciously after drinking.

"They are equating, right? They are all very important things that should be well protected."

David blinked and shook his head: "You asked two questions, and I want to ask them back."

"You said."

"When do you think you are the happiest?"

He held his forehead and rubbed his temples with some discomfort.

"Now."

Bruce looks at him and presses his gloved fingers to his temples, the cold temperature making him feel a little better.

He decided to take him back and cook him some hangover soup later.

"Why? Why not an innocent childhood?"

Pretty much the same answer.

David didn't understand.

He thought that his happiest time should be before the age of eight, that carefree little boy with no darkness in his eyes.

Or maybe he was wrong from the start.

He doesn't understand.

Perhaps most people except Batman have the same definition of happiness: a happy and peaceful life, and the health and longevity of loved ones.No worries, no worries.

"It's now."

Batman shook his head.

He understands that he is, little by little, achieving what he is after.

Forget all the pain in the past, throw away all the wrong theories, and work hard wholeheartedly and little by little, so that the city will gradually become what he wants.

That is what generations of the Wayne family have been working hard for, to make Gotham a world where everyone is equal, and to let light cover the entire city.

He is the happiest who becomes Batman and works hard for his ideal.

He gave a rare smile: "Does it sound strange, but this way, I am very satisfied. For this city, everything I have done is worth it."

Forget it.

David shook his head.

Since he feels happy, be happy.

Their beliefs are completely opposite.

But he didn't want to dictate to his happiness any more.

He just wants to make it easier to realize his ideal, and cut off all the pain in the process.

He wanted to quietly add a trick to him, making his story look more like a fairy tale for children.

There are adventures, treasures, and dragons.

Occasionally, he encounters some thrilling things, but every time he can rely on his unparalleled wit to save the day.

After going through everything, he finally influenced the evil dragon, married his princess, took over his country, and lived a happy life.

only.

David couldn't help chuckling when he thought of this, this princess is obviously a counterfeit, a big devil in the skin of a crying bunny.

"Is it funny?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow and asked.

"No, I just think you're cute."

David puts his arms up: "Like Bruce."

Bruce's heart trembled, almost thinking he had noticed something.

"The same is true for other people's ideals."

David shook his head: "It's obviously an irrelevant stranger."

But he still has to desperately protect him.

This is the biggest difference between David and the so-called superheroes.

He is selfish, he is selfish to the extreme.

His life is precious, and he will always give everything for those he loves.

Bruce raised his eyebrows, but didn't take his words seriously.

He never felt any resemblance between the playboy image of "Bruce Wayne" and Batman.

He turned his head and started the next question: "Why? You like high heels so much?"

David was really taken aback by his question.

He prepared a lot of answers, but he didn't expect Bruce to ask this question.

really...

He sighed in his heart, and lay back in the snow again.

The cold snow made him hiss softly: "That..."

Looking into the distance with red eyes, David's hands slowly picked up the snow and kneaded it into a snow ball.He smiled towards the direction of the building in the distance: "Actually, I really like...kissing the forehead. I always feel that it is a very, very sacred action."

He threw the snowball into the distance vigorously.

Bruce didn't pay attention to his movements, nor did he care where the snowball flew. He just turned his head and waited quietly for David's answer.

"It's about love, but it has nothing to do with emotion. Desire. It represents liking, caring, cherishing, protecting...it's also a promise."

David raised his arms to cover his eyes: "Before parting, I want to kiss the forehead of the person I like. It's like, that kiss will tell him, don't worry, I will be back soon, and I will be safe Go through the day without incident and don't worry."

"It's not as passionate and suggestive as a kiss on the eyes or a kiss on the lips. It's just a flat expectation, a blessing."

David's voice was a little choked: "It's the 'I love you' I want most... But, it seems that I have never had the opportunity to make such an action."

What does "with your high heels..." have to do with it?

David smiled weakly.

He lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings, soft and messy: "Well, I've actually wanted to give him a kiss on his forehead since a long time ago..."

His face turned red, whether it was from the alcohol or something else.

"But...but...I dare not."

Not this world.

It was a long time ago, when he crawled out of hell and went back to find Bruce Wayne.

He just wanted to kiss his forehead, as if nothing had happened, and then smiled and said, "I'm back."

"I wear high heels because there is a difference of three centimeters in height. You don't need to lower your head and raise your head, and your lips are just between his eyebrows."

This "he" refers to anyone who can figure it out without using their brains.

"I can not."

He covered his face, his voice sounded extremely helpless with tears in his voice.

Because he is not a little white rabbit, he is a monster.

Because he found that Bruce had long forgotten him.

He didn't need him to say "I'm back".

He doesn't need his protection, he doesn't need his love.

He is Batman.

He doesn't even need his likes.

"Don't cry."

Bruce lowered his head, rubbed his soft white hair, and carefully held him in his arms: "Don't be afraid, of course you can do this, you can kiss him, you can do everything you want, David. "

"You are 'loved.'"

A soft, feathery kiss landed on his forehead.

It's like... a missionary greeting the morning light, kissing his errant lamb.

The kiss was replaced by a loving and cherished hug.

David opened his eyes.

A pair of viscous scarlet eyes stared straight at the distant building.

The meaning of the threat is self-evident.

A spy was set up upstairs in the distance.hit.The dead shot of the gun couldn't help but shed cold sweat.

The white snowball shattered and exploded right at his feet, leaving only white traces and snow water.

He was sure he saw him...

What kind of monster is this.

The mission the Joker gave him...was simply impossible.