Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

He is drunk.

Batman drove him back home and asked Alfred to pick up Mr. Rabbit who was left at the door.

Then he changed into normal clothes and took Mr. Rabbit with his own hands.

David's whole face was flushed red.

The thin lips were tightly pursed, and occasionally let out a few small and low-pitched ravings.

The whole person nestled in Bruce's arms uncomfortably.

It seemed that even the long ears drooped uncomfortably and aggrievedly.

"Brucie."

He opened his eyes in confusion, his red pupils were filled with mist.

Obviously the little idiot has grown up so big, why does he love to cry so much?

Bruce hugged him and lowered him into the tub.

He raised his hand and unbuttoned his buttons one by one.

The temperature of the hot water was just right, and David couldn't help letting out a sigh.

Surrounded by warm, hot water is so comforting, especially after he's been downed a lot.Whiskey, brandy, champagne, tequila... He can't remember exactly how much he drank.

But no matter how he drank, the alcohol didn't have the slightest effect on his body, it just stained his whole body with a strong alcohol smell.

"Ah Fu made hangover soup, you go and soak for a while..."

The two buttons were undone, revealing a small and delicate collarbone and fair skin.

Bruce's cobalt blue eyes darkened, and he stopped his movements abruptly.

He put his hands on David's shoulders again, and he was not surprised to see the black collar wrapped around his neck.Bruce twitched his fingers, reaching for his collar.There was a little amused expression on his face: "Why do you still take it in the shower..."

As soon as his hand touched the leather, black collar, David grabbed his hand.

There was obvious water mist in his blood red eyes, and he said in a soft voice full of grievances: "I don't want you to touch it."

"I won't touch it." Bruce was stunned for a moment, letting David hold his hand like this, and couldn't help but bent down and stroked his hair and comforted him: "...Why are you crying? Don't cry."

Something flashed quickly in David's eyes, he held Bruce's arm tightly, and said in a coquettish tone: "Uncomfortable... Brucey, help me... take off my clothes, it's so uncomfortable, so entangled On the body."

Bruce froze in place in an instant. He had taken off the clothes of many people, but now he felt that he couldn't do it at all.For a moment of embarrassment and embarrassment, I didn't know where to put my hands.

But don't you want him?

Such a voice suddenly sounded in his head.

Bruce took a deep breath, raised his trembling hand, and undid the third button.

...

The low and hoarse panting was full of tears: "Can't you? Bruce? Please, can you let me touch it?"

"Why not? Didn't I make you that comfortable? Bruce, I want to hear you call...my name, and a**..."

"Can you..."

The voice beside the ear was still crying, and the tears fell on Bruce's shoulders.He hugged Bruce tightly: "Bruce, show me the tears, okay? You are really beautiful when you cry, I... There is no way to refuse you, you know. I want you..."

Excessive.

This guy.

She actually cried and begged him to cry for him.

Bruce thought a little deliriously, but clasped his shoulders tightly, nodded indiscriminately, and agreed.

With strong emotions rolling in his scarlet eyes, he sighed slightly: "I won't hurt you again, Bruce, I will protect you."

David hugged his waist tightly, his pale and wheat-colored healthy skin intertwined.

A low sigh rose from David's chest: "I'll give you anything, Bruce. Whatever it is, whatever you want, I'll make it happen for you."

"if only…"

With a smile in his red eyes, he looked at Bruce who fell asleep tiredly.

He smiled and stood up, stripped himself out of his body, and kissed those eyes: "As long as you love me."

...

David picked him up, carried him back to the bathroom, and cleaned him up gently and carefully.

The sheets were also thrown away and replaced with new ones.

The red eyes glanced at Bruce who was lying on the bed and fell asleep exhaustedly. He suppressed the love that was so full that it was about to overflow, walked out of the balcony barefoot, and lit a cigarette.

Visible red dots floated in the darkness.

Like his eyes.

It was cold and filled with viscous blood.

The smoke escaped from his fingertips, and he stared silently into the distance.

The scarlet eyes were so frightening that it was hard to look directly at them.

Deathstroke took a deep breath.

His intuition made him instantly realize that he might not be the guy's match, but the clown paid the world's number one assassin to kill him.

David leaned on the balcony and watched Deathstroke lazily, he was smoking a cigarette butt, red.Topless.

He slouched and didn't want to move, but it looked like he still had a problem to deal with.

Whether Deathstroke is looking for him or Bruce Wayne, or Batman.He has already stepped into Wayne Manor, which is a dangerous omen.

David tilted his head and thought for a moment, the black breath gathered into a sniper rifle, he set the stock of the gun and fired a shot, the bullet was shot at the foot of the death knell.

This is a threat.

Deathstroke looked up, wanting to take another look at the guy.

But he found that those red eyes had disappeared.

The death knell became tense all of a sudden, he took out his broad sword and put it in front of him, looking around warily.

He couldn't help recalling those scarlet eyes in his mind... Are they really human?

The sound of the wind suddenly appeared behind him with a cold breath.

Deathstroke turned sharply, and the broadsword bumped into a black long knife.

The broad sword that can absorb all energy in the world quickly absorbed the "long knife" completely.

only…

The person who came was not his mission target, but Batman.

It’s weird.

Deathstroke raised his eyebrows, how could Batman use a knife?

Batman stared at the broadsword in his hand with a curious look, and he muttered softly: "Ah, trouble."

I don't know what trouble he is having.

Soon, though, Deathstroke figured it out.

He thought it was troublesome to fight with himself.

The "Batman" in front of him was fighting without any rules, but the death knell found that all his attacks were in vain.His sword can cut through his armor, but not his skin.

The small explosion made by the titanium alloy stick couldn't even hurt the man in front of him at all, and couldn't even leave a trace.

Deathstroke soon understood that it was not a suit of armor, but clothing made of energy.

The person in front of me is probably not Batman...

It's almost like fighting Superman...

The death knell couldn't help but suspect that this thing wouldn't be Superman wearing a Batman uniform and coming to beat him?Too bullying the old man.

But it's not like he hasn't fought Superman.

The appearance of all these moves attacking at the deadly point is really not like something a Kryptonian would do, not to mention a new weapon with that black breath appearing in his hand from time to time.

Although it can be absorbed by the broad sword, the energy that can't hold him is continuously released as if he doesn't want money, and it is released towards him in all directions.

The sword finally reached "Batman".

The black energy gathers into a net,

"Batman" bound Deathstroke in it, but instead of handing him over to the police station, he took him to a hidden cave.

Bind Deathstroke here.

He asked only one question throughout: "Who is the target?"

Deathstroke thought maybe what he told him would make him let go of himself.

"David Dumacher."

"Batman" nodded, took off the helmet directly, and brushed his hair: "Is that me?"

Deathstroke really didn't expect Batman to reveal his true face like this.

[?What are you doing in Batman's vest again? ]

Dick's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Ah... good morning Little Wing."

David rolled his eyes happily: "Has the communicator been repaired?"

A few days ago, Dick told him that there was something temporary wrong with the instrument and that it was going to be repaired.

Now there is a voice in my head again.

He curled his white hair and sighed in his heart when the machine was broken and when it was repaired, with a calm smile on his face: "I didn't do anything bad, I just helped him tie up an old friend."

[Where's Batman?Does he care about you?What have you been doing these days? ]

"He seems a little tired."

David shrugged and walked out of the cave with his helmet in his arms.He's going to go through Gotham Night Watch now before going back to bed.

"So I'm here for him."

[you already...? ]

[You are together again? ]

Tim's voice cuts in.

"This one works well again."

David put on his helmet again: "Nothing, just a normal relationship."

[…Just as you can fall in love normally, can Bruce fall in love normally? ]

"Yes. Speaking of which, I'm not very familiar with Gotham, Little Wing, you should have taken Xiaoba to a lot of places for dates, right? Is there any place that is delicious? Well... Tim? I should go more or less pass?"

[…we, no, we usually just hang out on the bridge and tackle some quests. ]

[Bruce probably knows these things better than either of us. ]

[Or you could ask Barbara?She can look it up for you. ]

David nodded, entwined with a black breath, he opened the huge bat wings and glides down.

"Watching a movie or something... Will he agree to go?"

[There is a movie theater in the basement...]

"Come on, it's so boring."

[Can you tie him up? ]

"let me consider it."

When Bruce woke up the next day, his whole body was in pain like falling apart.It was worse than when he started training on the first day.

But fortunately, he guessed that at least it didn't crack.

Bruce sighed, struggling to get out of bed.

But he soon found that his arm was numb, and a heavy object was obviously pressed on it-David's head.

Bruce stared at him, not knowing how to react.

His head hurts a bit, and he doesn't understand what happened last night.

The little rabbit was sleeping soundly in his arms, pursing her thin cherry lips.

Looks like he didn't sleep well.

Bruce reaches up and touches his cheek, thinking this is the most ridiculous Christmas he's ever had.

It was so strange, if it wasn't for the soreness behind him, he would have thought he was having a ridiculous dream.

David sensed the breath that he had woken up.

He wants to open his eyes and smile at Bruce, but, maybe again, the N-metal ring was on his finger for too long last night.

He became a little weak again, and for a while, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them.