Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

Until his body finally listened to his consciousness and supported him to get up from the bed.

The sky seems to be getting a little dark.

David covered his forehead in doubt, he didn't know when he had put on a set of pajamas that obviously didn't belong to him.

A hand suddenly rests on his shoulder—it's Bruce.

"what happened?"

His voice sounded full of worry.

Normal people don't even have a little consciousness when they are in a coma. He called David many times, but he didn't even have any signs of waking up.

This is really strange and can't help but worry.

David raised his hand and held his hand, and he shook his head wearily: "I don't know."

[N metal is very harmful to your body, David, you should not wear it around, even in your pocket, it is radiative.It doesn't just make your body weak for a period of time, and it doesn't just make your features look similar to normal people just by wearing it, it's not that simple. ]

Barbara's serious voice sounded at the right time, explaining to him.

Also.

After all, no one knows why that "David" in the Injustice World died.

No one knows whether he died from ten years of cold like a normal person, or from the radiation and other effects of N metal.

He got the N metal in his hand and has carried it with him for six years.

It was precisely because of it that he thought he would be weak.

David shook his head, and with some difficulty stood up with Bruce's support.

"The doctor said he found nothing wrong."

Bruce supported him and frowned tightly: "Let's go to the hospital."

It's so strange, how could he be so weak?

David still shook his head. He rested his chin on Bruce's shoulder and put his arms around his waist: "No, you know I hate hospitals, Bruce. I won't go to the hospital."

His voice was very small, and it sounded a little weak.

"Don't make trouble..."

At this time, he seemed to have completely forgotten what happened to him last night, and he only wanted to persuade him to go to the hospital: "There are some special instruments and equipment there."

"Don't go."

But David's attitude was extremely firm: "I won't get sick, anyway, I won't go."

"Anyone can..."

As soon as Bruce's words were out of his mouth, he immediately stopped talking and didn't go any further.

He sighed helplessly, feeling that he almost forgot about it, David really couldn't go to the hospital.

If it was as he said, not to mention that his body structure was different from ordinary people, the doctor couldn't deal with it at all.

Just the little rabbit's attitude that he doesn't even want to tell himself has shown how much he hates his body that is different from ordinary people.

Bruce didn't want to make him feel bad.

"hug me."

A soft sigh came to his ears, and a cold bracelet wrapped around his waist.

David rubbed the side of his neck with the tip of his nose, and whispered, "Let me charge the battery. Hug me, and I'll be fine."

Bruce sighed helplessly, letting him hug him.

He lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

He opened his lips and wanted to mention what happened last night, but he felt that it was a bit embarrassing. After thinking about it, he still gave up that topic.

Then asked another question: "Did you hear anything last night?"

"Ok?"

David raised his head, blinked his red eyes, tilted his head and looked at him innocently: "Last night? Last night you screamed very loudly."

Bruce: "?"

Barbara: [? ]

A chestnut mercilessly hit David's head, and a suspicious blush appeared on Bruce's face: "I'm serious. Last night, the nearby surveillance found Batman and the death knell. Did you hear Did you hear the sound of their confrontation?"

David raised his hands and covered his head with a blank face, looking at his eyes full of puzzlement and doubt: "Death knell? What is the death knell? Is it the bell? I didn't hear it."

He smiled awkwardly: "I was so tired last night, sorry, Bruce."

Obviously he is the one who is more tired.

It was David who was cool from the beginning to the end.

Bruce pinches his cheek resentfully, then pokes his bulging cheek.

This guy dares to be angry.

He was obviously the most angry one.

Not to mention being crushed under him by accident, he still couldn't beat him.

When I woke up in the morning, I found that I was still asleep, and I still couldn't say anything.

After checking the surveillance, it was found that another Batman appeared.Bruce even wondered if he was sleepwalking, because he carefully checked all the fingerprints on the armor, only his own.

Bruce even checked all the fingerprints on the inside of the glove, and there was still no one else besides him.

He contacted Fox, and Lucius told him that he didn't have any spare armor or armor under development and research.

This is very strange.

Could it be that the set of equipment that is exactly the same as the bat armor came out of nowhere?

He couldn't help but suspect that he really went out to sleepwalk.

But after watching the surveillance carefully... Bruce felt that the sleepwalking self might not be so strong.

In the surveillance, this "Batman" is not even lazy to dodge Death Knell's tricks, and his every move seems to be perfunctory, but Death Knell's weapon can't leave traces on him.

Bruce also contacted Superman far away in Metropolis, but Superman's answer was: No, he was sleeping at the time.

The timing was too coincidental, and he even had some doubts about Davide.

After all, it's impossible for him to be...tired.

But the little rabbit doesn't really look like a player who can fight.

Although this also makes Bruce a little suspicious...

Facing his probing gaze, David put his arms around his waist again: "Don't think about it, don't you dislike Batman? He's just an ordinary night watchman. It's impossible for the bell to ring from the city center. Pass it here."

Bruce ruffled his soft hair, thinking.

Maybe finding the death knell would solve all these problems, but he couldn't even find the death knell.The last place where the death knell was photographed on the surveillance was near the harbor, and then the whole night seemed to be immersed, leaving only "Batman" who was still patrolling the downtown area.

Bruce figured that tonight he might be able to look for clues about Deathstroke.

He touched the little white rabbit's chin: "Go down and eat something, there is cream soup tonight, aren't you hungry?"

David squinted his eyes comfortably like a small animal, he gave a vague "hmm", and then seemed to react, and quickly got rid of Bruce's clutches: "Hungry, wait a minute..."

He wanted to touch his ring from the bedside table, but he looked around, but couldn't find the black ring made of N metal.

"Looking for this?"

Bruce took out the ring from his pocket and looked at him strangely: "What is this?"

He has tested that this metal element does not exist on the periodic table.

David wore that ring every day, and he couldn't help it.

"Ah, here you are."

David touched his soft hair: "N metal, I gave it to you. But you have to check whether it has radiation on the human body. If not, take it with you just in case. Put it in the batcave... ah..."

He quickly covered his mouth and bit his tongue.

Bruce looked at him even more strangely. He held the ring and looked at him unkindly: "How did you know? When?"

David stuck out his tongue in embarrassment: "That, sorry. Actually, I can smell it."

"What do you mean?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow puzzled.

David moved closer to him, his little pink nose twitching: "It's the smell, your smell is the same as his."

"It's a little, light, the smell of sunshine."

The crimson eyes looked at him with a smile: "It has a soothing taste, and it is my favorite flavor."

He leaned down and kissed Bruce's lips.He didn't use any force, just rubbed gently.

He wrapped his arms around Bruce's waist again.

This kind of action seemed to make him very satisfied, and he let out a deep sigh: "When I saw you for the first time, I felt a little strange. After repeated comparisons, I was almost sure. Like fingerprints, there are no two people. It tastes exactly the same, Bruce."

"Are you a dog?"

Bruce frowned, he really didn't think of the possibility that he would be exposed because of the smell one day.

"I am what you want me to be."

David chuckled and rubbed his cheek: "I am yours, and I am at your command. You can do whatever you want me to do."

When he said this, he obviously thought of something not very good, his cheeks turned red all of a sudden, and his smile became shy: "Of course... that can't be done."

Which?

Bruce wanted to drag him out and beat him up.

He suspected that what he brought back was not a rabbit, but a Teddy.

"What did I ask you to do?"

Bruce looked at him slightly disgusted.

The little rabbit is clumsy at everything, even pouring a glass of water can spill half of it on the way.

It seems that the only function is to be cute.

It's cute to bully, and it's cute to do anything.

But it can only make his heart beat faster and dizzy for a while, but it can't make the enemy feel the same as him.

The little rabbit smiled, turned his head and kissed him on the cheek: "At least let you relax? Keeping a happy mood is the secret of longevity, Bruce."

...

Into the night

Gotham's Dark Knight is once again moving silently through the city under the cover of night.

He tries to find clues to Deathstroke.

The Joker has been missing for a long time, and he has no new moves for a long time.

Bruce couldn't help but attribute this matter to the clown.

What does he want to do?

Bruce quickly ruled out several options in his mind. If the clown finds Deathstroke to deal with him, what would he want to do?

All this puzzled him.

But it is true that no one can guess what the clown is thinking.

Bruce sighed.

In the Arkham clown's ward, he didn't seem to find any clues.

He turned away, intending to make a trip to the Black Gate.

But just as he took a step forward, the door of the ward slammed shut in front of him.

This is a special ward where clowns are held. It doesn't even have windows. Except for the door, there are only bombs left.A wall that can't be blown apart by medicine.

Oops.

A thought flashed through Bruce's mind.

Hypnotic gas spewed out from the corner of the ward, and the clown's ear-piercing laughter sounded: "Look what I caught? A little bat~"

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