Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

David hit the tempered glass again with a punch.

This time, not only blood stains were left on the glass, but also tiny cracks that could not be detected.

The clown's injection had a great impact on him, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

It looked hideous.

"Ah...it seems to be working."

The clown laughed softly: "It seems to be a little faster than I expected."

"I suddenly changed my mind, little bat."

The needle-pricked piece of iron stopped suddenly a foot away from the tip of Batman's nose.

He even flipped the switch on the tempered glass: "Toxins make people lose their minds... uh, no, no, no, just magnify the craziest thoughts in people's minds. It's just small thoughts, Batman, but those small thoughts Much of it involves killing you."

"What will you do? Your little lover seems to be in pain, are you going to help him solve all this? It's not murder, you just ended his pain, it's helping him..."

The more he said, the more he seemed to be amused by his own words, and he couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

David's skin had grown morbidly pale, and his cherry-colored thin lips were as red as blood.

It can be seen that he is struggling against such changes.

He bent down, but accidentally fell to the ground.

A few low-pitched laughter appeared on the thin lips that were tightly covered.

He frowned tightly and bit his lower lip.

Struggling to stand up, Bruce's body was untied with trembling hands.

"Don't think about taking him back for treatment. There is no way to treat him. In addition, this room has been fully reinforced. There is no possibility of escape. I will only do it when there is only one of you left. open the door."

The clown excitedly raised his chin and watched the images on the surveillance camera. Their expressions made him feel very happy.

But the screen suddenly flashed twice, and the microphone also rang with the sound of electric current.

"what?"

The clown tugged on the wire suspiciously.

"David..."

The arm was finally released, and Bruce raised his hand to caress his face, not knowing what to say for a moment.

His mind was urging him to quickly find a solution to the current problem, but he didn't know it.

He couldn't even tell a lie like: "Everything will be fine."

"Do not be sad."

David put his finger on the corner of his lips: "Smile, it's not that bad."

He lowered his head and kissed the forehead of Batman's black helmet: "I said I will protect you, don't worry."

It's just that his trembling hands and obviously abnormal skin color look really unconvincing.

Bruce held his hand, blood was oozing from the phalanges.

There was some hemostatic spray in his belt just in case, and he sprayed it on David's hand, holding his hand carefully and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

David smiled, and shook his head.

"Why are you so stupid."

Bruce pinched his cheek: "How could you break the glass and make yourself like this..."

Bruce lowered his eyes and didn't continue talking. He took David into his arms: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. It will always be like this. The people around me are affected and this happens."

He remembered what he said about kissing the forehead, lowered his eyes and kissed his forehead: "There will be a way."

He still had some sedatives in his belt, one for David too.

"David" smiled at Batman: "Listen, I won't put you in danger."

He picked up the binding belt and tied it around his ankles, and the corners of his eyes were bright red.

He didn't know what kind of madness the poison had stimulated him, and there were a few low smiles on his thin lips. Under Bruce's gaze, he tied himself up, leaving only one hand to undo the buttons of his pajamas one by one.

He raised his head to meet Bruce's puzzled eyes: "Anyway, I have to tie me up like this so that I don't really do anything. Or should I shoot now while I still have reason? I can let you be on top."

Bruce: "?"

He had no idea what was going on in David's head every day.

Upright, Batman quickly re-buttoned him and untied the restraint on his wrist: "Don't make trouble, we still have a chance to go out. As long as it is poison, there must be an antidote, Lu...someone can help us."

"Really don't want it?"

David looked at him with a smile: "This is your only chance to counterattack."

Bruce coughed awkwardly, shook his head and rejected him: "No!"

"Ok."

David's smile was a little indescribably gentle, he sat up and grabbed Batman's shoulders.

A pair of bloodshot red eyes looked at Bruce, and took his hand: "I'm afraid I won't have the chance to say it again, Bruce. I love you, you know?"

"I know."

Bruce's eyes flickered, and his fingers pressed against his lips to stop him from continuing: "There is still a chance, go out and tell me this, David, I still have a lot of things I want to ask you."

David shook his head, but was still smiling.

That was probably the effect of the poison.

He put his arms around Bruce's waist, and sighed softly: "Actually, I don't like to cry, Bruce. In my eyes, crying has always been a cowardly act of showing weakness..."

"Actually, I've rarely been injured."

He tilted his head and looked at the wound on his hand, as if surprised that it still had no tendency to heal.

"But I'm afraid of pain."

"You know."

"I know."

Bruce lowered his head and kissed the corner of his eyes: "You have been like this since you were a child, and you are very sensitive to pain, but you have been a crying bag since you were a child."

David seemed to be amused by his words: "I'm not a crying bag, I hate the behavior of crying when I do anything."

"It's just that sometimes...it hurts."

Big drops of tears suddenly rolled down from the corners of his eyes, but he still smiled: "Heart, although I know that I have no heart for a long time. But it still hurts... When I think about it, I will be separated from you immediately." , Bruce."

"I don't want to be separated from you for a moment."

"I really love you."

"These eyes only see you from beginning to end."

"I'm so scared that you will look at another person with the same emotion. Or, like the previous glance, you will forget my existence at all."

"Even I...wanted to kill you so you wouldn't do it."

...

[Are you sure there is no problem below? ]

Dick's voice was worried.

"No."

David wiped the blood that belonged to the clown on his hands, and threw the tissue into the trash can in disgust.

He didn't kill the clown, he just beat him up, but maybe he couldn't come out to be a monster for a few years.

"That's 'me,' and if he sensed that he might do something to hurt Bruce, he would kill himself."

He took out the key from the clown's pocket, gave a condescending look at Harley Quinn who was tied up by him, and strode out of the room.

[I don't understand, isn't that just an illusion constructed by the Reality Gem? ]

"What counts as an illusion? If it wants to be real enough, or simply make it real, then it must have a reference."

David narrowed his eyes, fortunately he saved a hand.

When he realized that the influence of N metal on him was more exaggerated than he had imagined, he released some black gas-like energy with all his strength, slipped out through the small ventilation opening, and followed the clown.

What remained there was another energy body, which tricked the clown's eyes with the power of the red gem.

[so...]

"So that would be all my own reactions, you don't need to worry about that."

...

Bruce stroked his back softly.

It's as if he doesn't think it's crazy what he's saying.

"I will never."

Davyd laughed softly, and broke free from his arms.

His laughter even sounded almost like a clown, creepy and sticky, disgusting.

"Turn around, Bruce."

Bruce didn't know what he wanted to do, and it was dangerous to turn around like this.

The clowned David might have killed him by accident, but Bruce turned his back without any hesitation, "Is that so?"

David smiled with satisfaction: "That's right."

Then, the air seemed to become quieter.

All Bruce heard was an eerie "click".

He caught his breath suddenly.

But dare not look back.

The door swung open in front of him.

As the Joker had promised, if there was only one of them left.

But the clown's noisy voice didn't sound through the speakers, and there was a man standing outside the door that surprised him—David.

It's just that his complexion looks very normal. Although his complexion is pale, his lips are not so excessively red, but have a light cherry color.

It was as if the David just now was his dream.

Bruce glanced back quickly.

There was literally no one behind him.

David raised his eyebrows, and answered a sentence at the right time while holding the door frame: "Didn't I say that a long time ago? In fact, I am no longer a human being."

He leaned there lazily, with an arrogant and careless expression.

The dark blue silk pajamas made his skin paler, and he didn't even wear shoes, his feet were bare.He is tall and slender, and even wrapped in clothes, he may even feel a little thin.

But it wasn't. Bruce knew that under the thin pajamas, there were smooth muscles that were as explosive as a cheetah.

A head of soft white hair has not been tidied up, it looks a bit messy and unruly.The red eyes are like the finest pigeon blood rubies, shining brightly.The thin lips were pursed lightly with a faint smile.A wide black leather necklace tightens the swan-like neck.

He is very beautiful, and if gender is ignored, he can even easily become the so-called "Hollywood sweetheart".Being stared at seriously by those eyes, it is easy to make your heart beat faster and blush.

In particular, there were dots of hickey marks where the pajamas couldn't cover them. They were left by him last night, and they couldn't be faked.

"but…"

How can this be?

Bruce looked at him in surprise.

David raised his hand and shook the small bottle made of something like black breath, which contained the clown's light green potion: "If you're wondering about this, it's here. I think you might use Get it, use it to study it or make some antidote, maybe one day the clown will come up with the same thing again."

He threw the bottle of reagent directly at Bruce, still holding on to the door frame without moving.

Bruce raised his hand to catch it, and the reagent did look like it was produced by a clown.But he still felt very strange.

very strange.

David raised his eyebrows: "Still leaving? Do you really want to be here...?"

The veins on Bruce's forehead suddenly started to throb, and he almost threw the reagent in his hand back and hit him in the face.

David still shrugged, raised his lips and looked at him with a smile: "Impossible, just now was your only chance to counterattack, but you refused."

"What crap is all you've been thinking about in your head!"

Batman gritted his teeth.

"Come on, I just called an ambulance for the Joker. It's not nice for them to see Batman bullying innocent citizens in public."

"...who is the innocent citizen? Don't you think yours should be explained?"

Bruce walked over to him quickly, grabbed his collar and glared at him.

"me."

David lowered his head, looked at him with a smile in his red eyes, let him grab his neckline, lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips.

"It seems that I really forgot to give you some buffer time."

David raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, and the eye sockets immediately turned red.

He blinked, put on a pitiful look of grievance, and pursed his mouth: "I'm not actually a little white rabbit, I'm a devil~"

That face looked very cute and pitiful, but those red eyes were full of teasing.

"Brucey...are you..."

His voice was so low it sounded like a demonic whisper to Bruce.

"Stone more?"

"roll!"

Bruce gritted his teeth and slapped him hard on the head: "You've been lying to me? Break up!"

"separate?"

David's voice sounded full of doubts, and he blinked innocently: "We are not guns. Are we friends? When did we get together?"

He said so, but his body staggered and fell straight into Bruce's arms.

"David?"

Bruce grabbed his waist in a hurry: "What's the matter?"

"No, it's fine."

David shook his head, putting most of his weight on Batman.

"Just a little tired, you take that ring away from me."

"I didn't mean to lie to you. If you want to know, I will tell you everything. If you are willing to accept, we can discuss...together. It doesn't matter if you don't want to accept it."

"After all, you prefer... the little white rabbit, I can't help myself, right? After all, I want you."

"I do not have!"

"Didn't you try to trick me into bed?"

The red eyes are smiling.

"...The premise is you."

"…What's the meaning?"

"meaning is…"

Bruce took a deep breath: "You appeared there. No matter what you look like or what you have experienced, I will never turn back and be hopeless..."

"I like you."

"The premise is you."

"Tears can be faked, David, but eyes can't. A heartbeat can disappear, but a heartbeat can't."

"You lied to people like this, and you did something too much."

Bruce raised the corners of his lips and pinched David's cheek: "Apologize to me."

"For a lifetime."

The author has something to say:

Da Ge:? ? ?

tease me?Can a bat's mouth be so sweet?Fake bat! (pointing)

Master: Do you really think you can plot against me?Is it because my blood makes money?

(bat swell)