Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

Bruce handed him a glass of cold water.

David didn't even look at it, he took a big mouthful, rinsed his mouth and spat it out.

He weakly takes Bruce's hand that's supporting him, giving most of his weight to Bruce.

N metal made him really uncomfortable, but fortunately, he has improved a lot these days.

He wanted to vomit, but as a demon, he couldn't vomit anything at all.

Retching for a long time was just to make myself feel better psychologically.

Bruce stroked his soft white hair, his cobalt blue eyes filled with concern.

But he still made a joke on his mouth to ease the atmosphere slightly: "Is she pregnant?"

David took out a few pieces of paper to wipe off the water stains on the corners of his lips, and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "It's not your cub if you're pregnant."

Bruce raised his eyebrows: "Whose else could it be?"

"Superhuman."

With a smile in his red eyes, he raised the corners of his lips and looked at Bruce provocatively.

"Superman?"

Bruce was taken aback: "You know him very well?"

He never expected such an answer.

"Not familiar, I don't know him."

David shook his head honestly, and raised the corners of his lips: "I just want you to be jealous."

He lowered his head, kissed the corner of Bruce's eyes lightly with his thin lips: "So, did I make you jealous a little?"

"I got it."

Bruce raised his hand and nodded his lips: "Would you like to taste it, the taste inside is sour."

"really?"

"Really, I have to figure out a way."

Bruce wrapped his arms around his waist, and his ambiguous and magnetic voice sounded close to David's ear: "Let you conceive my child..."

David was unmoved, and even hooked his lips into a smile: "Please, think about it."

His slender fingers groped Bruce's hand, and his laughter was low and sweet: "Anyway, I'll never be the one below."

"...Can't we compete fairly?"

"Okay, as long as you beat me, you can say anything."

"...Can't it be compared to technology?"

The smile on the corner of David's lips was even bigger, but his expression was dangerous no matter how you looked at it: "Is technology your forte? Bruce...ah, yes, after all, he was 'trained' on countless people. "

"...No, I'm not, listen to me, I really don't!"

"Don't listen, don't listen! Bats chant scriptures!"

"David?!"

A strong arm wrapped around David's waist and pulled him back: "Listen to me."

"What do you want to say? Tell me that you don't have actual combat experience, but rely on the skill points lit up by the little movie in the bat computer?"

David let him put his arms around him, staring at Bruce unblinkingly with his red eyes.

Bruce's hand couldn't help pinching his waist: "Who is talking to you about this kind of thing? Can you shut up and listen to me quietly? You're embarrassing me like this."

"You said."

David raised his hand and made a zip gesture over his mouth.

The red eyes half-closed, waiting for Bruce's speech with great interest.

Bruce took a deep breath, "Listen to me."

"The way you were before, the pathetic way you pretended to be. I might like it, but vaguely, something tells me...it's not like that. I'm familiar with the way I get along with you, and I know it sounds absurd , but it is true, David."

"It's like I've loved you so many times in my dreams."

A warm hand touched David's cheek.

"Is that right?"

David frowned slightly.

But he grabbed his wrist.

Around Bruce's wrist is a slender red headband with a small gold bell at the end.

"Where did this come from?"

This small pendant looks exactly the same as the one that Daybreak Lantern used to wear on his hand.

"this?"

Bruce followed his gaze and shifted his gaze to his wrist: "Well... I just bought it by passing by a department store one day, and I think its color suits your eyes."

"And inexplicably, I feel a little familiar. I always feel that you seem to have long hair... Are you still wearing a skirt?"

"I haven't worn them."

David glared at him, but in his heart he was surprised and didn't know what to say.

what on earth is it?

Subconsciously, he raised his hand and tapped the orange gemstone around his neck, and couldn't help biting his lower lip.

His memory is not bad, this is not somewhat similar to that headband, if you look closely at its details, it is exactly the same.

He really wanted to ask the brats aloud what was going on, but his trembling hands thought about it first, and held Bruce's face in his hands: "Do you... have any previous memories? Do you remember? Is that you? Every time one?"

If every universe...

Bruce blinked blankly, dashing his hopes in an instant: "What? What each? What memory? Did I forget something?"

Yes, that is impossible.

David smiled, but his smile looked a little bit bitter: "No, it's nothing, it's just... I had a dream that was similar to yours."

He hugged Bruce tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his arms: "Don't worry about it, now I just want to be with you and protect you."

"David..."

"Ah."

"I won't wear a wedding dress."

"...?"

"After much deliberation, you are more suitable for wearing a wedding dress."

"Why? Why a wedding dress?"

"Because I want to marry you."

"marry???"

"You do not want it?"

"... "

He had never considered such a question before, his eyes widened for a moment, and he froze in place.

So that his thoughts drifted away for a moment, and he suddenly remembered something else—he seemed to have forgotten the death knell, maybe the guy is still trapped in the cave now: "Ah, I suddenly remembered that the death knell was still killed Trapped in…"

Bruce interrupted him in dissatisfaction: "Don't change the subject, David. You are not responsible for eating, are you going to whore for nothing?"

Bruce's expression looked as if he was going to point at his nose and call him a scumbag in a second.

David touched the tip of his nose awkwardly, and said awkwardly: "I'm not, I'm just a little too surprised. I didn't expect that we would come to this point..."

"so what?"

Bruce stared at him dissatisfied: "Don't you think you should do something to make it up to me?"

"doing what?"

"In a wedding dress."

"... "

"That `s a deal!"

David suddenly remembered, the Batman of the Injustice World.

Did he also say that he dreamed that they were arguing over who should wear the wedding dress?

A soreness suddenly appeared in the eye sockets.

He lowered his head, feeling the warmth in his arms.

Talking to himself: "You owe me a confession."

Bruce's expression froze: "I thought we were already together. Well, David."

"You always get what you want from me."

Those cobalt blue eyes seemed to be shining with stars: "Batman is Gotham's dark knight, so let Bruce Wayne also become a knight who swears allegiance to you only? How about it? My Royal Highness."

"Batman loves his city, Bruce Wayne loves you."

David put a light kiss on his forehead: "In exchange, I will give you my only weakness."

like.

Everything that happened to him became worthwhile in this moment.

"Don't cry, little crying bag. How do you explain it now? You've obviously been a crybaby since childhood."

Did he cry?

Warm fingers caressed his neck and untied the necklace.

Bruce looked at the hideous scar with a complicated expression, as if he was treating some treasure, he gently stroked the terrible scar, his blue eyes were full of distress: "Does it hurt?"

"pain!"

He was crying, he couldn't bear it at all.

He hugged Bruce and sobbed loudly: "It really hurts...It's cold and painful. It's like dying... There's no anesthesia, it feels like being cut by a scalpel..."

A long time ago, he really wanted to throw himself into his arms and cry loudly about his grievances like now.

But he dared not.

Now he seems to be finally able to do so.

The one he'd loved all along wasn't going to look coldly at his scars and tell him he was just a monster born in the wrong place.

He would just gently pull him into his arms, kiss his forehead lovingly, and tell him:

"It's okay, David, cry, I'm here."

"I love you."

The author has something to say:

What Da Ge wants is actually only these...

The ruthless battle is over, and the next one is laughter.

There is no sweetness in laughing wildly! ! !

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