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Grace and Bruce are back in the Batcave.

Batman hasn't come back yet, it's still early for him.

Damian had left but said he would be back the next day.

Grace walked lightly to the door of the bedroom, Alfred was already asleep on the bed.

She didn't want to disturb his rest, so she didn't go in, and turned back to the outermost hall.

Bruce stood alone in front of the supercomputer, looking like he was thinking about everything.

"Alfred is asleep," Grace walked over to him, "what were you thinking?"

Bruce didn't answer his question, but just raised his hand and tapped the keyboard, and an instruction box asking for a password appeared on the screen.

He entered a password casually, and after displaying an error, he stopped trying.

Grace watched all this, not understanding what Bruce was doing.

"He figured we'd come over, and he reset the permissions to prevent me from getting anything out of the computer," Bruce explained to her.

"He and I are essentially one person. We will use the same way of thinking, use the same mode of action, and naturally use the same password." Bruce narrowed his eyes.

Grace understood what he meant, and she wasn't surprised by Batman's behavior.

"If you were faced with this situation, you would choose to do the same." She knew Bruce's character, and this was something he would do.

Because of Batman's deliberate concealment, it is impossible for them to get anything from this bat computer.

Just waiting for Diana to come back.

The two sat at the conference table, Grace closed her eyes and rested, but felt a gaze staring at her all the time.

After a while, she couldn't bear it anymore.

"What's wrong?" Grace opened her eyes and looked at Bruce.

Bruce looked back calmly, undisturbed.

"Have you lived here these three months?" he asked.

"Well, there's nowhere to go," Grace said helplessly, "I'm broke here."

Moreover, with such a face on her face, it is impossible for her to go out and make money.

"There is only one bed and sofa in the bedroom."

Grace blinked, realizing what he was wondering about.

"Alfred sleeps on the bed, I sleep on the sofa," Grace sighed inwardly, "Batman's schedule is chaotic, I haven't seen him rest normally in the past three months."

She was worried about the other him.

Bruce lowered his eyes, not knowing how to describe his current mood.

"You haven't had a good rest either."

Grace's words caught him a little off guard, and he got out of the emotion just now.

He looked at Grace and found that there was a little guilt in her eyes.

"I'm right." Grace was sure that she would not be wrong. "When was the last time you slept?"

"I..." A syllable came out of Bruce's mouth, but he couldn't continue.

Grace stared at him and said seriously, "The truth."

"Four days ago." He sighed inwardly, and replied honestly.

Grace was suddenly overwhelmed by inexplicable emotions.

She could feel her own guilt, but there was something else mixed in with it.

Grace didn't speak, stood up and walked into the bedroom.

When she came back, she was holding a thick blanket in her hands.

"Fortunately I didn't wake Alfred," she exhaled, and stuffed the blanket into Bruce's hands. "Sleep for a while, there is still a little time before Diana comes back."

Diana made a pact with them that she'd be back in Gotham six hours later.

It's still less than four hours away.

"No, I can hold on." Bruce said in refusal, but couldn't bring himself to push the blanket back.

"If we really want to fight Superman, the next few days will not be easy, you should rest well."

Grace sits next to Bruce and lifts his hood up.

His gray-blue eyes revealed some indescribable fatigue, and Grace pursed her lips, feeling even more apologetic in her heart.

"Sorry for worrying you for so long," she said unconsciously, "I'm sitting next to you, you can rest."

After Grace finished speaking, she didn't know why her ears felt hot.

She didn't quite understand how to look at Bruce, as if she was being grabbed by someone.

Bruce's mind swelled suddenly, and he looked down to avoid Grace's eyes.

"Okay," he agreed, "you also take a rest."

"Of course." Grace was also a little happy to see that he was no longer trying to be brave.

Bruce closed his eyes at Grace's urging.

He could feel the gazes of the people around him, as well as her breath, and even her temperature.

The fatigue of three months seemed to surge up all at once, making him a little drowsy.

During this period of time, he seldom slept well, because his nerves were always tense, and he slept extremely lightly.

Maybe he really should take a break.

Grace stared at Bruce's sleeping face unconsciously.

At this moment, Bruce looked like a completely ordinary person.

All the usual depth and darkness faded away, and he even looked a little fragile.

Grace reached out and pulled up the blanket on Bruce's body, watching that his whole body was wrapped in the soft blanket, leaving only his head exposed.

She couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, then sat down on the chair honestly and closed her eyes.

Grace quickly fell asleep, her breathing gradually becoming regular and even.

Bruce suddenly opened his eyes again, meaning that the sleepiness had dissipated from his eyes.

The winter nights in Gotham are very cold, and the underground Batcave will certainly not be warm.

He turned his head to look at Grace, and gently shifted the blanket on his body to her side.

Bruce was careful not to wake Grace up.

After doing this, he stared at Grace for a while, with some tenderness in his eyes.

Finally, he withdrew his overly obvious gaze and closed his eyes.

It was rare for Grace to dream, and it was about things a long time ago.

Fires burn in deserted ruins on a snowy night in China.

The teenager who was a head bigger than her hugged the thinner her and spent the first Christmas after they met.

There were no gifts and no food. For two homeless people, it was not Christmas, it was just an ordinary homeless day.

But she still remembers the boy's embrace in the winter night.

That made her feel warmer than anything else.

*****

Bruce woke up first, and in fact he had only slept for less than three hours.

He always had a gloomy complexion when he got up, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and almost didn't react when he turned his head for a moment.

Before Grace woke up, the blanket had slipped from her shoulders to her lap.

He raised his hand to help her pull the blanket some night, but he didn't expect Grace to make some murmurs.

Bruce's hand loosened as if electrocuted, which caused the blanket to fall directly on Grace.

Now she really woke up.

The sensation of the object falling on her body jolted Grace out of her light sleep.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and was about to stand up like a physical reflex, but almost bumped into Bruce's face.

"Ugh!" Grace was so startled that she was about to fall back, the chair behind her was unstable, and she almost fell to the ground with her.

Bruce grabbed her hand and pulled her back, and grabbed the falling chair with another hand.

Grace crashed into Bruce's arms, and the sudden awakening from her sleep left her wondering what to do.

Bruce felt the touch and temperature of her body, and he forgot to let go of her hand.

"Sorry, I didn't wake up just now." Grace looked up at him before she could react.

At this time, she realized that the two of them were so close that they were stuck together.

When Batman walked in, he saw such a scene.

Bruce and Grace are almost huddled together, blankets falling at their feet.Bruce gripped Grace's hand tightly like he was pulling someone away.Grace looked up at him blankly, as if Bruce was going to kiss her any second.

He watched all this in silence, without speaking.

Of course Bruce found Batman walking in, and the moment he saw his counterpart, he subconsciously let go of Grace's hand.

Batman's existence seemed to remind him of something.

Grace didn't notice his abnormality, but turned her head and saw Batman standing there.

She felt some subtle embarrassment, but it quickly faded away.

"Any new developments today?" Grace asked, "Our Diana will be back soon."

Batman didn't answer her question quickly, instead looking at Bruce standing there.

He knew what the emotion that was spreading in his heart was.

"You should go back," Batman said calmly.

The object he faced was not Grace, but Bruce.

Bruce said with the same look and tone: "You are overwhelmed, and she wants to help."

"We can provide you with weapons and reinforcements, which are the things you are most in short supply right now," he said.

Grace followed Bruce's words and said: "I have received so much help from you, I don't want to just leave like this."

"You should leave," he looked at Grace. "If Superman knew of your existence, he would definitely point the finger at you."

"You understand what I mean?" Batman faced Bruce again, his tone a little cold.

He knew that his peers would definitely not want to put Grace in danger.

Of course Bruce understood, but he had already promised Grace.

"I have no right to stop her decision." He said.

Grace breathed a sigh of relief, she could still resist if one Batman objected, but if two Batmen objected, she might have to throw away her armor and surrender.

She turned to Bruce and smiled, pursing her lips, thanking him for his tolerance.

Batman looked at the two people in front of him, as if he saw himself and Grace.

The suppressed pain seemed to spread again, eroding everything about him.

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