Hero, you have crossed [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"Hi." Bruce greeted Lucas with a smile.But he frowned slightly while smiling, rarely hiding his worry.

Lucas was also surprised that he knew this expression well - he could often see this expression of 'please ask me why' on Vincent's face.This seems to be the natural expression of the favored, so although Lucas was surprised by this, he still asked Bruce as he wished:

"What's the matter? You don't look very happy."

——This is simply, this seems to be an ordinary conversation between two normal friends.Bruce, who hadn't seen Lucas since he knew him, looked up at him.Even though I am happy for my successful temptation, I also feel that I am a little naive.

But he still found this interaction very interesting.It was inexplicably fulfilling for Bruce to be able to talk to Lucas like a normal person.

"Martha's state is not right, I feel like she seems to be worried about something."

Bruce looked at Lucas, who looked calm.The other party looked quite calm today, neither depressed nor irritable.Undoubtedly, this made Mr. Falcone even more attractive.

"But she refused to tell me the truth. I was a little worried that she thought it was a problem beyond my ability."

These few words were quite straightforward, but they didn't mean to show weakness.It's hard for Bruce himself to believe it, and it's hard for Bruce himself to explain why.But since the night when Lucas bowed his head deeply, he seems to have really regarded the other party as a friend.An object that can 'tell the truth'.

... This is actually quite rare for little Mr. Wayne, who was born to be pampered and always tempted by people from all walks of life.He doesn't seem to have had such a 'friend' since he was an adult.Maybe it was Lucas' vulnerability that night that touched him, maybe Bruce had realized how important his own words were that night.

At this moment, Bruce didn't know if he was testing, and he also wanted to know how Lucas thought of him at this time.In short, he bravely revealed his troubles to the other party,

And also got immediate feedback.

"........."

Lucas frowned when he heard this.He subconsciously glanced around with those sharp colorless pupils.Then his eyebrows twitched slightly... He also seemed to smell something unusual.

"...Why don't you go to her and stay with her first?" Lucas hesitated briefly.He looked back at young Mr. Wayne.He suddenly felt that he was so clumsy.He didn't think it would be Bruce's suspicion - even if it was the other party's suspicion, it didn't matter.

... All in all, he just didn't want the other party to make any mistakes.

His hound-like reaction made Bruce Wayne laugh.It's a slightly childish smile.Bruce hadn't expected his friend to react this way.

He sensed Lucas's clumsy concern in it, and it amused him.

"Actually, you're right." Bruce completely ignored the surprised gazes cast on them. "I should ask her again... But I don't think it's because of any danger. You know, I don't think anyone would dare to do anything to your fate today."

This joke successfully stunned Lucas.Bruce casually picked up the red wine on the side table to salute him, then walked towards the stairs with a smile.

Lucas was stunned for a few seconds before touching his face blankly - he had never had such an 'ordinary' friend as Bruce.The people who walked with him in the past were Hernan and Lucifer.Lucas always tried to protect them, but the strength of those two didn't give him a chance to 'protect'...

Thinking about it now, is it a bit too ridiculous?Could it be that today he is required to accept that he actually wants to be someone's guardian, whose protector?

This strikes Lucas as ridiculous.But this is not the most ridiculous.The blond young man touched his face, did he feel, maybe, maybe, maybe... blushing?

…………Why?

Isn't it a little too stupid to ask why?Why else?

Lucas stared blankly at Master Wayne's back as he turned and went upstairs.He was a little at a loss, and then Lucas suddenly remembered:

He used to be quite persistent in his love for Batman.That was his favorite hero,

But Bruce is not Batman!

Bruce is Bruce.The Bruce Wayne of this world is a young man who has not lost his childishness. He has no experience or strength, and he is not even very good at hiding his ambitions that will lead to disaster.

The only similarity between the other party and Batman may be the name and identity, and the awareness that both want to be the guardian of Gotham.

Bruce is just Bruce.

It is someone who is not afraid of death to test him, approach him, and comfort him.A young man who will fail, calculate and be depressed.

... Lucas was in a trance for a while before reacting.For some reason, he felt stupid—but this time there was no voice telling him that his emotions were too cowardly and would bring him destruction and death.He didn't think about it that much at all.

But he just felt stupid. The emotion of 'like' made him feel as stupid as a living donkey.

...Because he thought a lot in a mess, but he didn't think of any 'advantages' of himself other than that annoying 'strength' and this face that always reminded him of his biological mother.

——so stupid.

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Someone was standing at the door.It was the figure of a tall man in a black suit.

His face was hidden in the darkness, and the only color in his body was his cold blue eyes.

Bruce flinched slightly.He first felt weird about the corridor without the ceiling light on, and then inexplicably felt that the figure looked familiar.

But this wasn't enough to make Master Wayne take the initiative to ask.The other party didn't seem to want to talk to him either. After staring at him silently for a few seconds, the man turned and left.

... Bruce frowned, and he helped his arm - inexplicably, he got goosebumps all over his body.

This amused Mr. Wayne Jr., and Bruce groped forward in the dark.It wasn't until he came to the lounge where his mother was that Bruce was taken aback again.

... The man just now was actually standing at Martha's door.

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Lucas felt empty.He leaned against the edge of a dining table with a slight frown, successfully creating a vacuum with his strong name in Gotham.All kinds of snacks and drinks on the table were ignored, but Mr. Falcone at the moment didn't notice these details at all.

He folded his arms around his chest, worrying and feeling extremely seriously.For some reason, Lucas didn't find it terribly annoying, even though that annoying void almost scratched his lungs and made him itch.

——On the contrary.

... This kind of distress, this kind of entanglement, this kind of emotion that is similar to what you can't ask for... all gave Lucas the illusion of returning to the world.

He somehow felt itchy somewhere.His throat was itchy, his fingers were itchy—the itch made his heart feel hot.The tyrannical desire that seemed to be able to swallow everything seemed to be swallowed up by this itch and disappeared.

Lucas could no longer recall the anger and hatred that had always been buried in his heart.The unwillingness and uneasiness that can be recalled at any time also disappeared without a trace—this is so inexplicable.This is too unreasonable.why?How did it become like this?

Lucas doesn't understand.

He himself doesn't know where he has been changed.He couldn't even accept that he really liked it - no, no, he couldn't accept that Bruce's words could have that much effect.

... Itchy.With itchy fingers, Lucas had to rub his left hand with his right hand.

He seemed to have to accept it too.

Lucas had a faint, strange blush to his cheeks.It made him look like he was slightly drunk.Only God knows he hasn't even touched a drop.The way he looked down in thought caused many of Gotham's native 'nobles' to murmur uncomfortably.But at this time Lucas was not interested in listening to what they had to say.

Mr. Falcone Jr. is almost transformed into a handsome but disturbing statue.If it wasn't for the footsteps that were too steady and too straight to the goal to wake him up, I'm afraid Lucas could really maintain this posture until Bruce came back.

"Bruce is still a bit childish. How can you leave the guests alone?"

The voice was very familiar to Lucas—Lucas was also surprised that he thought it was very familiar—he hesitated for a while before raising his head, letting the other party see his somewhat embarrassed appearance.

...Thomas Wayne was taken aback by Lucas Falcone's flushed face.Old Wayne subconsciously straightened his back.He was amazed - amazed that Lucas was so 'young'.

This feeling is actually very inexplicable.After all, he knew very well that little Falcone was only 12 days older than Bruce... But in the few meetings before this, even those sneak shots of those street tabloids - he couldn't feel the other party's 'young'.

...Mr. Falcone with a deadpan face seemed more like a dangerous symbol and a cold machine than a young man.

So Thomas was not only stunned.He briefly forgot what he was about to say just now.He seemed a little uneasy, as if he was going to ask who the 'Iron Man' who was fighting with Superman was... However, due to the expression of little Falcone at this time, Thomas choked up.

He was shocked, but Lucas was very guilty.The two looked at each other strangely, as if they both wanted to dig out some information from each other's eyes - but the funny thing was that they basically emptied their minds and didn't think about any serious business at all.

For the first time, Thomas realized that Lucas was indeed his nephew's young man; and Lucas struggled thinking that he was still thinking about the other's son just now.

...The two of them who should have been embarrassed didn't think of it as embarrassing.But it seems that some people really can't stand it.Suddenly, suddenly, a thick voice let out a scream that seemed to be moaning.Then, the long and piercing whistle caused the guests in the banquet hall to cover their ears and look aside——

Lucas reacted the fastest.He threw Thomas behind him and raised his hand to block the huge hound that suddenly appeared.

"little Master------------------"

The thick and majestic female voice cried out like weeping, and then

But he drew a wide whip that could cut an ordinary person in half.