Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

The little birds are happily chewing the forbidden food on the back of the big cat. There is a British butler who is not good at this. He can politely teach you to give up eating all American fast food.

But this is Bruce's inner world. Not only can he eat until he is full, but he doesn't have to worry about getting fat. He slid down comfortably and praised again.

"Don't drop food scraps on my fur." ​​The big cat meowed disapprovingly, "I hate taking a bath."

"Hey—!"

They heard someone not far away shaking his arm vigorously, trying to attract their attention.

The big cat glanced sideways.

Jason could feel the fur all over his body explode in an instant, the already soft cat fur became more and more swollen, and the big cat shook his ears.

"That's Bruce." Tim narrowed his eyes and knocked carefully, "Can you stop for a moment?"

"No." The big cat replied resolutely, but his pace slowly slowed down.

That figure wobbled in front of them, that's right, I don't know how he ran with a wobble feeling, and when the big cat saw this Bruce, his hair exploded even more.

"You really don't deserve to be a cat," Bruce accused.

The big cat pretended not to hear, and gave him a fluffy back of the head.

Jason was very interested. He grabbed some fluff with one hand and pushed his head out of the fluff. clicked his tongue.

"Now you know why I don't want to stop." Big Cat sighed melancholy, "No one is more difficult than him."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Bruce shrugged exaggeratedly, and he willfully tugged at the big cat's beard, "No one will reject me, and neither will the cat."

"Meow!"

"What are you doing!" The big cat took a big step back vigilantly, and didn't stop until it kept a safe distance.

"You ignore me." Bruce said confidently.

Seeing that the big cat looked like he was about to run away, he calmed down and said his intentions, "I heard that you are going to Wayne Manor, and I was kicked out by the owner of the manor a while ago."

He sighed, "The environment outside is too bad, I can't eat well or sleep well..."

"I want to go back."

He gave an impeccably sweet smile.

He didn't wait for the big cat's consent, so he sat on the big cat's paws, dignified like a king.

"This is not comfortable." He dictated, "Give me a comfortable place."

The big cat lowered his head in displeasure, and threw him onto his back vigorously. As soon as he fell down, he patted the big cat's back with his hand critically, "What a tasteless color, and the softness is not enough."

The big cat looked like he wanted to swallow Bruce in one gulp, but he miraculously held back.

"Then you can take a week to groom me." The big cat lowered his voice and threatened.

Bruce turned away bored, and he caught a glimpse of the pile of snacks in front of the Robins, his eyes glowing at the sight, "Give me a hot dog."

Tim silently hands over a hot dog.

"Where's the Coke?" Bruce frowned, glancing at the food crumbs on his suit pants in disgust, and added hastily when he saw Tim's movement.

"I want sugar-free."

Tim did as he did, raising an eyebrow when Bruce didn't reach for it.

"Cut it into small pieces, each piece should have an equal amount of filling, and put a straw in the cola."

Jason groaned, and he fell backwards heavily.

"asshole."

Tim nodded in agreement, "Although I may not be qualified to say..."

"Rich second generation." Jason spit out a word expressionlessly.

"A rich young man who is defiant, a spoiled bastard." Tim made the description a little more precise.

"Billions of bastards," Jason complained.

Bruce didn't look unhappy at all, on the contrary, he raised his chin proudly, which made him look even more arrogant, and he straightened his back even more, "I'm Bruce Wayne—a billionaire."

Jason rolled his eyes, this Bruce is more than Bruce, "Then how did you get kicked out?" He didn't forget that this guy was so embarrassed that he beat a cat on the side of the road.

"Uh..." Bruce was visibly embarrassed, but the next second he became arrogant again, "I don't need to explain to you."

Jason applauded, "The devil boy finally met someone more unreasonable than him."

Damian gave him a displeased look, and sucked the Coke loudly as if venting his anger.

"Too rude." Bruce pointed again.

"That's why." The big cat interjected, "Do you want to throw him down too? He has been living in Wayne Manor before, and it can be called the most comfortable place. Sometimes I will consider Don't live at the manor for a while...but he's been picking on the taste of the manor owner so he's thrown out."

"It's not my fault," Bruce said loudly.

Tim noticed that the big cat's body was a little stiff, but when he wanted to explore it carefully, he found that it was just his own illusion.

Jason rested his chin, lost in thought, and scenes of the past flashed before his eyes, the green scale shorts of Robin's time, the Batmobile that was grounded when he disobeyed orders, and could not be driven at all... Yi opened a hotel, but with the acquiescence of Batman, everyone regarded it as a place to play autumn.

Batman's eyes of disapproval appeared in his head...

But this Bruce who keeps beeping and beeping looks very vicious...

canary?

Canary and Batman, things that can't be seen in the scariest slash texts, just thinking about them made Jason shudder.

But if he misses it, he will never see these personalities in his life after he goes out...

Jason rolled his eyes, and he came up with an interesting idea, so he lowered his eyebrows, took out the standard red hood posture, and stood up aggressively, while his shadow covered Bruce's whole body.

"..."

Bruce moved in Tim's direction without any confidence.

"Shut up." Jason adjusted his voice to his Arkham Knight voice.

"Otherwise I'll throw you down." He suppressed the urge to laugh and threatened in a rough voice.

Bruce's face paled, he seemed to be greatly frightened, and even his eyelashes trembled uneasily.

Jason thinks someone should be willing to produce a pwp for this Bruce.

Bruce ducked aside knowingly, the big cat's back was big enough that he almost sat in the big cat's fur collar.

Jason sat down, he sat down next to Tim calmly, and felt a small tremor, Tim hung his head, his lips were tightly pressed by him, but his tremor became bigger and bigger, getting bigger……

Jason kindly gave Tim a slap on Tim's sensitive waist.

"Hey!" He failed all of a sudden, but then he couldn't help laughing, "It's really you."

There was nothing interesting on the next road. With the escort of the big cat, they didn't get caught in those places that were dangerous at first sight, so they arrived at Wayne Manor without any trouble.

"I didn't think this place could become like this before." Jason said uncertainly, whether Wayne Manor really looks like a castle dedicated to vampires, or is it the kind of owner who probably has fallen asleep in the basement for a few days? The thousand-year-old type, dark green vines lying on the stone, the exquisite Roman columns have been broken, and the fountain pool has long since dried up. A gust of wind blows, and swarms of bats fly up.

"Best place?" Jason questioned.

"Meow." The big cat called shortly, "It wasn't like this before, but the owner of the manor wanted to make such a fuss, so he had to let him go."

"I said it wasn't my fault." Bruce sighed, squeezed his way from behind the others, and pushed hard on the door.

The door creaked harshly, and Bruce squeezed in like a floating shadow, and waved at the birds lightly.

"I can't get in." The big cat waved its paw, "I wish you good luck."

The interior of the castle was as dilapidated as they imagined. Bruce listened and walked straight towards the spiral staircase.

"Aren't you here to meet the owner of the castle?" Bruce saw that no one was following, he stood still in the middle of the stairs, turned his head and asked suspiciously.

"The premise is that you will really take us there." Damian said coldly, "What's on it?"

"Ordinary room?" Bruce raised the corner of his mouth, he tilted his head and looked at Damian, "Is there any problem?"

"If that's the case." Tim stepped forward, keeping Damian behind him, "then why didn't you let the big cat in?"

"Huh?" Bruce leaned on the handrail of the stairs. He stared at Tim with an unpredictable expression for a while, then laughed abruptly, supported the handrail lightly with his hand, and slid down very gracefully.

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"No." Jason said defiantly, "You almost fooled me, if your performance wasn't so exaggerated."

"Ok?"

"I thought I was doing pretty well."

"At the level of Broadway?" Tim spread his hands, "Do you want to freeze it again to highlight the character design?"

"Ugh."

"It was discovered." He joked with a smile.

Bruce snapped his fingers lightly, the sound was like turning on a magic switch, the frozen old time began to move forward again, the faded carpet regained its freshness, the dusty silverware also became gleaming, dry The wooden escalator became shiny again, and the antique clock shook its hammer, making a ticking sound.

"Welcome to my estate—"