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

"Uh... do you have any Bruce Wayne plot in Gotham?" Peter complained.

Albert shook his head speechlessly, and muttered again. "Outsider."

He licked his lips nervously, "Mr. Wayne, when you went to meet Lex Luthor..."

Bruce looked indifferent, he didn't care what Albert was saying at all, everyone in Gotham wanted to say something to Bruce Wayne, how could they remember everyone?

Batman can't do that.

"Be careful—" Peter turned Bruce upside down, wrapping his arms around Bruce's waist.

"Your name is Spider Boy?" Bruce reached out and patted Peter's graceful arm.

"No, no, not some Spider-Boy, I'm Spider-Man, no hyphens, remember, there are no hyphens."

There was a smile on the corner of Bruce's mouth, but there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

"Hero?" He repeated these two words in his mind.

"Oh...I won't forget you." His fingers ran across Peter's uniform.

"It looks handmade, I can't put my big hero in such a cheap uniform."

Peter hastily rectified the name of his uniform: "Mr. Wayne, it can resist electricity and water, and most high-speed moving objects will be wrapped with this material..."

He sounded aggrieved, "I don't think it's that bad."

Bruce felt his cold heart melt slightly, and a gentle and sweet look appeared on his face.

"But I can give you something better."

Just as Jason was mixing the reagent that would wither poison ivy, he heard a rumbling sound, and the strong wind blew his jacket flying behind him.

Bruce squinted his eyes, the sand and stones rolled up by the strong wind made him a little bit unable to see the situation in front of him, he reached out and rubbed his eyes, he looked a little uncomfortable.

An uncertain expression flashed across his face. Under the dim light, Peter noticed that Bruce was no longer the glamorous look he had seen before. He looked extremely haggard, revealing tiredness and bewilderment.

Even if a beauty is no longer beautiful and bright, haggard is still a kind of beauty, a kind of thin and decadent beauty. Bruce Wayne was born in an old rich family and is known as the happiest person in the United States. He may not even be able to climb to the top, this kind of life experience makes him no need to work hard, the kind of Eros that can only be raised in wealthy families for generations, standing there, is the embodiment of sex, a pure sex attraction.

Now he exudes a strange sense of tenderness and fragility, and he no longer looks like that idiot brother.

He makes others can't help but want to explore the story of him.

Bruce shielded his eyes with his hands, and through his fingers, he saw a helicopter.

The helicopter was swaggeringly parked directly above Poison Ivy, and Peter couldn't help shouting nervously to the sky, trying to make the people on the helicopter realize that he should leave here quickly.

The helicopter didn't move at all, and it was stagnant on it like a Mount Tai, revealing a sense of righteousness and confidence.

Bruce frowned, not knowing why, this style made him very familiar.

Poison Ivy looked up at the helicopter in disbelief, the wind from the helicopter blew her beautiful hair into a mess.

"Get out of here——" She waved her hand, and a few thick vines smashed upwards.

"Hey—Peter sprayed two spider webs between the buildings next to him, and he threw Bruce and Albert onto the spider webs without seeing it.

"Oh..." Albert's eyes wandered, but he couldn't help looking at Bruce.

"This doesn't feel good." Bruce looked terribly embarrassed. He struggled hard to break free from the restraints, but the cobwebs were so sticky that his hair was stuck, which forced him to look up, his delicate and fragile The neck was exposed, and Albert could see Bruce's delicate Adam's apple moving, his hands were glued together, the spider silk firmly controlled his hands to the side of the body, and his straight suit became messy, This position made him very uncomfortable.

The circles of his eyes were a little red. I don't know if it was because of the irritation from the sand and stones before, or because he was wronged?

Just when Bruce was struggling in a panic, the chaos was about to subside. The person on the helicopter was Lex Luthor. His plane had an unknown force field, and Poison Ivy's attack could not hurt him. a cent.

Lex sat comfortably in his swivel chair, folded his hands into a spire, and watched Poison Ivy growl angrily.

He has an extremely bad personality. He smiled and watched Poison Ivy launch wave after wave of attacks without any counterattack. He seemed relaxed and not nervous at all.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the same indifference in his eyes as Bruce's.

After a while, he shook his head helplessly and tapped on his terminal like an old man who watched a dissatisfied performance.

The helicopter spewed some gas, and the gas fell softly, and Bruce sniffled, the smell making him want to sneeze a little.

But for Poison Ivy, it was like a drop of water was sprinkled into a hot oil pan, and she instantly felt that all the plants were withering, and the feeling of the gradual disappearance of plant life made her go crazy.

She felt like every inch of her skin was being pricked by needles, which made her scream.

She tried her best to wake up the vitality of the plant, just when the plant was sprouting new shoots and slowly growing up, a few cannonballs with beautiful light tails mercilessly hit the root system of the plant.

Poison Ivy watched helplessly as the new shoots began to turn yellow, then quickly withered, and then they were removed from the branches.

"Death Merchant... Wherever you go, you bring nothing but death, I curse you..."

boom -

Poison Ivy staggered from the blast, a golden-red armor stagnated obliquely above her, a machine gun protruded from the arm of the armor, and dense bullets continued to shoot at her.

Her strength is only enough to spawn a few leaves to keep herself alive.

Tony sneered, "Extreme environmentalists?"

He shook his head, "Ma'am, don't you know that anything extreme can lead to bad results?"

"I leave it to you." He shouted at Jason.

"Sir, Mr. Wayne was scanned, do you want to go there?" The voice of the artificial butler sounded from inside the armor.

"Where is he? Scan around"

"Oh..." Tony was shaking with laughter in his armor.

"Turn on video mode, Jarvis."

With a whoosh, Tony stopped in front of Bruce.

"Bruce, what are you?" He circled Bruce twice maliciously.

"I did the right thing this time," he teased.

Peter hurriedly grabbed the spider web and swung over, staggering to the brakes, he took the lead in rescuing Albert from the web.

"Spider Boy? You made this?"

"Mr. Stark... oh, I'm Spider-Man, I mean, uh... nice to meet you."

He wiped his hand on his trouser leg, then reached out to shake his idol's hand.

Tony had a lot of fun with Peter lying on his hands. He had stepped out of the armor and dusted off the dust that didn't exist on the suit.

"You left Bruce Wayne here?"

Peter stroked the back of his head, "Yes, no, no, Mr. Stark, I just want him to be safe."

Bruce couldn't take it anymore, "Can anyone notice me? Am I still alive?"

"Did you forget something?" he exclaimed dissatisfied.

"Sorry, Mr. Wayne, I didn't mean to, I have to apologize to you."

He ran over in a hurry, snapped the spider web, and Bruce fell forward uncontrollably.

A hand held him.

That's Lex Luthor.

"Luther? What are you doing here?" Tony was a little shocked, "I thought it was enough for you to have a lover in Metropolis, but now she can't satisfy you anymore?"

Lex cast a cold glance, and after helping Bruce stand still, he withdrew his hand and put it in the pocket of his white coat.

"My ex-boyfriend sent me an invitation, and out of courtesy, I should come see it too."

"Ex-boyfriend?" Peter's voice rose uncontrollably, and his soft voice sounded more like a little girl.

Tony was also shocked, "Why didn't I know about this?"

He shot Bruce a condemning look.

Bruce spread his hands, "Don't ask me, I don't know either."

He turned a deaf ear to Tony's complaints, ignored them, and tilted his head at Peter.

"Although you treated me like that just now, and I want to withdraw some sponsorship, I will still sponsor you."

He said slowly, "What do you want? Anything is fine."

Peter took a step back in panic, he waved his hand, "No no no... Mr. Wayne, I don't need it."

In a panic, his gaze met Lex's ice-blue eyes, and Lex raised his eyebrows.

"The Luthor Group will also officially sponsor Spider-Man's activities starting today."

Peter was dumbfounded. He was so surprised that he was speechless. What kind of acting was this?The ordinary and simple little spider doesn't need to be involved in their struggle with the rich, he just wants to be a good neighbor in New York.

He doesn't want to be a celebrity superstar on ao3.

I don't even want to watch the media speculate whether he is playing a real version of Fifty Shades of Gray with some CEOs.

He looked at Tony helplessly, "Mr. Stark, maybe you can persuade Mr. Wayne?"

Tony shrugged, "Why not?"

He patted Peter on the shoulder, "You need this, there is no need to refuse anything, if someone pays for Spider-Man, your reputation in the polls will increase by eight points."

"Uh...I just want to be a good neighbor in New York, not run for President of the United States."

Peter pulled the corners of his mouth down in frustration and shrugged.

"Thank you, but I really don't need this." Peter scratched his head, his face was confused under his mask, he was always facing all kinds of malice, and kept losing something, his parents, Uncle Ben...Gwen also broke up with him, Even as far away as England.

He was downcast, "I'm leaving..."

Enough of the show, Tony clapped his hands to get Peter's attention.

"Listen, boy, you deserve it all, and the Stark Group can make you a suit for free."

Albert on the side listened dumbfounded for a while, his face turned red, and he couldn't help crying out.

"Boy, do you publish a book? I bet there are a lot of people who want to follow your example."

Bruce stepped forward and leaned on Peter, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and he winked at Albert mischievously.

"Believe it or not, he committed crimes against the president."