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

Bruce watched Steve's tall back go out of the door, then turned his head and smiled at the little policeman who was stunned aside.

"Would you mind giving me a pair of pants?"

The little policeman looked into Bruce's green eyes and stammered, "No, don't mind, I'll get a change of clothes."

A plaid shirt and a pair of blue jeans.

Bruce unbuttoned his nightgown generously, bent over and tried to stuff it into the unfit trousers, the slightly narrow washed fabric clearly revealed Bruce's body line.

"This is for you." The little policeman said in a hoarse voice.

After taking the orange-gray plaid shirt, Bruce raised his eyebrows.

"good taste."

"Thank you..." The little policeman turned around hesitantly, "Someone is still waiting for you..."

He was surprised to find that the beautiful young man had disappeared, and the office was empty, as if that beautiful and fragile young man had been a non-existent bubble from the very beginning.

Bruce was walking on the streets of Manhattan, he was a little dazed, everything around him, the clean and bright city, the vibrant crowd...

"It shouldn't be like this," Bruce thought casually.

"I must be crazy."

At the police station he subconsciously disappeared while no one was looking.

"It's my physical memory."

A picture emerged from the depths of my mind.

It was a man in a police uniform with gray hair and a resolute expression.

"Just and trustworthy," Bruce thought.

He was standing on the rooftop, which was half dark and half bright, lighting a cigarette, not knowing what he was waiting for.

"Waiting for someone to save this terrible world?" Bruce couldn't help laughing.

An urge to laugh crazily and burn the world surged up.

Bruce thought grimly.

The world sucks, look at these clueless little fools on the road.

"Ignorant, callous, stupid and incurable."

Bruce defines a crowd.

Bruce felt a pang of hunger, looked at the sky, and he deduced the time exactly.

"It's already three o'clock in the afternoon."

Bruce realized that it was time for him to get up and eat breakfast.

A heat wave swept across the sand and rocks, and the shock wave knocked Bruce to the ground. When he raised his head, the commercial building not far from him had already become a sea of ​​flames.

"That's right." Bruce thought, but he was a little angry.

The clown who didn't know when he appeared laughed again. The clown had a playful expression and leaned over exaggeratedly.

Under the mottled and disastrous oil paint is the pitted skin, and the dirty bloodstains make the clown's smile even more terrifying, and the ferocious hooked nose is close to poking his face.

The clown stretched out his pale hand, grabbed his head vigorously, and laughed: "Bruce!!! Look at me!"

"Let's play a quiz! Hahahahaha! Bruce! Is it because of super villains that superheroes are born?"

The clown's smile became even more ferocious, and he stretched out his hand to grab Bruce's neck.

"Or do supervillains exist because of superheroes?"

A strong sense of suffocation.

Bruce felt like he was out of breath. He tried to breathe through his diaphragm, but failed. He felt someone shaking him.

"Bruce! Bruce! Look at me!"

A golden-red tin can held him in his arms, repeating his name over and over again.

"What's wrong with you, Bruce"

"Why are you like this?"

So noisy... Bruce thought, but this tin can brings an unparalleled sense of security and nostalgia.

Bruce: "Do I know you?" His slender fingers moved upwards along the rigid armor, and gently landed on the cheek of the man in front of him.

Then he saw the big, watery, caramel-colored eyes roll.

"Oh my god..." Tony Stark looked anxious.

"Bruce, Bruce..." Tony repeated Bruce's name twice quickly.

"Forget about what you did with the Boy Scouts. Don't deal with me. What's wrong with you? You don't know me?"

"Where have you been these days? They all thought you were dead, but you appeared in New York alive and kicking? I thought you were going to stay in Gotham all your life, squatting in your old castle and sucking blood..."

The more Tony spoke, the more anxious he became, "You have obvious concussion symptoms, Bruce, how can you not dodge a small explosion?"

Tony Stark has encountered too many strange things in his life. Since he came back from Afghanistan wearing a suit of armor, he has seen aliens, gods, human experiments, magic, etc. The emotion of fright is exhausted.

Until one day, his childhood friend, aka Batman, The Dark Knight of Gotham, The Shadow of Fear, Mr. Bruce Wayne, was motionless when the explosion came, and teased himself with Brucey Baby.

He still remembered how sad he was when Bruce died. Bruce's son still couldn't accept his death, and he was still looking for this guy all over the world without sleep.

"He looks so small."

Looking at this Bruce, Tony's expression was complicated. Bruce Wayne in front of him was young and handsome, his temples were not yet gray, and there were no deep wrinkles between his brows. his business.

This Bruce looked only in his 20s.

"Did you soak in some damn pool?" Not only did it become smaller, but it also changed the color of the eyes.

"Sir, it seems that you know me, but obviously, now is not the time to talk about this." Bruce raised his chin reservedly, looked at the sea of ​​fire around him, and gestured.

"Damn it." Tony cursed under his breath, carefully lowering Bruce to the ground.

"I'll let Jarvis stare at you, don't turn your head away." After that, Tony activated the reactor and went straight into the sky.

........................

Black smoke billowed, sirens blared, and children wept.

The sea of ​​flames after the explosion had already burned around Bruce. Thanks to the isolation belt and mask sprayed by Tony, he was the only one lying on the ground alone in the raging fire.

His sight was covered by the sea of ​​flames, the clouds were evaporated, black smoke billowed up, flames rose into the air, and flames danced wildly.

He vaguely saw the sea illuminated by fire, no, it was a burning sea.

The sea water is a disgusting green color, with the unique fluorescence of chemical substances. The flames are burning on the sea surface, and there is an uninterrupted loud noise behind him. blood...

He thought of the Bible stories Martha had read by her bedside when she was a child...

Fire and blood fell from the sky, the burning sea was different colors, the sun and the moon were dark, thick smoke covered the sky, lightning and thunder, and rain made the fire even more intense...

This is the end of the world, he realizes, and he looks down to see his hands covered in blood, trying in vain to stop it.

"Bruce!"

"Bruce! Wake up!"

Bruce opened his eyes and found that the previous fire and blood was just an illusion. Tony's efficiency was extremely high, but within a few minutes, his steel army controlled the fire and extinguished it. The next thing is not their responsibility up.

"Aha, hero, kill or bury? Right?"

The clown appeared again.

Bruce ignored the clown jumping next to him, he put his arms around Tony's neck, trying to make himself more comfortable.

"You're too hard," Bruce grumbled.

Tony gritted his teeth: "Bruce, I will throw you down, and I will do what I say."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I was just joking." He made a gesture of surrender, but he was not serious at all, and looked even more frivolous.

Tony sighed, feeling a little nostalgic, how many years had he not seen Bruce like this?

The tragic death of the second-generation Robin completely changed Batman, and since then, Baby Brucey has no longer looked like this underwhelming but shining.

Batman stands tall, but Bruce Wayne is shattered again and again. If you can see the cracks on his soul, his soul must be as shining as a polished diamond.

Many years later, the time has changed, and the old friend has been buried under six feet, but one day, he finds that the old friend returns, in full bloom, just like the past, both illusion and reality.

Tony Stark is an atheist, but at a certain moment, he thanked God for giving him a miracle.

"Wow." Bruce watched with interest as various mechanical arms removed Tony's armor one by one, and a man with a sexy moustache came out frowning.

"Did you make this? It looks really cool."

The man's brows were furrowed more and more, and he could not help but lead him into a room, where he stood in an unknown instrument.

"Jarvis, start the full medical examination process."

"Okay, sir, progress 10%... 68%... progress 100%"

"Sir, this is the result of Mr. Wayne's physical examination and analysis."

An elegant British accent sounded in the room, no, the voice should be older, Bruce thought firmly.

Tony grabbed the void with his hand, and a blue light screen appeared in front of them.

"It's really good, I think it can make many girls happy." Bruce commented with great interest.

Tony didn't fight with Bruce, he looked at the light screen with a serious expression, there is no doubt that this is Bruce Wayne, the real thing, not faked by some messy guy or made by some messy organization.

But he is indeed more than 20 years younger, and he is surprisingly healthy, with no hidden injuries on his body, and even the calluses caused by years of exercise have disappeared.

"There is an unknown energy in your body, Bruce." Tony hesitated, "You need to be watched closely."

Iron Man has seen too many people whose personalities changed drastically, good and evil reversed, and the consequences of Batman's loss of control... He shuddered.

Bruce in front of him was like a blank piece of paper, he didn't know anything except his name, and he looked very normal.

But this is the biggest abnormality.

Unlike God Among Us, Baby Brucey is indeed a mask, a means of defense for Bruce Wayne from the outside world.

The current Bruce doesn't look gloomy at all, with a lovely aura, he looks like an idiot beauty.

But this idiot beauty is Batman.

Tony wiped his face in dismay. This is undoubtedly a big joke, the kind that can make a clown laugh out of prison.

"You seem to know me well." Bruce tilted his head.

Bruce: "Tell me, who am I?"

"Fuck... that's a good question." Tony gave Bruce a hug.