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

"Fifteen dollars." Bruce stared at the dirty coins in his hand, "That rag was only worth fifteen dollars."

He looked around and poked the laughing bat hard in his heart, "And then? Let's go to that crowded place? Can it be safer?" He looked a little eager to try, like someone who had never experienced The young master who lived a civilian life.

But he is, the one with the wandering experience is Batman, not Bruce Wayne.

"You really seem to want to stand on the street." The Laughing Bat sarcastically said, "Go and hide in a corner where no one is around." He muttered, "That clothes are worth more than this."

Bruce shook his head and smiled: "There's nothing wrong with experiencing life."

He walked towards the darkness, where there were basically children and old people in poor health, he watched the rugged path curiously, and then looked at the people sitting on the side of the road, suddenly his ears caught to a familiar name.

"Zi...ZiZi, Lex Luthor succeeded in entering the White House, Mr. President made a promise to solve the famine and homeland security problems...Zi..."

The old radio next to a homeless man thought about the noise, it barely played a few words, and then it was completely scrapped, Bruce murmured: "Luther...President?"

"It seems that this is not a safe and beautiful world." He said to himself, the temperature became lower and lower, and he was shivering from the cold wind.

Bruce stamped his feet: "It's so cold."

"You need a place to live. See that low wall that leeward? Go there."

Bruce walked over, and sure enough, it got a lot warmer without the wind, he thought, "Do you have a plan?"

"No." The Laughing Bat replied.

Bruce put his fingers close to his lips, he breathed warmly, rubbed them again, his pale fingertips turned red from the cold, "Me neither."

He stared absently at a small spot in front of him, where there was a little stain, "But I think you should have one."

Bruce curled up in the corner. He had never experienced such a night before, cold, bleak, and dangerous, but this feeling did not make him uncomfortable, but made him more emotional.

"I shouldn't have sold my clothes," Bruce whispered, "Why didn't you stop me, you know it's a cold night tonight."

"It's like a child who understands that flames are dangerous and subconsciously only after being burned by fire. It's the same for you. Only by experiencing it yourself can you avoid making mistakes next time." The Laughing Bat told Bruce explain.

Bruce took out a few coins from selling the uniforms. He put the coins in his palm and looked at them motionlessly. The night in Gotham was extremely dark. With such light, Bruce could only see the coins. Shimmers reflected off the edges.

"Hey!" Bruce shrank to the left, a rock nearly hitting him.

"This is my place! Everyone knows this is mine! Where are you from?"

A little girl stood proudly in front of Bruce. Her clothes had been washed and turned white, and the holes couldn't be mended. Her long hair was messily draped over her shoulders, and there were already some split ends at the end of her hair. signs.

"I'm talking to you!" The little girl pouted in dissatisfaction.

Bruce gave way to the side, and he patted the open space beside him friendly. Looking at the little girl's skinny limbs and yellow face, it made him feel a little heavy in his heart.

"You are such a strange person." The little girl sat down muttering, "Are you a stranger?"

Bruce was a little puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

"Every kid in Gotham knows, don't show kindness to others easily, or you will be swallowed to the bone."

"You don't look like someone here," said the little girl.

Bruce smiled, and he took off the cloth covering his face, "My name is Bruce, what's your name?"

"Vera."

"Okay Vera, then we know each other now." He said, and he stretched his hand towards Vera. Vera hesitated for a moment, and tentatively put her hand on Bruce's palm.

"I don't like handshakes, I'm a princess and princesses deserve a hand kiss," she said.

Bruce stood up suddenly, and he stood in front of Vera, which made Vera feel very at a loss.

"What?" she said angrily.

Bruce didn't answer, he slightly retracted the five fingers of his right hand, and made an inviting gesture to Vera.

Vera suddenly realized that she stretched out her hand reservedly. According to the most standard etiquette, Vera should put her hands in a drooping pose, but this poor and poorly educated little girl didn't understand this. She relied on her memory, Like the noble lady I saw on the screen during the work break, she put her hand in front of Bruce's nose.

Bruce didn't pay attention to this. He stepped back a little with his left foot, bent his knee, and then gently lifted Vera's fingertips. In a non-sexual way, he pressed his lips on the back of the little girl's hand. Touched on.

Bruce's etiquette is extremely standard, which is the result of Alfred's teaching many times. He uses the most solemn etiquette, which is worthy of a princess.

Vera's hands were not as white and delicate as those noble ladies Bruce had kissed. Her hands had thick calluses and some chapped skin, and a princess would never have such hands.

Vera withdrew her hand uncomfortably and hid it behind her back. Her ears were slightly red: "Okay... I just allow you to stay here."

Bruce sat down next to Vera, and Vera stared at Bruce's handsome face, her brows frowned, "Did you come to this place because of bankruptcy?"

Bruce turned his face sideways and looked at Vera in confusion, and Vera raised her eyebrows, "You look like you were raised from a rich mansion, I can't think of any other reason why you came to such a place, if nothing else, you I will never set foot here in my life.”

Her voice trailed off: "I could have been like you."

Maybe Bruce was being too gentle. Although he didn't say a few words, Vera knew that this was a gentle man—different from the ones she usually saw.

"I heard from my mother that I should also live a good life." Vera lowered her head, and there was light in her eyes, which was a beautiful fantasy.

"Every time she got drunk, she would tell me what kind of a good person Dad used to be, but he lost his job later, we owed debts again, and after we couldn't pay the interest, we could only hide here."

Bruce listened quietly, and Vera gestured twice with her hands, "I want to have a house."

She said in a low voice: "Although there is one now, but my mother is always drunk in the house, and other men will go in. I don't like the way they look at me."

Vera rubbed her face and cheered up again, "I want to have a small garden, and I want to plant roses in it, and put stained glass windows in it, and I want to buy myself a warm bed with red carpets. An eiderdown made of silk and embroidered with violets."

"The Snow Queen." Bruce looked into the little girl's eyes.

Vera showed a look of surprise, "That's right, it's the Snow Queen. Gerda in Andersen's works can be invited into such a house by the old woman, but she desperately wants to leave."

She held her body tightly in desperation, "Even if I die, I am willing."

Bruce touched Vera's hair tenderly, the feel was not much different from weeds, "This is not some distant dream."

"You deserve this." He comforted the little girl, "I want to fulfill this wish for you."

Willa looked at Bruce sadly, as if looking at a guy daydreaming, "You can't even support yourself, knock, you have these few coins in your hand, if I'm any worse, I'll give you money They were all taken away."

Bruce smiled, picked out the coin with the largest denomination, and put it into the little girl's palm: "As a reward for letting me sit here."

Vera stood up, "Cough...the weather is very cold, I can take you to a warmer place, here...others will think you are standing on the street."

"...Okay." Bruce replied, he poked the Laughing Bat in his heart: "Why do you all think I will stand on the street?"

As expected, the Laughing Bat ignored him.

They stopped in front of a house made of bricks and stones. The house was low and gloomy, the windows were just a small piece, the walls were gray-black, and dark green moss quietly grew between the bricks along the cracks in the stone steps. In the gap between them, Vera hesitated, she was no longer as energetic as she was, but rather sad, "It's not very good, but it will make you warmer."

She opened the door and went in. Vera's mother was leaning on the bed, smoking a low-quality cigarette, and a man was fastening his belt. When he saw Vera, there was a lewd light in his eyes.

"How old?"

Vera's mother gave him a sideways look and stood up, her skin slack from life's torments, but still a remnant of beauty could be seen.

"Stop joking, you bastard..." The woman yelled at Vera, "Go get me some wine!"

Vera left without saying a word, Bruce stood at the door, he smiled at the woman, "Vera invited me over."

The man took a step forward drunkenly, he leaned close to Bruce, the unpleasant smell made Bruce frown, the man suddenly flew into a rage, "Are you looking for trouble?"

Bruce stepped back, out of the way, "You can go," he said calmly.

The man became more and more persistent, he reached out his hand unreasonably to attack Bruce, Bruce dodged a few times, and was hit by the corner of his lips, this blow tore off the cloth on his face, Bruce's face was exposed come out.

The man froze there, and he exclaimed: "You look really good... Come with me, in this street, I can save you from selling to many people at the same time."

"Go away." Bruce spit out two words, and the woman looked at her in horror, she wanted to stay away from this place, as if she had been implicated in any way.

"It's your turn," Bruce said to himself.