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

"So what are you going to do?" Clark looked at Batman sadly, "Are you going to meet him?"

"..." Batman wanted to say something, he cleared his throat.

Dick suddenly opened the door: "Bruce, you found me another brother?" He came back from Bludhaven excitedly, and saw Damian angrily walking in through the door, he was a little worried that Damian would He won't quarrel with Batman, so he has been sticking to the door to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Shut up your stupidity." Damian said sternly, "Father hasn't acknowledged him yet."

"But B will admit him sooner or later." Dick jumped onto the window frame lightly, his legs dangling leisurely: "I hope he can get along with him a little better, our family has enough personality."

Damian looked at Batman with displeasure, he still objected to it, Batman thought for a moment, and he said, "I should see him, for whatever reason."

"I still think there's a conspiracy going on," Damian insisted.

Clark gestured twice in the air: "I can guarantee that he is a good boy, you will like him, in every way, he is likable enough." Clark emphasized again: "He and B It’s very similar, similar enough in every sense.”

"Maybe I can go see him first?" said Dick.

He looked at Batman reservedly but excitedly, expecting his approval. Looking at the excited big blue bird, Batman sighed helplessly and agreed: "Okay, but don't disturb him yet."

Dick cheered, he decided to go see his other brother tomorrow, but in fact, someone else met Bruce one step earlier than him.

After nightfall, the small house where Willa and Bruce lived became cold. They didn’t have enough money to pay the heating bill, and they didn’t have enough money to pay the electricity bill. For a long time, they fell asleep early.

Bruce heard the little girl's breathing become steady and long across the wall.

"I can't do this anymore." Bruce said to the Laughing Bat: "With such an ice cream truck, I won't be able to satisfy Vera's wish until the year of the monkey."

The Laughing Bat mercilessly tore off the fig leaf: "She never counted on you, and you didn't realize that to her, you are different from the little boy raised by a rich woman?"

Bruce was thick-skinned, he became more and more presumptuous towards the Laughing Bat, and almost used the Laughing Bat as a wishing machine: "I don't want to work, it's impossible to work, it's impossible in this life."

In this matter, the Laughing Bat and Bruce have reached an amazing agreement. They are indeed the same person, even if there are differences in some aspects, they are undoubtedly unified in terms of being lazy to work.

"I waited for so many years before I made Lucius give up on me. After a while, after Tim came to the house, I didn't have to bother with the Wayne Group at all." The Laughing Bat said: "Every day Playing an idiot who doesn't know anything is troublesome."

He glanced at Bruce coldly, "But you're a real fool."

Bruce spread his hands indifferently: "What does it matter? Maybe you didn't split these things to me before you split me, not to mention, you are enough."

"So how should we get some money?" Bruce felt melancholy. He looked at the simple decoration around him, got up from the bed, opened the window, stuck his head out, and took two deep breaths.

"If this continues, we'll drink the northwest wind." Bruce begged, he didn't have any face problems with the Laughing Bat, anyway, begging him is tantamount to begging himself, Bruce suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" The Laughing Bat asked.

"I suddenly remembered a wish I had when I was a child. At that time, I was learning Latin. Latin is really difficult for children, so I was imagining that if there was another me, that I could help me solve everything. What he can’t do, he can study instead of me, drink Alfred’s milk instead of me, and I can listen to Martha’s storytelling instead of him, or go picnic and excursion instead of him.”

Bruce came back to his senses, under the moonlight, his eyes sparkled: "And now I have come true this wish!"

The Laughing Bat was at a loss for words for a while, he looked at his other self incredulously, and began to think whether his brain was really broken, otherwise why would his other self look like this?He was so choked that he couldn't speak, he could only utter a tone word dryly: "Oh."

"So I need you to go out to make money now, but I don't want you to stand for a while." Bruce still remembered the words of the Laughing Bat, "After all, if you go to stand on the street, I will lose my innocence." He said heavily Putting himself on the bed, he sighed, "It's so hard to make money."

The Laughing Bat patiently closed his eyes. As a super rich man, being rich seems to be an attribute he was born with, and now the other self laments how hard it is to earn money, which makes him feel ashamed. Yu felt a little helpless, and he became more and more aware of how difficult it was for Bruce to barely maintain Master Wayne's reputation in the last world, or, when he could no longer scare him, when he No one can force Bruce to do something he doesn't like, in spite of himself.

The Laughing Bat couldn't help but doubt his life for a few seconds. If he hadn't experienced what happened when he was eight years old, if he didn't choose to become Batman, would he really be this dude?

He couldn't help shivering, the old housekeeper's stern and disapproving eyes appeared in his mind, let's forget it, he thought so.

"Okay..." The Laughing Bat compromised, "This is Gotham, do you prefer black and white, or gambling?"

Bruce carefully weighed the interestingness of the two, and he said confidently: "Children make choices, of course I want them all."

……

Jason Todd, the king of Gotham's underground, the gangster, and the behind-the-scenes owner of the Iceberg Hotel, suffered the biggest challenge in his second life today.

He was originally in his high-end suite, watching Pride and Prejudice with pleasure, and even had the time to chat with the green plants by the bed, and occasionally tell the story.

Just as he was enjoying the night life of a normal Gotham gangster, he recalled a sudden knock on the door, and he switched the monitor at the door annoyed, and saw a middle-aged man in a formal suit sweating profusely .

"Oh...Juan? No, I remember your name is Jim." Jason smiled: "You better have a good reason to bother me."

"Uh... Boss, I have to report to you. Someone came tonight." Juan said, "My name is Juan."

"You should know that I don't care what your name is." Jason's voice became grim, "If you can't report within 30 seconds, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the fish, Ji...Juan."

"Yes, yes, it took the guy less than three 10 minutes, and he almost won the hotel."

"What?" Jason sat up straight, and he put the book in his hand on the bedside table cherished, "Did he cheat?"

"No." Juan replied, "He just played a game, simply guessing the size, and betting all the money he won in the previous round in the next round, and he won thirty times in a row."

"Is this the first person who is about to win my hotel?" Jason yelled, "Don't you know what to do?"

"But he overthrew all his brothers within 30 seconds..." Juan pressed loudly: "Boss, if you don't show up, we will have a new boss!"

Jason thought for a few seconds, for the sake of this person having the same name as one of Dick's butts, he graciously forgave the unawesome guy, stood up, and took out a red head from the closet He put the hood on his face roughly, grabbed the motorcycle jacket on the side, stuffed the gun into the gun pocket on his leg, and went out aggressively.

He walked into the floor of the hotel-casino, and his most powerful assistant lay on the ground like a puddle of garbage, no offense intended, but the way he was beaten now can only be described as a puddle.

But the door was blocked by a group of people. They were neatly piled up, lying on top of each other, and the whole door was tightly blocked. Jason stared at it for a few seconds, and kicked the door without sympathy. go up.

"Wow——" he heard a nice voice, the owner of the voice seemed to be enjoying some performance, "It's as spectacular as I imagined."

"I guess I've run into a psychopath again." Jason thought calmly. There was no shortage of neuropathy in his life, but ordinary psychopaths would not choose to hit the red hood.

Jason stepped over the lying subordinate indifferently. He was already thinking about continuing to recruit people. While thinking about it, he skillfully pulled the safety catch of his favorite gun and snorted coldly, "If You're a decent person, so you should be sorry for interrupting my night."

"Are you the boss behind this?" Bruce raised his eyebrows. He had touched a fancy mask and put it on his face. Through the small hole in the mask, he saw Jason.

"Look at your son." Bruce poked the Laughing Bat, and he complained, "He's not the same as Jason in the last world."

The Laughing Bat was silent for a moment: "I didn't expect that either."

He looked at Jason, and the figure of the once innocent and lively little robin flashed past, "I...cough, maybe there is something wrong with my education."

"It's not a problem." Bruce made up the knife accurately. He jumped off the gambling table and walked towards Jason.

"Don't provoke him." The Laughing Bat warned: "Jason will really kill you with one shot." He sighed sadly as he said that, he really didn't want to fight with Jason anymore, he still owed him It's his own Jason who apologizes, but Jason in other worlds is his Batman's responsibility.

"We can have a friendly chat." Bruce said happily, and then he took off his mask.

……

For a moment, the air was filled with embarrassment. Bruce looked at Jason's red head, and then looked down at his mask.

"No offense intended..." Bruce hesitated, hesitating, "Your hood seems to be surprised, is it a sperm?"