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

Batman stood in the parade crowd, facing the situation where thousands of people blamed and spurned by thousands of people, he was silent.

Bruce looked at him strangely and asked softly, "Why don't you do something?"

Batman just shook his head, at this moment a rock was thrown towards Batman.

"Get out!"

For the fanatical crowd, this move is like adding a handful of dry wood to the blazing flame, making the situation more and more out of control. The eyes of the crowd reveal infinite malice, and that malice is not only for What's for the Dark Knight is also for Bruce.

"Why are you standing with him?" The young man who led the attack against the Dark Knight before chose to target Bruce this time, "As a human, do you want to speak for the monster?"

Bruce's shoulders froze. Batman is actually just an ordinary human being, and like Batman, there are still a few people who use mortal bodies to fight against the world.

But no one knows.

Bruce thought for a while, and he made a move that made Batman very unexpected——

He took a step to the upper left, and used his weak body to block the Dark Knight, "You're right." He sneered, "Compared to him, you are more like monsters." He The voice is not loud, but clear enough.

The young man showed a malicious smile. He knew that his goal had been achieved. As a small person, it was the first time that he was watched by the crowd and everyone paid attention to him. His actions guided so many people!There are so many people listening to him!

This made him flush with excitement, and he knew that it was time to establish his authority.

A small person gained the right to speak in this way. He raised his arms and shouted: "You will pay for this!" His tone was so solemn that he seemed to be declaring some truth.

There was a burst of commotion in the crowd, they were whispering, for the monster Batman they identified, they can humiliate him without any burden, and they don't have to bear any consequences, but for an ordinary human?

This still requires some hesitation.

A piece of rubbish flew out of nowhere, and it slammed towards Bruce, who turned sideways and avoided it expressionlessly.

He stared in that direction, and the crowd also stared in that direction.

The second piece of trash, the third stone...

This is the power of the group. These ordinary people who are honest and responsible on weekdays have gained the power of the group because of their common identity. They can vent their emotions wantonly because their subconscious is telling them that they don't have to take responsibility. Everyone fired, and who knows where the first shot came from?

Batman showed anger, he took a step forward, and such a huge crowd took a step back in unison.

Fear and excitement, curiosity and disdain were on their faces. They wondered what the Dark Knight would do?They watched Batman and Bruce fearlessly, all of them believed that they were not wrong, and that what they did was just.

Batman really didn't do anything, he just stopped the fanatical crowd from continuing to attack Bruce, "You can charge at me." He said in a deep voice, his blade-like gaze swept across the crowd.

The strange thing is that no one dares to continue throwing things anymore. In front of such a dark knight, they inexplicably lost all their courage. The group of people standing in the front unconsciously wanted to hide in the crowd , as if that would give them some sense of security.

Bruce gently grabbed Batman's cape, "Let's get out of here." He looked at Batman with pleading and affectionate eyes, "If that day comes sooner or later, I hope you can be later."

Batman deeply forgot to take a look at Bruce, he stretched out his hand silently, put it around Bruce's waist, and fired his claws to the southwest corner of a building with ease, and left here.

Those fanatical people lost their target. They looked at each other, as if they suddenly realized that before Batman appeared, they were fighting together. When they lost the common imaginary enemy, they became confused again.

Bruce hoarsely said, "Why did you come to save me?" He raised his hand, wanting to touch the Dark Knight's face.

The dark knight froze for a moment, and cast a glance at Bruce, but he didn't dodge, nor did he answer Bruce's question, but emphasized: "Don't move around."

These two similar figures flitted over Gotham without anyone noticing them.

They stopped in a place where no one was around. Batman pressed a button on the miniature bat computer on the boom, only to see that the wall was suddenly sunken, and a cool-toned light overflowed from it, splitting the wall Retracting them in an orderly manner, Bruce looked at Batman's cold jaw curve and wanted to ask something.

A Batmobile appeared there. This behemoth was like a small tank, and it was surprisingly light and light.

"I'll do it," Bruce said.

Batman gave Bruce a surprised look, "No."

"I know how to drive," Bruce insisted.

Batman stopped talking, he pressed the button for some unknown reason, the rear of the Batmobile tilted up, and the two seats slowly slid out, these two seats are no different from the chairs of a roller coaster, they can move people firmly attached to it.

Batman covers Bruce's head with one hand and puts the other on his shoulder, trying to get Bruce into the seat, but Bruce pats his hand away, annoyed eyes .

"I said, no." Bruce said slowly.

Batman explained helplessly: "There is only one driver's seat in front of this Batmobile."

"I know." Bruce continued.

Batman's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't show anything, "Wayne Manor is far from here." He lowered his head and stared at Bruce with Batman's disapproving gaze.

Bruce just spread his hands: "It doesn't work for me."

He leaned rogue against the wall. "I know what it's like to be in a Batmobile, and sit in the back, facing the back?"

He shook his head: "I will get motion sickness."

"Just the only way," Batman said.

Bruce held out a finger in front of Batman, leaning forward slightly, a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then he held up another finger.

"There's another way." Bruce blinked.

In the end, Batman compromised. He forgot to take a look at Bruce seriously, and jumped up from the side of the car in an extremely chic and handsome posture. During this period, his cloak suddenly fell apart. It has landed firmly on the driver's seat.

"Come in," Batman said dryly.

Bruce leaned against the wall with his arms folded, and blinked his left eye at Batman, "I can't get in." He stretched out his hand in a tantrum, "Pull me in."

Batman: "Up to you."

Seeing that Batman didn't continue to compromise, Bruce sighed in disappointment. He clumsily grabbed the outer edge of the Batmobile, and then flipped inside like a little frog. He worked hard for a long time, and only went up a little bit. So Bruce slowed down, his eyes rolled around, and then he reached out and grabbed Batman's mask by the ear.

"Oh." He looked at the bat ears in his hand in surprise, "I didn't expect that."

When the bat ear was taken out, it was actually a dagger, and the bat ear was the handle of the dagger. He smiled awkwardly at Batman: "I'll recover right away." He raised the dagger in his hand while muttering Towards Batman's head.

Batman tilted his head angrily, then reached out, and took the dagger out of Bruce's hand at an incomparably clever angle. He tilted his face in displeasure, "Stop messing around."

He grabbed Bruce by the collar at the nape of his neck with his other hand, and pulled him in easily. Bruce was dragged off his balance for a while, and the driver's seat of the Batmobile was spacious enough for a person, but It's a bit crowded for two people.

He's lying on top of Batman, one of his hands resting on Batman's breastplate and the other on the back of the seat, one of his legs stuck awkwardly in the gap between Batman's legs , Keeping this posture, as long as Bruce raises his head a little, he can touch the straight bridge of the dark knight's nose, and Batman is also imprisoned in the seat by this posture.

Bruce didn't move, he kept this somewhat ambiguous posture, and he even wanted to poke the Laughing Bat: "This figure is much better than yours."

"How long will you keep this posture?" Batman lowered his head patiently, and cautiously kept a little distance, "Get down."

Bruce smiled, his most flattering smile, "No problem."

He didn't continue to be a demon, but just supported Batman's body, and changed his position with difficulty in the narrow space - allowing him to sit on Batman's lap.

Batman closed his eyes and opened them again. After repeating this action a few times, he said in a deep voice, "Wayne Manor."

"Okay, the autopilot mode is turned on, destination, Wayne Manor." An old and elegant voice sounded.

Bruce was only quiet for a while, then turned his head and looked at Batman in an uncomfortable position, "Aren't you feeling bored?" As he said, he put his backhand around Batman's neck, slightly above his head. He touched the junction between the hood and the uniform, and skillfully tapped a tiny mechanism, and Batman's hood fell apart.

He leaned against Batman's chest and slid down, which allowed him to see Batman's face when he raised his head. He maintained this posture and took off Batman's hood.

"Nice face." Bruce praised.

Batman looked at him suspiciously, "Maybe we can talk about something."

"Of course." Bruce smiled and corrected his attitude, "What do you want to know?"

"For example, about my inexplicable extra son, and the incident with Jason."