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

There was silence in the room, and Bruce didn't know what to say, they all knew how noble Superman was, and when one day the finger was pointed at his companions, he would be the first to stand up.

"I've seen on the news that Luthor has created countless robots, claiming that these robots can protect humans from aggression." Bruce said suddenly.

"Such robots are not difficult to manufacture, but I have seen more dangerous existences in the universe. Before such existences, they could not play any role. What's more, its existence has violated the limits of citizens' rights, but Because of the previous war, everyone is willing to give up some rights to gain safety." Batman replied.

"You've made a lot of bat-mechs." Bruce stared into Batman's blue eyes, as if to see his true thoughts, "I know you've made a lot of these robots, and if something happens to you one day and you can't be a bat When you're active, you let those robots guard Gotham instead of you."

Batman's eyes turned cold, "That's right, I've thought about this. In the day-to-day battles, I've become more and more suspicious of everything I've said. Is it meaningful?"

He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I'm getting more and more disappointed in this world."

Bruce's eyes also became cold, "You have always been too weak, why are superhumans forced to this point by humans? Maybe you should reflect on yourself."

Batman suddenly raised his head, turned his face, and stared at Bruce with an indescribable look, "Crossing the line is an extremely easy thing, but once the line is crossed, there is no going back."

They confronted each other, confronting each other with swords drawn. Two pairs of identical blue eyes stared at each other. They maintained this posture for a long time, and finally, Bruce was defeated.

He sighed and fell back, his whole body hit the soft bed, was bounced up a little distance, and fell on it again, he folded his hands behind his head, and looked at the ceiling covered with complicated wallpaper in anger .

"You can do whatever you like." He said bitterly, "You all look alike."

"You?" Batman was a little confused.

"Yeah." Bruce turned his head angrily, he didn't want to see Batman anymore, but he still responded to Batman's question, "It's not the first time I've seen a fool like you."

But his voice was a little hoarse, and there was sadness in his eyes, "They didn't have a good ending."

"I don't know if you have heard Ah Fu read poetry. The teacher who taught me poetry told me many poems, but I only have a deep memory of the one that Ah Fu said." Batman looked at it quietly. Bruce, who was unhappy for a while, suddenly said something irrelevant,

"He said he must spread his wings, must go there, and he leaped into the light."

Bruce still tilted his head, and when he heard these words, he turned his body sullenly and curled up with his back to Batman.

"Icarus." Bruce's voice sounded muffled, and he hid his face, "But if Icarus knew that the result of his flying was doomed to death, would he still choose to fly?"

He sat up suddenly, and scratched his hair again, "If... Forget it, I just hope you think about Ah Fu and your family, you are not as insignificant as you think."

Bruce thought of the experience of the last world again, the ecstasy of the Bat family when they mistakenly thought they were their Batman at first, and the grief and disappointment when they learned the truth later, although they hid the latter very well. good.

With that, he collapsed again, ignoring Batman any more.

"I...do you want something to eat?" Batman sat on the edge of the bed, his voice was stiff and reluctant, looking at Bruce, he seemed a little at a loss.

"No." Bruce curled up a little more.

Batman silently pulled off the quilt that was placed aside, trying to cover Bruce with it, "Then I'll go out first..."

Before he finished speaking, Bruce had nimbly grabbed his shoulders, and hooked his neck with his other hand. Without checking for a while, Batman was taken and fell on the bed.

"..." Batman looked at a top of Bruce's hair protruding from the quilt. He felt the long-lost headache. The last time he slept with someone else (excluding those men and women who were only sexually related), it almost dates back to When Dick first arrived at Wayne's house, the little robin who had just lost his parents would always be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night, and Batman, who had already experienced this, would stay in Dick's room to ensure that he could get back to his home as soon as possible. see yourself.

"Sleep together." Bruce stretched out a hand from under the quilt, and that beautiful hand grabbed the corner of Batman's clothes. His head was still covered in the quilt, but he insisted on saying again, "Together .”

Maybe it's because this Batman is older than me that he looks so gentle, or maybe it's because he is not so desperate in this world, or maybe there is Batman in this world, and in this Wayne Manor, he no longer seems to be The one who didn't fit in.Bruce wrinkled his nose, and he tugged on Batman stubbornly, not letting him go.

Batman thought for a while, he didn't make a sound, just lay down on the bed obediently, gently unrolled the huge quilt roll, and then covered himself.

He leaned slightly towards the bed and turned off the lamp beside the bed. After losing all light sources, only the sound of their shallow breathing could be heard in the room.

"The little girl," Batman said, "Damian is already looking for her, nothing will happen."

Bruce moved his body slightly towards Batman, and he closed his eyes reassuringly until he felt the quilt leaning against a warm object.

"Nice dream."

The next day, when Bruce woke up, maybe the night patrol had consumed too much energy, and Batman was still asleep, and Bruce didn't wake him up. Chin, lay on the bed and began to observe Batman.

With a perfectly crafted appearance and a chiseled face, Bruce touched his own face. Batman looked more mature than himself. The years had made him weather-beaten, and he had honed an unparalleled sex appeal.

Batman frowned uncomfortably. Bruce's gaze was enough for Batman to wake him up, and he frowned and opened his eyes.

"Good morning." Bruce maintained that leisurely posture, tilted his head at Batman, and showed Gotham Baby's invincible smile, "I've been waiting for you to wake up."

"..." Batman glanced at Bruce helplessly, he pulled out the quilt that was pressed by Bruce, and then sat up, "Go wash up."

He tossed a brand new nightgown at Bruce. "Food hasn't allowed me to have breakfast in bed for years."

"Actually, it's already lunch time." Ah Fu knocked on the door rhythmically, "If the two gentlemen stay in bed for a while, they should be lucky enough to catch up with afternoon tea."

Bruce and Batman looked at each other, he grabbed the nightgown, threw it on casually, tied it loosely, and went to brush his teeth with bare feet and disheveled clothes.

"Here are the slippers." Batman followed him, putting a pair of slippers on the ground, "Put them on."

Bruce took one surprised look at Batman, who still had toothpaste froth in his mouth, and mumbled, "You look like an old lady." He laughed at his own analogy.

"I've reached the age when it's time to maintain my health. Every time it's rainy, the wound from my youth will ache." Batman revealed a gentle smile in his eyes, "I'm not young anymore."

"Okay." Bruce stepped on his slippers, spit out the foam, and began to urge Batman again, "Hurry up and wash up, I'm hungry." He began to dictate, obviously he was the one who occupied first The person who left the sink.

Afu has already placed a sumptuous meal on the table. Tim has dark circles under his eyes, holds coffee in one hand, and stuffs broccoli into his mouth with a fork in the other. When he sees Bruce, he widens his eyes. eyes.

"Bruce?" He stared at Batman dumbfounded, "This is..." He couldn't help feeling sad, feeling sad for the delay in his news, and he looked at Damian who was sitting several seats away from him, regardless The bad relationship between the two, Fa asked: "You also know?"

Damian nodded grimly.

He showed a reluctant expression, and then said reservedly and disdainfully, "Drake, everyone knows except you."

"Is that so?" Tim couldn't help being shocked, "Everyone?" His voice turned two corners, "You all know? Just keep it from me?"

Batman pulled out the chair calmly and sat in gracefully, choosing not to answer Tim's question, but the corners of his mouth rose in a slight arc.

"My name is Bruce." Bruce walked up to Tim enthusiastically, and then raised a bright smile, "I come from another world, but I'm not Batman." After speaking, he sat down next to Tim.

"Uh... hello, I'm Tim."

"I also have three sons." Bruce interrupted his self-introduction and smiled, "Batman also exists in my world."

"Oh." Tim took a sip of coffee, looking embarrassed and overwhelmed, but soon his face became weird.

"Damian!" He looked angrily at the nonchalant Robin, and Damian raised an eyebrow at him.

"You put mustard in my coffee!"

Damian raised his glass to Tim and said with a smirk, "In exchange for laughing at me yesterday."