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

"Hey Bruce...it's been a while since you've been here, but our show has a strong connection to the Wayne family."

The host, who was wearing a neat suit, leaned back and moved the swivel chair.

"I still remember the days when your father came here to promote." There was an expression of nostalgia on his face.

"If he had been mayor for a little longer, it would have been different."

"Then I won't be able to become a billionaire orphan early." Bruce didn't care, and sank himself into the soft sofa even harder. The dark red red velvet sofa set him off like a sweet little cake.

"He's a good guy, but for me, it's been too long."

Bruce grinned, "But I'm glad someone still remembers my father, oh... dear Maury, don't refuse my check this time."

The host wiped his temples and showed a forced smile.

"If I don't say no, I won't get a check next time."

Dick interjected, "Bruce, if you'd save a little money for our trust fund, we'd appreciate it."

Bruce looked sideways, the arcs at the end of his eyes were captivating, "As long as you can bring me enough fun."

"Bruce, you made me miserable." Dick couldn't help but smiled wryly.

Dick bit his lip and tried to force a smile on Tim, because he knew that Tibao would no longer be the one who was rumored to covet the Wayne Group in the future, and the drama at Wayne Manor would probably be staged until the adopted son fought for the family property, He did not hesitate to bribe his adoptive father.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to understand what kind of bribery it was.

"Bruce, is this handsome young man your second son?" The host couldn't hold back, and straight to the point mentioned everyone's most concerned question. The venue was quiet, and everyone was waiting for Bruce to answer this question.

"Yes." Bruce replied generously.

"As far as I know...you announced in the newspaper that Jason died in a car accident?"

"Oh...is this just a joke? You know that, Maury," Bruce teased.

"Is it because he did something to piss you off?" The host Murray made an exaggerated look. He trembled twice realistically, looking very scared.

"Gotham is getting darker and darker, isn't it?" Murray looked at Jason with a smile.

"Ha... I'm super happy to announce that this was just an April Fool's joke."

Bruce smiled triumphantly, "We all know that people can't die in Gotham, right?"

Jason glared at Bruce. "Hey Murray, I think I need to explain this."

Bruce put his hands on the handles of the chair reservedly, and raised his chin to Maury.

"Damn rich guy." Murray thought in his heart, but squeezed out a flattering smile.

"Cough...thank you." Jason waved his hand towards the crowd, "I have to clarify, for the sake of my future reputation."

There was a burst of tacit laughter from the audience.

"It's really not what you think, he showed a pitiful expression and sighed.

"I know I was young then...well, I was only 15..." Jason hesitated.

"But there really isn't such a thing as a billionaire's secret dungeon!" he complained angrily.

Bruce smiled politely but awkwardly, and Dick and Tim beside him were already gasping for breath.

"Oops, the wound seems to be bursting." Dick touched his ribs.

The host Murray rolled his eyes and suppressed a smile.

"For God's sake, man, I just had a fight with Bruce because some ideas didn't fit."

Jason stretched out the index fingers of both hands, pointing vaguely in Bruce's direction, and wiggled his fingers twice.

"You don't want to know what a jerk he is, I just told him I was never coming back."

He paused for a few seconds, showing a look that was a bit difficult to say, and he felt that his face was a little damaged.

"So he directly published the news of my car accident death in the newspaper."

Bruce laughed, looking unabashed.

"But it managed to call you home." He looked even more smug.

Tim shook his head and smiled wryly, "I don't think I need to explain?"

The entire studio was filled with happy messages, and when the studio gradually quieted down, the host continued to ask his questions.

"Bruce, we all know that once you...cough," the host teased and rolled his eyes.

"You had a crazy time about Superman."

He paused, "Look at the big screen, please."

Oh... There is a picture on the screen, the incident happened suddenly, the Gotham baby in a crumpled high-end suit, sleepy eyes covered by a red cloak, a human hugging his leg with one hand, and his crotch with the other Waist, he was wearing beautiful red boots, with one toe pointing slightly downward, floating in the Gotham evening, behind them were layers of clouds, it was a rare good weather in Gotham, without a trace of smog, Perhaps because of the arrival of the gods on earth, Gotham chose to peel off the fog and use a clean and clear sky to welcome the son of Krypton.

"The photographer did a good job." Bruce nodded pertinently.

"Seriously, why didn't anyone send me this picture?"

"Maybe everyone thinks you know all about it?" The host's eyes were bright and he was eager to move.

"I see news about myself in all kinds of media every day...good, bad, true, false..."

In a tired tone, Bruce smiled half-smile: "However, this photo deserves a front page."

The host was gearing up, looking like he wanted to make something happen. He continued: "Bruce... But you must know that everyone thinks that the patron saint of our city and the mascot of the Metropolis are a couple."

Bruce showed a surprised look in his eyes, a little stunned.

"Superman turned me down for Batman?"

"He rejected me?" Bruce stood up and walked around the stage smartly, screaming everywhere he went: "This really embarrasses me."

"I still have an affair with Superman?" Bruce had a trace of resistance in his heart, he was a little suspicious about it, but he didn't feel too surprised.

"Wow." The host showed a jealous look.

"I bet, Bruce, that Superman's rejection of you is the greatest loss of his life."

Bruce nodded with a smile, "I'm starting to appreciate you, Maury."

Then he opened his arms and faced the crowd with a frivolous expression. The lights on the stage were all focused on Bruce, and he was shining brightly. At this moment, he was the king of the world.

And his tone was so sad, "Oh... I've been hurt again, is anyone willing to be my other half?"

He bowed his head affectionately, it was a superficial stubbornness.

The uproar grew louder—

"Kang Kang me!"

"Go away! Bruce! I've loved you for a long time!"

"I knew Baby Bruce was coming to find me, woo woo woo..."

A commotion erupted in the stands, with many screaming and thrusting their arms upward as hard as they could.

"Well...but I'm alone." Bruce thought for a moment.

"The guy in the middle of the second row."

The spotlights flickered all over the place, "That's right, it's you."

Bruce took a step forward, extended his right hand and nodded.

"From left to right, the sixth person."

The spotlight suddenly stopped. It was a tall man with broad shoulders and black-rimmed eyes. He was dressed a little rustic. He was suddenly noticed by the crowd. The man seemed to be chosen by the emperor. He looked terrified and tried to curl himself into a ball, but his toned body made his efforts in vain.

"Come up, lucky gentleman."

The woman next to him let out a whimper, as if aroused, and the woman slapped the man on the back hard, as if urging him to hurry up.

"Hurry up, don't make me wait too long." Bruce said willfully.

The man timidly walked up, he was really too tall, a circle or two bigger than Bruce, but his unprepared appearance made people feel a little pitiful.

"Lucky guy." The host sighed.

"Sir, what's your name?" The host beckoned to the staff on the side, and Peter trotted up, taking a headset.

The man fiddled with the headset.

"Clark, my name is Clark Kent."

The host was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately, "Clark Kent, Daily Planet, I'm right."

The man nodded awkwardly.

"You're lucky, Clark, I read that Pulitzer article you got, and it's really well written."

"I...thank you."

"However, like Miss Louise Lane, you are a reporter who focuses on Superman, and the reason why Bruce chose you is thanks to that big blue guy. You have to thank him very much."

Murray patted Clark on the shoulder with emotion.

Clark felt a breath choked in his throat, gritted his teeth, and nodded forcefully.

"You're right, thanks to Superman."

"Rao...what's wrong with Batman today?" Bruce's fanatic, Superman, the crush, felt that he was not well.

"Magic? Poison?"

Although Mr. Chairman of the Justice League has a super brain and a photographic memory, he still can't figure out what medicine is sold in Batman's gourd.

"I caused too much battle damage?" He worked his super brain conscientiously, but even if he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out what exactly caused Batman to treat him like this.

Since Batman's death, Superman has been evasive and artificially blocked all news from Gotham. He tried not to care about that city, followed the crowd to save people, and went to the watchtower to be on duty in a daze.

"Rao, the watchtower was also built by Batman."

Traces of Batman are everywhere. When no one is around, Superman droops his shoulders, curls up and floats in front of the glass of the watchtower, staring at the blue planet.

"Bruce, I miss you so much."

Until one day, Perry, the big boss of Planet Daily, called him to the office.

Perry was still tough and grumpy, but he couldn't hide his concern.

"Clark, I can give you a short vacation."

Clark shook his head and refused.

"Then I have a task for you." Perry squatted down, rummaged through the messy desk drawers, and pulled out two invitation letters.

"It's not a very troublesome job. Bruce Wayne's family will attend an interview. We have received two invitation letters. You can go and have a look with Louis, and come back and write an entertainment version of the news for me."

Clark's eyes lit up. If he was compared to a big golden retriever, he could already see his tail wagging fast.