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

"No." Batman still refused, and he was a little more patient with Bruce, "This is very dangerous."

"What's the big deal!" Bruce yelled, blinking, "I'm in no danger."

"..."

Batman hesitates, but still tells the truth, "I'm worried that other people are in danger."

Bruce stared at Batman unlovingly, "I'll take care of him."

"Huh?" The Laughing Bat expressed his doubts, but Bruce ignored him and continued, "I promise, I promise I won't cause you any trouble, if you don't worry, I can always be by your side. "

"Anyway, there are enough rumors about Batman and Wayne in Gotham." Bruce yawned, "It's no surprise that Wayne did something absurd. What's the last watchtower?"

In a few minutes, Bruce pulled the bat uniform off his body, happily stuffed himself into the suit, "Tie?"

"I don't like wearing ties."

"Okay." Bruce shrugged, he looked in the mirror, his face in the mirror was too pale, blue eye circles hung decadently on his face, he didn't know how long the Laughing Bat had stayed up all night to get this look.

"You look terrible." Batman frowned. He squatted down, rummaged in the drawer, and found a concealer.

"Here's my secret to reappearing as Bruce Wayne after my night watch." He handed Bruce the concealer.

Bruce didn't take the concealer, but raised his face. Batman froze for a moment and smiled helplessly. He took off his tactical gloves, took out some cream and applied it under Bruce's eyes.

Batman's fingers were not as delicate and smooth as his own. When the slightly rough fingers passed under Bruce's eyes, he couldn't help closing his eyes.

After Batman skillfully covered up his bad complexion, he looked at Bruce, who closed his eyes and raised his head, and joked, "You seem to be asking me for a kiss."

Bruce's eyes rolled twice, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a smile, "It's not like." He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on the corner of Batman's mouth.

Batman laughed, he touched the corner of his mouth, "How many times is this?"

"I don't mind a next time," Bruce replied.

Bruce wobbled behind Batman, looking left and right along the way, pretending to be curious. Every time someone passed him by, he would say hello to each other in a good mood, and then looked at the other person with a smile on his face. The expression of seeing a ghost.

"Bruce Wayne?"

Green Lantern's eyes widened. He looked at Bruce, then at Batman in disbelief, and exaggeratedly repeated the joke he made when he first met Batman.

"Who the fuck is Bruce Wayne?"

Of course Green Lantern knows that Batman is Bruce Wayne!But this dark guy has finally left the realm of human beings and turned to the realm of magic?Or something else... His mind is full of rich family grievances and forbidden love stories before the twins.

"Stop your unseemly fantasies," Batman said sternly.

"I didn't." Green Lantern blurted out reflexively, and he backed away again and again, waving his hands non-stop.

Carl showed a faint smile, and this scene made him feel like he was back in the past - the Justice League at that time didn't have as many affairs as it does now, and Green Lantern was always trying to break it in various weird ways. Batman's unchanging ice cube face.

His little curly hair trembled imperceptibly twice, trying to get out of the neatly squeezed hair, Carl pressed it back in time, cleared his throat, "B...bat Xia?"

Batman glanced at him, sighed inwardly, and swallowed what he wanted to say. He didn't need to disappoint the moment he came, maybe he could talk to Carl in private?

He looked worriedly at Diana, who was sitting aside.

"Bruce is my... secretary," Batman said simply. "He'll follow me."

They held a routine meeting, Batman didn't express his opinion, just flipped through the documents in his hand, I have to say, the Laughing Bat did a lot better than he imagined, even if he came by himself up.

But he found that the Laughing Bat was trying to split the Lord of Justice. He was like a natural leader. Anyone who came into contact with him would willingly follow him. He just devoted a little energy to buying people's hearts, and now Half of the people in the watchtower began to look at themselves with the eyes of superman, obviously before they were quite complaining because the bat lord was reluctant to show up.

What exactly does the Laughing Bat want?Batman absently listened to the reports of the lords, while thinking, he looked at Bruce secretly, the behavior of the Laughing Bat was too strange, he could see that the Laughing Bat was just looking at this strange creature with interest at first. A coherent world, but his change happened when he described Earth-22—but in fact he didn’t know what happened to Earth-22.

He just caught a signal, which was sent by Batman in the main world. For some reason, Batman in the main world began to study the space-time shuttle technology. Time-space is a chaotic and disorderly existence, and no one knows what's inside Hiding something, he deciphered some of the signals sent by Batman in the main world, and in the process, most of them turned into meaningless ravings, but a small part was a little bit of Kryptonian text. After reading it, he Only then did I learn of the existence of several parallel worlds.

Earth -22 is the coordinate sent by the Superman.

And that Superman was about to shatter, he found infinite remorse and sadness from those words, he didn't know what would make the Son of the Sun look like this.

As for the existence of the hounds of Tindalos, Constantine once warned himself that it was an intangible and indescribable existence, and the place where they lived was nothingness, the kind of nothingness that humans cannot describe.

So he deceived the Laughing Bat, but got an unexpected result through this temptation, what happened to Earth -22?He put this question at the top of his list. Batman was still writing and drawing, but his thoughts had drifted far away.

Carl discovered the fact that Batman was distracted. He knew Batman too well, including Bruce Wayne in Batman's disguise. He once secretly used super vision to observe Batman's appearance in the Wayne Group meeting out of curiosity— Just like Batman is now.

"Batman, what do you think?" Carl asked abruptly.

"Huh?" Batman had a wooden face and looked normal, but he actually didn't listen to anything. Just as he was looking down at the documents, trying to find the place where the righteous lords reported, Carl spoke again, and he accused, "You're not listening to what we're saying."

"...The current output value has basically stabilized at 4000 billion. Compared with a few months ago, the output value of livestock production is 1950 billion, accounting for 50%, an increase of 7%, and the output value of crops is 1940 billion, accounting for 50%, a decrease of 9%..." Bruce looked down Lowering down, he took out the file from Batman's hand, and calmly continued to analyze it.

As he was talking, he found that everyone was looking at his face, "Why?" He looked around and showed an innocent smile.

Batman nodded approvingly, took the file back, and threw it in front of Carl, "It's your turn." He leaned back on the chair relaxedly, "Hurry up."

Carl opened his mouth, logically speaking he should feel displeased, but this long-lost feeling and the confusion of role reversal still made him smile. It was with a dark face that he warned himself not to be distracted. Thanks to the super brain of the Kryptonian, Mr. Consultant has never caught evidence that he was distracted.

He was too lazy to bother with these boring routine reports, and Carl closed the file abruptly, "There's nothing important." He looked at Batman gently, "Go to my room?"

Batman stood up, and without looking back, he walked towards the private lounge he had built—a small number of people, after all, when he built the watchtower, he never thought that there would be so many people on the watchtower one day.

Diana, who had been silent all the time, followed, and they walked to the storage room of the watchtower. The storage room was once Batman's lounge for himself, and next to it was the secret lounge he built.

Carl floated in with ease, turned on the yellow sun lamp, threw himself on the beach, stared at the false sun in the sky, and closed his eyes after a while, "I haven't been here for a long time."

Batman sat down beside him, stretched out his hand and plucked Carl's hair, feeling the touch of the little curly hair passing through his hand, with a little force on his fingertips, he pressed twice on Lord Superman's brow.

Cal opened his eyes and looked at Batman suspiciously.

"Don't frown." Batman sighed. "The Lord Justice didn't make you any better. Your brow hasn't been opened since that day."

Diana also sat down, and a sudden exhaustion that spread all over her body hit him. She lay down on the ground and pressed Batman's gray cape under her body.

"It's so tiring." She couldn't help complaining, just like what Clark once said to Batman, he became more gentle as he got older, and the grumpy big bat didn't seem to exist from the beginning to the end when we first met.

Carl turned sideways. From this angle, he could see Batman's hand on the beach. The hand was wrapped in a tactical glove. The glove looked damaged. Even though the world was at peace, Batman was still injured. He stretched out his hand , gently touching the damage with your fingertips, "You can't always let yourself feel better."