[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

There was a hint of embarrassment.

……

"Master." Ah Fu cried helplessly, "You don't have to think so much."

"I'm not thinking too much, I'm planning for the future." Bruce got up and sat next to Ah Fu.

"Plans can't keep up with changes."

"But it's better than no plan."

Ah Fu clasped his fingers tightly, pointed to the scar on Bruce's exposed wrist and said, "I hope to see you get married and have children, I hope to see you safe, Gotham should not be your future."

"I don't want to wait for the news of your death one day."

Bruce couldn't help being silent, he opened his mouth slowly, but closed it after thinking about it.

He can't promise Alfred, because the way it is, unless he dies, he'll always be Batman.

Always.

"Master, you can be Batman now, but what about when you are old? Can you still not care about your body like now? Will you still have the strength to deal with criminals at that time?" Ah Fu continued to persuade, " I'm old, I don't want a white-haired person to send a black-haired person, I've already sent away a member of the Wayne family."

"...I'll reduce the number of appearances when Harvey Dent stabilizes in Gotham and the law is enforced." Bruce finally said.

Ah Fu is right. In ten or 20 years, he will not be able to fight criminals like he is now. Batman is also a human being, so he has to retire. Fighting criminals can only become empty talk when he is no longer young.

Unless someone takes over the position.

But he won't do that.

If anyone is going to devote himself to darkness, it can only be the one and only Batman, and it has to be the one and only Batman.

Afu knew that this was the promise Bruce could make: "Okay, do you still want to stay in the Batcave?"

"Stay here, because after knowing some information, you can find the remaining information more accurately, and there is also that USB flash drive." Bruce's hand touched the texture of the USB flash drive, and he could appreciate its delicate structure just by feeling.

"I don't expect to see you here, young master, when I wake up in the morning." Ah Fu said as he walked out of the bat cave, "It's already night."

With the door closed, only Bruce is left in the Batcave.

He was alone all the time.

Live in darkness, live in darkness, die in darkness.

There are more technological products in the Batcave. Because of the timeline spanning, he doesn't know when his home has these functions.

Bruce plugged the USB drive into one of the machine's jacks -- the message in his head told him so, and then --

The lights suddenly went out, then came back on again suddenly.

"Who is the lucky one to see this image?" A voice rang out, and the brown-haired figure in a suit was walking around, oh, it was walking around him.

"First of all, congratulations. Some things will not happen again. You or your relatives and friends have avoided death. You may be very happy."

"However, there are buts in everything." Tony pulled his voice, "Other unfortunate things have happened. If you can get the USB flash drive, you must have accepted this point of view."

"The universe is merging."

"There are countless parallel universes in the world, no one knows how many universes will be involved, and no one knows what is in those universes."

"Cosmic Consciousness, let's just call him that. All he cares about is the universe itself. As long as the universe is not destroyed, who cares about the life and death of beings like us?"

"Supernatural forces may or may not exist in your world, but no matter what, human beings, who are as small as dust in front of the entire universe, can only drift with the flow under the so-called providence."

"It's such a nasty feeling when things are out of control, isn't it? You know what might happen, but you can't prepare to stop it. After trying, it's still darkness, no light and no way, gradually swallowed by a sense of hopelessness."

Tony paused and said, "We have nothing to do with each other."

"Seriously, what if there were people going through bad consequences without these weird distractions? Isn't that just what's supposed to happen?"

"I don't accept that anyone or anything tampers with my life at will, even if I hope things will be better, even if I want to avoid regrets, but it is all under the circumstances that I have won it myself, what is the reason for others to give , do you just accept that you are incapable?"

"No, I don't think so."

"If that's not the case, don't worry about it."

If not, don't worry, Bruce said this sentence in his heart.

He is very similar to Tony in all aspects, from wealth to personality, from life experience to interpersonal relationship, but these are not the main factors.

Mainly because they are heroes.

The meaning of a hero is nothing more than that.

Later, what Tony said became a secret. At present, only Bruce and him know it, and no one will know it again.

The secret was not revealed until the very end.

"tick-tick-"

Listen, the clock is turning.

"tick-tick-"

Listen, the stars are shining.

"tick-tick-"

Listen, the storm is coming.

Mo Sheng stayed in Gotham peacefully for a month. Batman never came to see them again, as if the conversation never happened. She watched the news every day and didn't find any major changes in Gotham. Everything went according to the original track. run.

Oh, of course it was just her thought, in fact Bruce had approached Natasha---in his capacity as President Wayne.

"I'm going out for a while." Natasha said to the girl after looking at her phone for a while, then picked up a leather bag containing some gadgets, put on a casual coat, and unlocked the door.

"No problem, widow sister, you can do whatever you want." Mo Sheng waved his hand.

She thought that Natasha might be going to buy something. After all, the ingredients at home were almost gone, so they couldn't be hungry.

The little girl didn't think much of it.

Wearing a mask and sunglasses, Natasha walked to a hidden cafe according to the address given by Bruce.The cafe is located at the end of the alley. Although it is not far from the main road, it is very quiet here. If you want to find a place where there are no people, this is a good choice.

The road to the cafe was rather winding, and Natasha walked for more than ten minutes before arriving.

"Mr. Wayne is so leisurely and elegant to invite me for coffee early in the morning, but you picked a place with a good view." Natasha walked into the hall, threw the bag on the chair aggressively, and took off the mask Then sat down and said.

"Isn't this my daily routine? Bruce Wayne will do this, and invite beautiful ladies to chat with him every day." Bruce shook the spoon, and the spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the glass wall, his blue eyes were full of affection, Most people can't help but sink.

But Natasha is not most people. She looked at Bruce's "affectionate" appearance and smiled a little mockingly: "What's the point of testing? You look so different from when you put on the mask."

"We all know who is who, and we can't cooperate with this attitude." Natasha said coldly, and then she leaned on her head and looked at the internal environment of the cafe.

There is only one bar here, with some small and exquisite handicrafts on it. Next to the bar are a few wooden tables and chairs. There are some green potted plants in the spare space. There are a few wind chimes hanging at the door. The style is very elegant.

"I can't see that you will come to this kind of place again. Shouldn't you go to a magnificent hotel? This style is not suitable for a rich man like you." Natasha said while flipping through the notebook on the table.

"Then you may have misunderstood me. Bruce Wayne is not a normal rich man. He likes extreme sports and often hurts himself." Bruce took a sip of coffee, and the mellow taste entered his throat, dispelling the inevitable morning exhausted.

"Huh?" Natasha closed the menu, raised her eyebrows and looked at the other party, "Indeed, he also likes to control anything that breaks into his territory."

She took out a black knob the size of a fingernail from her bag: "It's not polite to put monitors on people."

Bruce didn't change his face when he was discovered. He calmly took the monitor back: "It's my problem, I'm sorry."

"I accept your apology." Natasha didn't make it difficult, because she could understand Bruce's actions, even though she was a little annoyed that she didn't notice the monitor at the first time.

The boss and waiter came forward to ask what drinks he wanted.

"A cup of latte, please add less milk, thank you." Natasha said to him.

"Please wait a moment, ma'am." The dark-haired man walked back to the bar to prepare coffee. He seemed to be familiar with this situation and didn't intend to ask any questions.

"Your friend?" Natasha came to this conclusion after observation and then asked as she looked at the other party's skillful brewing of coffee. In this case, the two could only know each other and have a good relationship.

"Yes, it's my friend. He used to be a newspaper reporter, but he resigned due to personal reasons. After that, he opened a coffee shop here until now." Bruce replied.

"This coffee shop can't make much money a year." Natasha pointed out the window, "One is that it is far away from the main road, and the other is that not many people in Gotham would sit down and enjoy coffee comfortably in a quiet afternoon. .”

"Opening a coffee shop in Gotham is a losing business."

"It's not that there are not many people, it's that there are no people. Every day other than me, there are more guests. That's why I chose this place." Bruce continued to take a sip of coffee.

"He is not short of money. Opening a coffee shop is only a personal hobby. Even those little gangsters will not come here at night. It is safe and relaxing. Moreover, he also writes articles and publishes them in newspapers, earning a lot of money."

At this time, the owner of the coffee shop came over with a cup of coffee. He bent down and put the cup gently on the table: "Ma'am, your latte is ready, please take it slowly."

The way the man smiled inexplicably reminded Natasha of the rising sun. She felt that he was very similar to Steve, with a righteous face that made people subconsciously feel at ease.

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