After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

In Wayne Manor, a subtle atmosphere of stalemate is silently spreading.

This is not a formal living room, but more of a small family living room where families sit together naturally—of course, it is a "small living room" in the sense of rich people.The living room is in an excellent location, close to the gate, with good lighting, and a lush garden outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The interior decoration was done by the deceased Mrs. Wayne, and was slightly modified by Bruce. The overall appearance is family-style warmth and softness. Whether it is the photos placed or the decorations, it makes people feel relaxed and at ease.

Everyone in this family, whether it's Dick or Jason, or Bruce himself, is happy to stay here when they have nothing to do, even if they just sit here and stare at the scenery outside the window.

Because of this, the furniture arrangement of this more private living room is more casual than that of the traditional living room.This kind of randomness means that the distance between sofas is like the relationship between relatives, which is very intimate. At this moment, although the three people are sitting on three sofas in a triangular posture, Bruce Wayne En, as long as you stretch out your left and right hands, you can still touch these two unexpected visitors without any effort.

Bruce Wayne, who was held between the left and right and could only pretend to look at the scenery, was expressionless inside: ...I made a mistake.Blame Superman.

It doesn't feel good to feel that this kind of private territory has been invaded, especially for someone like Batman who has a strong sense of private territory.

However, Superman didn't realize that he was being slandered. He glanced at Wonder Woman sitting across from her, met her eyes, then turned back to Bruce, and said straight to the point: "I know Batman is investigating me and Day. Anna. I admit that there is a need for trust and honesty between teammates, but with all due respect, I don't think Batman's secret investigation can be regarded as a kind of friendly teammate behavior."

"I totally agree." Bruce said with a smile. The smile looked extremely sincere, but in fact it was just a perfunctory mask commonly seen in high society. Clark Kent had seen this expression many times when he was working in a newspaper office, and he understood what it meant Because of this, Superman couldn't help but frowned, anticipating Bruce Wayne's refusal to cooperate.

Sure enough, the well-known rich second generation in Gotham shrugged and said: "But, even if I agree with your words, what's the use? Batman never listens to my advice-the whole Gotham knows that he Notoriously opinionated. I can only convey your opinion for you, as for what he intends to do, I can't make any guarantees."

Superman stared at Bruce, opening his mouth to speak.

"So," Wonder Woman who had been silent all this time interrupted suddenly, "We hope to have a serious conversation with Batman. When will he be willing to participate as a reserve member of the alliance?"

Bruce intends to continue to evade: "Well, I don't..."

"Oh, Mr. Wayne." Diana interrupted him, staring at Bruce with bright and wise eyes, like an eagle catching its prey, "I don't need a definite message from Batman." Answer, you funded him, at least you know him better than we do, when do you think he will not be stingy with a little bit of trust?"

"..." Bruce was silent for a while, and half-jokingly said, "Probably after he investigates all the information?"

"Is that what you think—" Superman asked.

He spread his hands: "I just—"

"—Batman?"

Bruce Wayne paused, he tilted his head, he seemed a little hesitant, and a little puzzled: "... what?"

Since just now, Superman has been observing him, observing his movements and demeanor, from his pupils to every muscle to his breathing—he wanted to get the real result of this temptation from the opponent's physiological reaction, but he didn't Get the answer you expected.

Bruce Wayne is acting so normally, without any omissions, that the slight surprise on his face seems to come from just hearing the name from Superman, rather than being guessed about the secret identity.

Even though Superman still had doubts in his heart, he had to come to the most common-sense result in realistic observation: Bruce Wayne is not Batman.

Superman felt slightly embarrassed.

"Did I get it wrong?" Bruce was half surprised, half hesitant, "You called me...'Batman'?"

Superman was silent: "..."

Gotham Regal's expression looked as if he had been greatly insulted: "No way, so you think I'm that black vigilante? I have to say, this speculation is very hurtful. I am a well-known charity in the United States. Home, where does it look like that cruel and violent bat?"

Superman doesn't agree with Wayne's evaluation of Batman, but now that Mr. Wayne has receded from the aura of "Batman" in his heart, and has returned to the idiot playboy recognized by the entertainment page of "Daily Planet", so he doesn't intend to Continue to argue with the other person: "I'm sorry."

Wayne smirked. "I look like I'd just—"

He stood up suddenly and avoided Wonder Woman's lasso attack. The Proverbs lasso landed on the sofa and retracted weakly.

Bruce Wayne was condescending, staring at Diana: "Ma'am, this is not the behavior that a polite guest should have."

"Your reaction is quick." Wonder Woman pointed, "I'm sorry, but I've lived a long time, and I'm not as easy to deceive as another boy."

The other "boy" was still a little shocked. He looked at Diana, and then at Wayne who stood up.

"Oh," Bruce backed away quickly—he had already thought of this possibility when they sat down, "Don't you think that all human beings should be weak? You are disappointed, although it is just an ordinary person, but I've always loved extreme sports."

"Really?" Wonder Woman stood up unhurriedly, "Superman."

The Kryptonian grabbed Mr. Wayne's arm, and he felt the playboy's muscles tense at that moment. Although it was only for a moment, it rekindled his suspicion of this man.

Bruce frowned. "I have to say, I'm pretty pissed right now, both of you."

Wonder Woman smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne. Maybe you can choose to cooperate. We have no intention of destroying all the facilities in Wayne Manor."

The golden rope wrapped around Bruce Wayne's arm.

At the same time, the sound of a bullet being loaded also resounded clearly in the living room.

Wonder Woman turned her head and saw the old butler with a gun.

"I'm sorry, Miss Prince," said the old butler, holding his hand there steadily, with a calm expression, "but maybe you can choose to let Master Wayne go?...By the way, this ammunition uses some strange treatments , may cause you some damage that none of us want to see."

Diana turned her head and stared at Bruce playfully: "... an ordinary person?"

"Rich people are very afraid of death," he said calmly, "Of course I am no exception."

"Miss Prince—" Alfred called.

"Diana," Superman hesitated, "we..."

"Who are you?" Diana interrupted Superman. She didn't seem to care about the threat behind her, and even slightly tightened the mantra lasso, "Bruce Wayne? Batman?"

The lasso of mantra burst into golden light.

Alfred's hand was slightly lowered, but he couldn't help but stop. He hadn't hesitated so much for a long time—not for the other party's superhero status, but for Master Bruce, and for a future that might be more gentle.

Bruce Wayne pursed his lips tightly, as if he was determined not to let his secret be revealed. His strong willpower surprised the two superheroes present, although this behavior itself seemed to confirm a certain truth. guess.

Cold sweat broke out from his head, and Wonder Woman almost thought that the lasso of mantra had no effect on him, she paused slightly, and asked again: "Who are you?"

She was a little soft-hearted, and a little helpless.

—If he said he was Bruce Wayne, she thought, then take it for granted, leave it at that.

However, the answer was beyond everyone's expectations——

The black-haired man who gritted his teeth finally couldn't resist the terrifying magic power of the lasso of mantra, and almost gritted his teeth and replied:

"...Batman."

Alfred sighed very lightly, and put down the gun in his hand.

The two superheroes were dumb at the same time. Wonder Woman put away the lasso of truth in an instant. She silently looked at the vigilante in front of her, realizing very clearly that this is a truly respectable superhero, no matter what he does. Suspicious and stubborn.

——...Not all superheroes regard the identity of the vigilante as more important than their true identity.Just like when she asked Superman the same question with a mantra lasso, the Kryptonian replied "Clark Kent" instead of "Superman".

Bruce had no expression on his face, and looked at Superman almost indifferently: "...can you let go now? Superman?"

Superman hastily let go of his hand and took a step back: "...Sorry."

Bruce stretched his arms, silently wrote down what happened today, and sat back on the sofa.

The atmosphere is now more awkward than it was initially.

In the silence, Superman tried to find a question to break the atmosphere: "Perhaps you want to know my identity? I am—"

"Clark Kent." Bruce called out his name flatly, gave him an almost provocative look, and smiled, "We met. So, your crush—Miss Louise knows your secret identity ?"

Superman couldn't hide his surprise: "——you know?!" He thought he didn't find out at all!

Bruce Wayne smiled back.

He countered almost subconsciously: "It seems that Hilda knows your identity as Batman?"

I don't know if it was his illusion, but when he finished speaking, Bruce Wayne's expression seemed to turn ugly for a few degrees.

Superman, trying to lighten the mood, fails.