Dressed in a superhero shell to save the world [Comprehensive British and American]

“Gotham is crazier than I thought it would be,” Moses said. “I’d heard about the city’s reputation before, but back then everyone thought it was an exaggeration.”

System: "Just like ordinary people have no idea what Lex Luthor is doing under the surface of a business tycoon and philanthropist?"

"Basically—wait, didn't Luthor run for president? What did he do?"

"It's a long story. If you're interested, you can check it out slowly. Alright, now that we've arrived in a safe environment, let's talk about the next arrangements."

In the center of the parking platform, the door of a high-tech vehicle with a smooth and cool appearance was opened. Moses took off his hood while looking at the surrounding environment while getting out of the car.

"So, this place comes with status?"

"Yes, including the Wayne Manor on the surface, and the old butler in the manor." The system explained seriously, "Because there is no Batman or the surname Wayne in this world, people now only know that Bruce Wayne inherited a large inheritance The newly promoted rich man. In order to save time, I helped you get the address and secret base, Alfred—it is your butler who just came to apply for the job recently, but I guarantee that he is absolutely credible."

Moses discovered that Batman's shell not only has outstanding quick thinking ability, but also some indescribable small problems, such as paranoia and desire to control.He should have thanked the system for his help, but now he just feels uncomfortable.

"You can wait for me to take care of this myself." The corner of the man's mouth curled subconsciously, and he responded with a low voice.

"It won't happen in the future." The system said tolerantly, "You can treat them as benefits for newbies."

Moses didn't make a sound. He walked into the depths of the Batcave with the hood in his hands, and looked at himself with the blue reflection on the surface of the monitor.The screen reflected a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes, about 25, not more than [-] years old.

He tried to smile at the screen, and in the blink of an eye, the masculinity in the reflection changed drastically. The chilling gloom and coldness disappeared, and the romantic and sentimental air climbed up the corners of his eyes and brows, as if he had just come from a banquet. A half-drunk playboy who, with his face and body alone, can make most male creatures' hearts beat faster.

Understood, Mr. Wayne is the biological son of the will of the universe, that's why the words "protagonist template" are written all over his body.

"We need to talk." Moses dragged the chair over and sat down. After turning on the computer and creating a new file with high encryption, he said to the system, "It's about the reason and purpose of my presence here."

"I explained part of it when I signed the contract with you." The system said, "Simply put, some superheroes in this world must exist, whether it is for ordinary people who have been tortured by villains, or for the world itself. In other words, they are indispensable as pillars. However, something went wrong in the restart of the world, some heroes who should have been active disappeared, and their souls fell into a deep sleep, causing the fate of many characters related to them to be affected."

"Now this universe is facing a crisis of destruction. Before things become more uncontrollable, what we have to do is to try our best to maintain universal justice and let the environment that tends to be chaotic develop in a good direction. At the same time, you and the superheroes The fusion of their souls can not only bring benefits to themselves, but also help to awaken them. When the universe is peaceful, we can retire. At that time, the bonus and salary will be settled together. The will of the universe will never treat the contractors badly. How about it? "

Moses nodded and asked again, "What about my own body?"

"As far as I know, you have no close relatives and friends, and you are also in a state of resignation and unemployment. I will take care of your body, please don't worry. Your soul is more important now-how is your self-awareness?"

"I don't know what to say." Moses looked at his own shadow. "I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne, and at the same time I feel like I should be 'me'."

"So, yes, soul fusion, you are him. This is not a mental problem, and it can be solved when you change your body." The system said,

"Okay, Mr. Moses, I know you can't help but want to list PlanA to PlanZ and make a list for the villains in Gotham, but it's almost early morning, I sincerely suggest you take the elevator to Wayne Manor and Say hello to your own housekeeper—in case he finds out that the owner of the mansion is missing and calls the police."

The man who seemed to be fascinated by the screen on the chair suddenly jumped up, quickly took off his uniform and put on his regular clothes, and ran to the elevator and asked, "That butler... Aph, does he know that Bruce Wayne has become About Batman?"

There was something magical about the name coming out of his mouth, as if it had been said more than once.

It seems that in the correct world, Batman and his butler have a really close relationship.

System: "It's somewhere... between knowing and not knowing."

Moses: "??? Speak human language."

Before the system answered, the elevator came to the first floor. As soon as Moses stepped on the floor, he saw a tall and straight figure standing upright next to the sofa. The volume reads the latest morning news.

Batman's body tensed involuntarily, and he made a vigilant defensive posture. The man's eyes scanned the title at the bottom of the screen, and his eyes fixed when he saw the word Arkham.

Host: "...before the police arrived, this criminal act that might have caused huge casualties and financial losses in Gotham City had been eliminated. What is surprising is that the staff at the scene were completely unable to explain what happened Who foiled the clown's plot to save our city, the only clown who could understand what happened gave out his crazy words in the face of police inquiries..."

In the background is the crazed laugh of the clown that Moses had only heard a few hours ago: "Bat! A little bat saved you! Hey I guess you watch TV don't you? Hidden under the hood so you can't see Mr Vigilante! I'm so sorry you don't live next door to me! I can't wait to see you again hahahaha!"

"..."

Moses couldn't bear to look away, and turned his attention to the old man by the sofa.

"It's been a long, crazy night, hasn't it, sir?" said the steward, without looking back, "I owe you my gratitude."

"……For what?"

Alfred Pennyworth pointed to the TV: "For those who survived the disaster."

"I do not know what you're talking about.The second half of Moses' words were swallowed by the old man's penetrating gaze, and he felt a helpless and relieved sense of relaxation that might belong to the other half of the soul in this body, and he spread his hands and asked, "What do you do?" found?"

"Maybe it's intuition." The steward finally turned around and said calmly, "But maybe it's also because you didn't intend to really hide it from me."

If he really didn't intend to entrust his trust, Bruce Wayne would never let others step into his manor for a long time.

Although Alfred didn't know where this trust came from, he felt a sense of relief for some reason.The old man looked directly at the young man who met him for the first time in front of the elevator door, just like looking at his own relatives: "Please forgive me for speaking bluntly, although your night activities are beneficial to social security, it is undoubtedly harmful to your own health .I have prepared some snacks and hot milk, you should rest as soon as possible."

The expression of the young man who was as sharp as steel just now softened completely: "Thank you."

"By the way, you need to get up early in the morning. Stark Industries will hold a press conference soon, and there will be a banquet in the evening. Because of the cooperation relationship on some recent orders of the Wayne Group, they also sent you an invitation letter."

Moses yawned for a while, and his watery blue eyes showed real confusion, which made Baby Bruce look even sweeter.

"Fucking system." He asked in his heart, "You didn't say that in addition to nighttime vigilante activities, there will be business during the day."

The system lazily said: "Now you own the Wayne Group, whose market value is no less than Stark's, and you have become a billionaire from the middle class, what more bicycles do you need? Don't be nervous, you just need to be a playboy on the surface. A mascot will do."

"I'm not nervous." Moses' expression became a little unlovable, "This body hardware is too strong, pretending to be a waste of snacks and pretending to understand is a test of acting skills, which means that I have no time to relax at all, twenty hours a day They're all working overtime, is Batman's willpower iron-clad?"

System: "You can catch up on your company's board of directors."

Moses: "...Thank you for your suggestion."

He has a bit of perfectionist obsessive-compulsive disorder in his bones, and he never allows himself to give up halfway or cause a superhero OOC due to his own reasons, so he immediately restrained his thoughts and fell on the big bed that looked expensive and comfortable, closed his eyes and fell into a short deep sleep .