[Comprehensive British and American] Bat's Grammy Girlfriend

Bruce woke up to the sound of the tide.

There is a dark sky dotted with starlight in front of me. The night in Gotham is surprisingly good tonight—the dark clouds have cleared, and the stars are twinkling. If you set up an astronomical telescope, you may still be able to see star clouds hundreds of millions of light years away.

The clear night sky is connected to the calm Atlantic Ocean. On the other side of the blue waves, countless lights echo the stars in the sky, highlighting the prosperity of Gotham.

Looks like he's on an island somewhere near Gotham.

Bruce remembered the last scene before he lost consciousness, he fell into the sea, and the dark water flooded his body and consciousness from all sides.But in this increasingly dense darkness, a seemingly invisible singing voice came from afar, like the voice of a siren in Norse mythology.The cold sea gradually took away his senses, everything in the world disappeared, he seemed to be in the endless chaos, the heaven and the earth were born, and a small, shining star was just born in the vast and boundless universe.

The star was slowly approaching him, with a gentle light.

Bruce reached out and touched the blue-purple halo.

Then he opened his eyes on this beach, his head was in pain, his body was heavy, his legs seemed to be submerged in water, and it was bitingly cold; his chest was stuffy like a bat machine, Almost out of breath.

Bruce raised his head with all his strength and saw a white arm.

His brain froze for a second, and he quickly recovered himself, calmly thinking that the nearby fishermen might have fished him up from the bottom of the sea.As for why he was lying on top of him, it was probably because he coveted Batman's beauty. After all, this arm is very slender and should belong to a woman.

Sensing his movement, the woman on Bruce's body also woke up, the long hair wrapped in her arm moved, and separated from it, revealing a cute and beautiful face.

Her facial features are extremely beautiful, as if she has received the gift of God, the blessing of the God of Beauty.Especially those eyes, light to transparent blue, reminded Bruce of an aquamarine in his collection.

Seeing that he woke up, the woman pursed her lips and smiled slightly, propped her arms up from his chest, her long wet hair was draped over her shoulders like seaweed, and the water droplets dripping from the ends scratched her snow-like skin and rolled onto the gravel between.

Hold.Bruce swears, neither Batman nor Gotham sweetheart, because the woman in front of him has no clothes on.

He quickly looked at himself, fortunately, the bat suit was still on him, but a large piece of the woman's chest was broken, which looked like an attempted attempt.

The woman was not ashamed of her situation, and she didn't even intend to cover it up, and watched his movements openly.

Her abnormal behavior caused Bruce to quickly flash several thoughts: Is it a savage who has never been in contact with civilized society or is his mind defective?But neither of the two conjectures seems to be very tenable. This place is not far from Gotham, and it is not a deep mountain or forest. How could there be savages? She has lived on a desolate island for more than ten or twenty years, not to mention that her skin has no scars at all, it is fair and delicate, and it is so perfect that it is not human.

weird woman.Batman's intuition told him so.

Limbs and limbs gradually became conscious, and Bruce's posture changed from lying down to half lying down, and finally straightened his upper body, sitting face to face with the woman on the wet sand.

"What's your name?" Unsure whether to use Bruce's baby tone or Batman's tone, Bruce finally chose Gordon's tone of questioning the prisoner: "You saved me?"

The woman tilted her head in bewilderment and looked at him puzzled.

"My name is Bruce, Bruce Wayne. Are you a resident of this island?"

The woman blinked her eyes, and her long eyelashes moved slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings inadvertently.

Bruce was silent for a moment, then spoke again: "Can you speak?"

He has a feeling that Penguin is talking to him.

The woman pursed her lips, as if she understood what he said, but she didn't.She lowered her head, smoothing her long hair like a sea monster under the moonlight.

Well, it seems that he can't speak, maybe he is a deaf-mute.Bruce took off the cloak—thank God it was still there, and put it on the woman, otherwise when someone found them, it would be on the headlines of Gotham every minute—"One-night stand men and women on a deserted island", he could even think of the title.

The woman didn't like the cloak on her body very much, she pulled it off a few times, Bruce didn't argue with her, and put it on again silently, like this five or six times, she probably understood what Bruce meant, and reluctantly accepted it. clothes.

Bruce checked the beach, it was bare, not even a rock.The island is not big, probably not even the size of Wayne Manor. There are a few coconut trees growing alone on the island, except for him and this strange woman.

After walking around the island, Bruce returned to the original point.The woman maintained the initial posture, but her eyes followed him all the time. There was no emotion in Klein's eyes, quiet and peaceful, just like this calm sea.

There are some tools for wild survival in the bat belt, including simple fire props.The sea temperature at night was very low, and Bruce didn't have to worry about it, but the waterproof and fireproof bat made a big hole.

He studied the damage, the edges were irregular and not neat, it looked like it had been torn apart violently, but he didn't know if it was the woman in front of him who was living on a deserted island with him.

Realizing that Bruce was looking at her, the woman glanced at the hole in his chest, and her eyes flickered with guilt.

Well it's her.Bruce frowned deeper. Ordinary people couldn't tear apart the bat suit. He put a question mark on the woman's species, and at the same time became more vigilant.

The night is getting darker, and the lights of Gotham in the distance are also dimming a lot. The long night is coming to an end, and the stars are flowing.The woman frowned in disgust at the coming sunrise, stood up suddenly, the bat cloak slipped to the ground, and walked towards the sea naked.

Bruce only had time to utter a syllable before the unknown siren disappeared into the waves.

He sat back slowly, labeling "her" as non-human in his heart.

Bruce remembered an urban legend in Gotham Bay. It is said that there is a beautiful mermaid wandering in the nearby waters. When she is in a good mood, she will save the sailors who fell into the water; Drowning in the sea.

Thinking about what he saw before he fell asleep, and thinking about "her" behavior, Bruce felt that this urban legend was somewhat believable.

Bruce ushered in a new day, and still did not wait for Alfred.

Gotham during the day is hidden where the sea and the sky meet, and it is not as easy to identify as it is at night.Bruce squinted for a while, and the coconut tree behind him suddenly shook, and the whole island seemed to be pushed hard.This is of course not an earthquake. How can an earthquake only shake a small island, and only shake it once.

Batman calmly analyzed.

In the evening, Miss Siren appeared in the afterglow of the setting sun, dressed exactly the same as last night, except that she held a fish in her hand, which should be used to feed Bruce.

She seemed to be in a good mood, and even obediently picked up the cloak to cover herself, stuffed the fish into Bruce's hand flatteringly, and at the same time moved her head closer, as if she was a big cat waiting for her master to praise her.

Bruce miraculously saw her intention, and raised his hand to caress her cheek that was stained with sea water. The other party rubbed her face a few times and smiled happily.

Sirens... are close relatives to dogs?In the database of Batman's brain, a folder called "Study of Siren Behavior" has been established, and it is constantly filled and perfected by the living specimens in front of him.

Seeing that Bruce likes fish, she turned around and jumped into the sea again, and returned with a full load in a short time-holding in her hands, dangling in her mouth, tucked in her arms, and even carried a huge strange-looking fish on her back.Throwing these salmon, eel, and cod in front of Bruce, she looked at him expectantly, asking for praise in her eyes.

"You're doing .

She couldn't understand what Bruce was saying, but she knew by movement that he didn't want fish anymore, and she sat quietly against him and watched him handle the first salmon.

Bruce has many identities: the chairman of the Wayne Group, the waste sweetheart of Gotham, the Batman in the dark... But no matter which one, he must not have cooking skills.

In the distant past, Bruce had been in the kitchen once, and then never again.

An hour later, he took a bite of the grilled fish he made himself, and missed Ah Fu's vegetable juice very much.The sea monster was quite interested in the dark grilled fish in his hand, and leaned over to take a bite, then looked at him with teary eyes.

The lights on the sea are on, and the presence or absence of Batman seems to have little effect on Gotham, which stands on the east coast, where the glitz hides the filth, and the prosperity breeds crime.

Unknowingly, the siren beside him rubbed against his arm, and after a while half of his body was squeezed into Bruce's arms.She obviously didn't like the cold and hard bat armor, she buried her head in his unarmored chest, her ears pressed against the skin, quietly listening to his heartbeat.

Kraken's behavior is always beyond reason.Bruce didn't push her away, but stroked her long hair that had been baked dry by the fire.

"Do you have a name?" Even though he guessed that she couldn't understand human speech, he still couldn't help asking.

Sure enough, the Kraken in his arms did not respond to this.

"Let me give you a name, I'll call it—" He originally wanted to say "Siren", but for some reason, a name popped up in his mind, so he changed his words: "Kesilla, your name is Kexi pull."

Hearing this word, she raised her head and opened her mouth: "Kesilla."

Bruce was a little surprised: "You can talk?"

She had that confused expression again: "Kesilla."

Bruce shook his head amusedly.

Gotham sweetheart looked so good when she smiled, even the siren was stunned for a moment, and after a while, she moved closer to her face and lightly touched Brucey's lips.

Such was the scene that Alfred Pennyworth saw when he found his master.