[Comprehensive British and American] Bat's Grammy Girlfriend

A famous writer once said, never underestimate the imagination of the masses.

Alfred picked up a newspaper and recited in an authentic Cockney accent: "Shocked! Batman and Wayne have such a relationship!"

After hearing the first two words, Bruce knew it was written by the Gotham Entertainment News: "Within today, I will become its boss."

Alfred folded the newspaper, picked up the second one, and continued to express his emotions: "Take you closer to the other side of Playboy Wayne that you don't know - the emotional entanglement between the Gotham sweetheart and the dark knight."

"With such a long title, it must be the Gotham Monthly." Bruce said succinctly, "Buy it."

"Fox will agree with your decision." Alfred still folded it neatly and put it aside: "Thanks to last night's news, the Gotham Monthly has come back to life and is ready to become a bimonthly." He used cadence The tone read the third copy: "Bruce Wayne's eighteen loves, which is quite literary. Let me see the author... Clark Kent, from the Daily Planet, a newspaper in the city next door."

"Buy it." Bruce tried to calm himself, or make himself look calm: "Then send this Clara to Africa as a war correspondent."

"It's Clark, sir." Alfred corrected, "With all due respect, your behavior is very naive. You can't buy all the newspapers in America."

"Why not?" Bruce squeezed a voice out of his nasal cavity, "It's time for Wayne Group to enter the news industry."

Alfred put away all the newspapers: "I hope Fox doesn't resign, it costs more than three rooms of high heels."

"Where's Keshira?"

"Doing homework in the study, Master Tim is watching." Alfred poured water into his empty teacup, "You shouldn't treat a suitor who admires you like this."

Bruce was surprised by his words: "Admirer? Do you think Keshira likes me?" Baby Bruce never questioned his charm. He and Stark dominated the list of "Best Boyfriends in America" ​​all the year round. The first and second of the water, the third of the running water.

But Keshira... God, she's even dumber than the plaid-shirted reporter I met last night at the banquet, Bruce reasonably suspects it's from being in the ocean too long... although the dumb-looking Keshira always does Do something that frustrates him.

"Isn't it?!" The old housekeeper began to look at him again with the eyes of "a scumbag who starts to mess up and ends up abandoning".

Bruce pinched his brows: "Of course not. She only went ashore to ask for help because of the serious pollution of the ocean. We are just allies in a certain sense."

"An ally who sleeps in the same bed every day." The butler snorted, "Maybe Ms. Kexila wants to use a marriage to strengthen your alliance, after all, she even gave the dowry." He was referring to the one that is still in the Batcave. A box of gold ornaments, Arthur handed them over to Keshira, Keshira didn't care much about it, and kept them there.

"That's not a betrothal gift, I just borrowed it temporarily for research. And—" Bruce felt that Ah Fu's eloquence was getting better and better, "Why did she give me a betrothal gift?"

"As long as you can get married, none of this matters." Alfred didn't miss any chance to urge you to get married. "Even if you choose the Superman of Metropolis in the end, I have no objection."

"What does this have to do with Superman?" Bruce said angrily, "I haven't settled with him for what happened last night."

"Because now everyone thinks that Superman and Batman are the best friends in the world, the kind that can help each other out. According to the statistics on Twitter, the number of people who choose 'hope to have superman-like friends' has exceeded [-] .”

"Then how lucky I am."

"Be optimistic, at least no one will suspect that you are Batman."

"Yeah, now they're just asking me when 'Batman' and I got married and if Tim was co-adopted by me and 'Batman'." After finishing speaking, Bruce asked, "What does the PR department think about this?"

Alfred opened the notepad: "One, do nothing."

"Then so will their wages." Bruce clearly disliked the first option.

"Second, admit the relationship and announce the date of marriage."

"I marry myself." Bruce snorted.

"Don't worry, they have another plan..." Alfred turned a page, "Oh, this plan doesn't look very good-to divert people's attention and use another more unbelievable news. Such as Superman or flash……"

"That's good." Bruce made a decision.

Alfred asked, "So is it the hapless Mr. Superman or the innocent Mr. Flash?"

Bruce looked at him strangely: "Why can't it be the two of them, Superman and Flash, what a good news material." He thought about the scene where Superman was questioned about his relationship with Flash, and he was refreshed: "Before seven o'clock in the evening , I want to see this report."

Alfred reluctantly went out with his teacup, and passed by the study as he entered the kitchen, where Keshira was still writing hard under Tim's supervision.

In order to prevent Tim from helping her cheat, Bruce didn't let her write math problems this time, but copied the complete works of Dickens, and she was not allowed to go out until she finished the copy.

Copying books has always been a boring and time-consuming task with little technical content.

Kexila had to copy the whole morning desperately, A Fu brought in the lunch, and continued copying in the afternoon.

Pity the two tentacles she used as hands are almost unconscious now.

Keshira took a peek at Tim, seeing him dozing off on the back of the chair, and quickly switched to another pair to copy.

Thanks to the twelve tentacles her father inherited from her.

Bruce came in twice in the afternoon, saw that both of them were deeply reflecting on their mistakes, and walked away with their hands behind their backs in satisfaction.

Luther, the main investor of the Antarctic project, attached great importance to this expedition. He not only provided more than 80.00% of the financial support, but also gave all the team members a generous subsidy, urging them to set off as soon as possible.

This time the expedition is mainly around the South Pole. They will stop at McMurdo, the largest Antarctic scientific research station, where they will go to the ruins of the Amundsen-Scott station after a little repair and spend three months. .

The expedition team got quite a lot of materials, and even had an advanced aircraft that can adapt to flying in most areas of Antarctica to assist in the scientific expedition.

Louise floated on the sea with the team for nearly a month, crossed the dangerous Drake Passage, and stood on this ice and snow land at the end of September.

Their leader was a nationally renowned geologist, and Louise had seen interviews about him on TV.She was particularly excited about this action, and felt that it would definitely help her get the Pulis Award she had longed for.

On the first day of their arrival at McMurdo Station, the leader allowed them to move freely.

This Antarctic station can accommodate more than 1000 people. It will not only receive scientists who come to investigate, but also some rich people who come to Antarctica for fun.Therefore, entertainment facilities such as cinemas and clubs were gradually built in the station. If the temperature was not too low, it would not be like coming to a lost world at all.

Louise walked around McMurdo Station. She was not very interested in it, so she took a few photos of the polar scenery with her camera.

When it was time for dinner, Louise sat among a group of people and looked at the harvest of the day. The scenery on the film was so beautiful that she looked over one by one, and suddenly found something in an almost pure white photo.

Louise zoomed in on the photo, stared at something that felt vaguely wrong, looked carefully, and finally made out the outline of a person vaguely.

The whole body of this "person" is as white as snow, and it easily blends in with the surroundings. If "he" hadn't held a piece of black cloth in his hand, Louise probably wouldn't have noticed even after looking at it ten times.

Louise went back to her sleeping place, where she had a crude magnifying machine, so she could see the "person" more clearly.

After putting the negative on, Louise waited anxiously for a while. After the exposure was over, she carefully developed the photo and looked at it under the light.

"He" is like a ghost on the snow field, the middle finger and index finger printed on the black cloth are like ice sculptures, and there seems to be a line of small characters written in the gap between the two fingers.

Louise quickly found her magnifying glass—Clark and Jimmy had said that she had a lot of things, but they didn't expect it to come in handy on the first day.

"Call me at one o'clock in the morning..." After reading it, Louise broke out in a cold sweat. This inhuman thing made her go to "him"?

Louise slammed the photo over like a dreaded Pandora's box.

She walked back and forth in the small room, several times trying to contact the team leader or tell someone else, but was somehow stopped by herself.

Eventually, she put a taser in her backpack, hooked up her camera, and tiptoed out the door.

There is no night in Antarctica at this time, and the McMurdo station staff, who have adapted to the 24-hour day, perform their duties, busy with moving new supplies or arranging new members.Louise took out the photo, compared it with the surrounding buildings, and came to a place near the periphery.

There is a large open space here, and there are a few footprints scattered on the snow, but none of them stayed here.She stood blankly for a while, and suddenly felt a cold hand on her shoulder.

"Louise." It was a very ethereal female voice.

Louise was so frightened that she almost screamed. She clutched her beating heart and took a step back: "Who are you? Where are you?"

"You can call me 'White Miko'. I can't show up, they'll drive me away." She was referring, of course, to the people at McMurdo's station.

Hearing that her tone was not malicious, Louise temporarily put her mind at ease, and at the same time was excited about her contact with a mysterious creature: "Are you a human, a ghost, or a magical creature?" She quickly asked: "And why do you want to see me?" I?"

"I am the Miko of White," she said, sighing like a god. "I want to warn you to leave this glacier—it is coming."

Louise thought she was hearing some horror story: "Who's coming? Are we leaving because of it? Will it kill us?"

"It will devour all creatures it encounters." The words spoken by the White Priestess were like the end of the world, "It's called Igils, and it's called Lulim Shakoros."

Louise was almost confused by the White Witch's words: "Igils? Lulim Shakoros? Is this the name, or—"

"Miss Lane!" Someone called her from a distance. Obviously, she had stood here for too long, which aroused suspicion.

"Go away, even if it doesn't come, the sleeper in the mountains will bring you death." These are the last words of the white priestess, she is like the spring wind that the polar region can never have Louise, disappeared together with the ethereal voice.