[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

The three of them found their seats in the bedroom and sat down.

"Oliver, tell me, where have you been all these years?"

Just as Oliver was about to speak, Tony Stark stared at him and said, "Don't deal with me the same way you deal with reporters and your mother, Oliver, Bruce and I have been looking for you for so long, the island near the sunken ship, We have searched all over the sea area, even ships that may have intersections with lifeboats! Now, tell me the truth—”

"What happened to you?"

As a top Alpha, Iron Man's pheromone level in the air rose sharply when Iron Man was agitated.

Oliver and Bruce frowned almost simultaneously.

But the reasons are different.

"...Sorry," Oliver finally chose to hide it. He crossed his hands and lowered his eyes and said, "Tony, you are right. I have indeed experienced many things in the past few years. But I can't tell you now, I Think it's for your own good."

Tony let out a "huh" in disbelief, and grabbed Bruce's shoulder beside him.

"Look, that's the result of being a savage on a desert island for a few years," he said with a curl of his lips. "Oliver, does he know what he's talking about? For my own good? I'm Iron Man—don't tell me you won't come back Watch the news!"

Bruce coughed, and calmly moved away from the bearded rich man who was exuding "I'm very upset" all over his body.

Tony Stark's pheromone is a warm champagne flavor, but for Bruce, who will change his drink to ginger ale every time he attends a banquet, alcohol, like Alpha's pheromone, keeps him away.

Let alone a combination of the two.

He thought that his actions were already concealed enough that no one would notice, but he didn't expect that after so many years away, Oliver not only improved his skills, but also sharpened his eyesight.

The Alpha on the opposite side noticed Bruce's small movements almost immediately, he raised his head and said to Tony: "Tony, we are all adults, restrain your pheromones, Bruce is an Omega."

"Very well, you started to teach me as soon as you came back." Tony complained.

But he still straightened up and put down his hand obediently: "But Oliver, don't forget, you are the one who violated the agreement. Don't think that you can escape responsibility with an unexpected excuse, you know what I'm talking about .”

Oliver pursed his lips tightly: "I know."

Tony was talking about the vows they made at the Waynes funeral.

He looked at Bruce, who was sitting directly across from him.

The once carefree black-haired little prince has grown up. He leans on the back of the sofa chair, crosses his legs in an unscrupulous way, revealing a slender ankle. His eyebrows and eyes are deeper and more charming than Oliver remembered. He has a pair of sea blue His eyes are almost dazzling and magical. When he smiles, it's like returning to the time when he was eight years old and hadn't lost his parents.

But Oliver will never forget the silent boy he saw at the funeral.

It was drizzling that day, and it seemed that even the sky of Gotham was crying for it. Wearing a black suit, Bruce stood quietly beside the coffin of Wayne and his wife, holding a black umbrella that was a bit big for an eight-year-old child. Listening to the priest's last prayer for the deceased parents, a pair of blue eyes stared ahead, with a hollow and dazed expression.

Because of his identity, Oliver has actually attended many funerals.

But never once did he feel so depressed.

He was clumsy and frivolous at the time, unable to empathize with the pain of others, and the only thing he could do was to walk up to Bruce and say to him, "Everything will be alright."

But after all these years, everything seems to remain the same.

Oliver searched all night last night for news about the United States today, including New York, Metropolis and Gotham, and found that the situation was a hundred times crazier than he imagined - aliens, superheroes, supervillains ,besides……

batman.

Apart from Tony, who has become Iron Man, Oliver is most concerned about this masked vigilante in Gotham, not only because this is the city where Bruce lives, but also because he has heard of this name in the League of Assassins.

More than once.

Seeing these two boys who seemed to be playing charades, Bruce raised his eyebrows: "What the hell are you talking about?"

He was a little upset, as if Tony and Oliver were hiding something important from him.Maybe Bruce Wayne can convince himself they're doing it for his own good, but Batman never takes chances.

"Wait, I will use Tony's computer to find out what you have been doing all these years." Bruce changed his relaxed posture and seemed to be glaring at Oliver angrily. "Welcome back to the information age, Oliver."

Oliver smiled.

He looked at Bruce helplessly, and felt like an older brother for the first time: "Bruce, I don't think the place where I stay has WiFi, and you think Tony's artificial intelligence can find out, he needs to personally check it out." Come to question me?"

Tony shook his fist at him: "Oliver, do you want to fight Iron Man?"

The three looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"Let's go," Tony stood up excitedly, "I'll be the host, call those handsome men and beauties, and have a party that will make the whole of America boil! People in the whole city are waiting for you, Oliver !"

Oliver also stood up: "Tony, you have a good idea. This is in Star City, not New York. My city, I have the final say."

Bruce, who was walking behind, grunted, and started flipping through his address book with discernment.

Oliver glanced at him calmly from the corner of his eye, pretending to walk to Tony's side casually, and whispered a sentence in his ear:

"Find some time, let's talk alone."

Tony continued to talk about his recent experience at the party without changing his expression, but Oliver knew he heard it.

Bruce followed them slowly down the stairs, putting a hand behind his ear.

He heard what Oliver said just now.

Tony has a human butler to help scan, so he rarely puts the bug on the other party.

But Oliver was different.

He's alert enough, but he's been cut off from the world for too long.

When it comes to high technology, Wayne Group has never lost to Stark.

That afternoon, just as Tony said, the entire Star City, no, the entire United States, was shocked by a piece of news.

Iron Man Tony Stark, Oliver Quinn who survived a near death, and Gotham Prince Bruce Wayne——

Two top Alphas and a cute Omega, the combined net worth of the three can almost buy billionaires all over the United States, and they are going to hold a pool party in Star City!

"Damn it, these three rich guys are actually friends? Or the ones they've known since childhood?" Perry yelled in the office with his eyes wide open. En's funeral!"

"Uh, maybe it's because it's been too long?" Clark pushed his glasses, trying to put the written manuscript on his desk without angering the chief editor, "Boss, what you want."

"Clark, what you said is no less than a slap in the face of all journalists." Perry said gloomily.

He looked at his watch, it was [-]:[-] in the afternoon, there were more than three hours before the party started, Star City was not far from Metropolis, much closer than Central City or even Gotham.

Looking at Perry's piercing gaze, Clark sighed, "Okay, I'll go there."

He answered reluctantly.

In the morning, Clark was still happy about the return of Batman. After hearing the news of Bruce in the afternoon, Clark suddenly felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

A pool party, Clark knew what it was like without even thinking about it.

Champagne beauties, luxury and money fans, coolly dressed Omega and Alphas and even Betas, the so-called high society...

Obviously Bruce was always one of the brightest, but Clark always felt he didn't belong in that kind of place.

Forget it, what do you worry about the life of a rich man, he thought to himself, changed his uniform silently, and prepared to be on duty at the watchtower all night.

He wouldn't go to any pool party, at most he would ask Bruce for two "hot" photos after it was over, which was the limit of a small-town boy.

But Clark didn't expect that Batman was there.

"I'm looking for some information," Batman said, "Carl, during this period of time, have you come into contact with anyone from the League of Assassins?"

Clark shook his head, he hadn't even heard the name before: "No, who are they?"

"A group of lunatics who ignore the law and use cruel methods." Batman said coldly, "It's better not to, otherwise you will be treated badly by them. Carl, I think our neighbor Star City will soon have its own masked Vigilante."

His topic jumped too fast, and Clark didn't react for a while. After a long time, he was surprised: "You mean another superhero? Who? Why haven't I heard his name in Star City?"

Batman glanced at him, and pressed a button with his pointy knuckles.

"Oliver Queen," he ordered, "pull him into the league, immediately, Superman."

Clark: "..."

Clark: "So I'm still going to that bloody pool party, right?"

"Also?" Batman narrowed his eyes sharply.

"I mean, I've never liked that kind of occasion," Clark argued. "Can't we change the time? Does it have to be tonight?"

"Yes," Batman shattered his fantasy bluntly, "Iron Man is reaching out to him, and our time is limited."

"I found out, you really don't like Stark." Clark whispered, "Could it be because geniuses repel each other?"

"What?"

"It's nothing, I mean, no problem." The chairman of the alliance puffed up his chest and showed a bright smile to his partner, "B, are you on duty tonight?"

"No, it's The Flash."

"Barry? Well, then I'll make a quick decision." Clark said solemnly, "By the way, if I persuade Quinn to join, is there any reward?"

He looked at Batman eagerly, with the cloak hanging obediently behind him, and in a daze, Bruce seemed to see a rabbit begging for a radish.

It's just the kind of giant Angora rabbit that can crush people to death.

"No," he said dryly, "but I'll read your exploits at the league meeting."

"Is that a public compliment?"

"Enough is enough, Boy Scout!" Batman finally couldn't take it anymore.

Clark laughed. He put the donuts he brought from Metropolis on the podium, pointed at Batman, and flew away without saying anything.

Batman slowly moved again long after he had left.

He opened the box, took out a chocolate-flavored donut, stared at it for a moment, thought it was Superman's meat, and took a hard bite.