[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

Bruce kept a straight face until the banquet started.

The mature and handsome Wayne heir was wearing a well-tailored black suit, leaning on the inflatable sofa by the pool, carelessly swaying the red wine in the glass with one hand, and embracing a smiling Beta female model with the other, his gaze Let go, staring lazily at the sparkling water in front of you.

There is deafening party music and the sound of people laughing and clamoring on the dance floor.

"Honey, you've been staring at Diana in a daze for a long time," the female model leaned over, exposing her snow-white chest to Bruce, breathing gently and seductively, "Say it, maybe I can solve your problems for you?"

Bruce snapped back to his senses.

Not only because he heard the same name as Wonder Woman, but also because he is extremely wary of anyone near his neck—that's where the Omega glands are located.

Ordinary inhibitors will fail when the distance is too close, and the private order produced by Wayne Group is so effective that Superman has not discovered Batman's true gender until now.

But that doesn't mean he can sit back and relax.

Bruce opened his mouth, and was about to send her away with some empty topics about his brother's sorrow, when the rich man with a mustache not far away unceremoniously pushed away the people around him, walked over with big strides, and sat down on his butt In the position beside him.

It almost squeezed the female model sitting on the handrail into the swimming pool.

"Go play with the other beauties, Luna," Tony told her curtly, "I've got Bruce."

"...Damn it, my name is Anna!"

The female model glared at him angrily, and walked away proudly on her ten-centimeter high heels.

"Well, I can't remember anyway." Tony shrugged.

He looked away, poured himself a glass of wine casually, then raised his neck and drank it down.

"What's going on, Tony?" Bruce asked feigning curiosity, "You've had a lot to drink tonight, do you need a hangover?"

"No." Tony spat out a word.

His cheeks were already stained with drunkenness, the water in the swimming pool and the colorful lights of the party were reflected in those amber eyes, but it was like a raging flame ignited on the wasteland, almost shattering the steel. The heart to do it is also burned.

"Bruce," he suddenly threw the wine glass into the swimming pool. This action ushered in a small exclamation, and then he picked up the wine bottle with one hand and took a big gulp. It was not until Bruce frowned that he temporarily stopped using himself. The act of being intoxicated by alcohol.

Tony Stark lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Sometimes I think, life is really a fucking thing."

"I couldn't agree more," Bruce said. "But what made our billionaire feel so emotional? I thought you and Oliver had been driving a sports car for an afternoon."

Bruce knew, he was asking knowingly.

During the few hours in the watchtower, he heard all the conversations between Oliver and Tony clearly.

In his narration, he has been imprisoned, tortured, trained, and trained as a killer for the past few years, working for the gangsters and the Assassin Alliance, and going to complete tasks around the world.But in one operation, he discovered that the League of Assassins and the Hydra were on the line. The combination of the Hydra's genetic technology and the holy land of resurrection, Lazarus Pond, will create a monster that is more terrifying than the Doomsday that almost killed Superman. .

Oliver actually spoke very briefly. He changed from his eloquent, conceited and frivolous manner in the past, and he only understated what happened to him, focusing more on the ambitions and plans of the Assassin League. .

however.

How could Iron Man and Batman not know what kind of unforgettable pain and suffering a person has to go through in order to grow into a true hero.

"If I could have been more detailed and expanded the scope of search and rescue to the whole world, or went there in person, then...this kind of thing would not have happened." Tony didn't answer him, but murmured hoarsely to himself, "But what was I doing back then? Drinking, picking up girls, degrading myself, Bruce, those media are absolutely right, I'm a complete jerk."

"Because you lost your parents at that time too, Tony." Bruce patted him on the shoulder, "You, like Ollie, suffered through the darkest hours of your life. No one owes anyone else, and you're not alone You don’t have to blame yourself for it.” Batman is very bad at comforting people, his tone is as flat as a hard brick.

But his movements of patting people were clumsy and slow.

At this, Tony just shook his head.

"I know that," he said, "and it's my duty. Anyway, anyway..."

He suddenly looked up at Bruce.

The rich man with a mustache stared at those still clear blue eyes, and said almost with a sigh: "Fortunately, Bruce, fortunately."

You don't have to go through this.

The tragedy that happened at the age of eight seemed to have only briefly affected him for a few years. After Bruce's adolescence ended, Tony never saw him in front of him with the dark and paranoid expression he once showed at the Waynes funeral.

He was very happy that Bruce could get out of that shadow and be the carefree Master Wayne he used to be.

Maybe he'll find love someday, get married and have a family, maybe never, but whatever, Tony thought.

Even if the Wayne Group goes bankrupt in the next second, I can still let Bruce continue to live such a rich and luxurious life until he dies of old age.

Bruce looked at him and smiled slowly.

The arc of the corner of the mouth is just right, almost as standard as measured with a ruler.

"Tony, you're really drunk," he said softly.

"Uh, maybe I did drink a little too much," Tony rubbed his swollen temples and moaned, "But while the wine is strong, I must tell you in advance: if Oliver goes astray , I’ll wake him up with the Mark Armor, and then don’t stop me.”

Bruce raised the corner of his lips: "Don't worry, absolutely not, we think the same."

Tony managed to recover a bit of energy, hearing this, he was almost choked to death by himself.

"Come on Bruce, I still have an armor! You haven't seen the scars and muscles on Oliver's body. He has been a savage on a desert island for so many years. You don't really think that the muscles trained in the gym can match How about a man fighting a bear? Not to mention..."

You are still an Omega.

But Tony knew that Bruce hated such words, so he swallowed the second half silently.

"There will be no bears on a desert island." Bruce dragged his voice and said lazily, "And I haven't tried it, how do I know?"

As he spoke, he hooked his fingers at Oliver who was looking towards them not far away, with the corners of his mouth raised high, his expression looked exactly the same as that kind of overconfident brat in the bar.

Oliver walked over with a smile: "I seem to hear you guys saying my name, do you suggest me to join?"

"Go ahead," Bruce replied.

By the way, I moved my butt to make room for him.

The inflatable sofa made an overwhelmed sound under the pressure of three men who weighed almost [-] pounds.

The focus of the three parties came together, instantly attracting everyone's attention.Tony never cared about other people's stares, but this time he smacked his mouth uncomfortably: "Damn it, do we have to discuss things like this? I feel like I'm—"

"One of Bruce Wayne's harem, I know."

There was a bright and teasing smile on Bruce's face. He opened his arms and embraced the shoulders of the two billionaires from left to right. His posture was intimate, and he didn't care about the flashing lights in the distance and the sudden magnification of noise on the dance floor. Voice.

"But I never take an Alpha male companion, it's a pity." He winked at the stiff Tony and joked.

Oliver slowly relaxed after a brief moment of muscle tension. Hearing this, he sighed deeply.

Tony hiccupped drunkenly, and began to look left and right to find someone: "Where is that female model named Lana now? There is a hungry Wayne who urgently needs your comfort!"

"It's Anna!"

Bruce laughed, and kicked the mustache rich man into the swimming pool while he was not paying attention.

"Wake up, Tony!"

What followed was an astonishing splash of water and a series of cursing sounds, and the atmosphere of the party was heated up again. Seeing the black-haired Omega's smile without haze on his face, Oliver's frowning brows gradually relaxed.

Just like Bruce, when meeting his long-lost brother, Oliver of course also noticed the incongruity in Bruce.He immediately thought of Hydra's substitute plan-they would replace the world's celebrities, politicians, and other influential and important figures with internally cultivated dead soldiers and clones without anyone noticing. In order to slowly infiltrate the upper echelons of the country and realize their ambitions.

And Bruce Wayne's damn perfect fits their standards.

But at the end of the day, Bruce showed no mistakes, and Tony also swore that such absurd things would never happen, which made Oliver reluctantly relieved.

But his intuition told him that something was wrong.

Perhaps it was his experience in the League of Assassins that gave him an extremely keen sense of perception. Oliver could always smell a very light smell from Bruce, which was a little damp, reminiscent of a gloomy weather with drizzle.

...Could it be that the dryer in Wayne Manor is broken?

Oliver decided to try one last time.

"Bruce," he asked, considering his vocabulary, "Have you dated anyone in the past few years?"

Bruce Three-year-old, who was busy interacting with Tony with a water pistol, rolled his eyelids: "There are too many, I can't remember."

"I mean the kind that lasts more than half a year."

"No." Bruce replied bluntly.

"No?" Oliver didn't give up, and asked tactfully again, "But I heard from Tony that you funded the Justice League and are the exclusive patron of Batman, so you and him..."

"You think I adopted Batman?" Bruce glared at him. "Hollyshit, why don't you think I adopted Superman?"

Oliver's expression froze instantly: "...do you have any?"

"of course not!"

Oliver looked relieved.

But looking at Tony, who was so drunk in the swimming pool that he started to learn how to swim with ducks and drank a few gulps of the bleach-rich pool water, he suddenly felt that he should reconsider his decision to join the Avengers.

It's so stupid, I really didn't see it.

He coughed, turned his head and asked, "Bruce, in your opinion, what kind of person is Superman... the chairman of the Justice League?"

Bruce was refreshed, and it was time to dig the wall!

"I don't have much contact with him, but I can assure you that he is a good man," he straightened up calmly, and solemnly recited the lines he had prepared, which he searched in advance from the Chaoying fan forum. Come on, "Superb body, great strength, and most importantly, a good heart. You won't find a guy like Superman on the whole planet. He is a unique, natural leader, a veritable son of the sun. .”

Oliver: "It sounds like you think highly of him."

"I'm just telling the truth," Bruce continued immediately.After a while, he added in a pretentious manner: "Of course, it's also because he once saved my life."

Oliver frowned and stared at him for a while.

Bruce tries to put on a sincere face.

In the end, I heard the Alpha in front of me tease: "If I didn't know that you don't like male Alphas, Bruce, I would really suspect that you have 'that' relationship with Superman."

Bruce: "..."

In the peripheral banquet separated by a wall.

"Clark?"

Louise looked strangely at the motionless small-town boy next to him with a dessert plate, and couldn't help but reach out and shake it vigorously in front of him.

"Why is your face so red?"