[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

Bruce stared at the test results on the screen solemnly.

Data analysis shows that Superman's pheromone level has far exceeded that of a normal Alpha. If he was a human from Earth, he should have lost his mind by this time.

But damn it.

He's not quite in the heat yet.

The stronger the Alpha's pheromone level, the deeper the control over the Omega, and vice versa.

Bruce sympathized with Superman's future Omega at this moment.

Will be made to die on the bed, for sure.

"The best way now is to prepare an inhibitor suitable for your physique as soon as possible, otherwise, even if there is no powder kryptonite, the pheromones in your body may lose control at any time." One day after the incident, he told Superman in the communicator, "Just right Well, the Wayne Group has just acquired A&O Company, before the production of the inhibitor is completed, you'd better stay in the watchtower and don't appear in front of the public."

Forced to be grounded, Superman was obviously not happy: "How long will it take to finish?"

"About three days," Bruce replied, "this is just a temporary emergency solution. If possible, I still hope you can find an Omega, do you want me to help you retrieve the data from the matching center?"

But Superman has always been very disgusted with this: "I hate this way of genetically determining love, B."

Bruce: "It's just a means to a problem."

After a few short breaths, Alpha's slightly hoarse inquiry came from the communicator: "B, has your pheromone been registered at the matching center?"

Bruce understood what Superman meant by asking that.

But he didn't want to delve into it.

"No." He said in Batman's low voice, "Carl, I think we're talking about you now."

He lied to Superman.

In fact, Alfred did register relevant information with his acquiescence, but the access authority is very high.

At the same time, Bruce also secretly modified the background program, and the system would only send out a reminder when the matching value between that Alpha and himself reached more than 95%.Normally speaking, it is very rare for the fit to reach more than 80%, and the probability of reaching more than 95% is almost equal to zero.

"I'm just asking."

Superman's voice trailed off slightly.

Bruce was silent for a while, and said: "Carl, we are comrades-in-arms, you don't have to keep feeling sorry for what happened that day, that's not love."

This is the first time they have spoken out.

Clark leaned dejectedly against the wall of the watchtower's lounge, wiped his face, and smiled wryly.

Sure enough, Batman knows it all, doesn't he?

"I'll think about it." In the end, that was all he could say.

Communications were cut off.

Bruce didn't know if Superman wanted to understand, but he had already expressed his attitude very clearly just now.

In any case, a relationship with Batman is not a good choice.

Superman deserves better, he thought.

He straightened up from his seat, walked to the cabinet where the medicine was stored, took out a needle tube containing light blue medicine, and skillfully pushed it into his blood vessel.

From the day he became Batman, Bruce vowed to renounce all the weaknesses and privileges that being an Omega brought him.

Because Batman has no weaknesses.

But Bruce Wayne has.

The reflection of the glass reflected the appearance of the man at this moment.

Wet black hair stuck to his forehead, long-term nocturnal and overwork caused his complexion to be pale, his eyes were black and blue, and he really looked like a vampire.

Bruce Wayne, stripped of all pretense, is still handsome.

It's just that the body is bruised and the eyes are no longer young.

After so many years, Gotham has already assimilated him into a monster.

Bruce looked at his poor state, with a self-deprecating arc on the corner of his mouth.

Inhibitors kicked in quickly.

The glands that were swollen and aching under the influence of Superman's pheromone gradually subsided, and he let out a breath slowly, and sat back in front of the screen in the Batcave.

During this period of time, Bruce watched and studied the wormhole video hundreds of times.

Battleships swimming in the silent space like giant kun, hundreds of millions of alien troops, and mysterious forces hidden in the dark that humans have never touched, each of them is enough to make his spirit extremely tense, such as Facing the enemy.

In addition, after returning from New York, Tony Stark sent him several messages, all for the information in Batman's hands.

Even though Bruce tells him that Batman doesn't have a camera or something on the machine, it's clear that the mustachioed millionaire doesn't believe it.

That's Batman!

Since Bruce couldn't go this way, Tony Stark changed his approach.

—he blatantly hacked into the Batcave's computers.

Based on the principle of reciprocity, Batman unceremoniously returned the other party with a gift package of worm/worm virus.

"Lucius asked me to remind you, Master Bruce, your body is gradually becoming resistant to inhibitors," Alfred walked to the pensive Bruce with the juice, "Just like you and Mr. Superman said, Inhibitors are not a long-term solution."

"I know, but if Batman goes crazy, it's better than Superman going crazy." Bruce said with a straight face, "And I've already registered with the matching center, and I haven't been notified that I have a suitable match. It's not my problem." But it is.

Alfred was silent.

indeed.

Three years have passed since Bruce Wayne's information was included in the database.

"Fate always meets you unexpectedly," he comforted. "Be patient, Master Bruce. Maybe fate will surprise you."

"Come on, Alfred, fate has never favored me." Bruce wrote lightly.

He was answered by a sigh from the old housekeeper.

After the riots in Metropolis, Superman disappeared for a few days.

And when he appeared in front of the public again, the pheromone level had stabilized within a safe range, but in order to appease the public, Clark still went to the Planet Daily to express his response to the government's request——

"Krypton's technology is enough for me to solve these problems," he floated on the roof of the Daily Planet, and said to Louise Lane, who was holding a microphone, with a smile according to the script prepared by Bruce, "please don't worry, I promise not Something like this happened again."

His confident speech was enough to infect everyone present, even the audience sitting in front of the camera.

But only Clark himself knew that he was at a loss.

For his physique, the inhibitor provided by Batman is already an enhanced version, but Clark can still clearly feel that the time it takes to work in his body is constantly shortening - the speed even greatly exceeds B's expectation.

He didn't tell Batman about his condition, but Clark knew in his heart that by then, without Omega's help, he would fall into the same aggressive, irritable, and depressed state as those sad Alphas in the news reports.

A superman who lost his mind...

With the lessons learned from Doomsday, Clark didn't need to think about how terrifying it would be.

After getting off work on Friday, Clark, who had been struggling for a week, finally came to the matching center building in New York.

The little reporter hugged his briefcase nervously, looked up at the high-rise buildings across the street, hesitating for a long time, and finally stepped into the gate.

There was a busy scene in the hall, mixed with various flavors of pheromones, Clark, who had an exceptionally keen sense of smell, frowned and held his breath calmly.

He followed the instructions and queued up to the identity registration window.

"Hello……"

"Please register your identity information here, and then go to the next room for pheromone sampling." The staff member sitting at the window said without looking up.

Clark quickly filled out the form.

Because the salary of the young reporter is really pitiful, he did not hesitate to choose "No" when filling in the item "whether you choose to pay $100 and not publish the matching result".

In the United States, the right to privacy of information only belongs to the rich and powerful. The matching center has such a long list every day. Who cares about a little reporter in the Planet Daily that no one pays attention to?

But before leaving, he still asked worriedly: "You don't want to draw blood, do you?"

"No, it's just smell sampling. We protect the privacy of citizens." The staff looked at him blankly. "Any questions? Next."

Clark: "...No, thank you."

His bad impression of the matchmaking center was further improved.

Entering the room, the air in the airtight environment is even more polluted, and there are various handsome and beautiful Alpha and Omega promotional portraits printed on the wall. Clark sat on the seat staring at their bright smiling faces for a while, and then pressed the " Press the "Start Detection" button, and wait for the air collector to automatically collect the pheromones volatilized in the air for matching.

The buzzing sound of the machine sounded.

Clark took out the communicator, suddenly wanting to call Batman.

But B said, if there is nothing urgent, don't contact him casually.

The little reporter hesitated for a few minutes, but silently put the communicator back into his arms.

"Pheromone matching is hailed as the greatest invention of the new century. In the United States alone, nearly [-] million people have benefited, quickly and efficiently found their destined other half, and started a romantic journey of love..."

The impassioned promotional video of the Matching Center was broadcast from outside the room.

Clark thought hopelessly that he must not be included among the [-] million people.

He has someone he likes, although that person rejected him not long ago.

"drop"

A soft sound means the collection is over.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

He picked up his briefcase, pushed open the door of the collection room, and quickly left the matching center.

A week later, at a charity dinner hosted by the Wayne Group.

Clark, who was ordered to interview the richest man in Gotham, took advantage of his size and managed to squeeze out of the crowd: "Hello, Mr. Wayne, I am..."

"Daily Planet, Clark Kent."

Bruce stared at his badge, raising an eyebrow.

He looked at the embarrassed little reporter in front of him with some amusement.

Ill-fitting suits, old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, this outfit is really chic at this banquet where fashionable celebrities gather.

That's why he noticed a male Alpha.

"I saw your interview with Superman," he said.

Clark doesn't like flirtatious rich guys like Bruce Wayne very much.

But he has to admit that when a man looks at you intently with those blue eyes that are as beautiful and passionate as the waves of Hawaiian waves, that feeling is indeed...

Very intoxicating.

He raised a friendly smile: "It's our honor, Mr. Wayne. But in terms of superheroes, Gotham has her own heroes, doesn't it?"

"Oh, you mean Batman?" Bruce said nonchalantly, "The atmosphere is so good tonight, why talk about a criminal?"

How dare he say that B is a criminal! ?

Clark tried to suppress the anger that was rising in his heart.

No one knows better than him how much Batman has paid for Gotham!

"In my opinion, Batman is a very great hero." He ignored the desperate winks from his colleagues, and said firmly, "He protected Gotham, didn't he?"

Hearing this, Bruce looked at him with unclear emotions.

The little reporter pursed his lips, and looked at him without hesitation.

The atmosphere became tense.

But soon, after a few seconds, a cynical smile appeared on Prince Gotham's handsome face again,

He raised the champagne and shrugged at Clark: "Well, it seems that we have disagreements. But to be honest, I don't like discussing this topic very much. I wish you a good time at the banquet."

After finishing speaking, Bruce ignored Clark and the others, and went to chat with other guests about this month's cover girl with a smile.

A naive Metropolitan reporter, he thought.

No one who has been in Gotham for a while would say such a thing.

Just then, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Bruce casually pulled it out and glanced at it.

But when he saw the contents of the email clearly, his eyes widened in shock——

He raised his head subconsciously.

Almost at the same time, Clark Kent not far away was also looking down at his mobile phone.

Alpha frowned slightly, with a trace of seriousness that had not faded from his angular face, and a little bit of bewilderment that was caught off guard.

Across the noisy crowd and the fleeting glimpses on the dance floor, the eyes of the two meet again in the air.

"Congratulations, Mr. Wayne/Kent: We are honored to inform you that the matching center has selected the most suitable Alpha/Omega for you, and your pheromone matching rate has reached an astonishing 98%, which is the highest in the United States. It is extremely rare in history..."

"—Obviously, he is your destined soul mate."