[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

Of course, Bruce wouldn't just ask Dana to fire up his "scandal" with Batman just because of a moment of pique.

He has been paying attention to the movement of Hydra before performing the mission. Their research progress is slightly faster than Bruce imagined, but he is sure that the Red Skull should be more panicked than them after Zhenglian and the Avengers cooperate-because The number of origin stones as space-time coordinates is limited, which means that they must snatch resources from superheroes.

Batman, of course, bears the brunt of it.

Compared with the unknown risks, Bruce is more willing to let those conspiracies and tricks be directly exposed to himself. Dealing with Batman, anyone who is not a fool knows how difficult it is, but Bruce Wayne?

All the villains in Gotham would give a contemptuous smile: just a rich rich man at best.

Maybe add a little bit of luck too, after all, Wayne has survived various robberies and terror/attacks every time, although most people think it is due to his being a Zhenglian investment As a human being, the heroes had to pinch their noses to save his life.

But when Wayne and Batman really get involved, it's more than that simple.

That's why, when Perry sent a copy of "Wayne boldly confesses to Batman!"When the Gotham Morning Post of Zhenglian Consultant Suspected of Unspoken Rules was photographed on his desk, Clark would show such a nearly dull expression.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be angry that it would be better for his boyfriend to get together with his ex-crush after more than a month of separation, or whether he should admire these Gotham media who are more courageous than the sky, and dared to be in Batman's nose. Write his gossip below.

"I'll give you a leave of absence," Perry stared at the two-point drop in newspaper sales on Clark's screen this morning, his eyes were so red that not only did Superman suspect that he also had the ability to heat sight, "go to Gotham, give me Dig that rich guy to the bottom! I can't believe that without Batman's acquiescence, Wayne can be so bold!"

This is what Clark thinks too, although he understands that the real Bruce is completely different from the ignorant playboy in the Gotham media, but compared to his partner who always keeps silent, Bruce is as cheerful as a seven-year-old. The sun at noon.

Something must have happened that he didn't know about. He suppressed the anxiety in his heart, quickly glanced at Ren's cell phone, which had not moved until now, and nodded towards Perry.

"Okay old editor," he said, "will I go alone?"

"Louis also said that she wanted to be with you, but you also know that Omega's nesting period." Perry shrugged and looked out of the window with a sigh, "Spring is here."

In spring, everything is revived, and it is also the best time for animals to reproduce and mate.Although humans have been at the top of the earth's food chain for tens of thousands of years, some things will not change over time.

"Damn Clark Kent," Bruce said with a gloomy face on the bed, surrounded by countless crumpled clothes. These were changed when Clark came to Wayne Manor before, but the remaining Alpha on them after washing and drying There is not much pheromone left, and it is impossible to relieve the burning desire in the man's heart.

"Damn Superman!" He cursed loudly, and then quickly took a black vest that Alfred handed over wordlessly, buried his face in it, and took a deep breath on it.

He secretly dug it out from the Daily Planet building two days ago. People in the office usually bring an extra piece of clothing to keep warm in the air-conditioned room. Of course, Superman doesn’t have this kind of trouble, but in order to follow the crowd, he still takes it with him. I bought a piece of clothing that I usually wear at home and put it in the dressing room.

The smell of wheat and sunshine, radiating from the pheromone fabric, seems to be a hot current under the skin, which is different from the irrational impulse of the hot tide period, this feeling is more slow and long, like the mist in the morning , Drenched every pore of his body.

——No way, as a marked Omega, Bruce can only calm down the anxiety in his heart when he smells Clark, and that's why he huddles like a hamster in the bed full of clothes.

The man felt ashamed of his voyeuristic behavior, but he had to force himself to tell himself calmly that this was just an Omega's normal nesting reaction, as long as he endured this period of time, he would be fine...

"I still insist that you should let Master Kent come to the manor to accompany you," Alfred stood aside and said lightly, "not for some boring competition, just relying on these fabrics made of acrylic, polyester and cotton things to talk about for comfort.”

The bed piled up like a hill was quiet for a moment, and then a messy head popped out.

"I'm working on a plan," Bruce said. "He's just distracting me. And I'm not going to take on Superman, I just can't find time to work things out with him."

But to Bruce's annoyance, after listening to his explanation, Alfred smiled mildly and looked at him almost as if he was looking at someone holding his cheek and shouting "I didn't steal the candy" the imp.

"Master Damian is leaving school," he said politely, "so enjoy your 'alone' time, and don't forget you have a charity party tonight."

Bruce's response was a pillow slamming on the bedroom door.

That night, he still arrived at the venue on time.

Bruce had never hated his outstanding eyesight so much. The moment he got off the car, he saw the little reporter in a baggy suit squeezed into the crowd on both sides of the red carpet.

Bruce didn't bring a girlfriend this time because he had important things to do tonight, but the way Clark was looking at him made him feel like some kind of jerk who fucked up other people's stomachs and then quit. —Go to hell, he thought, after all Super is the irritating bastard!

Bruce didn't even give him half a look, and just walked into the venue with his head held high, and he just smiled lightly when the reporters asked crazy questions about Batman, and walked from the front of the suit amidst the exclamation of everyone. He took out two rings from his pocket and swayed them downward.

After a moment of silence, the scene boiled.

The implication of Wayne's actions is self-evident. All the media frantically called the headquarters to report the news. No one noticed Clark's face gradually turning pale.The little reporter looked as if his soul had been taken out of him, and he stood there dumbfounded with a camera, not even realizing that Bruce had already entered.

Is he really...Has he unilaterally broken up with himself?

Clark racked his brains to think about it, and suddenly realized sadly that they didn't seem to be really together at all, even if they hugged and kissed and marked and even went further.

But Bruce never said that to him, not once.

Is it because I was acting affectionate from the beginning to the end? The man lowered his head and pulled the corner of his mouth weakly.

Clark felt that he was really ridiculous, but he was also to blame. He clearly knew that Bruce could not stop for a mediocre little reporter, but because of some kind of sense of responsibility that seemed ridiculous to the parties involved, he began to do so without hesitation. In the end, it can only be self-deception.

Perry assigned him a task, but Clark was not in the mood to complete it now. Besides, it was a bit too much to report on the scandal between his ex and his former crush right after he broke up with him.He wandered round and round in the fountain square outside the venue, letting the splashed water wet his clothes and hair.

It wasn't until the brilliant symphony came from the building that Clark came back to his senses.

But no matter what, he clenched his fists and thought, he still needs to ask Bruce face to face.

He turned around and wanted to walk towards the venue, but before he could leave the fountain, he heard the sound of glass shattering coming from the front, accompanied by the guests' screams, cries and scalp-numbing gunshots —No, Bruce!

Clark's eyes were tearing apart, he tore open his clothes instantly, dropped the camera worth half a year's salary in his hand, and was about to rush into the building.

"Stay where you are." Batman's voice suddenly came from the communicator he was carrying. Clark was taken aback for a moment, then frowned, "B, are you nearby?"

He looked around, but he didn't find any figure similar to his partner among the fleeing crowd.

"They're coming after me," Batman said simply. "I have a plan, Superman, stay out of it."

"but……"

"No but." Batman's voice suddenly turned cold, "Get out of here immediately, immediately!"

"Okay," Clark said helplessly, "but please help me protect—" In the middle of the sentence, the image of Bruce holding the two rings and showing off to the reporters appeared in his mind again. , Alpha only felt the pain in his heart like being cut by a knife, but he still managed to finish the sentence, "Help me protect Bruce, you know, he likes you."

"It's none of my business who Wayne likes," Batman says, with some gasps that sound like he's in motion for some reason, "and, that's part of the plan, too."

In the dark night, Clark's eyes lit up instantly.

"You mean, he doesn't actually like you, but he behaved like that because of your plan?" The little reporter spoke quickly, with a bit of complaint, "Oh, B, you Why didn't you tell me? I thought you were really..."

"What is it really?" Bruce was tied into a ball and stuffed into a sack, waiting peacefully for himself to be stuffed into the car parked at the back door of the venue by the people sent by Hydra. He was very satisfied that Superman didn't come to disrupt the situation today, So I don't mind talking to Clark for a while.

"We are closer than you think." He deliberately teased each other.

Clark: "...what?"

In a short period of time, the ups and downs, great joy and great sorrow, the little reporter's head has completely become a paste.

Therefore, when Iron Man fell from the sky and stepped on the cockpit of the Hydra car into a discus, neither Superman nor Batman had time to react.

The sack was torn apart violently, Bruce stared at the mess in front of him, and exhausted all his self-control not to curse that "F**k".

"You're welcome." Tony's tuned electronic voice came from behind the metal mask. He seemed to be still angry with Bruce, and he didn't even want to show his face to him, but he still arrogantly pointed at the black hair tied into a hemp ball. Omega stretched out his hand: "Need help? You're welcome."

Bruce untied the rope with a dark face.

"My plan is completely ruined!" After a thousand calculations, he stopped Superman outside, but forgot that there was a nosy Tony Stark, "Why do you think I have to reduce the security measures layer by layer? ? Gotham is mine, Stark!"

"Okay," Tony immediately withdrew his hand. He is not a good-tempered person, and he is still angry with Bruce. He pointed to Bruce's nose and said angrily, "Stark, huh? Bruce, don't Talk to me like an old bat, I'm bigger than you!"

"Even if you were my own brother, I would still tell you the truth, let alone you are not." Bruce interrupted him unceremoniously, "Forget it, Tony, we both know the bottom line, so we don't want to do this. You are good Stay in your New York and forget about Gotham and the Justice League-"

"Oh, is that so?" Tony turned sharply and looked at the Zhenglian chairman who changed clothes and flew over at some point, "Do you think so too, Superman?"

The Kryptonian, who was being targeted by the two billionaires at the same time, froze his smile, and for the first time when he was Superman, he showed a subtle expression belonging to a small reporter: "Uh, I think... I still respect Batman's will. "

Tony snorted heavily: "Batman!"

With his left eye, he projected various reports on Wayne and Batman in the past two days in the air, and asked back with folded arms: "Okay, where is Batman now? I only saw one packed into a sack Bruce Wayne."

Clark: "B contacted me. He was here just now. This should be part of his plan."

"Let a 'weak' Omega take the risk for him?" Tony raised his voice, and Bruce knew he meant it to himself, "What a brave plan."

Bruce glanced at him coldly, and said to the obviously hesitant Superhuman: "I am voluntary. This question will end here first, and you two should go back."

Just as they were talking for a while, the bold Gotham media had recovered and began to gradually approach here.Tony snorted, nodded his chest, put away the armor, and then, regardless of Bruce's reluctance, stretched out his arms and wrapped them around his neck.

"Stay away from me." Bruce said through gritted teeth.

The Alpha pheromone on the rich man with a mustache is the spark that can detonate a barrel for him now. In order to lower the vigilance of Hydra, he did not inject inhibitors before he came out today, and only brought a piece of Clark's clothes in his pocket. Fragments—but its smell has long been overshadowed by the smoke surrounding the scene.

"Don't be so nervous, honey." Tony didn't notice Bruce's strangeness, he patted the black-haired Omega's shoulder pretendingly, and then forced him into the car in front of all the cameras— — or Bruce's own car.

Then, he rolled down the car window and said loudly to the reporters: "Okay, friends, since the person who appeared here is me instead of Batman, I think you should understand what this means, right? To all reporters The media and the villains, the only thing Bruce Wayne can have anything to do with Zhenglian is his money, if you want this stuff, welcome to come to New York and talk to me!"

A reporter desperately squeezed forward and pointed the microphone at his mouth: "Mr. Stark, you rarely come to Gotham. I want to know if you came this time because of Batman's request or purely because you are worried about Wayne. Sir? Are you in 'that' relationship?"

Tony blinked at him ambiguously: "I'm an Alpha, Bruce is an Omega, I knew you would doubt this, but obviously, I already have my own heart-why don't you ask Superman?"

Clarke's eyes widened in disbelief, but Tony just grinned at him in a very unscrupulous manner, and then stepped on the gas pedal while the reporters swarmed towards him.

"You're causing me trouble again." Bruce sat in the co-pilot's seat and said in a cold tone, "The emotional changes of Superman kissed by Iron Man are a hundred times more eye-catching than Wayne's bold love show. Zhenglian’s public relations expenses this quarter will exceed the standard again.”

Tony puts his hands on the steering wheel, he's still not used to talking to Bruce this way, but he's trying to get used to it: "Do you have to be such an asshole, Bruce? I care about you!"

"No need." Bruce said a little irritably, "Tony, you also said before that I was engaged in this earlier than you, and you also admitted that I have more experience than you. But why do you know that Batman is Bruce Wayne?" When I'm here, you have to dictate my life?"

With a screech of brakes, Tony pulled the car over to the side of the road.

In the dim light, he turned his head, stared fixedly at Bruce's indifferent eyes, suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Okay, then I'll tell you now. I came here today because my brain was pumped, and I was afraid of someone A jerk accidentally kills himself, the fucking thought of someone starting flying around Gotham high-rises in the dark with a bunch of Arkham lunatics while I was drinking and picking up girls With death, I don’t know when I broke a few bones and hit a few steel nails, and I was so frightened that I couldn’t even sleep!”

"Are you satisfied!"

He slapped the steering wheel, and the sudden sound of the horn startled the passing drivers.

Bruce looked at him fixedly, the tense brows gradually eased.

He opened his mouth: "Tony, I..."

"That's enough, don't talk." Tony took a deep breath and lay down on the steering wheel.

He buried his head deeply in the crook of his arm, and after 2 minutes, he raised his head as if to take a breath, and stared at the tail lights of the car in the distance with his amber eyes: "Bruce, what do you say?" That's right, although you are the youngest, you are indeed the most mature of the three of us."

He wanted to say something else, but suddenly frowned, sniffed the air vigorously, and asked suspiciously, "What perfume did you put in the car?"

"Perfume? I never wear perfume," Bruce replied.

The two looked at each other, and two seconds later, they saw a look of horror in each other's eyes.

"Jesus Christ!" Tony jumped out of the driver's seat as if his ass was on fire, and then slammed the car door, "You, you, you went out without taking inhibitors? Superman doesn't even know?"

Bruce gripped the handle on the roof of the car, feeling the change in his body that was getting out of control.This is not a boom period, but Tony is an Alpha, and the space in the car is a closed and narrow environment... Maybe it will turn into the kind of result that they don't want to see.

"I'll call Clark over." Bruce gritted his teeth and insisted for a long time, and finally compromised, "Go back by yourself."

Tony muttered something, which seemed to be some kind of uncivilized curse, but he also knew that only Superman could help Bruce in this situation, and he left neatly after saying "I'll wait for you at Wayne Manor".

Bruce leaned back in his chair, watching the scene of the steel armor flying across the night sky like a shooting star, smiled self-deprecatingly, and pressed Batman's emergency one-way contact button.He reclined the seat a little so that his breathing was less rapid.The wait wasn't long. After just half a minute, Clark, who received the message, appeared outside the car door——

"B! I got the message. Are you okay...?"

Superman's anxious voice gradually faded away. He stared dumbfounded at the black-haired Omega who was unabashedly comforting him in the car. His throat seemed to be stuck with super glue, and he couldn't make any sound at all.It wasn't until the sound of "Gudong", which was as loud as a bell exploding in his ear, that it took a long time for Clark to realize in a trance, oh, it turned out to be the sound of himself swallowing saliva.

"Mr. Superman, here you come."

The black-haired Omega was lying lazily on the co-pilot. He rolled down the car window, pulled his hand out of his clothes, and indifferently grabbed the petrified Son of the Sun's wrist—a broad hand He is strong, powerful, and well-defined, with a supreme power that makes the world tremble. He can easily lift a falling plane and carry a sinking ship.

But at this moment, it trembled uncontrollably, like a fallen leaf, being drawn and pressed against those two soft and moist lips.In just a dozen seconds of the world, Clark felt like a century had passed. Alpha's eyes were staring straight, and his heartbeat, which was always steady even in battle, went straight to [-] in no time.

He said to himself with the remaining self-control, it shouldn't be like this, let alone why Batman's distress signal marked Bruce's location, the current situation alone is definitely not a good time to confess.

But when Clark heard the casual question of the black-haired Omega, he threw all his concerns into the sky:

"Little reporter, are you satisfied with this reunion gift?"

Superman closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously.

Then, the strongest Alpha on Earth opened the car door and hugged this heart-thumping gift tightly into his arms.

The author has something to say: I bought durian and wrote something sweet.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 little Arkham patient;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of learning is too difficult; 3 bottles of Dahlia; 1 bottle of hello;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!