[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

The feeling of watching my "companion" appear in the comic exhibition is really amazing.

After walking around the pavilion, Bruce thought, at least even if Gotham takes another 100 years, it is impossible for such a harmonious scene to appear.

Leaving aside the security measures, it is a big trouble. If you know that there are so many Batmen, Joker, and Arkham lunatics who are afraid of chaos, even if their bones are broken, they probably have to crawl over to participate. This "event".

There was a burst of cheers ahead, and he and Clark tensed up subconsciously, thinking that their identities had been exposed again, but it turned out that it was Hal who turned into a green locomotive and brought Barry into the arena with a high profile.

"This guy is as eye-catching as a big signal light everywhere," Bruce pouted with some disgust, "Let's go shopping by ourselves."

Clark was struggling with a large vanilla cone. Hearing this, he looked up and smiled, "He wouldn't be Hal Jordan otherwise, but I agree with you."

He wished that no one would disturb his and Bruce's two-person world.

Bruce glanced at him, the little reporter deliberately lifted the lower half of the mask to eat the cone, noticed the look in his eyes, and asked again seriously: "Bruce, don't you really want to try it?"

Obviously Bruce had rejected him once before, but Clark still insisted that he wanted to share any good things with the other party. Besides, the taste of this cone was really good.

A wicked thought flashed through my mind.

Bruce raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

He just leaned down, leaned close to Clark's lips, and licked / licked lightly with his hand.The white vanilla ice cream that was about to melt was rolled up on the tip of the red tongue, and it flashed past Clark's eyes.

"It's sweet."

Baby Bruce straightened up and replied solemnly.

The poor little reporter was stunned on the spot.

As if a bomb exploded in his head, the Kryptonian's face turned red into a big tomato in just a few seconds.

Seeing the boy in the small town so shocked that he lost his ability to think, Bruce's expression was very happy, and he even laughed uncontrollably.

Clark's eyes widened angrily.

"Bruce, you did it on purpose!"

He stared accusingly at the black-haired Omega beside him who couldn't help laughing.

Of course Bruce did it on purpose.

It's not impossible to go too far, but considering the fragile heart of the little reporter that doesn't match the Man of Steel...

Forget it, a smile appeared in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Bruce suppressed a smile, and asked innocently on purpose, "You asked me if I wanted to try it."

"But that, that's not..." Clark stammered and explained for a long time, and finally gave up in frustration.

"It's pure love." Bruce teased him, and picked up a Super Bat r18 fanbook from the stall next to him.As a result, as soon as he opened the extremely powerful navel orange coloring page, his face was blurred. The man's fingers trembled slightly, and then he put it down as if nothing had happened, and changed the subject with a dry cough: "I thought I had been with me for so long Time, you have at least learned a little bit about this."

"I'm not as 'experienced' as you are," Clark said sourly, but his eyes were fixed on the fanbook that Bruce put back on the booth, and his expression was a little ready to move.

"Don't even think about it," Bruce warned him.

His old waist can't bear these weird and anti-human postures!

"I'm just borrowing from...cough, I mean collecting." Before being stopped, Clark quickly slapped the money in front of the stall owner, the movement was so fast that afterimages appeared, "Besides, can we put this It is still unknown to bring back things from the world.”

"If you can bring back the Stone of Origin, then you can definitely do these." Bruce said blankly, "Don't buy things around under this guise, Kryptonians, don't look there anymore, this is already yours. This is the seventh book I bought at the comic show!"

"But Bruce, you obviously bought a lot yourself!" Clark retorted.

Bruce basically bought a copy of all kinds of Batman peripherals. It seems that the limited edition has been bought, and he also exchanged contact information with the stall owner.I don't know what expressions these bosses will have on their faces when they see that the delivery address is a watchtower floating over New York.

The two just walked around arguing all the way, anyway, there were three layers of people surrounded by Hal, and they couldn't squeeze in at all.But before walking far, Bruce suddenly stared at a coser in front of him and stopped.

Clark followed his line of sight to look forward, and found that it was a cosplayer Jason, or a man with a red hood.He was about the same height and build as Jason, and after wearing the red bucket, he was exactly the same.If it weren't for the group of ordinary people who wanted to take a group photo around him, Clark would have thought that this was Jason himself.

"Go and see," he said softly to Bruce.

Since they came to this world, Jason and the other little birds have never returned to the watchtower.Usually they either stay in the residence arranged by the White House for them, or run around all over the world.

For example, Dick and the others will contact Bruce regularly, and Jason has no news at all—except for the forced break into the Warner conference that was posted on the Internet, the youth seems to have evaporated from the world, and even Dick doesn’t know about it. where did he go.

Bruce looked a little reluctant about Clark's suggestion.But Clark knew his character, so he stubbornly dragged him to the front of the coser, and asked with a smile, "Hi, can you take a photo with us?"

The action of "Jason" froze for some reason. Clark thought he agreed, so he pulled Bruce to stand beside him, and deliberately asked Bruce to come closer, not to be so tense.

"B, don't make a fuss," he urged, because the coser was next to Clark, and he deliberately ambiguously referred to him, "Didn't you tell me before that you don't think you know how to get along with him, be brave."

But to be honest, the picture of Superman Batman wearing the mask of Captain America and Iron Man standing with a red hood is really inconsistent.

"Three, two, one, ok!"

The person who took their picture gestured, and Clark breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Bruce.The man's eyes were a little strange, and he moved his lips, as if to say something, but his voice was quickly drowned in the noisy background.

But Clark heard, and Bruce said, "Take care of yourself."

He opened his eyes slightly, then seemed to understand something, pursed his lips, and showed a sincerely happy smile.

Looking at the backs of the two walking away side by side, Jason's eyes were complicated. He gave a low "cut" and couldn't help clenching his fists.

"...What an annoying old man."

After walking away, Clark asked him, "Why is Jason here?"

Bruce didn't know either, but it was clear that Jason didn't do it voluntarily. If it wasn't for the red hood that blocked his expression, those men and women who rushed up to take pictures with him would probably be scared away.

But what made him very relieved was that Jason was impatient, but he didn't do anything drastic to ordinary people here, and even acquiesced to them pestering him to take pictures.

"He has grown up." The old father sighed melancholy.

But when Bruce came to his senses, he found that Clark had squeezed into the crowd again at some point, holding a pile of r18 notebooks with a solemn expression and trying to squeeze forward——

"Clark Kent!"

Fortunately, this is a comic exhibition. Even if someone calls Superman by his name, he won't be treated differently. Most people will only think that this is a Superman fan screaming at a cosplayer.However, there was still a black guy who touched Bruce's arm teasingly, and joked: "Hey buddy, your boyfriend's body is as hot as Captain America! Look at his sweetheart and big breasts!"

Bruce froze, "Thank you."

There was also a blond boy who came with him. He seemed to be very interested in Bruce. He had been following them and observed them since 10 minutes ago. Are you interested in coming to our company to be a model? The proportions of the two of you are really one of the best among the people I've ever met, and you are very talented, don't you think about it?"

"...no," Bruce said, "I'm not short of money."

"Give it a try," but the other party still refused to give up, "Or you want to change direction, how about Internet celebrities? We also have related packaging business, even if you are not short of money, you must have a lot of money, right?"

"I have a job."

"What job can be better than a celebrity internet celebrity..." The man seemed a little unconvinced, and after a few words of persuasion, seeing that Bruce was really not interested, he shrugged regretfully, left a business card and left.

"If you change your mind, call me anytime." Before leaving, he emphasized.

Out of politeness, Bruce accepted the business card, but he certainly wouldn't make the call.

And when Clark came back with a bunch of "trophies", he saw Bruce standing alone in the endless stream of people, looking thoughtfully at Hal who was floating in mid-air and observing in the distance.Green Lantern's expression was slightly serious, completely different from the complacent expression he had when he told everyone about his participation in the mission of the Green Lantern Corps in the universe just now, and Barry standing on the stage had long since disappeared.

"What happened?" He frowned and asked, putting away his relaxed mood just now.

"Carl, Bruce, you are here." The little red man suddenly appeared in front of them, causing a commotion among the surrounding crowd. "It's the Stone of Origin! Hal said that he suddenly sensed its existence just now, but He wasn't sure if it was true..."

Seeing Barry yelling their names directly, Bruce simply took off the mask on his face, followed by Clark.Ignoring the sound of breathing in and out of the crowd, he raised his head and said to Hal who flew over from the sky, "Tell me the location."

Hal gave him a coordinate, which was a coastal city, but almost immediately, Clark beside him frowned.

The Kryptonians stopped their movements, listened for a while, and then came back to them and said, "There was a hurricane and a tsunami. It is estimated that the huge energy brought by the strong climate fluctuations attracted the Origin Stone. I have to rescue it." .”

After speaking, he disappeared in the same place in an instant.

Barry: "Uh, I'll check it out too!"

Bruce checked the situation of the disaster, and judged that Clark and Barry alone would not be enough, and Hal's more important task now should be to take the opportunity to find the Stone of Origin, after all, he was the only one who had a sense.

So he immediately took out the alliance's communicator.

He needed someone to help drive the Batmobile, otherwise Batman alone would be helpless in the face of this natural disaster—but the next second, accompanied by a violent roar, a dark and stern Batmobile suddenly broke into the venue middle.

Bruce paused, and strode over to it through the excited crowd.

The baffle was lifted, and amidst the screams of the crowd, the red hood on the driver's seat said to him without raising his head:

"Come up."

Bruce pursed his lips tightly: "I'll drive."

"Stop talking nonsense," Jason said, visibly irritable now, "If you don't come up, I'm leaving!"

Bruce glared at him, this kid didn't know when he pried the Batmobile he parked in a secret place, and wanted to bargain with him?When did Batman ever sit in the co-pilot?

But now the situation was urgent. After two seconds of stalemate, Bruce opened the co-pilot's door with a stinky face.

"drive!"

Red Hood snorted coldly and stepped on the accelerator.

"Remember to wear your seat belt, old man." He gloated.

"……To shut up."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Da Chao sat in his seat, staring straight at the fanbook spread out on the table, and hadn't turned a page for 10 minutes.

The little reporter wondered in shock, did Batman's breasts have such a purpose?What kind of devil is the male mother! ?

...What's going on with the sudden urge to move.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Sunbird;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Ai Yilinxi 1;

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