[Comprehensive British and American] Bats never lose their horses

Clark felt very disappointed.

For Bruce, he has always had a very complicated attitude.

Gotham's media always liked to describe their high-profile richest man as a beautiful fool with an empty mind, but after a few contacts, he felt that Bruce was not as bad as they said.

But in any case, B is his comrade-in-arms and Clark's bottom line.

He won't allow anyone to insult him.

But recalling Bruce's last look, Clark couldn't help but soften his heart.

Did I say too much?He thinks that many people don't like B because they don't understand, those unscrupulous tabloids and media are always keen to portray B as a criminal who wantonly trampled on the law, but the facts are completely different from what they reported. It seems that no one loves the city of Gotham more than B.

He returned home exhausted, didn't even change his clothes, just fell on the bed, letting the torrent of drowsiness overwhelm him.

Monday, a working day.

"Master Bruce, are you sure you really want to do this?"

Alfred looked at Bruce who had been looking at himself in front of the full-length mirror for half an hour, and couldn't help but make a sound.

"You look as if you are going to a wedding soon," the old housekeeper teased with an elegant British accent, "and you are the groom himself. If I may ask, would you mind telling me who the object of marriage is?"

Bruce: "...Ah Fu, please."

Because of Clark's affairs, he didn't sleep well all night, his eyes were covered with a faint shadow, and he even became a little listless when he spoke: "I'm going to Metropolis, and I'm going to apologize to Clark."

"Oh," Alfred nodded seriously, "then I wish you a good journey."

Bruce opened his mouth as if to say something, but finally gave up.

"I still don't understand," the richest man in Gotham muttered softly, "Why does Clark like Batman so much? He's even willing to fight me over it."

"Maybe this is the power of idols." The old housekeeper said seriously.

"Idol?" Bruce was taken aback, and then suddenly realized, "Is that so? No wonder!" He thought of the top stars he had seen at the banquet before. To be honest, their fans are crazy enough. "It's true that I shouldn't denigrate his idol in front of a raving fan, and I think I know what to do... Thank you, Alfred!"

He swept away his previous sullenness, and walked out of Wayne Mansion with a big smile on his face.

Alfred: "..."

He felt that Bruce must have misunderstood something.

But that's all very well, he thought comfortingly.

If it was the old Master Bruce who hadn't lost his memory, he would have just gritted his teeth and apologized?

That is impossible.

Although he dawdled for a long time in the morning, Bruce was on Wayne's private plane, so he arrived at the metropolis before noon.

...and conveniently acquired the Daily Planet.

The process was a bit tortuous. Obviously, the boss of the Daily Planet did not intend to sell it.

But Bruce said to this: small problem.

It's just that the money is not enough.

"It's not about the money," the boss of the Daily Planet sarcastically said on the phone. "Look, Wayne, maybe you're rich, but you can't just use money to solve anything. I probably don't have as much money as you do." money, but I'm sitting in the Daily Planet building right now, it's my heart, and I'm never going to sell it, you understand?"

"Coincidentally," Bruce looked at the slowly opening elevator door in front of him, and twitched his mouth, "Me too. Which floor are you on? I'll go find you."

The boss of Planet Daily: "...the third floor."

Bruce hung up the phone quickly.

Two minutes later, he sat in his office and welcomed Gotham's richest man and his beautiful secretary.

As soon as we met, the boss of Planet Daily immediately declared: "I won't sell it."

Bruce: "$800 million."

"...I said I wouldn't sell it."

"1000."

"Wayne, you're enough." The boss swallowed, his forehead was sweating, and his expression began to waver unconsciously.

He picked up the freshly brewed coffee on the table, ready to drink some hot drink to relieve his tension.

"Five million, just open your mouth as a lion and see if I can afford it," Bruce stepped forward, opened his arms, and slapped them on his desk, staring at him with a pair of bright blue eyes. Looking at the other party, "But I have to tell you one thing in advance: just now, I bought this building. Guess if I will double your rent?"

The coffee the boss brought to his mouth spilled on his shirt.

Bruce straightened up in satisfaction.

He also took the cup of coffee from his hand and took a sip in an arrogant yet elegant manner.

"Write him a check," he said to the secretary, "and ask this Alpha to leave my office."

After sending away the former boss of the Daily Planet, the secretary returned to the office and said to Bruce sincerely: "Boss, you really hated me just now."

"Really?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, "Is this what you should say to the boss?"

"...But he's really handsome."

Bruce grinned in satisfaction.

"Have you got everything ready?" he asked.

"Ready," said the secretary.

"Very good." He snapped his fingers and drank the coffee in his cup. "Let's go, it's time to meet my new employees."

Clark, who was trying to finish the draft, suddenly sneezed.

"God bless you," said Louise, who was sitting across from him, without looking up, "Clark, can you read this manuscript for me?"

Clark has only joined the job not long ago, so the tasks assigned to him by Perry are actually not many, but many of the chores of his colleagues are done by him. Hearing Louise's words, he didn't think too much and was very calm He readily agreed: "Okay, please send me the manuscript."

"I'm going out to meet an informant right now, so you can do it on my computer."

Anxiously, Louise took out a small mirror, straightened her hair casually, took out lipstick from her pocket, touched up her makeup, and quickly walked away in her high-heeled shoes.

"Louise, you haven't got your lipstick yet..." Clark subconsciously wanted to stop her, but the tall female Omega's back had disappeared at the door of the office area.

"Just pretend I didn't say it." He murmured.

He put the lipstick next to the mouse, and sat down on Louise's seat.

"That's how she is, so she can be the baby in Perry's palm," Jimmy shrugged. "You have to get used to it."

"I seem to hear someone calling my name?" Perry's elusive figure appeared not far away, Jimmy's face froze, and just about to say something to remedy, the editor-in-chief clapped his hands and said loudly to them: " Well, good boys and girls, stop what you're doing! I have an important announcement to make!"

"Is there anything more important than submitting the manuscript to him?" Jimmy let out a long breath and said with a smile, "My God, you have changed, old editor."

Perry glared at him.

"Stop talking," he said. "What I want to announce is this: just now, the boss of the Daily Planet has changed."

Clark was less than enthusiastic about it.

Anyway, no matter who the boss is, as long as his salary is paid as usual.

To be honest, changing the boss is not as attractive to him as the content of today's dinner.

"Who is it?" But other colleagues obviously didn't think so.

Perry cleared his throat: "Yes—"

"it's me!"

The door of the office area was pushed open, and Clark's body froze involuntarily when he heard the familiar upswing.

And when he turned his head, as expected, he saw Bruce's handsome smiling face.

There was a gasp in the office area like a typhoon passing through, and Bruce was pleased to see everyone—including Clark—shocked by who he was.

"Hello everyone," he said, "Sorry to interrupt Perry's introduction, because I can't wait to show you. But I guess no one here doesn't know me? But let me introduce myself Take a look: Bruce Wayne, Gotham, your future boss."

At this moment, Clark seriously considered the possibility of job-hopping.

But then he sadly discovered that no matter where he switched jobs-even if he went to an underground casino in Las Vegas as a stripper, as long as he was still in the United States, a vicious capitalist country, Bruce could still become his own. boss.

"To celebrate my becoming your boss," Bruce continued, regardless of Perry's livid face, "I've decided to give each of you two days off."

Cheers and whistles almost collapsed the ceiling of the Daily Planet.

Clark stood among his colleagues who were so happy to dance, and with a forced smile on his face, he clapped along with them perfunctorily.

Clearly, Bruce was after him.

"Exactly, I have a box of things downstairs, please...this big man," sure enough, the next second, Bruce pointed at Clark with a smile on his face. Are you dating? Anyway, do me a favor and move the things to the office."

Clark: "...Good boss."

He brushes past Bruce silently.

But what surprised Clark was that there was actually a courier downstairs, waiting for him with a large box in his hand.

"I'll sign for it." Bruce came out of the building, picked up a brush and wrote his name, then stuffed the box into Clark's arms, "It's for you."

Clark looked up at him, his lips moving.

"What do you mean?"

"Gift," Bruce said, "for my... well, I admit I was a bit rude when I said that yesterday, and I hope you don't mind."

Clark was dumbfounded.

He really didn't expect Bruce to apologize so frankly, he thought that all Gotham people had the same personality as B, stubborn as hell.

The tall Alpha lowered his head, looked at the box, and slowly revealed a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Bruce," he said, "what I said yesterday was actually a little too much, but I really can't accept this gift—"

"Oh, come on," Bruce said, "it's hard to grab, yes, I don't need this thing. And you'll know when you take it apart, and you'll love it, little fan."

Gotham Baby winked at him triumphantly.

Clark opened the big box in a daze.

—and found that it contained a Batman body pillow.

Officially authorized by Zhenglian, produced by Wayne Group.

However, due to Batman's own black box operation, his related peripherals are all super rare limited editions that will hardly be circulated in the market.

Clark: "..."

Wow.