[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

Randall shook hands with Bruce Wayne lightly, and for a moment the flashes flew around, leaving blurred shadows on his retinas.

He maintained a decent stiff smile, and believed that his face would definitely appear in tomorrow's tabloids.

Great, after he returned to Brudhaven, he didn't even need to take pictures of this suit. Wouldn't it be nice to just take the pictures in the newspaper?

Immediately afterwards, Randall thought of some things, for example, he was still on the live broadcast before he was boarded by Dila. With the popularity of the live broadcast room, it is not difficult for the reporters to find out his true identity——'Male disguise Wearing women's clothes to participate in a charity dinner is more exciting and gimmick than "Brucey's baby is attracted to a man dressed as a woman and the Internet celebrity anchor is suspected of being bent".

He himself doesn't really care about these things. For him, the bigger the heat, the better, especially the heat brought by the strong wind that doesn't even cost a penny, so that those who are looking for him can find it more conveniently. Concerned about him, but... this might be a big problem for Bruce Wayne?

After all, he is a celebrity, the richest man, a great philanthropist, the unofficial spokesperson of Gotham City other than Batman...

Randall quietly glanced at Bruce Wayne who was walking in front. He seemed to be in a good mood, and the mutant's keen sense of smell could smell the ointment hidden under the perfume.

Some time ago, it was reported on the news that Bruce Wayne injured himself again because of extreme sports, but now he looks like a dragon and a tiger, and discharges electricity to the crowd, not at all like a wounded person.

"Don't worry, Bruce will take care of it." Dick seemed to see the worry in his heart, and gently squeezed Randall's palm.

Through a thin layer of fabric, Randall was startled by Dick's tickling touch, subconsciously about to shrink back, but Dick grabbed his wrist and dragged him forward a few steps.

Bruce picked up a microphone and was about to give a speech. Dick let go of Randall's hand before Randall could react. "The party is about to start, let's have some cake."

He picked up a plate from the dining table, and handed it to Randall with a piece of small cake with not much cream.

Randall blinked his eyes slowly. Dick's strong possessiveness at that moment seemed to be his illusion. He stared into Dick's eyes for a few seconds through the mesh, and then took it. That dinner plate, "...thank you."

Bruce on the stage said something to amuse the people present, Randall buried his head in eating the cake to replenish his energy - the little he ate in the evening was really not enough, the high heels really drained his energy!

He noticed that Dick's gaze was always on him, and he looked up suspiciously and asked, "&%#...cough, are you hungry too, do you want some cake too?"

Dick shook his head with a smile on the corner of his mouth, which made Randall a little creepy - a little bit - before he felt that sometimes Dick and Aziraphale were a bit similar, especially when this kind of smile appeared, they were kind Be like... a farmer waiting for the harvest.

When he swallowed a whole piece of cake, Bruce's speech was over, the lights in the dinner hall suddenly brightened, and the brisk waltz music gradually sounded. Dick saluted in front of Randall and said softly, "Randall Da, can I ask you for the first dance of the night?"

His eyes were full of warm light, which reminded Randall vaguely of the way Nightwing spoke to him when he was in Winchester some time ago—it was the same, as if those beautiful mysterious blue The glacier is melting.

Randall put his hand on Dick's palm, he was still a little dazed, he was gently pulled by the person in front of him, and walked into the central dance floor.

His long black dress was out of place with the scene, like an evil witch intruding into the celebration of the elves bestowing blessings on the little princess. The scene was silent for a few seconds because of this, but he was very different from the resplendent hall. Matching, the skirt is like a blooming black mandala flower, warm and deadly.

Dick showed a happy expression, which was pure joy. Even if his mutant ability was not triggered, Randall could still feel the happiness from the opponent's body and expression.

"I want to just dance like this all night." He sighed and said, hugging the mutant's waist even tighter without leaving any traces.

"You didn't put on your dancing red shoes," Randall smiled. "By the time this dance is over, my feet will be bleeding from the high heels."

"Oh," Dick said, looking down worriedly, "after this dance, we can slip away and I'll drive you back to the hotel."

"That's good." Randall turned his head slightly, and his chest and Dick's chest were almost touching. From the eyes of others, they seemed like a pair of intimate lovers who were whispering, "The cake here can be Pack it? I think it tastes good, Lula will like it."

"I think..." Dick took a second to think about it, "No problem, I'll ask the kitchen to pack it for you."

He remembered it was their family business.

The dance music was coming to an end, the high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound on the smooth marble floor, and the piano sound came to an end.

A coin fell from mid-air, bounced several times on the ground, and then began to spin.

This is not a small thing that is easy to be noticed, maybe a coin rolled out of a gentleman's pocket, or a waiter didn't keep his tip... But it just happened to land on Rand Next to Er, the mutant looked strangely, "Whose coin is this..."

As the number of rotations of the coin became slower and slower, Randall began to notice that the front and back of the coin had human heads.

Dick had been a vigilante in Gotham for many years. When he found the coin lying quietly on the ground with the scratched head facing upwards, he pulled Randall back and pinched the mutant's The wrist is going to take the person away from this side.

His face darkened, and he looked up to see that Bruce and Tim had stopped talking, and their eyes were also attracted by the coin.

"Double-faced man..." Dick's voice was a bit gritted, Randall couldn't hear what he was saying, the glass window suddenly shattered, a group of tall men with weapons came in from outside, the scene became chaotic, the champagne tower Overturned, cakes on the table rolling to the floor, ladies screaming, men running.

A figure jumped down from above and stepped on the ground where the coin fell just now.

Randall and Dick turned their heads and saw that the man was wearing a strange suit. The colors on the left and right sides were different, just like this man's face, one side was full and handsome, and the other On the side is a terrifying skeleton that makes people fear.

Two-Face Harvey Dent stooped to pick up the coin he tossed, and at the same time drew his gun and fired a shot upwards.

Bang—dropped a new lamp.

The lobby is a garden-like building, and it is connected to the [-]-[-] storey hotel at the back, but the space they are in is only one floor, with a circular vault above it and a skylight. The double-faced person should be from Come in there.

Everyone in the hall fell silent, staring at the double-faced man in horror, while the double-faced man held the coin and said slowly, "It's the back side... what a pity."

Then his voice changed again, becoming rough and cruel, as if he had two completely different souls in his body, "Look at yourselves! You fools who are immersed in money and vanity fair! You are doing a little help to this city None... But, sometimes, you guys can help me earn some pocket money."

Someone said tremblingly: "I can give you whatever you want... Please, please let us go..."

The two-faced man let out a sneer, holding the coin between his fingers, "Idiot! See clearly it's the back side!"

The man shuddered at the roar.

The double-faced man continued to laugh, and his voice was as ugly as sandpaper grinding a stone, "It's fate that handed you over to the clown*!"

"If the toss is positive, I just want you to hand over some money." A gentle voice said.

"Just to clarify, we didn't cooperate with that guy with a brain problem... But you idiots now have a chance to go to great things, thank fate!" The two-faced man said loudly, "Keep these guys quiet. "

With a wave of his hand, his men cornered everyone with guns raised.

The double-faced man was playing with the coin in his hand, and when he saw Bruce hiding in the crowd, he grinned with a ferocious and chilling smile.

"Look who this is, great man Bruce Wayne! Do you remember us?" Harvey Dent took a few steps towards his position, "We used to have dinner together, Bruce."

Bruce smiled and said slowly, "Of course, Harvey...your number is still on my mobile phone. If you want to make an appointment for dinner, I'm always welcome."

"Oh, you're still the same sweetheart as before, Bruce." The double-faced man narrowed his eyes, "We thought that after so many fights with Batman, you'd already cut ties with us, after all, you are... The beneficiary of his backup...why, your knight is not here today?"

"...This is a misunderstanding." Bruce laughed a few times "haha". How can he be called the sponsor of the equipment he provided himself, "What is the 'opportunity for a great future'? Maybe I can help."

Dick and Randall were sticking to the pillar. Behind them, a double-faced man with a gun was watching the people on the other side. Dick was quietly gesturing to Tim, suggesting that he should not act rashly. The president is also obediently like a quail at the moment. He is squatting on the ground with his eyes lowered to the ground. From Randall's point of view, he seems to be falling asleep.

Randall and Dick communicated quietly with eyes and gestures for a long time, but Randall didn't know very well whether Dick understood what he just said because of the tacit understanding between him and Dick. What he just meant was: I To deal with him, you stand still to appease your father and your brother's emotions.

Although he doesn't have too many emotions accumulated, he still has the strength to use the double-faced person as a bargaining chip after only dealing with one double-faced person.

And Dick nodded to him with a firm face, expressing his reassurance, you go to fight the double-faced man, I will deal with those little guys, and let Bruce and Tim attract their attention.

The author has something to say: Good night!

*Joker (clown, joke) a bad joke pun

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