Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Jennifer returned to the apartment in the evening.She walked freely, oblivious to the conversation between the master and the servant who was left behind for this meeting.

There was still a smell of dust on the construction site, and Bruce Wayne squatted in the corner, staring at the burn marks that had been carefully studied just now. "She noticed."

Alfred was standing behind him. The old gentleman was wearing a trench coat. Hearing this, he was not surprised and said, "Miss Davis is always very sharp." After saying this, he seemed to realize that the young master In conflicted moods, she quickly changed the topic, "The challenge in the Pacific Ocean is not for ordinary people, and those who succeed in the challenge will definitely benefit a lot. Miss Davis has changed a lot this time."

Bruce glanced at him, but said nothing.

Has it changed?

Of course it changed.

In the past, at least before going out to participate in the reality show, Jenny has never just pretended not to see it, at most insinuating, and would not talk about his rumored object so directly; but this time she not only mentioned it without hesitation, but also looked indifferent , The two words "break up" have been pressed under the bottom of the tongue.

He was silent for a long time, and said lightly: "It's a good thing."

Alfred looked very talkative. He was about to open his mouth when a notification sounded.Bruce took out his phone from his pocket and unlocked it. For a moment, his expression became extremely strange, as if he had been poked in his mind, and he seemed to be relieved.

"It's Jenny," he said, "and she wants to talk to me tonight, 'Reconsider our relationship.'"

Alfred said, "With all due respect, Master Wayne, how are you going to explain it to her?"

"Explain?" Bruce pressed the phone off, "No, I didn't intend to explain. How do I explain, Alfred? The person I used as 'Bruce' to go on a 'date' in the middle of the night was a flesh and blood under Fecone's? Don't say it Know but not familiar gossip, I haven’t even heard who those underwear models are? It’s a side issue, forget it.”

Alfred is still the old man who is not surprised: "You don't have to be so cold. Miss Davis wants to know you. Among the many women I have met, she is one of the few who want to know 'your people."

This is true.

As the heir of the Wayne Group, billionaire, Prince of Gotham, young, handsome and wealthy, most people know "who he is" very well, and few people care about "what he is like".

The old butler's eyes were so bright that even Bruce couldn't deny it. "Maybe," he said cautiously, "but I don't need people to know who I am. Batman is the hope of this city, and believe me, I know it's narcissistic to say that, but with this symbol of fear, we can There is hope to take Gotham back from the hands of evil. He can only appear as a byword for fear, and never needs any connection to drag him from hell to earth, whether for Gotham, for Batman, or for Jennifer herself. Contacts are extremely dangerous."

Alfred patted him on the shoulder, handed over a coat hanging on his arm, and showed a half smile.

Bruce catches the look, but fails to comprehend its meaning.

***

Jennifer pressed the fingerprint lock and walked into the apartment, put her backpack on the cabinet, turned on the TV, and jumped into the soft sofa by the balcony.

The diamond district of Gotham in the evening is not peaceful. The rich people gather here, singing and dancing every night, the skyscraper billboards and the lights of open-air music cover the starry sky.In the wild, she used to hold her breath to admire the sky and the Milky Way, but in the city, she could only see the eternally bright Polaris.

The wonderful clip of "Wilderness Challenge" happened to be broadcast on TV. The program team found some big-name survival experts to comment. They boasted about the performance of the passers, and only occasionally pointed out a few inadequacies.

Jennifer fumbled with the remote control, watching herself kill a big snake without changing her face on TV, curling her fingers slightly.

For a long time in the past, she has always been thinking about emotional issues: Is there any love between her and Bruce?How did their relationship get to where they are today? ——It is true that the relationship will deteriorate in the middle and late stages of love. Compared with some couples who respect each other as guests and hate each other, they are already considered intimacy, but they are far behind some couples who support each other and talk about everything.

Two months ago, this kind of inhuman gloom always weighed heavily on her chest; today, two months later, at night in Gotham, on the top floor of the apartment, alone, she has a clear mind.

A story always has a beginning and an end, and when the ending is predicted, the thoughts fly more and more towards the beginning.

It was more than half a year ago, Jennifer attended the banquet hosted by Tony Stark as an invited guest, and Iron Man announced that Stark Industries entered Hollywood on that day.After the speech was over, the banquet hall was full of wine and wine, and the red carpet outside the door was spread out for a long time. From time to time, there were guests crossing their shoulders by the arch, laughing and talking loudly.

Jennifer took a glass of champagne and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with her assistant. Suddenly, she saw a Rolls Royce parked outside the red carpet. A young man got out of the car. He was dressed like a peacock, with his hair combed back and his tie slanted. Hanging on his chest, his steps are brisk, with a cynical smile on his face. "Who is that?"

The little assistant looked up, and it was clear: "That's Bruce Wayne."

It dawned on her.

A young slutty playboy.

I can't tell the reason, but Jennifer has been paying attention to him all the time, watching him walk up to the second floor with friends and companions, watching him come and go with Stark, watching him toast, and of course watching him show that he is different His look disappeared behind the curtains on the balcony on the second floor.

She walked towards the second floor while the little assistant was calling Maha.

There was a lot of people in the room, but the terrace was unbelievably quiet. The night air was cool and filled with a small amount of fine dust.Wayne leaned on the balcony with his back to the light, leaning on the wooden railing with his elbows. The light hit his smooth side face, and there was a kind of soul-stirring mystery in a trance.

Jennifer looked into the distance, and all she could see was the busy traffic and endless lights.She stood on the edge of the steps, a little hesitant, not knowing what she was looking for.

"Hello?" He turned around, questioning.

"You didn't seem interested at all when Tony Stark announced the release of "Wild Challenge", Mr. Wayne." Jennifer said subconsciously.As soon as these words came out, she felt too offensive, and couldn't help rubbing the wine glass with her hand.

Bruce Wayne was also a little surprised: "I thought the ladies were not interested in this."

"No," Jennifer hesitated, "I just happen to like extreme sports."

"for example?"

"Such as orienteering and rock climbing, and a few times, between filming, I also go skiing and surfing."

"Okay," Wayne raised his glass, "I didn't expect Tony and Lex's tricks to be favored by the ladies. If I had known this, I should have taken a share." He took a sip of red wine, his eyes quickly brushed her cheeks.Jennifer should be familiar with this playboy's gaze, but this time she found it weird.Even as he tries to appear interested, those glassy blue eyes always convey the message to end the conversation.

But she didn't want to end the conversation.

Jennifer lifted her skirt and stepped over the steps: "Bruce Wayne, the young helmsman of the Wayne Group, they all said you were dead, but you returned to Gotham after seven or eight years of disappearance. I heard that the reporters were chasing You're like sharks stalking blood, they report on you."

Wayne finally looked serious, "I didn't know you would pay attention to these trivial matters, Miss Davis."

He speaks French.Tricky, he must know who she was, that she had won an award for a French film.

In an instant, everything came alive again.That's it, that's the kind of sight Jennifer handles best, dark surroundings, safe places to talk, and an interesting playboy.

Only half a meter away, she found that he was so young, so handsome, and so maverick.Suddenly, she realized why she had come to the second floor, to this terrace.

"I thought we could have a drink together," she said.

He paused, showing his signature smile, and the lines of laughter streaked across the corners of his lips, like the ripples of leaves falling in the lake.He repeated, "Have a drink." He knew what that meant. "Just a drink?"

"No," Jennifer said, "no, of course not."

He laughed, and she laughed too.

"You must often encounter things like today." Jennifer said softly.

"But I don't often meet people like you," Bruce replied.

They both closed their mouths at the same time, both reminiscing about what they had just said.In the garden downstairs, there are men and women chatting and dating, and several children who came to the banquet with adults all have straight backs and shiny hair. Farther away, in the depths of the woods, there seems to be a flash of light.

They all saw it, and they didn't pay attention to it.

"I also like extreme sports," Bruce said suddenly, "especially skydiving. Every time I fall from a high place, I only know what is going up. Human beings can't fly, but they will never stop yearning for the sky."

These words don't sound like the opinion of a dandy, but rather like the motto of a wise man.

Jennifer hesitated for a moment and said, "In the future...maybe we can go skydiving together."

Bruce seemed surprised, but quickly smiled.

Someone pulled up the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and put them down in panic as if disturbing something.The light leaped over his face, like a deer leaping over the abyss, instantly softening the face that had been razor-sharp and axe-cut, turning it into the look that a pampered son should have.Wayne's eyes were steel blue against the stars, but when the lights were on they were a charming cornflower blue, not a common color, a very unique, very lonely color.

Jennifer kissed him the last half meter.

She didn't know why she came forward, and she seemed to know why she came forward.

With such presumptuousness, she once flew down from the twelfth floor hanging from the wire before the end of the world; and with such possessiveness, she once slaughtered all the gangsters who robbed food after the end of the world.

On that night, on that balcony, next to young Wayne, at the moment when lips and teeth were close together, she clearly understood the reason for going to the second floor——

He understands what loneliness is.

He understands what it means to be out of place.

They may be, can be, must be, a match made in heaven.

She closes her eyes.Bruce Wayne kissed back immediately, with the taste of red wine on his lips.There was no half-second pause, no half-second hesitation, no backing off, no rejection, not even a surprise.

This is the first meeting of Jennifer and Bruce, which is the beginning of all stories.