"Master Wayne, you haven't spoken to Master Bruce for three days."

"It's not that I don't talk to him," Bruce replied.

Knowing that he said something wrong, Brucey has been avoiding Bruce intentionally or unintentionally for the past three days.It was difficult for the two of them to meet, let alone have a conversation.

"But you didn't take the initiative to talk to him." Alfred pointed out.

Bruce silently agreed.

It has been a few days, and Bruce has long stopped taking Brucey's unscrupulous words to heart--Batman deals with criminals every day, if he is so angry just because of a few words, he must have been angry. to myocardial infarction.Before, I overreacted, but it was just because I was suddenly poked at a painful spot.

"There are only three people in the manor, and two of them refuse to talk to each other." Alfred sighed, "You will really give me problems." In this matter, he is not good at judging who is right and who is wrong— ——Especially the butler knew exactly where Bruce went when he lost contact.

—Bruce shouldn’t be out of touch?Batman's actions could save tens of millions of lives, even if he didn't want Bruce to risk his life, Alfred couldn't say it.

But Bruce's not wrong to worry about Bruce...

Mr. Butler frowned in embarrassment, after all, his preference for Bruce prevailed.

"I'm going to persuade Master Bruce." He said, and then persuaded Bruce, "He is a newcomer in this world, and the only people he knows well are us. There is no way to care too much about you."

Bruce lowered his eyes.

He probably realized that when he came back that day—the circle of contacts in this world is too small, and Brucey inevitably regards the only two familiar people as his spiritual support.He was annoyed at his indiscretion at that time, but thinking of this level, he lost his anger.The two can't talk now, mainly because Bruce is avoiding him on purpose.

Bruce thought about it and decided to talk to Bruce in the afternoon.

"I've been thinking about it." About people really can't bear to repeat.Before he could act, Brucey came to the door on his own initiative.

"I want to know more about the world."

Bruce could feel Brucey's seriousness and seriousness from his tone.When he said this, Brucey's eyes were right and wrong, and he had obviously made up his mind.

Instead, it was Bruce's turn to be surprised.

"Huh?" He snorted suspiciously.

Brucey's attitude is obviously not to simply understand the world - although Brucey didn't say it clearly, Bruce just knows it.

Brucey is determined to let go of his nostalgia for his original world and treat his own world as his home.

It's because of this attitude that Bruce is surprised—he's the one who knows best how nostalgic he is.Not to mention anything else, if it wasn't because of nostalgia for his hometown, where wouldn't Bruce Wayne go?He can choose a peaceful and beautiful city to settle in at will, instead of returning to Gotham in a black cloak, bruised and bruised for the city and the people in the city.

——Does Bruce really think so?

Bruce looked away.It was not easy for him to make up his mind.It's just that there seems to be little hope of finding a way home. Until then, it's better to live your own life well.Bruce still remembered the idea of ​​wanting to be a role model for Bruce, but now it seems that he has been clinging to the past, which is really not a good role model.

He lives here, but he is not adapting to this new world at all.

"I want to find a job." Brucey said, "I can expand my circle of friends. I don't think I will have much time to go to meetings instead of you."

Bruce heard a hint of farewell in his words.He immediately threw away the suspicion in his heart - no matter what Brucey thought, he would never let the other party out of his control now.

He has not been able to find evidence that Brucey came from another world so far, which means that Brucey may have lied about his origin.Although it seems unlikely now, it might be possible.Even if Bruce didn't lie, Bruce wouldn't just put a person from another world into his world.

The former only makes Bruce worry about the safety of himself and the people around him, while the latter may involve more people and cause more extensive harm.

Bruce is still talking about his plans.

"Wait." Bruce cuts him off, tilting his head in confusion, "Don't you think it's a job to play me?"

Bruce meets Bruce's blue eyes—that's probably the least similar thing about them.Brucey's eyes were clear to the bottom, but Bruce's eyes were like the surface of a sea covered in mist, which seemed shallow but actually bottomless.At this time, the mist dissipated, and some genuine doubts appeared in the blue eyes.

"You do the work and I pay you, isn't that a great job?"

"There's no job that pays better than this."

"..." From this point of view, this is indeed a job, and it is indeed well paid.Brussi is blocked.

But—"How can there be such a job?"

"I want to find a normal job, the kind that can expand my social circle." He explained, "It's not about socializing with others under your identity."

"Since it is possible to live in this world forever, I must always have some friends."

"In this way, I always feel like your shadow... Bruce, you and Ah Fu are my only relatives in this world, you must understand me, right?"

Bruce's emotions were still clear enough to be seen at a glance.Those bright blue eyes were gentle and earnest, and their gazes were full of inquiries, as if Bruce would obey his arrangement as long as he denied it.

Of course Bruce understood what Bruce meant.Nor was he protesting that Brucey would continue to pretend to be himself—Brucey's existence had been made public, and his cover for Batman's identity was few and far between.When Bruce said that, he was just asking for prices.

Brucey has talked about this, how could he really deny Brucey's idea?

Bruce lowered his eyes, looking a little lost.

"But—" He pursed his lips, raised his eyelids and glanced at Brucey, "I don't want you to leave." This is a retreat.Between the two, Bruce, who is a native, has always been in a relatively strong position. Now, as long as he shows a little weakness, it is easy to arouse Bruce's emotions.

Bruce didn't answer.

In his plan, he didn't want himself to continue to rely on Bruce.They all decided to start over, so what's the matter with staying in Wayne Manor, which has nothing to do with him?

He pursed his lips with a bit of reluctance.

Just at this time, Alfred brought tea: "Master Wayne, Master Bruce." The old man greeted and put down two cups of tea, which were exactly the same Earl Gray tea.

The appearance of the butler broke the brief silence.

It also evokes Bruce's memories of Wayne Manor-he means, the Wayne Manor in his original world.My own Alfred is always so considerate and considerate, Bruce thought.

Compared to before, the atmosphere in the room has completely changed.

Brucey was fidgeting, only to feel that the low breath that could not be ignored radiated from Bruce, and his conscience was condemned.

——Is it because you are too indecisive?

Obviously, he had already decided to expand his social circle before, but when Bruce saw it like this, Bruce felt that there was nothing wrong with staying.

Bruce couldn't help but glance at Bruce again.

Bruce was picking up his teacup, talking to Alfred in a low voice with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He didn't show his weakness at all—that's right, Bruce was a proud person, how could he expose his fragility so easily?In this way, Bruce's previous weakness became even more commendable.

Bruce couldn't help but think of Bruce's life experience.

As an orphan with huge wealth, Bruce probably has very few sincere friends, so that he can easily trust himself with unknown origins.

After listening to Bruce say a few words, Alfred put away the tea tray and retreated.There were only two people left in the room who looked like twins.

The atmosphere fell silent again.

Bruce looked at Brucey's expression and confirmed that the other party had been shaken.

He didn't rush to speak, but pretended to drink tea and waited for a while.Confirming that Bruce was on the verge of choosing, Bruce took the initiative to say: "Finding a job has nothing to do with your leaving Wayne Manor."

Bruce took out the skill of negotiating conditions with business partners, put down his teacup and said sincerely: "I can help you find a job."

"It's in Gotham," he added, "so you can keep living in Wayne Manor."

As he spoke, Bruce quickly turned his head and looked at him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth hung back again, sweet and seductive: "That's our common home, isn't it?"

——This is the shining emotional card.

Bruce was completely shaken.

Bruce didn't spend many words describing his arrangement.But the mere fact of staying in Wayne Manor moved Brucey, who was reminded of the memories - after all, this is his emotional sustenance in this world, and it is the only one that can give him the feeling of "home". The place.

...And there are Bruce and Alfred here, these are his only relatives in this world.

"Working at Wayne Enterprises will make it easier for you to prepare for the medical qualification exam." Bruce is very considerate, "I remember that you were a doctor before. In this world, you probably still want to do your job, right?"

"..." This is too foul.

Who can resist the gentle and considerate little Prince Bruce?

"Then," Brucey gave up struggling, "please help?"

After the matter was finalized, Brussy relaxed and thought about joking.He smiled a little: "I didn't expect that I would become my own related account."

Bruce muses, smiling in his beautiful blue eyes.

"Don't worry, tell them that you are actually Bruce Wayne when something happens." He suggested seriously, "Just say that we are swapping identities, and no one will recognize it anyway."

Bruce couldn't help laughing.

The author has something to say: Bruce is so sweet when he talks about love (bushi) 1551, let me die on your chest muscles! 【saliva sucking】

In American Psycho, Bell's muscles are sucking and sucking, and Ah Wei has died a hundred times

[trying to reach out]

【Beaten】

By the way, babies, click to close it, let's make it a whole! 229 is really uncomfortable for OCD stars... Thank you!

*****The following is the rpg game time******

"I need a bat kiss to get up QWQ."

You have a slightly shy expression on your face.

Red Hood sneered.

"You might as well look forward to me—at least it's more likely to come true." He took off his hood, and casually shook his sweaty bangs.

You are stunned, never expecting the red hood to take off the hood so easily——

Jason rolled his eyes at you: "What's wrong?"

"Don't you already know who I am?"

"You—how do you know?" You stuttered in shock.And harvested the supercilious eyes from the youth.

"Because you have writing on your face." He became impatient, and looked at you with disgust, "Will you go?"

"Ah? Let's go!" You quickly got up and followed, like a young man's little tail.

"Tsk," you hear him whispering to himself, "the old man's admirer is such an idiot—"

Your face blushed completely.

you……

a- Loudly retorted: "No! My dream is to punch the Riddler and kick Arkham! Dominate Gotham!"

b- Whispered: "Bat, it's just very fragrant——"

c- No one can resist the charm of the bat!You're trying to pitch Jason Amway 'The Seduction of Batman'.

d- It's better to keep your mouth shut and get picked up by Brother Tong before talking...

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