The bat's family Wayne [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce asked Bruce to calm down for an afternoon.

Brucey thought at first that Bruce might come up with an explanation—prove that he did see himself as a brother, or a friend.

Whatever it was, Bruce wanted proof that Bruce took himself to heart.

As for the previous recognition that he was a member of the Wayne family, as for the previous behavior of dividing half of the property - tens of millions of property, it was nothing in the eyes of Bruce and Bruce.When the relationship is good, it can add icing on the cake to the relationship between the two, like at this time... as the saying goes, money is the most worthless thing.

For an afternoon, Bruce didn't respond, as if he wasn't angry at all.

—It's really chilling.

Since Bruce doesn't take himself seriously, is it necessary for him to stay in Wayne Manor?Bruce couldn't help thinking.At that time, I chose to stay in Wayne Manor mainly because I had feelings for this place.But what's the use of his unilateral feelings?

He couldn't help thinking about life away from Wayne Manor.

With his abilities, he can do just fine without Bruce.

It will indeed be difficult for the time being, but soon there will be the examination for the qualification to practice medicine.I can use the money I have to rent a house to settle down, and go to the hospital for an internship directly after the exam results.With the salary at that time, those owed to Bruce will be able to pay back slowly.

Bruce never thought he would fail the exam.

— which seems quite doable.

"Metropolis next door will be safer than Gotham, Master Bruce."

Brucey was stunned, and subconsciously hid the suitcase in his hand.

He looked at Alfred.Ah Fu is always the one who knows the thoughts of everyone in the family best.Brucey had always suspected that the butler knew everything before, and this didn't seem to have changed in another world.

Ah Fu's appearance is so ordinary that it seems that he is just giving a travel suggestion.

He didn't seem to want to stop himself.Brucey heaved a sigh of relief, and there was a smile in his eyes: "Thank you, Fu."

He brushes past Alfred.

"Master Bruce?"

Alfred stood at the door and knocked.

"Come in, Fu." Bruce sat cross-legged on the bed, typing on the computer keyboard with his right hand.Batman never defended himself against his butler. After typing the last few letters, he slowly raised his head and glanced at Alfred.

The butler stared at him disapprovingly.

"Let me remind you, Master Bruce." Alfred said, "You are still seriously injured. No matter what, you have to take care of your wounds."

Bruce straightened his crossed legs.

"What's the matter, Ah Fu?" He pressed his head, which was a little drowsy due to the fever.

"Nothing." Alfred said, "I just want to tell you that Master Bruce has left angrily."

In all fairness, the old housekeeper felt that Bruce was already a good-tempered person.

——If there was any compulsion in Bruce's concealment before, this time it was purely Bruce's own problem.

Obviously, if you can speak well, you have to make so many twists and turns.

But Bruce has such a nasty temper, even Alfred himself gets angry at Bruce occasionally.Brucey is still a young man at heart, how can he easily understand what Batman is holding back in his heart?

"Oh."

Bruce didn't care.

As his own peer, Brucey can certainly understand the reasons for all his actions.As long as the other party's emotional peak passes, Brucey will be able to react quickly.

Besides, messing with Batman is not necessarily a good thing.

He bowed his head and continued typing on the keyboard.

The feverish brain is still a little dizzy, and it keeps sending signals to the body to rest.Bruce blocks this out by force of will.Bobby Adams is considered one of the toughest enemies he has encountered in recent years, and this is also the first time Batman has fought against a machine completely controlled by a program.

He must record all the details of the battle as a reference for subsequent encounters with similar enemies.

A crackling keyboard sound passed, and Bruce stopped.He raised his eyes and looked at Alfred who was still standing by the bed: "Is there anything else, Alfred?"

"I thought you at least wanted to ask him where he was going?" Ah Fu said.

"Since he ran into you on his way out," Bruce said, "I'm sure you've recommended him a solid city. I guess... Metropolis?"

He saw the answer from the butler's face: "In this case, what else should I worry about?"

Bruce smiled at Alfred, rubbing his temples wearily again.

The butler arranged this way not only because the metropolis is indeed safer, but also because the two cities are adjacent and the two will not be too far apart—if possible, he still hopes that Bruce and Bruce can cooperate seamlessly.Alfred always believed that they would be the most suitable friends for each other.

But at the moment Bruce looked painfully tired.Alfred swallowed the words he wanted to persuade Bruce, and turned to another topic: "I think you'd better take a rest, Master Bruce."

"You can ruin yourself as much as you want, that's your right. But whether others will worry about you because of it...that's not up to you to decide."

Bruce was slightly taken aback.

"You really take that sentence to heart?" Bruce laughed, and softened his voice, "Of course I know you care about me, Fu. I was just..."

Contrary to what Bruce expected, Alfred didn't bring up his bastard talk back then.

The butler took away his notebook, tucked the quilt up for him, and patted Bruce's chest like taking care of a baby: "Anyway, it's time for you to rest now, Batman."

"You still have a fever."

The butler looked over with a soft and tolerant gaze, and Bruce was slightly taken aback, before retracting into the quilt obediently.

"Okay." He was still a little reluctant, "Wake me up before dinner, Ah Fu."

Alfred helped him close the curtains, and the thick fabric blocked out the sunlight.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Bruce vaguely identified Alfred's location, and felt the butler put the notebook on the small coffee table by the window.

In the quiet darkness, the pain in the body became obvious.Bruce blinked, stretched his body, and let his brain pull his sanity into darkness.

Bruce was already asleep on the bed.

Ah Fu, who hadn't left the room, sighed distressedly, and closed the door silently.

Bruce woke up by himself.

"Ah Fu?" He raised his voice and rubbed his face in the pillow before opening his eyes.

The eyes are brightly lit.

"I have already called you." The butler sat on the coffee table and smiled at him, "but you greedily asked me to sleep for a while, Master Bruce."

"Who can refuse Bruce Wayne's request?"

Bruce sat up with support, took a look at his watch: "Who has dinner at three o'clock in the middle of the night?" He muttered complainingly.

"Don't worry," said Alfred, "Bruce Wayne can have dinner anytime."

The housekeeper helped him put the small table on the bed and set out a nutritious dinner.

After sleeping for a while, Bruce's headache improved a lot.The body with overdrawn potential finally relaxes in the short sleep, and finally no longer keeps popping up warnings like a mobile phone that has run out of power.

He thought of Bruce: "Have you contacted him? How is the Mets?"

"Oh, Master Bruce will be very relieved to hear this." Alfred said, "But I haven't paid attention to Master Bruce's whereabouts."

Bruce stares at him in disbelief—

It's true that Ah Fu doesn't have that much desire to control, but the butler must know that he will ask about Brucey's whereabouts.

"Ah Fu—"

"Language is the sharpest weapon of human beings, sir." Alfred helped him set up the table and set up dinner. "No matter what the reason is, it is easy to hurt others."

This is what he said to Brucey before.

Bruce pouted, staring down at the food Alfred served.

"I don't think today is a suitable day for night patrol, is it?" Ah Fu glanced at him.

Bruce said slowly, "If you say yes, then it probably is."

——Does he seem to be such a person who doesn't care about his body?

Gotham doesn't need a sick Batman.

Alfred finally looked satisfied.He brought the minced chicken and mushroom soup that had been simmering for a long time to the table: "I didn't pay attention to the whereabouts of Master Bruce. However, not long ago, the manager of the hotel we invested in the Metropolis sent a message."

He glances at Bruce.

Bruce was drinking soup, and when he heard Alfred's pause, he looked up at him with a pair of blue eyes in doubt.

Ah Fu smiled: "He asked me why I didn't see his female companion beside Mr. Wayne."

"..."

Bruce pretended not to hear anything, buried his head and continued to drink soup.

Ah Fu continued beside him: "The manager also told me in private that recently there happened to be a few beautiful girls who were planning to take photos in the metropolis, so they stayed in our hotel."

"He was really considerate."

"..."

When the soup was finished, Bruce picked up his knife and fork and continued eating.

Thinking of his 'tragic' experience of staying in a hotel alone, Bruce sincerely hoped that Bruce would not take the initiative to go to the restaurant of the hotel for dinner.

…especially the cafeteria.

silence.

Bruce didn't speak, and Alfred just stood quietly and watched him finish eating.

After eating and drinking, Bruce was ready to pick up his laptop and start working.The previous record has not been finished yet, and now that his physical condition is a little better, Bruce is ready to continue to complete it-if he keeps procrastinating, he may forget many details.

Ah Fu brought a small medicine box: "No matter what you are going to do, master. Your wound needs to be changed."

"..." Okay.Bruce knew that he didn't care about his body, but he didn't want Ah Fu to remind him repeatedly.

He reluctantly stopped to make it easier for Ah Fu to change his dressing.

The butler wrapped the bandage on Bruce's calf with a slightly heavier force than Brucey's bandage, but fortunately, the butler was skilled and did not cause much pain.

Bruce looked down at the top of Alfred's hair.

The housekeeper suddenly sighed: "When the money on Master Bruce is gone, I don't know where to find a job."

Bruce didn't answer.

He knew that Ah Fu wanted to bring Brucey back by himself.Brucey's medical license has not yet been taken, and all the academic certificates prepared for him are all here. It is really difficult to find a job outside...

It's just that I don't know how much money Bruce has on him.

He thought about it.

It seems very reasonable for Iron Man to hire an unqualified family doctor out of goodwill.Stark had secretly slipped a business card to Brucey before, and now he showed interest in Brucey without seeming abrupt.

perfect.

Bruce called Tony.

The author has something to say: What should I do if my (quasi) boyfriend runs away from home?

Bruce: Find a good friend of yours to take care of him instead of yourself.

Good guy, whoever is green (bushi)

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