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

"Has he gone?"

"Mr. Wayne has left." Alfred looked at Bruce who was having breakfast, and he probably took the initiative not long after Bruce left the room, with a helpless expression on his face.

"He's actually a nice guy."

"We are talking about an uninvited guest who broke into Wayne Manor." Bruce reminded, "And we haven't found out how he entered the manor." He specifically checked the surveillance in the manor last night, and Brucey did it out of thin air Appeared, the first landing point was the bed in the master bedroom.

If Bruce hadn't worked all night last night, he would have been pleasantly surprised to find himself sharing the bed with the other.

"But he's a nice guy." Alfred repeated, and asked, "Isn't he?"

"..." Bruce was silent.

After a while, he said with some reservations, "We're not sure yet."

—Let him see the other party's performance today first.

"Ah Fu, get ready, let's go to Wayne Building together." He said.

In order to facilitate the concealment, Bruce's study place was arranged in a secret room in the Wayne Building-yes, study.

Even though he has already obtained degrees in multiple disciplines in his early twenties, this knowledge reserve is still far from enough for Batman.He almost spends nearly half of his time every day learning and practicing new skills to ensure that Batman can deal with various difficulties freely.

In the eyes of outsiders, the inconspicuous Wayne is hiding in the office and loafing. In fact, Bruce has already left his office through a hidden secret passage.No one would think of another identity of Bruce Wayne, and naturally no one would know that there is only one wall between Chairman Wayne's office and Batman's secret room.

"Don't you want to see Mr. Wayne's performance?" Alfred asked.

"Ah Fu—" Bruce dragged his tune, turned around and looked helplessly at Mr. Butler, "I'm in class."

In order to keep their identities secret, all the teachers who teach Bruce teach remotely through computers.

The professor can only see the occasional question Bruce asks on the chat board.More often than not, they only need to speak step by step and quickly, and they can get a handsome salary.

Bruce thought for a while, typed to signal the opposite professor to take a break for 10 minutes, and turned to face Alfred.

"You seem to like him?"

The screen in front of Alfred is displaying the movements of Brucey and his party - from the ubiquitous surveillance in Wayne Building.There's also audio that's synchronized with the picture—from tiny monitors inside Bruce's watch.

"Making new friends is an essential part of social life." Alfred looked at Bruce.

Bruce shrugged: "I have a lot of friends."

"Those are Bruce Wayne's friends, not yours."

"Batman has a lot of friends too."

"Who's Batman's friend?" Alfred stared at him. "And, I'm talking about your friend, Bruce. Your friend."

"I've got Gordon," Bruce said, "and Rachel."

"Gordon is not a friend of Bruce Wayne, and Rachel is not a friend of Batman." Alfred said, "My lord, your new friend is just around the corner."

"Even though there may be an unknown conspiracy behind him?"

"Are you making friends with conspiracy?" Alfred asked back.

"..."

"Don't call him Mr. Wayne," Bruce changed the subject, "It sounds like someone else is calling me."

He turned his head away and looked at the screen in front of him again: "I'm going to class."

Alfred looked at him.

Bruce has always been unwilling to directly reject the kindness from the old housekeeper, and even the way of changing the subject is clumsy like a child, but Ah Fu knows how stubborn the young man in front of him is.

In his opinion, Brucey, who is Bruce's counterpart, is already the best person to make friends with - he should be able to understand Bruce, understand his great ideals, understand his persistence...and keep his secrets for him.

However, even if all the evidence supports Bruce's statement, Bruce still stubbornly refuses to believe it completely, and Alfred has nothing to do about it.

Suspicious and opinionated, this doesn't sound like a good description, but it is this kind of character that makes Batman a loner.It's hard for Alfred to say whether this is good or bad, but he is not qualified to reverse Bruce's character.

Bruce is a mature adult.As an elder, he can give some advice in a timely manner; as a housekeeper, he can take good care of Bruce's life; but he can't rely on Bruce's respect for himself, just deny him, shape him, or even erase his independent personality according to his own ideas , let him grow in the direction of an ordinary person—even though he often prefers that the other person is just a peaceful and happy ordinary person.

Alfred knew that the child he watched growing up was never ordinary.

He thought, sighed secretly, and turned his gaze to the screen in front of him again.

Bruce and Bruce are completely different types of people.

As an older man, Alfred had an experience of seeing people that Bruce didn't have.It seemed to him that Bruce had always had kindness towards the people he met.And this kind of kindness is more obvious than usual when facing Bruce as his peer.

On the other hand, Bruce's skeptical disposition makes it difficult to approach.Even if he puts on the mask of a playboy, he is not willing to really give his trust to others.

Alfred thinks he is 100% on Bruce's side, but even for him, it's hard to use 'good' to describe Bruce's attitude towards Bruce.

Regardless of Batman's identity, as an ordinary person, Bruce is really not very good to Bruce.

Comparing the two, Brucey, who was being made difficult, tried hard to keep up with the content of the meeting, which is really quite flattering.

At least Alfred liked it quite a bit.

Bruce's Wayne Manor is much colder than Wayne Manor in another world.In Wayne Manor, which Brussie is familiar with, there are servants talking and laughing during the day, brightly lit lights illuminating the dim night at night, and gentle parents who greet their children with smiles.

And Bruce's manor is always silent, hidden in the darkness, only the core part is flickering with a little light, as if waiting for its late returning master.

Bruce stood at the edge of the woods, staring at this familiar yet unfamiliar building for a long time.Among all the strange worlds, only Wayne Manor seemed to have a bit of familiarity.

Brucey is just a regular guy.When he came to a different world, he would naturally feel flustered, missing his loved ones, confusion and emptiness even more closely following him, making it almost impossible for him to break free.

It was a surprise that Bruce was able to accept and help him. Bruce didn't want to ask too much, as if he was insatiable—even though they had the title of peers, to put it bluntly, they were just strangers who had never met seven days ago. people only.

The man leaned against the tree trunk behind him and couldn't help sighing in the arms of the branches.

"What are you doing here?"

"Who?!"

He reacts like a child whose mind has been peeked out.Turning around, he met those blue eyes that were very similar to his own.

Bruce stood not far behind him, dressed in riding clothes and holding a horse in his hand, looking like he had just returned from hunting.

"..." Bruce seemed to want to roll his eyes, but held back, "Who else do you want to see in Wayne Manor?"

Probably the question Bruce asked was really nonsensical, and Bruce's tone couldn't help revealing a bit of irony.

Bruce smiled, embarrassed.

"I didn't hear the hooves..."

Bruce stared at him.

Bruce couldn't help but want to turn his head away.

The two of them are so much alike that they could even play each other.When the two face each other, it is no different from looking in a mirror.

It is probably an illusion caused by too similar appearance.Brucey felt that those eyes that were exactly the same as his own could see through his own thoughts—even though the other party was famous, he felt inexplicably that Bruce was the only one who could fully understand him.

Bruce didn't know what Bruce was thinking.

Batman can't read minds, after all.

But he also lost his own world, and Bruce can fully empathize.He was silent, and it was rare that he didn't put on the mask of a playboy, but took a look at Brucey as a Wayne who had lost his parents.

"Want to mount?" he asked.

"Huh?" Bruce asked.

Bruce in front of him didn't look like he usually did.

"Get on the horse, I'll take you back."

Bruce repeated.His tone returned to his usual self-willedness, as if it was natural for others to follow his wishes.

"...Okay." Brucey complied as expected.

In other words, since he suddenly appeared in Wayne Manor, he never refused Bruce's request.

Bruce got on his horse.

In the next second, Bruce's arm rested on the horse's back and landed firmly behind his back.

"Drive!" With a flick of the reins, the horse moved its limbs briskly and started to run extremely quickly.

The wind blew past the ears of the two, and Brucey never expected this to happen.He leaned back subconsciously, so as not to be thrown out when the horse turned, and he heard Bruce's whisper in his ear.

"It's not quite Wayne to be so independent all the time," he said.

Bruce was silent.Of course he knew, but overnight he changed from an heir of billions of dollars to a poor little fellow who depended on others. Even if he had any opinions in his heart, he would have to have capital before he could speak out... Otherwise, would he wait to be kicked out?

——He still counts on the capital of Wayne Enterprises to find a way to go back.

"...you seem different today than usual," he finally said.

Bruce laughed, probably laughing at Brucey's clumsy avoidance skills.Bruce's ears turned red slightly, and pretended he didn't hear it.

Fortunately, Bruce has no intention of continuing to dwell on this topic.

The man was driving the horse, and said in a casual tone, "how am I usually?"

"Playboy?" He snorted lightly, "Don't forget, I was originally an orphan."

Brussi is blocked.

He didn't know why Bruce brought it up suddenly, maybe he wanted to comfort himself?Reminiscent of the other party's usual style, it seems difficult to imagine Bruce Wayne seriously comforting others.

—He sounded like he was trying to find fault.

The atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.The sound of the wind whistled past my ears, as if it could take away all the melancholy.

Bruce was thinking about the other party's behavior in silence, and somehow he had a flash of inspiration, realizing that Bruce was probably comforting himself.

——Life as an orphan is difficult, let alone a young child worth billions of dollars?If it weren't for Ah Fu and the veterans in the company who were loyal to Wayne, I'm afraid Bruce would have been eaten by those wolves who coveted Wayne's family property as a child. Where would there be such a coveted luxury life now?

So... Bruce might want to say that he can understand his current mood?

Bruce thought uncertainly.

While thinking, the speed of the two gradually slowed down and stopped at the gate of the building complex.

Bruce was pulled off his horse by Bruce. Before walking into the hall, he looked at him hesitantly and whispered, "Thank you for your comfort?"

Bruce nodded and walked into the brightly lit foyer first.

——? ? ?

Bruce froze.

——Is that really consolation? ?

——No, whoever comforts someone sounds like finding fault?

The author has something to say: Bruce: Are you serious? !

Bat: Be confident, that's really not [calm]