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

Bruce used the tip of a pen to snap off the tiny copper wires on top of the monitors, rendering them useless.

Now, talking to Bruce doesn't have to worry about being monitored.

He put the Gotham Daily Journal aside.As Gotham's largest newspaper, and Wayne Enterprises holds shares, the Gotham Daily is relatively reliable...except for the entertainment section.

Bruce, who is often put on the top, doesn't quite believe this.

"I think 986 Bruce is a bit suspicious."

"I don't think he's a bad guy," Bruce said. "Besides, even if Bruce hides something, it doesn't have much to do with us."

Bruce was right.

They will stay in this world for another month at most, and even if there are really any secrets about 986 Bruce and Batman, it actually has little to do with them.

But Batman's prudence kept urging Bruce to investigate.Even if the final result proves that he is just being too sensitive, a conclusion supported by evidence is more reassuring for Bruce than a completely subjective judgment.

He frowned: "But..."

Bruce has committed the occupational disease of being Batman again.When Bruce heard the opening, he couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Trying to convince Batman in any emotional way is just wishful thinking.Bruce simply skipped the debate with Bruce and went straight to the point: "What do you think is suspicious about him? I don't think there is anything wrong with Bruce in this world."

"I think he's hiding his power." Bruce frowned.He had a hearty fight with 986 Bruce before, and he barely won in the end.

Theoretically speaking, very few people are able to hide their strength when fighting against themselves.But Bruce just felt that the Bruce of this world was hiding his strength—he felt that he could outperform the opponent because 986 Bruce deliberately induced this result.

"I think you're too sensitive," Brussie commented. "Why would he hide his strength? Does it do him any good?"

That's a real question - what good does hiding power do for 986 Bruce?

Unless he has something else to hide.

For example, a secret identity.

"But we already know his secret identity?"

"Isn't he a stand-in for Batman?"

"No, I think it may be more than this." Bruce said, "There may be a deeper, more hidden identity..."

"Don't you think Bruce is a villain? On the surface, he funds and helps Batman, but secretly commits all kinds of brutal crimes, becoming the most rampant criminal in Gotham, so as to attract Batman's attention?" Bruce said casually.

Bruce thinks Brucey has a good imagination.He held his forehead, a little helpless: "I don't think so."

"...Of course, this possibility cannot be completely ruled out."

Speechless, it was replaced by Bruce.

——Bruce really considered this possibility? !He fell silent in shock.

Bruce frowned and sorted through the fragments in his head.

Bruce always felt that he had actually caught some kind of clue, but he couldn't find it when he stepped forward.He carefully recalled the previous introduction of Bruce, and replayed the battle between himself and 986 Bruce.

"I always feel," Bruce hesitated, "this Bruce, does he still have a leg injury?"

He gestured several times for the actions of 986 Bruce during the battle.

It wasn't obvious when the two were fighting each other before, but Bruce could understand a little bit of his gestures in slow motion beside him.

"He seems to have been consciously avoiding attacks with his right leg?" Brucey also became puzzled. "There were a few attacks where he could use his right leg to block, but he just took a step back." Such a step back, in In the battle situation, it is not a simple avoidance.

Retreating when the offensive is fierce will not only slow down the rhythm of the shot, but also easily lose the initiative that was hard-won.

but--

"If Bruce is helping Batman on night patrol, is it normal for him to be injured occasionally?"

"No," Bruce denies, "he's definitely not been injured for more than a month—did he tell you about his injury?" He glanced at Bruce's expression.

"He didn't." Bruce confirmed.

"...That doesn't explain anything?" If Batman was injured because of his work, it seems normal to choose to conceal it?

"You're right." Bruce held his forehead.He was really a little tired. His brain, which has not rested for a long time, has been sending overload signals to his body. Now that he thinks about these details carefully, he only feels his head throbbing and throbbing.

"I always feel like something's wrong." Bruce frowned.

Bruce advised him: "Don't think so much for now, Bruce, you look like you're going to pass out at any moment."

Bruce nods.

"Today I will sleep in your room."

As he said, he took out a quilt from the cabinet and prepared to spread it on the floor.

"No need, you need to sleep on the bed." Brucey stopped, slowing down his voice, "You look too tired, Bruce."

Bruce looked up at him with blue eyes, without retorting.

It's not a big deal for two people of the same sex to sleep on the same bed. If it wasn't for the subconscious feeling that the pampered young master Bruce wouldn't like to sleep with others, Bruce wouldn't even consider sleeping on the floor.

Since Bruce himself has no opinion, Bruce naturally follows the advice.

He put the quilt on the bed.

Brucey, who has a regular biological clock, also felt sleepy. He turned off the light, glanced at Bruce in the moonlight outside, and turned to close the curtains.

The soft Simmons sank down, and it was Bruce who climbed up.

Bruce gave way in the opposite direction, and heard Bruce spread the quilt and get in.

"Good night?"

"Good night." Brucey replied in a daze.

A night without dreams.

After coming to another world, this was the first time that Bruce had slept so peacefully.

He buried his head in the quilt in a daze.

"Shhh."

The bright and dazzling sunlight shone on the big bed, and the cool air and fresh grass and trees outside the window also poured in, dispelling the warmth and drowsiness that had settled in the room all night.

"Time to wake up, Bruce." Bruce's voice.

"..."

Bruce reluctantly rolled himself up under the covers, lying on the bed in exactly the same position as Bruce.

"I'll sleep for another 5 minutes, please—" His mind was still blank, and he blurted out subconsciously.

Brucey blinked, and under the cover of the quilt, raised his eyes to peek at Bruce—this was the most frequent sentence Bruce said to Alfred when he was lying in bed.

Bruce smiled.

He caught Brucey's gaze, but didn't pierce it: "After 5 minutes?"

"Another 5 minutes...?" Brucie probed.

He gets a disapproving look from Bruce.

"Bruci—" The slightly elongated helpless tone, with a hint of warning, made Bruce sit up from the bed with the quilt in his arms.

"Okay, get up." Brucey was still a little dazed while wrapped in the quilt, his short, soft hair was curled in a natural way and curled up all around.

Those blue eyes that hadn't faded from sleep looked over with wetness——

Bruce: "I thought there was something wrong with it." He jumped back to the topic before going to bed last night, and his aura was also corrected, becoming more like Batman than Bruce.

The atmosphere suddenly became serious.

Brucey didn't become sober because of this, he looked at Bruce in confusion.

"The size gap between Bruce and Batman is too big," Bruce said. "Hasn't anyone questioned that?"

"Bruce Wayne should be easy to spot."

"But," Brussy yawned, "Batman is just a symbol, a criminal's fear...that's what you said."

"I guess size doesn't matter that much?"

Bruce was silent.

Having said that, there are always a few perverts who are only interested in themselves in the Batman uniform... There are also many heroes with cat ears, but some people in Arkham have not seen others trouble.

He didn't comment further on this point, but his expression didn't look like he was persuaded.

Bruce actually didn't want to persuade Bruce, he just felt that 986 Bruce didn't feel as much disobedience as Bruce said.

"Maybe this Bruce just wants to help Batman?" Bruce said, "like I want to help you? Maybe he just feels sorry for Batman's sacrifice?"

Bruce was silent for an unprecedented amount of time.

Long periods of silence.

Finally, Brucey was willing to put down the quilt on her body, stood up and began to change clothes.

"But they don't look like a couple." Bruce broke the silence abruptly.

"????" Bruce was stunned.

——How did you come up with that?

…Ah, yes, it seems that yesterday’s tabloid said something similar, even insinuating that a certain burly Batman in the night was Bruce Wayne.

In the report, this is an ironclad proof of the fairy love between Batman and 986 Bruce.

Brucey subconsciously blurted out: "But we're not a couple either?"

Bruce braced his forehead and smiled wryly.

He found that he didn't know when he was led astray by Brucey, and the gossip report yesterday was really damn convincing...

"I mean, it doesn't have to be love to want to help Batman?"

"Feel sorry,"

The two spoke at the same time.

Two pairs of identical blue eyes looked at each other, and Bruce turned to continue buttoning his shirt.

Bruce went on: "My mind was still on that story... the scar!" He suddenly remembered.

"Ok?"

"Scar, you said Bruce Wayne didn't have a scar on his chest." Bruce said, "That's why you always thought he was an ordinary person."

"However, since he occasionally replaces Batman's night patrol, there shouldn't be no traces on him—even if there are few, there should be." Bruce thought clearly, "We have to find a way to observe other positions."

Bruce: ...

He couldn't hold back the phrase 'how do you want to observe'.

Do not ask.

The question is that Batman must have a way.