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

"What?" Bruce asked subconsciously.

Bruce looks at him.

"I also remembered a bit of the battle, is there anything else I should remember?"

no, no.Bruce lowered his eyes, then looked up after a pause.With a smile in his eyes: "Why do you suddenly want to change the armor to black?"

"Because—" Brucey thought for a while, "I think you're right, this livery is a bit too flashy now, and it's not suitable for combat."

"Especially in an environment that requires concealment." The blue armor is also more conspicuous than the Batmen in the smoke/bombs, and even Hydra's strafing shots are mostly in his direction-at that time Under normal circumstances, this is naturally beneficial to Bruce and the others, but without Bruce and the others, it would be easy to break through such concentrated firepower.

Bruce didn't expect this to be the reason.

After all, black is the standard color of Batman, and Brucey showed his special feelings for himself in the memory palace... He thought Brucey suddenly wanted to change the color, and it had something to do with him.

However, Bruce didn't want Bruce to continue to develop in the direction of a fighter.

In a few days, when Tony has adjusted the reactor, Brucey will be able to return to his original world.From then on, Batman, Iron Man, Justice League and Avengers have nothing to do with Brucey - he will still be the carefree and pampered Wayne, not the Avengers doctor, Batman's friend, Catman...or whatever.

As an episode in Brucey's life, there is no need for them to continue to carve marks on each other.

"But you don't need to be in a fight," Bruce said.He told Bruce what Tony said yesterday, "Tony has corrected your space coordinates, and the positioning and checking process are over. You will soon return to your original life."

Bruce looked relaxed, and even smiled: "I don't think your original life required such a high-intensity battle?"

--what?

Bruce was visibly taken aback.

Bruce stood up, and Brucey quickly followed. The two walked through the corridor one after the other, and sat down at the small coffee table with two chairs.

The bright sunshine shines on the balcony, drying out the rattan chairs with a warm fragrance of grass and trees.The cushions on the chairs are soft enough to sink into lazily.The glass coffee table in the middle is also small, with a diameter of less than one meter, so that the two of them can almost touch it—this is more intimate than the huge dining table.

Brucey was still thinking about the news just now: "Has it been done? So soon?"

Although I have long been mentally prepared to go back, and I have a lot of expectations for going back, but at this time, it seems that there will always be boundless reluctance to spread.

He couldn't help but glance sideways at Bruce.

The daily lack of sleep did not diminish Wayne's handsomeness. He sat in the sun, his soft short hair was coated with a golden soft light by the sun.Bruce lowered his eyes slightly and stared at the distant woods, as if he was thinking, but he didn't.

Bruce looked up.

Bruce's eyes slid across Bruce's smooth and full forehead, sharp and firm eyebrows, and met blue eyes as calm as the deep sea.Down, there is a finely sculpted straight nose bridge and lips.

It's thin, like someone painted and painted the rose after blooming.

Bruce knew that when the other party smiled, the curve of the corner of his lips was so sweet that it seemed to be soaked in honey-although Bruce really rarely smiled.

Although it was a face he could see in the mirror every day, Bruce just thought Bruce looked better than himself.

He noticed that Bruce pursed his lips, probably a little bit reluctant to leave?

——However, as Batman, maybe Bruce is not as emotional as himself?

Bruce was not sure.

His eyes lingered on Bruce for a long time.

Going back to a parallel world is not the same as going on a trip.Traveling, even from the United States to London, it takes only a dozen hours to come back, but when you return to your own world, you may not have the opportunity to see Bruce and the others again.

"Probably next week."

"..." Bruce was silent.

This is too fast!

He still has so many people who haven't said goodbye, haven't prepared parting gifts, and haven't left enough souvenirs.Most importantly, there is no...

Brucey's gaze suddenly became extraordinarily present, causing Bruce to look sideways.He raised his eyebrows suspiciously and looked back: "What's wrong?"

Bruce smiled at him: "Is there any chance for us to meet again?"

"uncertain."

Bruce is matter-of-fact.

"The space barrier is becoming stronger, and we are not sure what will happen in the end." In other words, if the wall separating different parallel worlds becomes too thick, even Bruce and the others still have the idea of ​​meeting Bruce. , that can't be done either—

Besides, Bruce has no plans to go to Bruce's world.

Different parallel worlds have their own rhythms and trajectories. Unless there are special circumstances, Batman is not willing to break this balance.

Bruce clearly understood what he meant.

Bruce watched the blue eyes that expected no answer dim, overwhelmed by disappointment.

Brucey subconsciously hugged his arms, as if trying to calm his sudden depression.Disappointment and reluctance bound him more tightly than the slim shirt on his body, causing Brucey to subconsciously breathe lightly.

"So," he said softly, "we'll probably never see each other again, right?"

"..."

Batman's rigor made it difficult for Bruce to give a definite answer.He doesn't know what state the space barrier will be in at the end, and... what if there is an accident?What if one day, you need to go to Bruce's world?

Of course he could respond to Bruce with a white lie.But Bruce didn't want to do that.

"Maybe there will be a chance to meet again." He said cautiously.

But this did not appease Bruce, he still said sleepily: "Oh."

silence.

silence.

Bruce couldn't think of words that would make Bruce feel better.He paused and brought up the previous topic: "Why do you want black?" To make the armor less conspicuous, you only need to remove the crystal sand in the painting and change the paint surface to matte.

Bruce froze for a moment before realizing what he was saying.

"Because your armor is black?" He pulled himself together again, "I think, since you chose black, it must be because it is better?"

Bruce paused.

He didn't know if it was because he knew the reason for leaving, but he always felt that there seemed to be a little hint in Bruce's words.But when he looked at Brucey, the other party's eyes were frank, and he looked straight back, which didn't seem to have any ambiguous meaning.

——Could it be that after knowing that Bruce likes him, he is a little too sensitive?

Bruce felt a rare sense of bewilderment.

"I think your current color is fine, you don't need to change it to mine."

Bruce realized that Bruce was right.

Now that he was going back, there was really no need to change the appearance of the armor for the convenience of fighting - as the sole heir of the Wayne family and working as a doctor in his own hospital, he really had no chance of participating in the battle.

This pair of armor will probably only be a commemoration of this journey in the future.

I feel a little melancholy when I think about it.

"Then dark blue." He gave up his previous thoughts, "just don't flash like this anymore."

Bruce nods.

Bruce stared at him for a long while, and couldn't help but say, "Bruce, I will miss you."

Bruce stares at him, softening his expression

"I can do it too."

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