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

No one will ever know what Batman thinks.

This statement applies to all Batmen.The only possible exception, is when you're an alternate Batman.

Once Bruce couldn't understand what was going on in Bruce's head, and now—he was Batman.Although inexperienced, Gotham is far less difficult than Bruce, and there are even like-minded people in various fields to help...

But he's Batman now.

Therefore, it is not uncommon to be able to barely read the default intention in Bruce's reply.

Yes, by default.

In Bruce's reply, there is not a single word of Martha's letter mentioned in the whole article, and even half a sentence does not mention emotional issues.

Wait, no, if the sentence 'about the matter you are particularly concerned about, I think it may need to be considered more carefully' counts, then Bruce still showed his attitude.

...Although it is suffocatingly obscure.

In this letter, which is all about Gotham, who would think that this sentence alone is responding to a relationship problem—it’s like Bruce trying to find countless topics like squeezing toothpaste, and finally he was awkward Say a word of confession.

If it hadn't been for Bruce knowing that he hadn't mentioned anything of particular concern.

If it weren't for Bruce not saying 'don't continue to write letters, it may break the balance of space' throughout the whole article.

If not...

Well, from this point of view, Bruce's attitude is actually very obvious.

You know, for Batman, thinking about something is basically a prelude to agreeing-in fact, he has already agreed to it in his heart, but he just needs more time to think about the method of implementation.

I don't know if Xi Shi is in the eye of the beholder, or if there is some strange filter.Brucey couldn't help imagining the way Bruce frowned when he wrote from the sharp strokes on the page-was he wearing Batman's armor?still none?

The space machine is placed in the watchtower, so it should be wearing armor?

Thinking of Bruce, who looked like Batman, seriously wrote a letter and promised to fall in love with him, Bruce couldn't hold back his smile.

"What are you thinking, Batman?"

Gordon frightened Brucey's heart skip a beat.

He hastily pressed down the corner of his lips and turned his head.

The big dark blue bat squatted on the iron railing of the roof, looking like it was about to fall at any time.

Gordon, who was used to Batman's posture, was not worried. He stared at Bruce: "Stop pretending, do you know you just laughed?"

"..." Brucey touched the letter paper inside the cloak, and the corners of his lips twitched, "No, I didn't smile." Batman replied with his deep hoarse voice that could scare a crying child.

"You laughed, and you wanted to laugh just now." Gordon showed a see-through look.

Bruce pursed his lips and fixed Gordon with a stern Batman gaze.

"I didn't laugh."

His voice sounded like he usually threatened criminals.

Gordon stepped forward, leaned against the railing beside him, took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

"Tell me, Bat." Gordon has quite the right to speak-after all, compared with Batman's three years of relationship history with no ambiguous object, anyone can be called experienced.

"Are you in a relationship?"

Batman's deep blue eyes stared at him, trying to fight off his friend's desire to gossip with his eyes.

If it's Bruce here, it probably works.But the Gordon of this world almost watched Batman grow up.He has seen the youthful and bewildered look of Bruce Bat when he first came to hand over the prisoner; he has also seen the appearance of Batman succinctly speaking to the prisoner now, with his ferocious iron fist smashing down——

Let's not mention this change that I don't know whether it is good or bad.In short, Gordon didn't have much awe of Brussie's bat: "If you really fall in love, I can help you as a staff officer."

He smiled and lowered his head to light the cigarette: "Although my experience may not be useful, it's still better than a little chick in love for the first time—"

A gust of wind brushed Gordon's face, and then the horns of Batman's dark blue cape flashed out of sight.

Batman jumped down from the rooftop, and the dark blue smoothly disappeared into the night of Gotham without a trace.

Gordon paused and shrugged: "Fine, another bad habit of Batman." He lowered his head and took a breath of the cigarette, the smoke he exhaled blurred the night in front of him and covered Gordon's raised smile.

——How difficult it is to see Batman deflated.

The gust of wind generated by the downward fall whizzed past his ears, lifting Bruce's wholesale forehead and at the same time lowering the temperature on his face.Bruce is glad that he left decisively enough, otherwise Batman's calm and self-possessed image would be ruined because of his blushing——

Oh no, wait.

Brucey suddenly remembered that his face was covered by a helmet. Even if he blushed, Gordon would never have Superman's clairvoyance to detect this...

— Mistake.

As he thought about it, he quickly turned over and landed on the platform below, and rolled to lose his strength.

"You should take a little buffer." A voice judged objectively.

Bruce froze.

The cement under the palm was obviously solid and stable, but it felt like it was pressed into a ball of cotton, and the whole thing became floating.Bruce wondered if he even wobbled unsteadily—no, that seemed too unreliable.

"Bruce?!"

Brucey obviously wanted to make himself look more stable, at least to show his progress over the years in front of Bruce, instead of looking like a young boy.

He should have stood up slowly and calmly, and greeted his senior face-to-face—a gentle and friendly kind.By the way, express your surprise and longing—in a mature and restrained way.

But in fact, Brucey almost jumped up from the ground, and called the opponent's name viciously with the hoarse voice that belonged to Brucey's bat after the voice change.

——It was so fierce that it seemed that it was about to say: 'I'll knock your head off! '

Bruce choked. "Uh, Batman." He lowered his voice, forgetting to turn off the voice changer again.

"Cough," it finally became normal this time, "Why are you here?"

Bruce is wearing black Batman armor, with only the lower half of his face exposed.Bruce could see the corner of the other's lips slightly raised.

Probably because he was not in his own world, Bruce Bat seemed a little more relaxed.He chuckled in Bruce's voice, seeming to be entertained by Bruce's stunned reaction.

"As I said, we need to have a more serious discussion," he said.

"About—that matter."

Bruce caught a smile in Batman's blue eyes.