[Zhongyingmei] Don't panic, I can still live!

It was the penultimate working day of this week, and Nimo looked at the name of the last appointment patient on the list with delight, feeling that the weekend was beckoning to him.Tomorrow is the last working day of this week, and when tomorrow's consultation is over, he will go to Jason.

The stinky kid has been away from home for a week, and according to Batman, he got a job working three shifts.So when Nemo went to watch the surveillance at the same time, sometimes he could not be found.

It seemed that he was living well without him.Nemo thought very unhappy, and even wanted to go to the Minor Protection Association to report the place where child labor was employed.

It's just that whenever he asked Batman where Jason worked, Batman always said that he hoped Jason could tell him personally, if he did, it would be very detrimental to the reconciliation of their conflicts.

Fine.

Nemo pressed the bell on the table to signal the last patient to come in for consultation.

A burst of extremely light female fragrance drifted over along with the graceful footsteps.Although women in the Eastern District can also wear perfume, most of them are very offensive and inferior fragrances. Moreover, women who come for consultation often don't deliberately dress up and wear perfume.

Nemo curiously looked up at the lady who had already sat down.He looked at the appointment name on his hand.

"Linda Sellers?"

The woman, who was dressed not at all from the East End, nodded to him: "Hello, Dr. Nemo."

Nemo suppressed the doubts in his heart, and asked routinely: "What's wrong with you?"

Ms. Sellers smiled gently at him: "I'm sorry, doctor, for taking up your time. In fact, I'm not here to see a doctor."

Nemo looked at her: "Then you are?"

"Don't you remember me?"

"Feel sorry?"

Sellers reminded: "Some time ago, clowns attacked a revolving restaurant. I almost lost my child because of physical reasons and being frightened. You helped me."

Nemo was taken aback for a moment, and finally remembered this.

Oops.At that time, she was sent to the gate of the police station, but she was completely forgotten and then cast a forgetting spell on her.

Linda Sellers looked at Nemo's instantly vigilant expression, and immediately said, "Don't worry, I won't tell the story."

Nemo looked at her suspiciously, and asked, "Then why are you here today?"

The woman took out an invitation card from her handbag: "This is a charity reception held by my husband. The time is tomorrow. I hope you will appreciate it."

Nemo didn't answer, he looked at the woman suspiciously: "Why did you invite me?"

Sellers said: "My husband was also a survivor of the attack that day. After the crisis was over, he found me in the hospital. I told him that an unknown well-meaning person rescued me and covered me. I left beforehand. I thought there was a huge crowd and I would never find my benefactor again, but I never thought you were with Mr. Wayne, I saw your face in the entertainment report, and I confirmed that you are the one who saved me."

Sellers once again put the invitation on the table and pushed it in front of him: "Our child has been born smoothly, and my husband and I want to thank the person who helped me at that critical moment—that is, you, this time At the charity reception, part of our family’s donation will be donated to your clinic. I hope our money can help you help more people in need.”

Nemo looked at the invitation card with a bronzing edge, and hesitated: "Actually, you don't need to thank me. Anyone who is capable of helping will do so at that time."

Cyrus shook his head and said, "At least I rarely meet such people in Gotham, doctor, you deserve this gratitude."

Well, for the money's sake.

Nemo nodded: "Then I'd rather be obedient than respectful."

Cyrus laughed: "That won't bother you, see you tomorrow night."

"Goodbye."

After sending Linda Sellers away, he was just about to put up the closed sign, when he saw a familiar figure standing not far away.

"Dick," Nemo called him.

Dick walked up to Nemo and was led into the house with his arms around his shoulders.

"Why are you here? Don't you go to school?"

"Today we have an early holiday."

"Hmm. I remember that you are already in the 12th grade. Have you already received an offer? If you are, you will definitely go to Gotham University. This is the best school in Gotham." Nemo chatted with him while tidying up his things .

"I applied to Hudson."

Nemo stopped what he was doing and looked at him suspiciously: "What?"

"I'm here today to tell you that after the semester is over, I'm leaving Gotham. Hudson University is located in New Paltz, New York, about 200 kilometers away from Gotham. In addition to winter and summer vacations, I may It's hard to go back to Gotham." Dick calmly told Nemo about his decision.

"Bruce and Batman, do they know about your decision?" Nemo asked.

Dick shook his head: "I haven't told them yet."

Nemo looked at him and asked, "Did you make this decision because you're not allowed to be Robin?"

Dick looked sluggish, a different person than he had been when he was full of energy.

"Not quite," he said.

He sat on a chair against the wall, and narrated slowly and calmly: "I have lived in the Wayne House since I was 8 years old, and then I was trained by Batman as Robin, and then guarded the house with him. Gotham, until today. The most important thing in my life seems to be Robin. I follow B... Batman, look up to him, copy his ideal and become my ideal, but now I am deprived of it This identity and ideal. I no longer know who I am."

Nemo listened quietly without speaking.

"I suddenly realized that from becoming Robin to not being allowed to be Robin anymore, Batman was helping me decide all the way. Just because protecting Gotham is only his ideal. He can decide whether anyone is qualified or not. Carry on his ideals. I don't want to do that anymore."

After finishing speaking, Dick looked up, showing his handsome smile that although young, has already fascinated many girls: "Maybe this is also a chance, I can leave Gotham, leave Bruce and Batman, and leave everything here. I I want to find my own, true ideal. This ideal belongs only to me and will not be deprived by anyone.”

Nemo didn't know how to persuade him, so he came over and sat next to Dick and asked him, "What if Bruce objects, you know, he is your legal guardian after all."

"I'm almost eighteen, and when I'm over eighteen, he's no longer my guardian," Dick replied.

Perhaps there was a Jason who had run away from home for comparison. Nemo put himself in the shoes of Bruce and thought about Bruce's mood when he heard the news.

Well, I kind of sympathize with him.

Nemo patted him on the shoulder: "Since you have already made up your mind, I can't change your mind. I can only wish you to find what you want."

Dick smiled, "Thank you."

"What's there to be thankful for? I just became a tree hole for a while. I didn't help you, and I didn't help Bruce. You know, Batman came to me before. I hope I can chat with you more. .”

Dick looked at him in surprise.

"Don't be so surprised, it's true. Batman and Bruce, they... actually really love you. If you have decided to leave Gotham to study, I suggest you tell them as soon as possible instead of leaving Then suddenly give them this 'surprise'. You know, when people are excited, their mouths are often not controlled by their brains. And—"

Nemo organized his language before saying: "People tend to save their worst side to the closest person, and the most hurtful words will also hurt the person they love the most at the most inappropriate time."

Dick thought for a moment before he said, "I see. I'll tell them well. I won't hurt them deliberately with angry words."

He sighed slightly: "I love them too. But it's really hard for me to stay in Gotham now. I know that Batman is going to watch the night every day, but I can only stay at home. I'm afraid that after a long time, I would really resent them."

Nemo also sighed, he didn't understand why children of this age are so persistent in becoming a hero.Echoing it carefully, the memory of the previous life is already very blurred.After all, a 24-year-old doesn't remember every thought he had when he was 14, and he died once.Perhaps the all-out effort in the previous life had burned all his youthful nature.

After sending Dick away, Nemo had another ordinary night as a single dog.Study potions, then take a shower and go to bed, open the phone app before going to bed to see what Jason is doing.

Ha, so perverted.

He rolled his eyes at himself as he brushed his teeth in the mirror.

Early the next morning, someone brought him a suit.It is said that a lady specially prepared it for him to attend the reception at night.

Nemo knew that this was the kindness released by Linda Sellers, so he didn't refuse.

When he arrived at the reception, the dinner had already started, but since he was holding a VIP invitation, the waiter at the door still kindly led him into the hall.

Linda Sellers and her husband had seen Nemo as he entered, and they walked toward him, arm in arm.

Mr. Sellers thanked him again, and Nemo returned the gift politely.Next, he said that most of the people who came to the reception today are big figures who have the right to speak in Gotham's medical system. If Nemo is interested, he can bring Nemo to make some useful contacts.

Nemo declined his proposal, the three exchanged pleasantries for a while, and the husband and wife apologized and went to greet other guests.

No one in Nemole knew him.Anyway, he has already come, so he accepted the heavy and sincere thanks from Mr. and Mrs. Sellers, and then just find a corner where no one pays attention to eat and drink.

In the past, at the Holy Magic Academy, there would be one or two festivals worth celebrating almost every quarter. At that time, the students and teachers would dance and play in the auditorium to their heart's content, and there would be unlimited delicious dishes.Speaking of which, Nemo never participated in this kind of reception again.

He happily ate a round of dessert first, then picked up a glass of martini, and while drinking casually, he scanned for any other foods he was interested in.

Then, he was caught off guard, and saw a figure walking towards the corner with few people, which was in the direction of himself, while exchanging greetings——Bruce Wayne.

Bruce at the reception always had a decent and sweet smile on his face. He was so shining and so false, like a phantom created by a collective mind.

In the past, Nemo might have been blinded by his performance, but since Dick was injured and Bruce appeared in front of him again, Nemo began to understand that this was just Bruce's disguise and mask.Like Batman, he locked his real self in a cage called the skin.

Just as he was about to sneak away, Bruce saw him of course.

There was a flash of surprise on the face of this handsome Gotham baby, and then a brighter smile, and he walked towards him at a faster pace, making Nemo unable to run away even if he wanted to.

"Hi, doctor, we meet again." Bruce squeezed his shoulder pretending to be affectionate, and gave him a hug that seemed enthusiastic but was actually extremely restrained.

The corners of Nemo's mouth twitched, feeling that this person should actually develop his acting career, maybe he will become the well-deserved actor in the United States.

"Everyone, I haven't seen the doctor for a long time, please give us a chance to catch up on the past alone?" Bruce raised his smile again, looking sweetly and flatteringly at the people around who were eager to come over to greet.

Everyone turned their attention to Nemo, and part of them recognized that this was another leading actor in Bruce's previous scandal. After some whispering, everyone gave Bruce this convenience with ambiguous and understanding eyes.

Nemo: ...

Bruce led him without hesitation, and led him to the balcony of the banquet hall.

Outside the balcony is the owner's garden. Because it is not in flowering season, it is just a piece of lush greenery now.

"Why are you here?" Bruce asked.

Nemo wanted to fight back, why can't I be here?But after thinking about it, in his capacity, appearing here is indeed an outlier, so he said, "This is an invitation from a rich friend. I'm a doctor in the country, so I'm here to increase my knowledge."

Bruce choked: "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

Nemo smiled and drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp. He waved to the passing waiter outside the balcony and took another glass from the tray.

Bruce looked at him drinking, and he remembered that when he was Batman, he went to Nemo for several days in a row, he smelled of strong alcohol, and persuaded: "This alcohol has a strong aftertaste, you should drink less. "

Nemo turned his head sideways, looked at him sideways, and then spoke slowly: "Since you let me hide, can you also say a few words less?"

Bruce looked at him, then chuckled.

"it is good."

The two of them didn't speak, just lying on the balcony and looking at the dark green belt. This situation is also quite weird.

When Nemo drank his third glass, Bruce held his hand that took the glass from the tray: "Stop drinking."

Nemo didn't resist him, and let go of his hand obediently.

Bruce waved the waiter away, and Nemo gave him another gouging look: "You and Batman are indeed brothers, they are both annoying."

Bruce: ...

"Didn't realize you were still an alcoholic," Bruce teased.

"When we were in school, we would have various festivals and banquets every quarter. The fruit wine at the banquets was very low, but everyone was very happy. Some people were often carried to the dormitory when they were drunk. Since When I came to Gotham, I have never participated in this kind of banquet again, and the taste of the wine at the reception today is very similar to when I was in school." Nemo blushed, talking intermittently, not sure if he was answering Bruce's question.

Bruce ran through his words in his mind, quickly grasping the doubts.His voice was softer and calmer: "Which school did you go to?"

"Holy..." Nemo said a word, and suddenly realized.Alcohol made him lose his old cautiousness, but luckily it wasn't a big deal.He looked at Bruce, and slowly showed a dull smile: "Bruce, you are very bad, just play with me."

Bruce didn't deny it either: "As far as I know, you never went to school after you came to Gotham with your mother. However, a person who has never gone to school actually knows "Lonhengrin" and can recite Shakespeare's lines, Don't you feel suspicious yourself?"

Nemo thought for a while, suddenly realized.I didn't expect Bruce's observation ability to be so strong, so he countered: "A playboy who has been stamped by the public, is useless, the vase president, and has meticulous observation skills, you are also quite suspicious.

Bruce raised his eyebrows. He held up the glass that had been held all night, and the liquid in the glass didn't drop much. The translucent amber liquid in this glass passed through the dark garden to his brother. Tan pays tribute to the lights shrouded in the lingering fog all year round.

"Then we two suspects are a match made in heaven." His voice sounded casual.

Nemo looked at him from the side. Bruce's side face was unparalleled in the hazy night. His blue eyes, which seemed to be smiling at any time, were so cold and distant when no one was watching.Everyone's darling in Gotham doesn't look that accessible right now.

Apart from his family, I may be the only one who has seen such Bruce.

With the secret pleasure of seeing a secret that belongs to only one person, under the heat of alcohol, Nemo reached out and caught Bruce's wrist holding the wine glass and slowly pulled it towards him.

Bruce didn't resist, and his wine glass was raised to Nemo's lips. The drunken magician took his hand, bit the wine glass, and then swallowed the wine in his glass with a slight force on his hand.

The golden liquid flowed from the corner of his lips and sank into his neckline.

Bruce's eyes moved slightly.

With a lift of his fingers, it took little effort to break free of Nemo's grip on his wrist.

"You can't drink any more, I'll take you back." After saying that, he took Nemo's shoulders.

Nemo followed his posture and put his hands on Bruce's shoulders sideways.

"Are you reluctant to part with the wine in your hand?" Nemo asked with a smile, the corners of his eyes were already red with the smell of wine.

"No."

Bruce's hands were half-hanging in the air, not daring to hug him back, fearing that the gun would go off like this.

"Or, do you prefer to fill me with your wine?"

It was rare for Bruce to be picked as a star in the field of flirting, and he was speechless for a while.

He put his head close to Nemo's ear, his voice almost gnashing his teeth: "Do you know that someone is secretly taking pictures?"

Nemo's alcohol smell and voice smoked the side of Bruce's face together, he said casually and nonchalantly: "I know, but isn't this also just to help you strengthen your character design?"

Bruce didn't speak, he slowly let go of his fingers, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.

The glass muffled softly on the carpet, and the remaining liquid quickly seeped into the expensive wool carpet.

A waiter heard the noise, came in quietly, squatted down, picked up the wine glass and cleaned the ground.

Bruce, on the other hand, puts his best foot forward and doesn't care about the bystanders around him at all.

He almost pressed against Nemo's earlobe, and said in a low voice just enough for the nearest waiter to hear: "Do you want to be filled so much?"

Nemo took a breath in a low voice. Because of the itching in his earlobe, he wanted to escape, but Bruce firmly fixed him in place.

"Hmm, who wouldn't want to drink from Bruce Wayne's collection?"

Bruce laughed lowly.

No matter how rich the ladies of Gotham are in the bedroom, they are always dignified and reserved when they are well-dressed. Therefore, in the face of Nemo's almost explicit provocation, Bruce can only fight.He grabbed the opponent's waist, pushed him to the junction of the balcony railing and the wall, lowered his head and bit his lip.

"That's as you wish."

The waiter finally finished cleaning up the mess on the ground and withdrew after an extremely long time.The kiss that happened in the dark corner of the balcony in the side hall of the banquet also gradually separated while panting.

The two of them were very close, and Bruce pecked Nemo's gorgeous lips again because of the kiss.

"They're all gone," he gasped.

Nemo leaned on his shoulder and said nothing.

Bruce exhaled lightly, and repeated what he had said today: "I'll take you back."

Nemo lied on the side of his neck and smiled softly.

"Bruce."

"Ok?"

"Look down, look below."

Bruce lowered his head subconsciously, then looked away awkwardly.

"Wayne's wine cellar is already welcoming me as a guest, why don't you take me to have a look?"

Bruce finally let out a sigh of resignation.

He put his arms around Nemo and walked out as unobtrusively as possible.

Alfred had already driven to wait at the gate of the manor.Bruce covers the roof of the car and sends Nemo into the back seat, then sits next to him himself.

"Master Bruce, do you want to send Master Carlos back to the clinic first?" Alfred asked calmly.

Nemo felt hot. He had already pulled off his tie and undid the three buttons of his shirt. He looked at Bruce jokingly, as if he was asking, do you really want to send me back?

Bruce rubbed his forehead and pressed the button on the car's partition.

"No, go directly to the manor."

"Okay, sir."

He didn't turn his eyes away, but slowly started the engine and drove towards Wayne Manor.

……

Nemo had a strange dream. In the dream, he lived in the zoo, and an elephant slept next to him with its nose on his chest.He was so overwhelmed that he still had time to think. Don't elephants sleep standing up?Why is there such a need to put the nose?

Then he woke up.

The one sleeping next to him was not an elephant, but a narrow-shouldered Gotham rich man covered in scars.There is no elephant's nose on the chest, but a muscular arm that does not look light.

Nemo's memory came back, and he finally remembered the series of conversations and "interactions" that happened last night.

At this time, I have to admit that being able to lose memory after sobering up is really a very high-end talent. People like him who can remember everything after sobering up are really envious.

He turned his head to look at Bruce, who still had his eyes closed. He was sleeping soundly, and he could hear a slight snoring sound when he listened carefully.

The author says:

Two in one today~

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