[Comprehensive British and American] Flying around the sun

"...To be honest, don't you think the passenger seat is a bit cramped?" In an awkward silence, Audrey tugged on her seat belt, trying to bring up the topic.

"Robin fits nicely," Batman said.The streets of Gotham in the middle of the night are filled with darkness and silence, and the Batmobile drives smoothly through the criss-crossing streets and alleys.

Audrey looked at Batman's profile.The Dark Knight looked much more relaxed than when we first met. He was staring intently at the road ahead, and the shallow groove on his chin could be seen when the corners of his lips were flattened.She said: "But he's still a kid, he doesn't look like he's taller than 1.4 meters - well, wait, I think I get what you mean."

Batman raised his eyebrows, although Audrey couldn't see him under the cover of the mask. "What do I mean?" He turned the steering wheel and said casually.

"No one can share your Bat business. I bet you have an ejection mechanism under this seat for you to eject disobedient passengers - I'm kidding." Batman shot her a disapproval With a look in her eyes, Audrey raised her hand knowingly to end the cold joke.

Just when the atmosphere fell into silence again, Batman suddenly raised his hand and said, "If you want, I can eject you right now."

"Are you kidding me!" Audrey said in disbelief, clutching her seat belt, and watched as Batman reached out and pressed a silver button on the car, "Hey—bat!"

Of course there is no ejection device activated, what is activated by the button is the music player.A blues song played, and Audrey relaxed and leaned on the uncomfortable chair back again.

"I'm really kidding," Batman said slightly teasingly, though he wasn't laughing himself.For some reason, Audrey let out a chuckle and rolled her eyes: "Bat's taste in music, huh?"

"What's your opinion on that?"

"No. I'd say I quite like it."

The Batmobile turned around a dark street, and then drove into a road that Audrey was somewhat familiar with.Audrey sat up straight, a gust of wind swept over the roof of the convertible Batmobile, and the snow particles hit the backs of the two of them evenly.

"What are you doing?" Batman shuddered not so obviously, and asked in a deep voice.

"I didn't make that gust of wind!" Audrey said, reaching out to wipe the snow off the back of her head, and turning to look at Batman, "This is the way to Wayne Manor. Are you Bruce Wayne? "

"I thought it was your first time in Gotham."

"I do! But that doesn't mean I don't know Wayne Manor. Are you really Bruce?"

"I don't usually talk about my name while I'm in uniform," Batman said. "It's a pretty dangerous thing to reveal who you really are...well, I do."

Audrey let out a long sigh, fell on the seat, and covered her face with her hands.

"God," she said muffled, "I almost beat Bruce Wayne."

"You can't do that, you look like a kindergarten kid imitating Tyson," Batman corrected, "that alone can't beat me. But even if you did, you would It doesn't matter. I'm sure there are countless people in the world lining up to beat up Bruce Wayne."

The Batmobile drove into Wayne Manor, most of the lights were dimmed, only a few windows showed warm lights.Audrey looked at this ancient but beautiful building with an expression between admiration and bewilderment, and murmured: "Not including me... I will never want to beat you up."

Batman paused, did not speak, and stopped the car.He led Audrey into the manor, where Alfred was waiting.

"I'll go change my clothes first and let Ah Fu entertain you." Batman said, and the British gentleman butler greeted him with an impeccable and friendly smile.

"Miss Lewis, please follow me to the living room." The butler introduced himself, bent slightly, and handed Audrey a large clean and soft towel in due course, "Hot cocoa or juice? It's late at night, tea and Coffee can affect the quality of your sleep."

Audrey took the towel and wiped her hair.Facing this gentle and polite old man, she showed a sincere smile: "Just call me Audrey. Juice is just fine. Thank you, Alfred. Can I call you Alfred?"

They walked into the living room, and Damian was sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace with his back to them, showing only the back of his black head.

"Hello, Damian," Audrey said. "Hope I didn't hurt you."

Damian turned his head and stared at Audrey with a frown as he walked around his sofa and sat down not far away. "Hello, Lewis." He nodded reluctantly as a greeting, and then emphasized viciously, "You can't hurt me. Your martial arts are too weak! I just didn't try my best."

"Master Damian." Alfred said disapprovingly, and he gently placed a plate of biscuits and two glasses of juice on the coffee table, "It's better not to talk about this when entertaining guests. Miss Audrey, Please allow me to fix the cloak for you."

Audrey took off the wet cloak and handed it to Alfred, and said gratefully: "Thank you so much, Alfred." She turned to Damian, and said with a smile: "Then I hope I don't see you in real life." It looks like, your father's petty fights have already made me choked up enough."

"That's not a joke." Bruce Wayne came down the stairs in his house clothes, his black hair was tidied up and hung loosely in front of his eyes.He looked handsome and tired in the light of the fireplace.Damian called his father respectfully, and then folded his arms dissatisfied with Audrey.

"Did you really want to knock me down?" Audrey said with her eyes wide open while holding the cup, "We just met for the first time."

"What do you think?" Damian said. "A special kind of welcome?"

"I thought you were just probing, or, uh." Audrey shrugged, "As you said. Gotham's meeting process for outsiders?"

"It seems that you and Superman are indeed the same way." Damian said sarcastically, but because of this description, Audrey showed him a bright smile and made him shut up again.

Bruce sat down by the fireplace, crossed his fingers on his knees, and stared intently at Audrey with steel blue eyes: "I didn't ask you just now. Audrey, where do you store the kryptonite and clown gas?" ?”

Audrey sat up straight and touched her back unconsciously.There's a multipurpose storage tank adorned to the belt of her uniform. "It's all on me," she said.

"If you trust me, I want you to let me handle it," Bruce said. "It's not that I don't trust you in the way you handle it. It's just that there are some special equipment in the Batcave for these things, I think. It will be more convenient."

"It's too late now, Master Bruce." Alfred folded the washed, dried and ironed cloak and handed it to Audrey, and brought Bruce a glass of milk at the same time, "I miss you and Both Master Damian and Miss Audrey need to rest." He turned to Audrey and said gently: "The night is already very late, Miss Audrey. Please allow me to go overboard. Rest at En Manor for the night."

Bruce sighed helplessly, and resignedly picked up the milk glass.

"Okay, Alfred. Audrey, we'll discuss this tomorrow." He gulped down the milk like medicine, put down the glass and said, "—is it okay?" He added at last.

Audrey took the cloak and put it on her lap.The cloak, which had been ironed, was warm and soft against her legs, making her feel safe and relaxed. "Don't talk about it tomorrow," she said. "I'll give you the kryptonite and the gas. But it's too late. See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow." Bruce smiled for the first time of the night, a smile that made his demeanor seem a lot calmer.They each say good night, and Bruce pushes Damian back into the room with a half-arm on Damian's shoulders, making sure he needs sleep too.Audrey thanked Alfred again, closed the door of the guest room, and fell down on the big soft bed.

She stared at the ceiling illuminated by the warm yellow light of the bedside lamp.The intricate carvings on the ceiling reminded her of the dilapidated and deserted Wayne Manor in the world of Flashpoint.At the end of the corridor they just passed by, the Wayne couple hugged little Bruce and smiled at her in the portrait.

She stared at the faces of the Waynes in the portrait, and unconsciously imagined the cold outline of Thomas wearing the Batman mask in her mind, and the crazy smile of Martha, who was green-haired and white-skinned, dressed as a clown.She will always trust Batman, just as she will always trust Superman.She would never try to hurt Batman, any more than she would never try to hurt Superman—

"Bruce, your parents love you," she whispered, closing her eyes.

After a while, she opened her eyes again, and took out her forgotten mobile phone from the storage jar.The screen is already filled with missed calls and text messages.First, there were a few calls from my mother who were worried, and the text messages ranged from "Little Li, where have you been? I found you were not in the room" to "Have a nice date, dear, I found the Christmas card on your desk", and the last one was "Then when can I See you bring 'Dear Clark' back? ;-)”

Audrey covered her eyes and let out a low moan.At least it's better than being found out by her mother that her daughter hacked into the police station's communication network and then flew out of the window from time to time to act bravely, she thought comfortingly, and opened Clark's text message.

"Good evening, Audrey. Did you enjoy seeing your family?"

“[Image] Kansas always has a lot of snow every year. If you come to play in winter, you can experience the tranquility of being in the snow quietly covered by snow. It feels almost as good as lying in a golden wheat field. "

"Audrey? Are you busy? ;-("

"Maybe you're already asleep? Have a good night's sleep. Good night."

Audrey couldn't help smiling.He is so cute.Since leaving the Metropolis, she and Clark have been texting each other a lot—the "often" has changed from "often" every two or three days to "often" many times a day.This reminded Audrey of friends in middle school who texted each other non-stop with her boyfriend every day. They often smiled and couldn't bear to stop when they texted.

But she didn't have that relationship with Clark... at least she didn't think so, well, or maybe not.They just chat, talk about the weather, chores at work, beautiful flowers by the roadside, birds in the trees, and so on.Getting along with Clark is just pure joy, every second is the warmth of the present, she neither thinks about the past nor worries about the future.That's fine.

She replied: "It's true that some things are busy, and very tired... Shall we continue to talk about snow in Kansas tomorrow? Good night, Clark."

She closed her eyes, and this time, she fell swiftly into dreamless sleep.

On the farm in Kansas, the phone next to Clark's pillow vibrated slightly.The snow broke the branches outside the window, the wind rustled, and the ice surface of the river broke and began to flow again, and then refreeze.These slight sounds reached the Kryptonian's ears clearly, but did not interrupt his sweet dreams.

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My waist hurts when I type recently TT

The Batmobile does have an ejection mechanism under the seat, but of course it's not for ejecting disobedient passengers...