A meow and a dog

Bruce curled up on the bed, held the quilt with his left hand, and put his head under the pillow as much as possible, but unfortunately, the black shadow who had been squatting in the corner mercilessly lifted Bruce's collar again, breaking Bruce's last breath with a ghostly voice. Hope: "You can't stay here all the time, it's the night now, and the night is where Batman should appear."

Bruce shrugged his shoulders, no longer took any chances, and slowly got up from the bed.His eyes gradually changed from flat to cold, impersonal, and lifeless, standing there like a huge, humanoid bat.

Bruce, who was wearing white pajamas, watched Batman take over the two bodies smoothly, he couldn't help sighing, and teased the Dark Knight in Bruce's tone: "Hey, little bat, remember to bring me a good night kiss. And , don't hurt my body."

Batman definitely took a look at him, sneered, then turned and walked towards the Batcave, so Bruce followed helplessly, muttering that the Batsuit is too tasteless, the Batcave is too gloomy, and the bat is not a good totem symbol.

It wasn't until they were standing together on the roof of a certain building, with the cold wind howling, that Brucey stopped the annoying rhetoric, shaking his body, expecting Batman to warm them up.But Batman just stood there, without the thought of moving his body to increase his heat.

Bruce cursed in a low voice, hoping that clowns and the like would not come to make trouble.

God graciously granted his prayer, but Batman did not.Even though Gotham is so quiet at the moment that it hardly looks like Gotham, but more like a metropolis where some alien rescue dog lives, Batman still has no intention of going back to the warm Wayne Mansion and asking the butler for a small piece of land. Cookies.

He stared at Gotham under the night for a long time, looking at the row of street lights flickering on the side of the road, he was so focused that he forgot the passage of time.

Bruce felt that he had been frozen. Every time his knuckles moved, there would be a creaking sound, and his ears didn't seem to be his own. They had lost all feeling.Bruce complained endlessly, from the vicious little thing like bats to how few beauties were at the banquet, and Louise Lane, who was barely eye-catching, was always dragged away by the clumsy big man next to him, and he must not next time Give an interview to the Daily Planet or something.

Fortunately, Mr. Bat listened to his scattered words. Mr. Bat graciously ignored it, and brought Mr. Complaining back to the Wayne House, and ate a piece of the butler's own roast for him as he wished. made cookies,

Bruce smacked his lips, deciding to eat a piece himself when the body switched.But now, he wants to rest.Batman rarely complied with his advice, obediently lay down on the bed, and quickly closed his eyes.

So Mr. Complaining felt that today was the best day in his life. He lay next to Batman, staring at the person who looked exactly like him, and suddenly felt a little insomnia.

"Hey, Bat."

"........what?"

"You remember," Bruce looked at the ceiling, a little dazed, "remember Oliver Queen?"

Batman was silent for a moment, then snorted in reply.

"It's nice of you to remember," Bruce said.

They stopped talking.

After a long time, Bruce turned over, and he said again: "A drinker, playboy, nothing. I am the same."

"You still have me."

Bruce smiled slyly in the dark, blinking his long eyelashes.

Suddenly a hoarse voice said in the darkness, "Parents will be proud of us."

The Playboy giggled a bit, "Yes," he said, "but now, did you bring me a goodnight kiss?"

Someone touched his lips in frustration.

Bruce smiled triumphantly: "Good night, Mr. Nervous."

No one answered in the dark.

Bruce closed his eyes.

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Cough cough cough, although the number of words is a little less, a little less (← is this a little less?!)...but at any rate, a certain update (chest out)!

Hello!Face slap!Well, to make up for it, add a pre-show yesterday, before Batman reveals his identity:

Standing under the light, Batman felt that the light seemed to be peeling away his flesh and blood, layer by layer, one by one, peeling off the flesh and squeezing the blood dry, revealing the white bones.Bruce Wayne shuddered at the thought.Batman doesn't.

The mask pressed against the skull choked its owner's breath, making Batman's gaze a little colder.

"B? How is your side?" Superman habitually turned on the communicator in his right ear when he was sleeping peacefully, sending concern to that silent and reliable old friend.Batman was just waking up -- with his city -- when Clark Kent fell asleep.

"...Go save your kitty, Superman."

The voice on the other side was as steady as ever, with stinging sarcasm.Superman smiled, though he felt something was wrong with the knight today.

He hung up the communication.

Batman stared at the floor tiles, fingers dropped to the mask, and clenched.

Superman woke up at sunrise, let Clark Kent lie in bed for a while, put on his shitty suit, and got ready to go to work.

But something is not quite right today.Clark looked around and found that people were vigilant and alert to each other, the muscles all over the body were tense, and there was an indifference in the eyes that Superman hadn't seen for a long time.

What's going on here?

Clark entered the newspaper office in a trance, and only half a step in, Jimmy excitedly stuffed a newspaper into it.

"Clark! Look!" Jimmy opened his mouth and yelled, "Before this, I have never, like this...but, who would have thought..."

Clark glanced at the newspaper, but suddenly felt his blood freeze.

[Batman reveals his identity!It was billionaire Bruce Wayne! 】

Well, I know it's cheating......

In fact, a certain person has always suspected that the brain circuit is different from other people and no one understands it QAQ...

Hey, because the author has a heart of diamonds, so please enjoy——