A meow and a dog

"Do you need some coffee?" Alfred asked, and the slight rise in the end of his words showed that he was not so satisfied with his young master's behavior at the moment. "You haven't stepped out of that dark house for several days."

"—I don't need those, Alfred," the person sitting on the other side of the computer responded indifferently. For some unknown reason, his voice was especially hoarse due to the deliberate depression, "I never need those."

"...If you insist, Master Bruce." Alfred held back the sigh that was about to break free from his throat, and began to ask the boring daily question—"Do you have any plans for today? But Fox they have a board meeting at eight o'clock, if you have time—"

"I have other arrangements." Bruce Wayne, the pale human who seemed to live in a coffin, said forcefully, his still deep voice made his words unquestionable, "If that meeting has to be If I participate, let him send a record later, if he can't even handle this well, then why should I invite him?"

"So--"

"I'll go to the Metropolis in the afternoon." Bruce said roughly, as if he didn't know how rude his behavior was at the moment, but it was obvious that the other old man was used to it, and he was familiar with the location Nodding, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but before he could say it, his young master had already waved at him: "No, I'll go alone."

"Alright, young master——" the butler looked at Bruce's leaving back, with a tone of exhaustion and weakness that would never be revealed in front of another person, "I will do as you order."

It was already night when Bruce arrived in Metropolis. Compared with a nocturnal creature, this time was too unfortunate for others, but it was the best time for his party to start.

——Unfortunately, the host of the party happened to have other plans today.

Bruce opened the door silently, and looked around the small, shabby, but spotless room. It was obvious that Alfred had furnished it according to his requirements. That little-known "city sign" gets too much attention.

There are all kinds of precision instruments piled up in a corner of the room. In Gotham, those iron blocks shining with cold metal light can easily become another strong evidence that "Mr. Wayne has become a madman", but in Metropolis, These are nothing to worry about.The premise is that no one wants to come and visit the new neighbors on a whim - but obviously Bruce underestimated the enthusiasm of the Metropolitan people.

Bruce opened the door violently, and took a hard look at the uninvited guest with unkind eyes.

Slightly damp black hair - did he just get out of the shower or did he go across the continent to get intimate with the morning dew for a while?

Blue eyes brimming with confidence, now with a little embarrassment—the sort of speaker who came from a less prestigious family.And good parents.

Muscles full of power but not so noticeable because of the master's cringe - that's not like being exercised from the office.

Clearly possessing power, but carefully keeping a distance between people that does not make people anxious-sounds like a good character that only people in the villages and towns have.

And those cheap spectacles on the bridge of the nose—accidental thrift or poverty?

Bruce quickly synthesized the basic information of the person in front of him in his brain, and came up with a typical image of a metropolitan with some little secrets. This unexpectedly made him decide to be patient for a while and see him What do you want to say.

"Hi, I'm Clark who lives across from you." Clark paused, pointed to the opposite side, and then began to stammer his request, "I just want to ask, maybe you have extra pots here ?”

It seems that my expectations are superfluous.Bruce thought calmly, but if he refused, it would obviously attract the attention of the person opposite. "Come in, I can look in the kitchen."

After bringing out the standard master shelf, Bruce skillfully walked towards the kitchen—even though it was his first day living in this house.Fortunately, there are already prepared kitchen utensils in the kitchen, but their function is probably just for show.

"What is this?" After Bruce walked out of the kitchen, he saw Clark standing next to the machine he specially moved from the Batcave with a puzzled face, looking like he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

"I'm an actor," Bruce said.He didn't intend to hide these things from the beginning, after all, he didn't think anyone could recognize these things—especially when a thing was placed in an open place, no one would doubt it, "These are props , you know, move back to the match play or something."

"Oh." Clark nodded suddenly to express his understanding, and he really didn't pay attention to the pile of machines.

"The pot you want." Bruce shook the thing in his hand and handed it to Clark with a grateful face.

"—I know this is a bit abrupt." Clarke said after taking the pot, he obviously thought about the structure of the sentence, and then continued, "But since I borrowed your pot—how about having dinner with me How is it?" He stretched out his hand and gestured twice to show his sincerity.

Bruce pretended to think for a while, then shook his head at the expectant Clark, "I'm afraid I can't go, I have to finish my work. But maybe you can show me around the city tomorrow?"

The disappointed look on the face of the person opposite quickly turned into a happy smile: "I'm honored—?"

"Bruce Wayne."

"Mr. Wayne."

Bruce said goodbye to his new neighbors tomorrow, then closed the door and continued to sit in front of the computer to deal with things in Gotham.In addition to Alfred's daily concern, Fox also reported to him that "Arkham" has been rebuilt and can be officially opened only after he returns.Along with Fox's news came dozens of pages of proposals and contracts.When Bruce finally dealt with everything, he found himself receiving a letter from the president.

Since Bruce proposed to use Gotham as a prison to imprison superpowers, such sudden letters from the president have become very frequent. The princess of Paradise Island, but the relative disadvantage is that the other party can pop up a few small warnings that destroy his plan all the time.

For example, this time - some news newspapers have begun to publish news of some heavenly guests. Although the president said that he will help curb the spread of these news, if he is not found within three days and persuaded to become a "jailer", then The government will officially issue a wanted report on this superpower—that's not the scope of Bruce's work.

But on a deeper level, the president is undoubtedly warning him that if this persuasion fails, then the prison plan that Bruce will establish at the expense of exposing himself will undoubtedly be postponed.

The blue light from the monitor shone unrestrainedly on Bruce's face, making him look extremely cold.He turned off the computer, pursed his lips and walked to the bedroom, opened the firmly closed closet door, and found a black suitcase with a bat logo on the bottom from the bottom of the closet—the weapons and masks belonging to the Predator were locked inside in.

He had planned to slow down—but now, he had to call the dance earlier.

The author has something to say:

Look here, look here~ (with paralyzed face and waving a small handkerchief)

Read the warning:

①The author is trying to subvert the setting for the first time, so the character of the master will gradually exceed the original official setting. In this regard, please learn from the character of the master of the earth, but of course it is just a character.

②If you can accept a more ruthless and paranoid master, then please note that the background setting of this article is when both sides are enemies. He will cooperate with the government. Before he knows his purpose, he is the legendary villain... Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he will also be the villain after his purpose is revealed.

③If you have accepted not only the character, but also the background, and are mentally prepared to fall in love and kill each other, then—come and comment, a bunch of bad guys! (angry pointing)

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