[Comprehensive] Why am I not dead yet?

"I have to say again, this is not a good idea."

Alfred said frankly: "Batman ran to another place and sneaked into Lex Luthor's house? Master, after all, it's Metropolis over there, not Gotham."

"Anyway, I need to go in." The man in a haute couture suit leaned back on the chair and answered his old butler's words. His eyebrows and eyes were deep and charming. Bruce Wayne was almost middle-aged, his appearance and body no longer He is the pinnacle of youth, but time has favorably endowed him with a special charm like wine. No matter what this person looks like, he has an extreme charm that cannot be ignored.

"Batman interrogated six people, but only got this one phone, and now he's going to risk breaking into Lex Luthor's house because of the information on the two phones." Alfred sorted out the documents on the table and various Such a messy invitation letter, chatting with his young master without looking up: "I don't think that gentleman needs this money."

Bruce replied: "Anyway, I have to go, Bruce Wayne is not going to sneak in, I need a suit."

"Oh, of course Bruce Wayne can go in." Alfred pinched out one of the invitations with great precision and handed them over: "Because he was the one who was invited."

——Gotham is degenerate enough, and even the guardian knights are polluted into thick black. Such a place cannot tolerate new filth.

For the previous arms case, Bruce Wayne had put in a lot of effort, and Lex Luthor was the most direct clue.

The playboy from Gotham walked out of the car door, with a lazy and exaggerated smile on his lips, and walked into the venue while chatting with people.

"Who is that?" The little reporter from the metropolis couldn't help asking as he looked at the strange figure.

"Ah, that's Bruce Wayne."

The companion behind him only took a glance and then continued to handle the camera in his hand. This time the rich banquet is a good job, and he is not in the mood to help a young reporter who has just started and has never seen the world broaden his horizons and introduce contacts.

Clark still wanted to ask, but the figure disappeared after entering the door in a blink of an eye, followed by countless flashing lights and exclamations, and a slender figure of a girl walked towards this side.

——Even with the picky eyes of today's people who have read countless beauties, that lady is really too beautiful. Probably only one sentence "a heavenly man created by God" can describe the moment when others look at her. stunning.

Clark didn't realize his breathing had stopped.This is not surprising, many people around have made exclamation.

She is wearing a silk mermaid dress, her soft and plump blond hair is ingeniously rolled up with soft golden flower vines, and the long hair hanging behind her head is dotted with several patchwork golden roses. The girl walks lightly, like a mermaid in a fairy tale Stepping on the water and stepping on the light foam, she shook her head, and the gemstone earrings on her earlobe also reflected a little bit of delicate red light.

The next moment, the girl's beautiful golden pupils that were as bright and warm as the sun looked at Clark Kent, and Clark didn't even know if she was looking at him - the gasping of air and the sound of the beating hearts of the people around him shocked him. It's too obvious - the corner of the girl's mouth is slightly curled, it's just a polite and alienated arc, but it's enough to make people's hearts flutter and yearn for.

"...Who is this?" Clark murmured.

"...I don't know." The companion replied, his voice was full of obsession: "But she is really a beauty, if such a girl is on TV, I will definitely know her... So where did she come from?"

Clark wondered too.

Relying on his ability, he secretly listened to the light footsteps of the man, the high-heeled shoes made a thin friction sound on the red velvet carpet, he could hear the clear sound of the jewelry on the other party shaking in the wind, and he could also hear the girl talking to her. When the waiter spoke, he introduced his name in a soft, polite way, with a standard elegant English accent: "Sandra, Sandra de Merovingian."

"Merovingian? She is a descendant of the French royal family?" The little reporter forgot to cover his voice, and blurted out this sentence to his companion.

"What? What French royal family? How do I know this kind of thing?" The companion looked puzzled.

Clark didn't plan to talk to him anymore, the girl had already entered the venue, and Clark followed suit in a hurry—even if he didn't realize why he was chasing after him, when he did, the girl was already standing in the crowd Among them, looking around.

"Bruce~" The girl who attracted countless people to watch walked towards the famous playboy. While countless people stared wide-eyed, the exaggerated smile on the corners of the Gotham boy's mouth froze immediately. Shock that cannot be concealed is written all over.

oh!This is not a suitable male companion - Clark heard the pain in his heart preventing him from walking towards Bruce Wayne.

But his heartbeat obviously didn't reach the girl's ears. He saw the girl's soft lips imprint a gentle kiss on the cheek of the leaning playboy, and Bruce raised his arm a little stiffly. Letting her jade-like arms wrap around her own, the arc of the corner of her mouth was so twisted that it seemed a little ridiculous: "...this is not where you should come."

"You can come, why can't I come." Sandra lazily tugged at her skirt, and patted Bruce's stiff arm with a smile: "Relax, I didn't come here to trouble you."

"With all due respect, you are already in great trouble standing here." Bruce squeezed out these words through his teeth, "Not to mention where did you get the news from?"

"The message that Ah Fu gave me, he called me specifically to make me pay attention." Sandra replied calmly, waving to the men around her, and Bruce heard the news of the man at home. The elegant old gentleman said with a light and laughing voice: "It's a pity, Sandra, you must look beautiful in a dress."

"She can be said to catch the eyes of all the men present—" Bruce glanced at the people around him, gritted his molars, and added the second half of the sentence with a smile: "Maybe there are a few good-natured people lady."

Alfred's voice was lazy, with a gloating smile: "Then you need to protect the lady next to you, young master."

I do.Bruce Wayne thought blankly.The person next to him is probably better at this kind of occasion than him, and the arm hanging in his arm pulls him into the crowd with a strong and irresistible force.

The target of the other party is clear, that is, those young girls who are as delicate and bright as blooming flowers... But has she noticed that the object of those girls' eyes is her own, and she has been completely unable to move since she was standing in front of them? opened?

"—Ah! Look who this is." A clear and slightly sharp voice sounded beside the two, preventing Sandra from talking to those girls, and Lex Luthor directly stretched out his hand to the girl An extremely charming lady, Sandella smiled softly and extended her hand frankly.

"I didn't know there was such a beauty hiding beside Bruce Wayne."

Lex Luthor pressed a cold kiss on the back of her hand, his deliberately drawn out voice was sticky and treacherous.After this polite hand kiss, he didn't let go of the delicate and smooth palm, his fingers caressed slowly, making the curvature of Lex Luthor's mouth even more strange.

Sandra lowered her eyes, and the smile on the corner of her mouth didn't change a bit.

"...cough." Bruce Wayne frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to cover the top of the woman's palm. His rough and powerful hand held Sandra's hand and tried to pull it out from between Lex's fingers. The corner of the playboy's mouth in Gotham The arc of his face is still lazy and charming, but at the moment it is mixed with some cold and tough: "It's time to let go, Mr. Luthor."

"I'm really sorry..." Lex let go of his hand exaggeratedly, his eyes still lingering on the other's face: "It's just that I was really confused by the beauty of this girl... Maybe this is the future Wayne lady?"

This guy didn't intend to be scruples at all, and his idea was probably to get Bruce Wayne into the water.

But what's the use of making a big news out of him?

——Of course, the reason why he said this may also be due to some kind of twisted and pure malice.

But Bruce Wayne laughed.

That smile was filled with some kind of cunning and smug arrogance, and this smug smile immediately pulled the flashy and expensive man who had passed middle age back to the age when he would laugh heartily because of a successful prank— —

"—Of course not." Bruce Wayne said this sentence almost triumphantly, whether it was Batman or Baby Bruce from Gotham City, this joke was repeated no matter how many years passed, No matter who he is, he'll be rolling with laughter, purely because of the contortion that's about to appear on the other person's face.

"Sandra de Meroving, she is my godmother." Bruce Wayne's tone was full of joy, he deliberately raised his voice, and repeated the word: "It's not a joke, it's the one you think Godmother."

— Lex Luthor's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, there was a sound of coughing after choking on alcohol not far away.

"... Seriously Sandra, no matter how many times I repeat this scene, I won't get tired of watching it." Bruce Wayne murmured.

Sandra chuckled and patted Bruce's head beside her.

"Why are you still a child at heart?"

"I was just a child in front of you."

Bruce replied with a smile.