Tyrant Alliance [Comprehensive British and American]

451 is right, this is the biggest crisis.

When the glove was mentioned, the consultant suddenly laughed, which really aroused even greater anger from the opponent.

Either way, they've won.Even if there is no self, everything will be completed according to the plan, and the loss will be minimized. Rather, in the weighing scale, the weight of oneself has never been very high.

And if he calculates calmly, the injury this time is not worth his consideration.

In the end, I received feedback from reality, and it was her teammates who exclaimed her name in the public channel.

Of course they will make the same choice.Bruce thought suddenly.

Before he could discern the emotions in it, the darkness engulfed him like a tide.

Then he appeared in front of the cinema.

Just like every nightmare, this time it was extremely real, and he changed back to his childhood appearance, being led from left to right, and could only look up at his parents.

Seeing him stop in shock, the woman with the pearl necklace looked over with concern: "Bruce?"

"...nothing, Mom."

The family of three continued to move forward, and because of his insistence, they bypassed the alley.

The man then laughed: "What happened to the child today."

Forgetting all the training about self-control, Bruce shook his head greedily looking at their forever still young faces.

It's like someone turned the record player, even with this shift, the plot still returns to the dialogue that he is too familiar with.

After listening to them in silence all the way, the fog was about to dissipate, and the young Alfred appeared at the end of the road. He had already opened the car door, and Martha and Thomas also turned around and looked at him quietly.

Bruce just shook his head.

The boy showed a complex expression that did not match his age, took off his hat and gave them a deep salute, then ran back suddenly, as if stepping on the timeline, each step became higher, passing the huge poster in front of the cinema Before that, he already looked like a young man, his tall and tall figure completely overlapped with Zorro's silhouette, and even the shadow turned into a cloak and was raised.

Fearing that all his courage would be taken away, Bruce didn't turn his head for the last time until he got into the alley, but he saw the people behind him standing in place, smiling and waving goodbye to him.

The alley was very long, and the fog thickened as it went forward. When he ran to the end, Bruce knocked down the criminal who was approaching with a punch, and squatted in front of the slumped boy.

——The vigilante is the image of him intimidating criminals, and the second generation ancestor is the disguise for the vigilante.

—Bruce Wayne's time stopped in the alley, and he was left forever in the past.

"You already have the power to fight against all darkness."

"You can protect yourself, protect the city."

"So don't be afraid."

he said suddenly.

The boy cried: 'But I don't want to go out.I have no father and no mother. '

"You still have Ah Fu."

He shook his head vigorously: 'I am not an obedient child.Alfred wouldn't like me doing this. '

The vigilante was suffocated.

Sighing slowly, he asked back, "What about Antonia?"

"Toni?" the boy said tearfully. "She came to me and I pushed her away."

That's behind the alley.

"Later I went to find her, and we broke up too."

This is after a car accident.

Because they are both young and energetic, they failed to show concern and concern for each other.

Only then did Bruce discover that they had missed so many times.

Not wanting to care whether it was a dream before death or a phantom of the glove, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the boy's thin shoulders. With a steady gaze, he said firmly:

"So, I don't want to let go anymore."

For so many years, he restrained himself and deliberately avoided the person who was too dazzling, because he could not maintain his permanent rationality due to pleasure.

When he was in the Xueyuan Cave, he thought it was enough, they were destined to take different paths, and it was already good so far.

Just now, when he put himself at one end of the scale that he could give up, he also thought that he had no regrets, because he already had the joy and memories that made him think he was back in the past.

But this dangerous and pleasant desire|desire still invades, it cannot be avoided, and it has become his weakness.

because of her.

He began to worry about it, and began to look forward to the future.

When Bruce opened his eyes, the person he most wanted to see was sitting beside his hospital bed, holding a book in his hand, and his pupils looked very gentle because of the backlight.

After Qingmei hugged her back in surprise, Bruce realized that he had already got up and hugged her.

It turned out that the first sentence he uttered was not very romantic:

"...you smell like dessert all over your body."

It's almost like it just crawled out of the sugar bowl and the cream bucket.

Toni naturally started talking nonsense with her eyes open: "Oh, because I was hit by the villain's omega rays, I was differentiated into an omega. This is the smell of my pheromone. I think you should like it?"

Bruce: "..."

For some reason, he didn't want to know what pheromones and differentiation meant.

The detective looked at the empty jars and pastry boxes aside and raised his eyebrows.

This is obviously a treatment room on the watchtower. There is only one hospital bed in the whole room. She is also wearing a hospital gown. She has obviously sneaked into his place and ate up his "visiting gift".

Toni felt guilty for a while, and soon stared at him confidently, and began to think: "Okay, because it's too boring. You have been in a coma, and if you don't wake up, share it with me. I will be told crazy by the captain and Clark. You see, I'm bored enough to watch "The Wealth of Nations"! It's like a primitive being locked up here every day, and all electronic products are banned. I don't even know how people praise me now. How can I say that I gave my life for everyone Lonely hero, maybe they did some commemorative activities for me—”

Only then did he interrupt, and tapped her with his fingers: "Don't say stupid things. Only the dead need to be commemorated."

She snorted.

"Anyway, we have prepared a cemetery for ourselves."

Of the two, the one who has always been more self-destructive didn't blink: "It can't be like this in the future."

The advisor began to scold her in a low voice, from disobedience to self-assertion, anyway, he just beat around the bush and said he cared about her.So much so that the other party looked at him in surprise, climbed up directly, and stretched out his hand to his forehead.

"Are you all right, are you still my Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce cleared his throat, and rarely changed the subject clumsily: "Has Fu been here?"

She nodded and began to gloat: "You slowly think about how to face him, I don't have to worry, because Jarvis has gone to Vanaheim."

Having traveled all over the world, the butler is now setting out to explore the Nine Realms.

Bruce remembered what he had just asked, and suddenly fell silent. Under her worried gaze, he spoke slowly:

"I suddenly discovered that he might prefer that I just come out of the past, be with you, and live like every ordinary person."

"But I chose this path and took you with me, so he had to sew my wounds, polish and repair my equipment, and worry about whether the two of us would—"

It was rare for her to kneel down in front of him docilely. When she heard this, she suddenly interrupted him, stretched out her slender fingers, and stroked his cheek.

The engineer's hands are not soft and have thin calluses, but they are very warm.

Toni said seriously: "You and Ah Fu's problem can be discussed by yourself. I have to correct one thing for you—"

"...You know, people like us are destined to be extraordinary?"

"Not a superhero, I'd be someone who changed the world."

"There are also many people who say that I am arrogant." Toni's expression did not seem to want to introspect at all, "I feel that my own ability in science is destined to be outstanding."

The next moment, she showed a smile that he was very familiar with and often dazzled by.

"As for you, it's not about wealth, which I have too, but the part I love the most, your character and perseverance, just, seriously, in my opinion, no matter what you choose, being a rich kid and a superhero There will be no difference..."

As he said this, his brown pupils dilated.

It was a very cherished kiss, it would not disturb her at all, it was tentative, but she still stopped.

Soon, the hands on her cheeks slid down and grabbed the front of her face fiercely, her knuckles were turning white. She began to kiss back vigorously, but her fingertips were trembling.

At this point, it was enough for him to understand that she also experienced a similar dream.

Bruce didn't bother to ask.

"You know, hospital gowns are hollow."

He tilted his head and gasped, taking back the initiative when she lost her mind because of this sentence, making her spin around, pouring out love|words of love, and swallowing those words with her.

She was not like the drunken person who only cried and begged softly a few days ago, but provoked and bit back.

The author has something to say:

In the beginning, the two people were entangled like a serious confrontation, the pain of the wound, and the newly added marks. When there was no hindrance in the fit, the fingers clasped each other, and then they became cautious, so gentle that even the voice was slow and seductive.

Use pain to remind each other that it is real, and use joy to feel each other's existence.

Until the magnificent brain becomes blank.

The whole universe is quiet, only two people are drifting and embracing in orbit.

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Sending a hundred words is something to say, please understand the inconvenience caused by reading _(:з」∠)_

By the way, I recommend the song titled in this chapter, Christopher's nympho.

In fact, I should let you listen to it when I was drunk last time (vicissitudes of life)