[Comprehensive British and American] Self-cultivation of trans-wearers

Perhaps considering that he still has a great concern to be vigilant at all times, under Nancy's embarrassed gaze, Batman did not fight Jarvis.

With a cold snort, the black cloak swayed slightly with the movement, and only heard a sound of force, he sat alone on the single seat near the balcony.

The seat made of rattan is very light, and it happens to face the decorations in the living room. Just bow your head, and you can see every move of the clown in front of your eyes.

In order to avoid unnecessary embarrassment and friction, Nancy and Jarvis whispered to each other, but Jarvis was not so willing, blew a kiss, and walked back to the guest room.

Nancy smiled back at the obvious gaze, soft and introverted, with just the right amount of emotion.

"Hey baby, don't you wonder what I left here?"

After waking up, he was not forced to fall asleep again. The clown had already set his sights on the test tube placed on the coffee table, and his words were full of temptation. Give him one or two attention.

The strength of the binding seemed to embed the tough and strong rope into his flesh, no matter how small the clown adjusted his posture, the rope had no tendency to loosen at all.

"Curiosity killed the cat." Nancy was unmoved, knowing what it was, she calmly controlled her breathing.

"A pitch-black... cat?" The clown narrowed his eyes, the scarlet color made people not want to look at him.

Nancy deliberately held the transparent and fragile test tube in her hand, causing both of them to pause for a while.

"Do you think I'll put such a dangerous item within your reach?" She pressed the cork tighter, walked around someone carefully, and stood in front of Batman .

"I can guarantee that you can all go back, so please take good care of this dangerous item and bring it back!" She frowned, and relaxed her right hand holding the test tube, letting it change its owner.

Rough gloves gripped the test tube firmly and put it in the pouch.

"Why don't you give this to him?" With a slight snort, Bruce felt as if he had found something, "Or is there nothing he can do with this reagent?"

"There are no analytical or destructive instruments here." Nancy rubbed her clothes with her thumb unconsciously, "I'm afraid it's not good to destroy the environment directly."

"The product of the vaporization of this tube of laughing gas liquid can kill people in this entire building." Bruce reminded, successfully making Nancy shudder.

The hoarse tune seemed to have been polished on sandstone, and every sentence was engraved into her heart.

"You're worried about your city, in other words, whether your world has been violated."

"But what you did was foolishly putting yourself and those around you at risk."

He calmly stated the facts in a tone without ups and downs. He firmly took Nancy's emotions into his eyes, and whispered another fact.

"...It seems that the man is not Iron Man."

"Is this also your reasoning?" Nancy asked dryly, with cold sweat running down her back.

"No, that's not it." Bruce's indifferent tone rose slightly, an emotion deliberately made for her to understand.

"?" Nancy really couldn't think of where it was exposed.

"Even if that guy has learned Chinese, he can't learn dialects." He squinted, sure and absolute.

"..."

With a final goodnight, Nancy handed over the control of the living room to Batman, leaving him and the Joker alone to spend a long night together.

In the soft Simmons tossing and turning, maybe someone's warning really took effect, Nancy finally ushered in her first sleepless night.

This night was unexpectedly quiet, and there was silence outside the window, except for the shifting of the stars and the gradual change of the night, it seemed impossible to detect the passage of time.The movement in the living room was particularly fascinating to Nancy's ears, because it seemed to be quieter than her room.

"Huh...they can get along so well...so sleepy but can't sleep...uh..." The thin quilt was kicked on the ground He got off the side of the bed and was hugged by Nancy.

This is an inevitable process, because Nancy was used to cultivating immortals in the past, and she often fell asleep holding her mobile phone with the screen still on.The bright light hit a face that was hard to fall asleep. Nancy wiped her red eyes, and when she came back to her senses, she found that the phone system was locked by Jarvis in seconds.

With a reminder of good sleep, the screen of the phone completely dimmed.

What a horrible housekeeper.

Nancy pouted. On the one hand, she appreciated Jarvis' kindness, but on the other hand, she still complained a few words.

"I will never say that those insomniacs are hypocritical..." After one night, her mental state was more haggard than before falling asleep, not to mention that Nancy was playing crazy all day during the day yesterday?

When the sky was turning white, she fell asleep for a while in a daze, but that didn't help. After a while, the vigorous sunrise woke up Nancy again who thought she might suffer from a nervous breakdown.

"Ha-morning, Mr. Batman?"

Her godless eyes just glanced at someone standing at the door, and her gaze seemed to have penetrating power, staring straight at the door behind him.

She thought she couldn't get a response, but she just exchanged a few words, forced a smile, and walked into the bathroom.

A tired-looking face was reflected in the mirror, but Nancy felt that she was very refreshed now.

Really, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Your mental state is very poor." Batman who passed by the dining table suddenly said, his eyes were also dotted with fatigue, but he didn't let his mental fatigue affect his body.

"Can't sleep but very sleepy." Nancy chewed her simple breakfast mechanically, emptying her mind.

The sliced ​​toast looked wrinkled, but the warm milk made her feel less dry.

The amount of bread on the plate was definitely not something she could finish alone. Seeing Batman's unchanging and unappreciative attitude, Nancy was secretly embarrassed.

She has already hinted so clearly that people just choose to stay up late and go hungry, so what else can she do?

The city is gradually waking up in the sky, and the morning is always a time to reflect a person's spirit, and the same is true for a city.

For some reason, Batman walked to the window and made a movement that was very familiar to Nancy.

Perhaps by placing your hands on the bright window glass, you can touch the lifeblood of the city in an illusion?Galloping cars transport the nutrients of the city like the blood in the capillaries, and the network of roads supports the operation of the entire city. The rules, whether clear or dark, hang in everyone's mind.

Every city has a soul, and the kind of spirit that glows from the depths of the skin is the spirit inherited in the soul.

"This is the city you love." There seemed to be light in his eyes, and even his voice sounded a little calmer.

"That's right." Nancy nodded as a matter of course, but she didn't look out of the window that seemed to represent everything.

It is an undeniable fact that she lived, grew up, and is closely related to this city.

Can a child who has been separated from his parents since junior high school really have the resources to live comfortably?

The master is only responsible for teaching Nancy what he thinks Nancy needs to learn, but he doesn't care about her health, and is directly responsible for her daily life and basic necessities of life.

Even during Master's stay, it was Nancy's call to order an extra takeaway.

Most of the time, she is at home alone, and with her prudent and frugal mentality, even ordering takeaway Nancy is an extremely rare thing to do.

So she handed over a suitable meal fee, and ate hundreds of meals in the neighbors, and it was her ability to get along well.For this ability, face what she doesn't want to face with a hippie smile, and weaken her sense of existence to deal with what she can't accept. This is the most convenient way Nancy uses.

But also relatively speaking, she has become more generous as a result.

The neighbor's family is going on a trip, and there is no one to take care of the flowers and pets at home?Leave it to her.

Children in lower grades have problems with their homework?Although Nancy said that her grades were not much better, at least it was enough for a high school student to tutor an elementary school student.

The husband and wife quarreled because of relationship problems, Xiaosan took the opportunity to ask to go to her house to hide... Uh wait, this won't work!

Ordinary city, ordinary day.

Ordinary people who lend a helping hand to each other.

"...it's beautiful." Bruce nodded,

"It's also very hot." Nancy spread her hands, showing a little sympathy to the people who were undergoing the hot test outside the window.

"..." That's how the words were talked to death, he silently pulled the curtains, out of sight and out of mind.

"If you mind the breakfast I prepared, why don't you cook for yourself." Nancy cleaned up her own dishes and left the tableware that she had brought out for him on the table, "You may not arrive until noon or afternoon. To be able to go back, at least one meal must be eaten during this period of time? Even Batman should need metabolism?"

Nancy swore to God that she was really thinking of him this time, and made up all the ingredients. No matter how bad Batman's cooking skills are, he can still make something edible.

Bruce followed her words, and glanced at the cauldron for stir-frying and the matching kitchen utensils hanging in front of the chopping board, the rice cooker, the soup pot for stewing, and the polished microwave oven. They are all available and are quietly waiting for your choice.

The large kitchen knife used to chop bones reflected a gloomy cold light, and it looked like a very terrifying murder weapon.

Very good, Chinese kitchen utensils, I don't know how to use them.

The vegetables in the basket haven't had time to be cleaned and processed. Although they look juicy and plump, this is indeed a very difficult task for Bruce.

In the entire house, the only place where he and his birds were unilaterally denied access was Alfred's kitchen.

Under Nancy's watchful eyes, he picked up the bread viciously, and then took a quick bite.

The bread exposed to the outside was of course a little dry, and Bruce resignedly picked up the cold milk and drank it all in one gulp.

"...It's really unpalatable. You can choose not to eat it." Nancy felt that his actions hurt her young heart. Although she also felt that this brand of bread was very unpalatable, it was not An excuse for someone's expression like a strong man cutting off his wrist.

"..." Bruce glanced at her, the softened arc had the tendency to become violent again.

God knows, what he dislikes the most is the milky smell of milk.

Worse than expired juice.

The author has something to say: Clown: Wow, am I shameless?Even if there are few roles, you won't even give me a meal?

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