The correct way to attack the villain

Song Mo didn't wake up until he returned to Earth to recuperate for nearly a week.

Alfred immediately told them the good news of victory, but the bad news was that Bruce Wayne was still in a coma.

"Doctor Nerif said that the young master just fell into a coma. Although it is unclear when he will wake up, at least it will not be life-threatening, so it is not a big deal."

In front of the mirror, Alfred helped Song Mo trim the long hair that was messy and knotted because he had been lying there for a week. Added: "At least for Batman."

The British retired Royal Air Force is ingenious. He can not only clean, trim flowers and plants, wash and cook, maintain the bat cave, but also cut his hair well. After half an hour, Song Mo looked at the refreshing short hair in the mirror and couldn't help sighing: "It's still Is there anything you don't know, old sir?"

While putting away those long hairs, Alfred said, "For example, go to wipe the face of the bedridden master of the manor?"

Song Mo looked at Alfred.

The old housekeeper smiled and said, "There are towels in the bathroom of the master bedroom."

The young man stood up from the chair at once, stepped on the big slippers and went up the stairs, stopped in front of the master bedroom, and gently pushed the door open.

The light in the room was very dark, and a raised figure could be vaguely seen on the bed. Song Mo kicked off his slippers, stepped barefoot on the cold tile floor that was so clean that the figure could be seen, and went to the bathroom in a low voice to pick up a basin of warm water and put it on the bedside table. Hanging on the socket before opening the bedside table, the night light that Bruce Wayne turned out specially to tell him.

The man lying on the bed was breathing evenly, with a needle inserted in his right arm, probably because he had been in a coma for a week and got enough sleep. Bruce's complexion was not as bad as Song Mo imagined, but the beard that hadn't been shaved for a long time was swollen again. He came out, revealing several scabbed wounds in the bandage wrapped all over his body and stopped in front of his throat.

Appears to be recovering well.

The young man wrung out the towel and wiped the man's face very lightly. Then he lay on the bedside with his hands on his chin and looked at him. After watching for a while, he couldn't help but reached out and gently rubbed the stubble on the man's face twice. .

Some prickly beards rubbed against the tender palms, a little itchy and tingling.

The young man sitting next to him blushed a little.

He wasn't thinking of any mess, at least not after Bruce Wayne got wrapped up in a mummy.He just thinks.

He was lucky.

Like Bunya said, this is the man all the ladies and gentlemen in Gotham can't dream of.

And this man did not know how many times he was seriously injured in order to save him.

Of course, Bruce Wayne was also lucky.

He is very young, good-looking, and has a good personality, at least he thinks so. The important thing is that he is good enough to not need Bruce Wayne to be distracted while watching Gotham to protect him. Of course, the most important thing is.

He is young and good looking.

Song Mo thought about it.

His face turned redder.

There was a knock on the window at this moment, and the young man collected all the messy thoughts in his head, frowned, and opened a gap in the curtain on tiptoe.

Then he saw Song Yanhua standing on the balcony, the sparks all over his body had not completely dissipated.

The black-haired woman did not wear her armor this time, but wore a casual lady's suit that Song Mo had only seen a few times in his memory. Her long black hair was tied into a neat ponytail. Scary wounds like spider webs.

The injury nearly killed her.

This person has always been like this, ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself.

Song Mo stood where he was, and didn't seem to be able to react. He opened the glass door and walked to the balcony when the black-haired woman couldn't help but reach out and knock on the window for the second time.

The young man closed the glass door again, and after confirming that the sound outside would not disturb the rest of the people inside, he said with a complicated expression: "What are you here for?"

Song Yanhua stretched out his hand, and his voice was as deep and mellow as he remembered: "This is for you."

Song Mo reached out and took it. It was a red and white chip the size of a fingernail. When the chip touched his palm, it melted into his skin like melting ice. The next moment.

"Hubrian's core intellectual brain is being activated."

"Welcome Captain, come to the bridge."

The young man's blue eyes lit up: "Bangya?" He looked at Yanhua again, this time with a slightly more sincere expression, "You fished him out of the ruins?"

Song Yanhua nodded: "That's right." She clenched her fist and coughed lightly, "How is your health?"

Song Mo was a little surprised, and replied after a while: "It's much better."

After ten years, they haven't had such a good face-to-face chat. The last time they met, the two who beat each other to death fell silent after finishing their polite scene.

Song Yanhua opened his mouth a few times, but in the end he gave up on chatting with people, something she could never do, and directly stated her reason for coming this time: "Are you still planning to return to Tiangongxing?"

Song Mo showed a strange expression: "What am I going back there for?"

Song Yanhua: "Come back and succeed the bishop."

Song Mo looked at the black-haired woman in front of him, and said with a smile, "I thought you knew I wasn't interested in those things."

Song Yanhua pursed his lips.

The scene fell into silence again.

After a while, the woman spoke again—Song Mo thought she was about to say goodbye this time, after all, only talking about business has always been Yanhua's style of doing things, but unexpectedly, after Song Yanhua spoke, he chatted again: "Your friend is very nice."

Song Mo looked into the window following Song Yanhua's gaze, and then narrowed his blue eyes: "He is not my friend." The young man said very directly, "He is my partner."

Song Yanhua's expression froze for a moment.After half a day.

Song Yanhua: "...others are okay."

Song Mo: "Of course the person I chose is excellent."

Song Yanhua was speechless.

After the third silence, she looked at Song Mo, and finally said: "I will come back to see you during the Chinese New Year."

After finishing speaking, the woman in front of her turned into a ball of fire again, and disappeared in front of the young man as fast as she was running away.

Song Mo stood where he was, and after Song Yanhua left, he stretched out his hand and covered his face slowly: "Bangya, did you hear that?"

Bunya: "Yes, Captain."

Song Mo screamed in his head: "Captain Yanhua said he would come to see me during the New Year!"

Bangya: "Calm down, it's still a few months before Chinese New Year."

Song Mo: "Then shall I take Bruce with me then?"

Bangya: "...just as long as you are happy."

Song Mo never dreamed that there would be a day when he would take his partner to see his mother.

When he returned to the room, the young man's footsteps on the ground were floating.

Just as he was about to sit back on the bed, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

A call from Tony Stark.

The young man had no choice but to leave the room and press answer. On the other end of the phone, the richest man in New York who had just received the news of Song Mo's wake-up from Alfred immediately called: "Do you have time now?"

Song Mo: "What's the matter, Mr. Stark."

Tony Stark said in a serious tone: "We need to give you a comprehensive inspection."

Song Mo frowned, turned around and glanced at the closed master bedroom: "Then I'll go there now."

Alfred gave Song Mo the starter of the Sonic fighter on the tarmac, and the youth arrived at the Avengers in 10 minutes.

The supreme mage was already waiting there.

The comprehensive inspection Iron Man said was actually just for the mage to check what was in his mind. After all, he was taken back to Wayne Manor by Alfred after he got off the fighter plane. As a New York superhero, he couldn't bring a Ticket man rushed into Batman's lair to check his lover's health.

Half an hour later, Strange, who checked repeatedly more than ten times, finally withdrew his hand: "Do you think there is anything unusual about your body?"

Song Mo moved his arms subconsciously: "It's unusual—relaxed, does it count?"

"Forget it." The mage raised his eyebrows, and then said, "The crystallization of the Houkai energy in your brain has disappeared." He glanced at the Avengers around him, and said this sentence to them, "Including those gem."

Beside the mage, Hawkeye plucked his ears in disbelief: "So you mean—"

"Isn't the Soul Stone in his head?"

The mage repeated: "It is gone, from this universe."

Barton frowned, even though he understood Strange's words, he still felt: "Unbelievable."

Tony Stark, holding coffee, stopped at the door: "It's nothing incredible. It's something that can't be explained by theory. It's a miracle that his brain didn't blow up when two substances of equal magnitude collided. What happened later? Nothing surprising, maybe it's a good thing for us."

Strange glanced at Tony Stark: "Maybe this is indeed a good thing for you."

After reconfirming that there was nothing abnormal in Song Mo's mind, and that there was no longer any threat to his life except the ability that had increased to the trial level, Song Mo drove his plane back to Gotham.

The young man thought for a while, and parked the only plane without a bat logo in the entire Wayne Manor on the open space on the top floor of Wayne Enterprises, and took a look at the World Expo that reopened today after the rectification.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when he woke up. By the time he stopped in front of the huge Ferris wheel at the World Expo, the sky had already darkened.

The light panel above the Expo is a simulated artificial starry sky, surrounded by bright neon lights.

The phone vibrated at this moment, Song Mo took it out and took a look.

Caller ID is American Scythe.

When Bruce Wayne was awake, Alfred was still preparing dinner in the kitchen.Hearing footsteps behind him, he thought it was Song Mo who had come back, but when he turned around, he saw a mummy-like man wrapped in bandages all over his body.

The man looked nervous: "Where is Song Mo?"

The old butler put down the kitchen knife in his hand: "He has gone to the Avengers, young master, don't worry, he is recovering very well."

After hearing this, Bruce Wayne relaxed his brows. He touched his pocket, but failed to find his cell phone, then turned around and walked out of the kitchen to the master bedroom. Alfred behind him poked his head out and asked him, "You can go to the ground already." Walked?"

Actually not very good.

The freshly scabbed wound still hurts with every step I take.

But that doesn't matter.

Bruce Wayne found his mobile phone and made a call with Song Mo. He didn't feel relieved until he heard a young man's voice on the other end of the phone.

The prolonged coma made his voice hoarse: "Where are you?"

The voice of the young man on the other end of the phone was a little unclear because of the noisy environment: "I'm at the World Expo."

Bruce Wayne: "I'll pick you up."

The young man smiled: "No need, I can go back by myself."

Bruce Wayne glanced at the sky outside the window: "You wait for me there."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Alfred quickly prepared the car. In order not to suffer from walking or other rupture injuries on the way, Bruce Wayne could only lean on the cane that he hadn't taken out for a long time, and sat in the back seat of the car.

Song Mo stood in front of the Ferris wheel. He felt that he was thinking about a lot of things, but he didn't seem to think about anything. He just stood there and watched the passengers of the Ferris wheel change from batch to batch.

Suddenly there was a restless human voice behind him.

The young man turned his head, and sure enough, he saw the richest man in Gotham among the crowd, who could easily become the focus of everyone even with a cane.

Someone wanted to talk to him, but Bruce Wayne obviously didn't want to pay attention to them this time. The man with a cane was walking like flying, and he didn't look like he had suffered any serious injuries.

He crossed the crowd, stopped in front of Song Mo, and glanced at the behemoth turning behind him.

Bruce Wayne: "Would you like to ride the Ferris wheel?"

Song Mo smiled and said, "Of course, but not now." He glanced at Bruce Wayne's cane, "A patient should behave like a patient. You need to rest now, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce Wayne wanted to say that he was fine. If Song Mo wanted, he could take a round of the Ferris wheel with him, or a few laps, but before that, the young man smiled and said to him, "Go home."

The man froze for a moment, then his brows and eyes became gentle.He took the initiative to hold the young man's hand: "Okay."

The two of them completely ignored the people around them who had exploded, whispered, and even took out their mobile phones, turned off the flash and kept pressing the shutter. After walking out of the Expo, they sat in the back seat of the car one after the other.

The black car drove all the way back to Crescent Bay from the World Expo, and then stopped in front of the gate of Wayne Manor.

The hand held by the two of them never let go, until Song Mo wanted to reach out to open the door.

A hand stretched out from his side, pressing on the back of his head, and then, the man gently kissed him between the eyebrows.

"Welcome home."

"Mrs. Wayne."

Song Mo looked at Bruce Wayne, and waited until he recovered.

Beautiful eyes bent into crescents.

——The story of the future.

— will be longer than the present one.