The correct way to attack the villain

Eleven o'clock at noon is not the dining peak, and it is a working day. There are only three tables of guests in the whole restaurant, and the other two tables follow them in. Or frantically adjust the camera pose with the mobile phone in the sleeve.

They thought they were taking pictures of the richest man in Gotham going out on a date with some celebrity or friend or something, but in fact.

What they photographed was Batman and the Joker sitting peacefully at the same table after taking off their disguises, discussing what to do in the afternoon.

This kind of scene probably only happened in fan forums before today.

The artificial intelligence brain Bangya, who had been ordered to mute the whole day for fear of spoiling the atmosphere, stayed quietly in Song Mo's mind, thinking silently.

"I'm sorry, sir." Probably couldn't stand the two tables sitting and taking pictures without ordering customers, the only waiter in the store stood in front of the two tables not far away with the plate, "We are here It's a restaurant, if you want to take pictures, I suggest you go out and turn left, there is a replica of the oracle clock tower, which is guaranteed to be exactly the same as the one in Old Gotham. And you, ladies."

The guests at the two tables were taken aback by the words, and reluctantly put away their mobile phones, the waiter came to their table with the plate.

"Your steak."

The waiter put the steak in the middle of the table, poured the sauce mixed with hot oil, and turned away.Just as Bruce was about to reach for it, Song Mo took a step ahead of him. He picked up the knife and fork to cut the steak into pieces in a very natural way, and said while cutting: "I suddenly thought of something I read somewhere long ago, boss, Written by a Texan."

The richest man withdrew his hand that was too late to reach out, and looked at the young man who was talking.

Song Mo: "All men eat ribeye steak, only women and sissies choose filet."

Bruce: "..."

After Song Mo finished cutting the steak, he pushed the dinner plate over. Bruce looked at the steak that was cut into small pieces and the bacon that was well wrapped on it, and silently put down the knife.

The waiter quickly brought up the second plate of steak. The young man who said just now that only women and sissies eat filet immediately raised his knife and fork, and asked the waiter to go to the back kitchen to add an extra serving of bacon for him.After noticing the man's gaze, he smiled viciously and said, "You don't think what I just said makes sense, do you? It was just used to sell ribeye when they talked about facing desire and freedom of personality at length. Can't you tell the trick of the steak?"

Even eating a steak has to rise to the point of facing desire and freedom of personality. This is indeed a very "American" fuss.

The young man swallowed the beef in his mouth, and suddenly whispered: "Actually, I wanted to pursue that waitress when I was young."

The topic was too jumpy, Bruce chewed for a while, and didn't even know what expression to put on.

"Of course, I didn't realize that I was a gay at that time, but I just thought she was nice." Song Mo fiddled with the beef on the plate with a fork, "Only she will be patient when she receives my delivery call." She introduces me to every dish, sometimes tells me jokes, and sneaks an extra serving of bacon into every delivery, and most importantly, she's not from Gotham."

"Later, I hung up the phone on Mother's Day to confess my love to her. She laughed and told me that the bacon comes with every takeaway, which is used to offset the high delivery fee. She also advised me at my age that I should go to Find the same elementary school girl to confess, her age is a bit too old for me."

"But I never went to elementary school."

As the young man spoke, his eyes were a little out of focus because of the memory.Bruce stopped what he was doing and listened quietly to him, but he seemed to lose interest after he said this, and just turned his head casually to glance at the waitress standing upright on the counter.

"But I just saw the ring on her finger. The wear marks are so heavy, it should be married for a long time."

After Song Mo finished speaking, he turned his head and continued to eat the steak on his plate.

Bruce looked at the young man, wanting to say something, but comforting people had never been his forte.Just when he was about to speak, the young man couldn't restrain himself from laughing.

He put down his fork and quickly took a piece of tissue paper beside the table to wipe off the sauce from the corner of his mouth: "Sorry, I thought of that actor again."

After speaking, he stood up: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Bruce watched Song Mo go to the front desk and say something to the waitress, and then the waitress pointed him to a location, and when Song Mo disappeared around the corner of the restaurant, he waved to the waitress.

"Hi sir, how can I help you?"

Bruce: "Checkout."

The waitress smiled and said, "That little gentleman just got married."

The man stopped taking out his card and frowned, until the waitress returned to the front desk and looked at the half-eaten steak in front of him with a complicated expression, which was cut into even sizes.Honestly.

He was uncomfortable with this feeling.

Five minutes later, Song Mo returned to the dining table, and after eating the remaining steak on the plate, he said excitedly, "What time shall we go to the aquarium in the afternoon?"

On Song Mo's so-called wish list, he wrote several places, from the amusement park in Beihai Cape to the football performance at the Knights Arena, but due to time constraints, he could only go to one place, so after discussing, he put the target It ended up at the Oceanarium in South Hinckley.

Bruce: "Two o'clock."

Song Mo took out his mobile phone: "Then I will order now——"

Bruce didn't know what he was arguing for, and before the young man even had time to unlock his phone, he interrupted in a low voice: "I've booked the ticket."

Song Mo paused.

Bruce got up, picked up the suit jacket draped over the back of the chair and hung it on his wrist: "Let's go, you still have time to go for a drive on Uptown Island."

Going for a drive in Shangcheng Island is also something that was written in Song Mo's list.

Song Mo didn't say anything else. He put away his phone and followed the man. Before walking out of the restaurant, he turned around and waved to the waitress.

Uptown Island is the smallest island in the north of Gotham. Because it is surrounded by the sea and it is very convenient for sewage discharge, it was a place where heavy industry was entrenched ten years ago. After that, Bruce took over Wayne Enterprises and removed those factories for serious environmental pollution. And built a green viewing park with a huge coverage area.

Now this place, like Robinson Park, has been included in her territory by Poison Ivy.

The sports car drove slowly along Huanhai Road, and the car radio was playing soothing music. Song Mo reached out and switched the channel. It was exactly twelve o'clock at noon, and the radio broadcast the news of the GBS channel on time, and the voice of the hostess came from inside.

"Good afternoon, citizens of Gotham, today our theme still revolves around Batman. The video about him giving up twenty Gotham citizens in order to save the Joker a few days ago seems to have become a fact, and we have no way of knowing It proves whether this is true or not, because the only thing that can prove the situation at the scene is the live video, although the video has been analyzed by experts and given a highly misleading conclusion from the shooting angle, so what is the truth? Even Sergeant Gordon dare not say more about the gray scene. But in other respects, we still have a lot to say."

"Yesterday the Gotham Police Department announced Batman's secret operations in the past ten years on the official website. I believe many people have seen it, and the reaction after reading it is as incredible as I am. We can't imagine the past ten years. How much Batman has done for Gotham, especially as Director Gordon said, there are many things that cannot be announced because of the high level of confidentiality. If you haven’t read it, then I suggest you go and see it now, but you probably Can't even squeeze into a server."

"We can't blame Batman just because he saved the Joker. Everyone knows that Batman doesn't kill people, and he has saved many other criminals before that. It's always a mystery whether those twenty Gotham citizens are there. From my personal point of view, I don't believe that Batman is the kind of person who would disregard the lives of twenty Gotham citizens, because in the report released by Director Gordon, Batman has sacrificed countless times for the citizens of Gotham. life."

"There is no doubt that without Batman, there would be no—"

Bruce reached out and switched back to the music station.

Song Mo turned his head and glanced at the man in the driver's seat: "Are you embarrassed by the praise?"

Bruce held the steering wheel with his bony hands, and there was no useful expression on his face. Just like Alfred said, he would not be disappointed by Gotham's slander for him, just like he never enjoyed those people's slander for him sought after.

"Ahead is Shangcheng Island."

Song Mo glanced forward.

Poison Ivy's private garden floats on the sparkling sea level.

In order to make it easier for young people to stick their heads out to see the park across the Queens River at any time, Bruce wiped the handrail and parked the car under the shade of the trees in the northernmost parking area.

After opening the car window, the sound of the sea breeze filled my ears.

Neither of them got out of the car. Song Mo rolled down the car window, put both hands on the window sill, and looked at the center of the waves not far away, covered by a huge semi-circular transparent glass, and a sea of ​​flowers could be seen inside. In the Jingyuan District, he couldn't help but let out an admiration.

He had long wanted to see if this small island, known as the most beautiful sea garden in Gotham, was as beautiful as it was in the photo, but the only time his adoptive father agreed to bring him here was when they hadn't even set foot in the northern area. Stopped by Poison Ivy, let alone Shangcheng Island, I didn't even see the crime port.

All the villains in Gotham hate clowns, which is recognized, but Poison Ivy is the only one who hates his adoptive father so much. Song Mo thinks that is probably because of Aunt Harley, because Poison Ivy is really close to right. Li's favor is written all over her face, but that's not important.

Afterwards, he was busy running between Abyss College and Xavier. Apart from going to class every day, he was flying, and later he had to take care of the destruction every night. He hadn't even been to the nearest People's Park in Roland Community for a long time.

This is the first time he has seen Shangcheng Island,

No one spoke in the car, and only the sound of wind and waves remained on the entire Huanhai Road. Bruce looked over Song Mo's head in the direction of Shangcheng Island.It had been about three or four years since he had last seen the island, and now the island had almost completely changed.

Although Poison Ivy gives everyone headaches when it comes to crime, she's a terrific gardener.

I don't know how long it took, when Bruce looked back.

The young man had fallen asleep on the seat.

In these two days when the weather is not too hot, the sea breeze on the seaside in summer is simply the best weapon to breed sleepiness.

Bruce watched Song Mo fall asleep with his head tilted. After a while, he crossed the seat and gently unfastened his seat belt on his chest. Then he closed the windows on both sides and turned on the air conditioner to block the noisy waves around him. Voice.

Bruce doesn’t have the habit of taking a nap, and there’s no bat cave here to handle things for him. The mobile phone can do limited business and most of it is done by Alfred. The only thing he can do seems to be to stay where he is and do nothing. Do.

Bruce adjusted his posture and leaned on the back seat like Song Mo.

He almost forgot when was the last time he emptied himself like this.

The man looked at the road stretching forward in front of the car window, the waves crashing against the rocks in the distance, and the young man's irregular breathing sounded in his ears. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep after ten minutes.

And surprisingly, he slept soundly.

After a while, the young man in the passenger seat opened his eyes. He stared at the man's profile for a long time, then lightly took out the list from his pocket, and crossed out two of them.

Bruce was woken up by a phone alarm.

He didn't know when he still set the alarm clock, the man opened his eyes, frowned and touched the cell phone, trying to press the alarm clock, only reacted after seeing the strange shape of the cell phone.

This is Song Mo's phone.

He reached out and pressed the center of his eyebrows, and when he was about to stand up, he found that he was still covered with the suit jacket he had placed in the back seat. Bruce froze for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the passenger seat.

The passenger seat was empty. The young man did not know when he woke up, and he was standing outside the window, lying on the guardrail and looking down at the waves.

As if sensing something, he turned his head to look in Bruce's direction.

The sound insulation in the car was very good, he couldn't hear his alarm clock ringing, and the glass was one-way, so he couldn't see what was going on inside, but the young man seemed to be sure that the man had woken up, so he jumped off the guardrail and lay on his stomach. On the car glass, he opened his mouth and said something.

Bruce had just woken up, and his consciousness was not very clear. It was not until Song Mo finished the second sentence that he slowly reached out and pressed the car window, but the young man shut up as soon as the car window opened a crack.

He opened the car door and sat back in his seat, buckled up his seat belt: "Go to the aquarium, boss."

Bruce: "Yes."

The aquarium in South Hinckley is the only one in Gotham and the largest in the country. There are no animal performances or entertainment facilities. There is only a curved, 7.6-kilometer-long tunnel that runs through the entire venue, and It occupies an area comparable to that of the World Expo.

and few to no tourists.

Gotham's tourism industry has never been developed, and almost no local residents will choose to visit an aquarium that has been built for more than ten years on weekdays.

The footsteps of the two people echoed almost throughout the tunnel.

"This is the first time I have come to the aquarium, boss."

Bruce followed Song Mo, the young man walked briskly, walked to the entrance of the tunnel, and then turned around: "Is this aquarium also owned by the Wayne Group?"

Bruce: "Yes."

Song Mo: "Then you should really change its admission regulations. I should have been able to visit it long ago."

He walked into the gate while swiping the ticket and said: "That time I managed to save enough money, and sneaked out while my adoptive father was away, but the staff of your aquarium said that children without their parents can't enter the aquarium privately, even the ticket is not allowed." If you don’t sell it to me, the pocket money will be confiscated by my adoptive father when I go back.”

Bruce subconsciously imagined the scene, and couldn't help clenching his fist and coughing lightly.

He could see that Song Mo really liked this place. The tunnel at the gate entrance of the venue was only a few lackluster glass cabinets, which contained some very common tropical fish, but even so, the young man was still very excited, unlike the ones Bruce had seen before. The excitement of about to do something bad, the non-provocative eyes and nasty smile on his face are the agility and freshness that he should really have at his age.

This isn't the first time Bruce has become aware of the problem.

Song Mo is only 17 years old this year. A normal person should still be in the twelfth grade of high school at this age. The biggest difficulty in life is just worrying about which university to go to in the future.

Instead of almost dying time and time again like him.

One of the two walked ahead excitedly, while the other strolled behind, and soon came to the first corner of the tunnel.

Song Mo exclaimed as soon as he saw the scene inside.

The tunnel of the aquarium changes from the deep-sea area to the shallow-sea area. They are now stepping into the deep-sea area. The huge special pressurized cabin and dim light around them make this place depressing and mysterious. Song Mo swims past his head from time to time and cannot call his name. The fish is so huge that everyone's scalp will go numb when they see it.

Bruce followed behind, watching every two steps he had to lie on the glass to take a good look, lightly pointing at the glass with his fingers trying to communicate with the fish inside, and occasionally pointing to a rare and beautiful fish for him to follow The young people watching together suddenly had the illusion of bringing their children to the aquarium.

Of course, he has always had the idea of ​​adopting Song Mo, and it has gradually become stronger as time goes by.

They walked the seven-kilometer tunnel for a long time, and even called the person in charge to extend the retreat time, but even so, when the sky was about to darken, no matter how much Song Mo delayed, the two of them reached the end of the tunnel.

It is also the best place to see the whole tunnel.

This is the only tunnel in the shallow sea area that has no artificial lights and can be completely projected by sunlight. It does not have the suffocation of the seabed brought by the dim light in the deep sea area. In a flat place, the surrounding area is open and unobstructed by high-rise buildings. The setting sun casts down the thick sea water, and the deep blue sea water turns orange red with sun spangles.

No one can imagine how beautiful it can be.

The entire tunnel is like an endless treasure buried in a huge shipwreck in the deep sea.

Song Mo's eyes widened, his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground, and he couldn't move anymore.

I don't know how long it took.

"Boss." Song Mo said suddenly, "You may not believe me when I say it. I have never been to the aquarium, nor have I ever been to a movie theater with anyone since I grew up."

Standing beside him, Bruce turned his head to look at the young man.

"I didn't go to a restaurant to eat alone with anyone, nor did I go for a ride with someone. Before today, I didn't even go shopping in Chinatown."

"When I was a kid, my adoptive father said he would take me there when I grew up."

Bruce frowned, and changed the subject before the young man spoke again: "What did you want to tell me before?"

Song Mo glanced at him: "Before?"

Bruce: "During the Ring Road."

Song Mo seemed to recall it for a while, then smiled and said, "You want to know?"

Bruce: "Yeah."

His original intention was that this was better than Song Mo's last topic.

Then he heard the young man say, "I said, I'm thinking about a problem."

Bruce: "What's the problem?"

Song Mo turned his head: "I'm thinking."

"Would I still like you without Batman?"

When the young man said these words, his eyes were fixed on the school of fish and the huge coral reef in the tunnel. The setting sun cast down from the thick glass, his eyelashes were dyed gold, and his pupils reflected everything in the glass.

Bruce froze for a moment.

He didn't know if it was because of the atmosphere or something else, the two of them stood at the end of the aquarium, and they would walk out of the tunnel one step further.

Like a young man making self-assumptions about himself, he followed suit.

If there was no barrier of status between them, and he was in his young twenties, would he—

A sea fish quickly swiped past the two of them and brought Bruce Wayne back to his sanity.

After he realized what he was thinking just now, the man frowned.

The young man next to him suddenly clapped his hands: "Of course the answer is no, no one likes a playboy, or if you don't need the disguise of a playboy, you may become a rigid work machine like Fox, I just It’s just too scary to think about it.”

Song Mo said, turned around, and held out his hand to Bruce: "Then today's date is here first, I have to go back and make dinner for my roommate, otherwise he will definitely run off to eat junk food again."

Bruce didn't speak, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and shook it back.

The sun had completely set, and artificial lights were temporarily turned on in the tunnel, and the young man's eyes turned back to glass blue, which was lighter than the color of sea water.

"From today onwards, we only have a cooperative relationship, boss."

Song Mo let go of his hand as he spoke, walked out of the tunnel, and poked his head halfway out of the corner as if he suddenly remembered something before leaving the aquarium completely: "By the way, there is also a debt relationship, I seem to owe you Ten years' wages?"

After he finished speaking, he completely walked out of the aquarium, and Bruce seemed to vaguely hear him say something behind him: "If I still survive."

At seven o'clock in the evening New York time, Bruce returned to Wayne Manor.

Alfred stood in the hall, holding the courier that had just been signed in his hand, raised his eyebrows when he saw Bruce outside the door: "I thought you would come back a little later? Do you need me to cook for you now? ?”

Bruce looked at the cardboard box in the old butler's hand.

As if he knew what he was going to ask, before the man could speak, Alfred put the box on the table: "I don't know what it is, I just signed for it, and I never knew Gotham You can still receive the courier after six o'clock."

Bruce looked at the carton, reached out and tore off the courier slip, revealing the sender's address underneath.

It was sent from Roland Community.

He frowned, and easily tore open the carton with his hand.

It contained Batman's stuff, his gloves, his smart computer, his belt, and a thin, compressed pillow that was placed at the bottom of the box.

The old butler seemed a little surprised. He glanced at the contents of the box, then looked up at Bruce, and said after a while: "It seems that you have made what you think is the right choice."

Alfred said, turning and walking towards the kitchen.

"Hope you've been right all along."