When you have two sets of superheroes

It was almost twelve o'clock when Shirley arrived at Wayne Manor. When Dick saw her, he almost spit out the tea in his mouth. Shirley gave him a strange look. Dick swallowed the tea with difficulty and asked, "Did you just Did you go to a nightclub?"

"Uh..." Shirley pulled her skirt down, "No, it's a mission."

Dick lay on the back of the sofa and asked enviously, "Then can you take me with you on the next mission?"

Shirley raised her chin and said with a half-smile, "Ask your dad."

Dick: "..."

He turned his head stiffly, and sure enough, he saw Bruce standing on the stairs. His face was calm, but his eyes were as cold and sharp as Batman's.

"Dick," he said slowly, "what did you just say?"

"No, no!" Dick suddenly trembled like a cat with fried hair, he had no confidence in front of Bruce, "Just, just to say hello..."

His tone became weaker and weaker, Shirley couldn't help laughing, and rescued Robin from the fierce Batman, she ran towards Bruce: "Bruce!"

The high-heeled shoes landed on the marble floor with fine drumbeats, making a crisp sound like piano keys. Bruce walked down the stairs in three steps and two steps to catch her, as if he had caught a bird that was flapping its wings cheerfully. A nightingale flying towards him.

Dick bit the rim of his cup, helplessly and resignedly watching Batman's expressionless and emotional face softened in an instant, he really wanted to go back to the room, but at this moment the two were blocked by the stairs, Dick looked around , I could only tiptoe towards the kitchen with a cup in hand, and then saw Afu who was making milk tea.

"Aff."

"Master Dick," Afu greeted him, and raised the cup in his hand as a gesture, "Milk tea?"

"Well, it's just about to be on the night watch, so it's good to refresh yourself." Dick obediently took a sip, "It feels a bit bitter...?"

"Miss Shirley doesn't like drinking things that are too sweet." Afu said with a smile, and put the other two cups on the tray, "Same as the master."

"But you'd give father milk, but you wouldn't give Shirley milk."

"Because Miss Shirley doesn't like milk either." Afu picked up the tray and smiled kindly at Dick, "Besides, Wayne didn't have any hope of having a hostess until today. I can't force her away."

Dick: "..."

So because Bruce won't be forced to leave, does he deserve to drink the milk he hates every day?

On the other side, after Shirley finished hugging Bruce, she asked about Jason's situation: "I heard from Afu that Jason was sick, and the fever has not subsided?"

"..." Bruce paused, then nodded, "Yes."

Shirley: "Huh??? That's your son—"

"It's just a fever." Bruce rubbed her hair, and said in a calm tone, "It's very late, and you just finished your task, you should go back and rest first, and it won't be too late to come back tomorrow."

"I'm not tired," Shirley said. "Is Jason asleep?"

"Not yet. I took a drip in the afternoon and took medicine in the evening. I should feel better tomorrow."

Bruce replied that although he seemed indifferent and indifferent to his sick young son, in fact, he should have the same amount of greetings and care, but the two personalities are really difficult to get along with each other.

Suddenly, Batman's eyes froze, he bent his fingers and gently wiped the corners of Shirley's lips, his steel blue eyes narrowed slightly.

"The lipstick rubbed off." He said inexplicably.

Shirley also touched her lips subconsciously, and after she realized it, she said oh, and said indifferently: "It's nothing, it should have been accidentally taken out when Natasha was kissing just now."

Batman: "..."

Batman: "???"

"I'm going to see Jason." Shirley said, smiling and leaning over to kiss Bruce on the cheek, "Go to the night watch, I'll wait for you to come back."

I will wait for your return.

Bruce's lowered eyelashes trembled suddenly. He put his arms around Shirley's waist, and when he met the girl's confused gaze, he lowered his head and kissed her lips lightly. Before Shirley could speak, he took the initiative again. open.

"I'll be right back," Batman said, rolling a few syllables on the tip of his tongue, before finally uttering her name, "Shirley."

When you like someone, it's like having a piece of candy in your mouth. Every time you call out her name, you roll the candy in your mouth.

Shirley watched him leave. In order to avoid the noise of the high heels, she took off her shoes and put them aside before walking up the stairs and knocking on Jason's door.

"Jason, it's me."

It was quiet for a few seconds before the child's slightly hoarse voice came: "Come in."

"Jason?" Shirley walked in lightly. The child was sitting on the head of the bed. The room was dark, only the night light on the bedside table was still on. "Do you feel better?"

"I'm fine." Jason said stubbornly, his voice was so hoarse that it was almost like a drake's voice, but he still looked at Shirley with distaste, "Why are you dressed like this?"

"I was just doing an assignment," Shirley said, standing by the bed and asking him, "Can I sit down?"

"sit down."

Jason moved in uncomfortably. Maybe it was dark in the room. When Shirley's hand stretched out, he couldn't dodge it for a while, and let the cool palm gently stick to it. his forehead.

Xueli felt it for a few seconds. She was a little cold even with less clothes on. She couldn't figure out why, so she simply leaned over and pressed her forehead against it. Sure enough, she was still hot.

Jason almost froze into a fossil, and another soft breath sprayed on his face, but in just a few seconds, the unique fragrance of a girl left him quickly.

"Still have a fever," Shirley said worriedly, "It's been a day, haven't you taken your medicine?"

Jason said in a muffled voice, "After eating, Afu said that if he is not well tomorrow, he will have an IV drip."

"Okay, let's go to bed first, maybe one night will be better." Shirley said, getting up and pulling the quilt for him to signal him to lie down, "It's late, Jason, go to bed."

Jason looked up at her and asked, "Are you going back?"

Shirley froze for a moment, then asked softly, "Do you want me to stay, Jason?"

In the last days, she also helped her companions take care of their children. The boys were also in their teens. Because of the bad environment and worse people's hearts in the last days, they became more rebellious than the children in the rebellious period.Shirley doesn't think she is a very sympathetic person, but she can't help but have a bit of compassion for children. She took good care of him during the difficult escape journey, and thanks to that experience, how much did she feel? Understand the psychology and ideas of some children.

Jason pursed his lips and didn't speak, he just retracted himself under the quilt, revealing his messy black hair.

Of course, Shirley would not expect the awkward and gloomy child to learn to express her emotions. She smiled, turned off the night light for him, and said, "I promise you will see me when you wake up tomorrow, okay?" ?"

Jason rubbed the quilt silently.

Shirley helped him tuck the corners of the quilt, rolled the edge of the quilt in, and stopped her quilt rolling after Jason protested dissatisfiedly, "Hey, I'm almost wrapped into a silkworm chrysalis!", and left the room after saying good night .

"Afu," she closed the door carefully, and went up to ask the old housekeeper not far away, "What happened to Jason and Bruce?"

"Old question about the night watch," Aff said softly. "I'm sorry to bother you, Miss Shirley."

"It's okay, it's okay," Shirley said quickly, "You don't have to be so rude, just call me by my name."

"It doesn't matter, I'm used to it." Afu said with a smile, "Do you need to freshen up? There are everything in the guest room prepared by the master. Maybe you can go and have a rest first."

"Okay," Shirley nodded, the skirt on her body was a little tight, and she also wanted to change into comfortable clothes and remove her makeup, "Then I'll take a shower first."

So when Batman came back, what he saw was Shirley in pajamas and Alfred sitting at a small table by the window playing chess. Like the camera in aperture mode, there is a soft halo.

"Uh, Alfred..."

"Is it wrong?"

"Um……"

The old housekeeper said gently: "You can regret the game."

"really?"

"of course."

Batman went back to the Batcave to change his clothes. When they came up, the two were still playing chess. Shirley's brown hair, which was originally neat, was messed up by her, and it was scattered on her shoulders.

"Well, Alfred..."

"OK."

"Thank you, Alfred!"

Bruce laughed unconsciously, stood by and watched Shirley regret countless chess moves, while helping her straighten her messy hair.

Well, and finally lost.

"Master, Miss Shirley, it's time for you to go back and rest."

"Let's go," Bruce said to Shirley.

"Good night, Alfred!"

"Good night, Miss Shirley."

The two walked up the stairs, and Afu turned off the lights in the living room. The darkness covered the Wayne Mansion little by little like splashed ink, leaving only the wall lights in the corridor still on.

Shirley's room is next to Bruce's, near the inside.Bruce grabs her arm as she walks past, Shirley stops and looks back at him, Bruce steps forward and wraps his arms around her.

"Good night kiss." He said almost like a rascal.

5 minute later.

Shirley who was pulled into Bruce's bedroom=皮=: What was agreed was just a goodnight kiss? ? ?Men are big pigs! ! !

As two people with good physical strength, if they hadn't considered the time issue, they probably wouldn't be able to close their eyes until the sun came out. However, Shirley didn't sleep for too long, and she didn't know why she suddenly woke up.It was already dawn at this time, she yawned and turned to look at Bruce, only to find that he seemed to be having a nightmare, his breathing was extremely heavy, sometimes rapid and sometimes calm, the eyeballs under his eyelids were constantly trembling, and his body twitched from time to time, as if He tried his best to break free from the nightmare but was unable to do so.

Shirley hesitated for a moment on how to wake him up. Bruce's mental state was obviously a little unstable. If he woke people up hastily, given Batman's vigilant habits——

Shirley turned over and sat up, straightened the cotton vest she was wearing, adjusted her posture, and tentatively called out: "Bruce?" At the same time, she reached out to touch his hand.

The next moment, Bruce opened his eyes suddenly, clasped her wrist with his left hand, and seemed to want to wave his other hand, but stopped when he saw clearly who was in front of him.

He tensed his body unconsciously, and his muscles bulged like rocks. Shirley tilted her head and looked at him. In view of Batman's subconscious burst of murderous intent that could not be ignored at this moment, she herself was in the same state.

I have to say, this is really a wonderful couple relationship.

"Hey..." she said softly, holding his hand, "Have you had a nightmare?"

I don't know who dreamed about Arkham, Shirley was a little curious.

Bruce paused for a moment, shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Not really."

He pulled her hand, Shirley lay down, Bruce hugged her, the distance between the two suddenly shortened a lot, Shirley's side face was pressed against his bare chest, she stretched out her hand to poke He squeezed Batman's chest muscles and said: "Keep your figure, or don't think about hugging me like that again." This kind of intimate hugging position will only be performed when both of them are awake, with someone in their arms or a sticker on their body. With individuals it is completely impossible for them to sleep.

Bruce laughed, rubbed his chin against the top of her head, and whispered yes.

His dream is indeed not a nightmare, and on the contrary, this dream is quite ordinary compared to the day when Shirley disappeared in previous dreams, but for Batman, it is worse than a nightmare Not too much.

He dreamed of Shirley—it was nothing strange, but the man with the red cape standing next to Shirley made Batman feel an unspeakable anger.

superman.

To be honest, Bruce has lost a lot of prejudice against Superman after the Doomsday incident, and the relationship between them has eased a lot after the Steppenwolf. Although they are not close to each other, they are at least friends.However, the Batman in the dream obviously forgot all of this, and his sanity and self-control were also covered up by the absurd dreams that don't need to pay attention to logic. Had a fight with someone, let alone Batman - yes, definitely, because he was wearing a Batman costume at the time, and he knew exactly who he was.

The intense anger and hostility in the dream was as real as if it had happened. Until now, Bruce was a little depressed after waking up. Although he suppressed all those shameful little emotions in his heart, it aroused him. Although I didn't deliberately think of it, but I always remember it clearly and clearly-on the day Shirley came back after the fusion of dimensions, she went to Metropolis for the first time.

Bruce told himself it was because Superman was dead, and it was only natural for Shirley, as a friend who had been involved in the whole thing, to have been unable to believe it, to want to make sure, but…

"Bruce."

"Ok?"

"I'm a little hungry." Shirley said vaguely, biting his shoulder and grinding her teeth.

Bruce smiled, stepped back a little distance, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "I'll make breakfast."

Shirley rolled around on the bed wrapped in a quilt, and Bruce was dressing with his back facing her. There were many scars on his back, the most obvious being knife wounds and gunshot wounds, but there were also some hideous wounds similar to burns.She couldn't help but ask: "Does anyone really believe that these injuries are from playing extreme sports, I mean, has anyone played extreme sports and had these wounds from mortars?"

"Of course, not everyone has research on scars." Bruce said. After putting on his pants, he turned around and kissed Shirley. She was only wearing a camisole, revealing a large back and chest with smooth skin. With my special physique, I wouldn't have been fooled for so long, Miss Nightingale."

It's rare that Batman has been able to say this in a helpless but calm tone, but Shirley still touched her nose with some guilt, Bruce rubbed her hair, and said, "I'll make breakfast, and I'll be there in 10 minutes." it is good."

It's less than seven o'clock now, and Afu hasn't gotten up yet. Bruce skillfully starts the coffee machine to make coffee, then puts the toast into the toaster, turns on two pots at the same time, one fried egg and one fried chicken steak, and washes A few slices of lettuce, the sandwich was ready in 8 minutes, and the rest of the time was waiting for the coffee to be brewed and served upstairs.

Bruce opened the door with his legs, Shirley leaned against the window with his back to him, the morning light outside the window made her dark brown hair as bright and gentle as if it had been cast a layer of golden light.She was wearing his shirt, which was so long that it covered her thighs, revealing her straight and slender legs. The large men's shirt was like a robe on her body, making her even more petite and slender.

To be honest, it's hard for a man not to be moved when faced with this kind of scene.

The heart that belonged to Bruce had already softened into one piece, exposing the solid core inside that Batman controlled, but now even that place seemed to have planted weed seeds underneath, a wave of The inexplicable emotion grew like crazy, and cracks appeared on the hard shell.

Shirley heard the sound and looked back at him. At the same time, there was a head made of steel protruding from the window in front of her. The gold and red color reflected in the sun so much that it almost blinded his eyes, which made Bruce recover instantly. To a state of expressionless indifference.

Iron Man waved to him and said, "Hi Wayne, good morning."

bat:"……"

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Tony: "DoYouTrustMe?"

Captain: "ido."

I do n’t eat Shield Iron, but I ’m so happy to see them reconcile. ! ! ! ! !

*Today's Sand Sculpture Theater

Everyone in Gotham today was surprised to find that Batman had a lipstick mark on his cheek.

Jocker was in high spirits: "Bat!"

Harley Quinn: "Pudin~ First ask me what color is the lipstick mark on his face before playing with him~"

clown:"……???"