When you have two sets of superheroes

Only later did Shirley know what the so-called "I will notify you" in 1997 meant.

It was another day when she slept until the sun was up, and Xue Li was brushing her teeth in a daze, when she suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness, and she fell down like a hole was broken under her feet, and Xue Li, who was full of toothpaste foam, fell down in a daze. On the couch in his apartment in Gotham.

[Little Little Nine? ? 】

1997: [Information, Shirley. 】

Shirley: [Your npc is so low-level that they can't even reply text messages? 】

1997: [Of course it can be replaced, but different tasks may be triggered by replying to different content, and the npc cannot decide by itself. 】

【……All right. 】

Shirley reluctantly took the phone with her toothbrush in her mouth, and the interface displayed a message from Wayne.

Bruce Wayne: [Have you eaten yet? 】

【No. 】

[I'm near your house, just passing by, do you have time to have a meal together? 】

Shirley looked at the phone blankly, paused for a while, and replied: [Okay. 】

Throwing the phone aside, Shirley thought while brushing her teeth. It seems that this dungeon will last for a while, so she might as well go back and pick up Xiaochaoying and Xiaoba, so as to avoid a free fall every one or two days .

Shirley put the little superheroes on the bed, and sat one by one to watch her buy clothes from the system mall to fill the closet. After tangling in the closet, she continued to worry about what to wear today.

Natasha stared intently at a black dress, "That one, the one with tulle, and a coat over it, the camel one on the far right looks the best, and then put on high heels."

The other men, who felt that every dress was similar, remained silent.

Shirley changed clothes with one click, took a picture in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's been a long time since I dressed like this in normal times."

Needless to say, in the last days, I wear jeans, a denim jacket and military boots every day; after choosing a dungeon, I dress more casually. In summer, I wear shorts, a t-shirt, and in winter, I wear jeans, a sweater and a jacket. What about the bum.

Tony: "Not only that, you haven't had dinner with a normal man for a long time."

Shirley said blankly, "...you shut up."

She checked her dress for the last time, and after confirming that it was correct, she picked up her handbag and went out.

Bruce was waiting for her downstairs, Shirley hurried up to meet her, and smiled apologetically: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No, I walked around and just arrived." Bruce said with a smile, and opened the car door for her, "Today is beautiful, Shirley."

Shirley was wearing her seat belt, and when she heard this, she raised her head and smiled at him, saying, "You're handsome too, Mr. Wayne."

"Where, how can it be one ten-thousandth of yours."

Bruce got into the cab, then leaned over and took a bouquet of roses from the back seat and handed them to Shirley.

Shirley opened her eyes slightly, "For me?"

"Of course." Bruce seemed amused by her expression, and there was a bit of a smile in his deep voice, "It's a memory of the first date."

Shirley was a little taken aback, dating...?Wait, what's the concept of normal people dating?They've only met once to count as a date?

But no matter what, she still smiled and said thanks, holding the bouquet in her arms.

The scent of roses was not strong. Shirley lowered her head and sniffed gently. It was a faint fragrance with a breath of life.

She fiddled with the petals with her fingertips, and they felt soft and delicate to the touch, so fragile that they could be crushed with a little force.

Bruce turned his head to look at her: "Do you like it?"

"Yeah." Shirley nodded, "I like flowers and animals."

like living things.

"Do you have cats or dogs at home?"

"I raised a golden retriever," Shirley said with a smile, thinking of Xiaoba who accompanied her through the end of the world, her voice subconsciously softened, "It's very good, very smart and sensible, and it doesn't make people bother at all."

You don't need to eat, drink, and scatter, don't shed your hair, don't bite people, and you can understand instructions to run errands for you, emmm...

Shirley: "... To be honest, sometimes I even feel that it is feeding me."

Bruce laughed and complained half-truthfully: "Shirley, your tone really made me jealous of that golden retriever."

Shirley said silently in her heart that she would not, if you have ever seen an unknown object that Xiao Ba bit the zombie's head and stuffed his mouth.

The next lunch went smoothly. Bruce Batman Wayne looked cynical, but he was a person with a high emotional intelligence. As long as he wanted to, he could have a very pleasant conversation.

For example, Shirley said that she likes animals and raised a golden retriever, and Bruce asked her what she thought of horses, and after getting a positive response, he invited her to go horseback riding together in the future; from the topic of horse riding, I learned that she likes the excitement brought by high speed , and then turned the topic to racing cars. Although Shirley didn't study sports cars, she thought her driving skills were quite good. After all, in the last days, she also crashed into trees, telephone poles and zombies all the way here.But that's not the purpose of her picking up this one. Shirley looked at Bruce with her chin propped up, and asked, "Mr. Wayne, have you seen Batman's Batmobile?"

Bruce paused insignificantly while holding the wine glass, then put the glass back on the table and said, "I saw it once by chance, what's the matter?"

Shirley showed a smile: "I don't know much about racing cars, but it must be that the configuration of the Batmobile is not cheap. Maybe you will meet Batman himself without a uniform on some occasion?"

Bruce lowered his eyes, rubbed his fingertips on the wine glass, and said casually: "It's an interesting idea." He raised his eyes and smiled slightly, "Shirley is interested in Batman?"

"It's a little bit." Shirley said frankly, "I just arrived in Gotham not long ago, and I'm a little curious about this so-called... dark knight."

"Just kidding, what kind of knight is it? It's just a clown."

Bruce snorted lightly, his attitude was so natural, his eyes were contemptuous and disdainful, as if he really looked down on him.If Shirley hadn't opened the cheat, I'm afraid I would never have thought that Bruce Wayne was Batman.

This topic was originally just a temporary idea of ​​hers, and she didn't ask much after seeing it, and turned the matter over with a few words.

When I was checking out, I met a blond lady who seemed to have some kind of friendship with Bruce—the very deep kind. She first glared at Shirley, and then looked at Bruce, with a bit of feigned anger on her face. With a small temper, his voice was coquettish: "Bruce, you haven't seen me for a long time."

Bruce pauses, embarrassingly unable to remember the man's name, in fact, he can't even remember the face.

"I'll visit when I have time." Bruce said politely.

The blonde girl was choked by his business-like tone, and continued pestering unwillingly: "Bruce, don't you want to introduce the lady next to you?"

"Shirley," Shirley stretched out her hand, "Hi, Shirley Su."

She has always been more tolerant of good-looking people. This blonde girl has a beautiful face, plump breasts, fat hips, and is very charming. Let alone a man, even a woman will pay more attention to her when she meets her.

Thinking of this, Shirley couldn't help staring at her for a while, the girl was stunned first, and then blushed, as if she was about to explode, but before she could speak, Bruce grabbed Shirley's waist and said to her Said: "Sorry, we still have something to do, let's go first, see you when we have a chance."

Without waiting for her to respond, the two turned and walked out of the restaurant. During the meal just now, Bruce mentioned that there was a park nearby and they could go for a walk there, so they walked slowly along the side of the road.

"Mr. Wayne."

Shirley took a few quick steps, then turned to face Bruce, and walked backwards with her hands behind her back.The breeze blew her long hair loose behind her back, Shirley raised her hand and pinned her hair behind her ears, with a smile on her face, she looked gentle and harmless but asked with a stick in her arms: "Mr. Wayne, I am you Who was the first person brought to this park?"

"The first one." Bruce didn't change his face, "Others prefer me to accompany them to the mall."

Shirley asked back, "How do you know I don't like shopping malls?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows and said with a low smile, "No hurry, I will tell you slowly in the future."

Shelly: "..."

Routines are routines.

Although it was noon, there was still a lot of traffic on the road. Bruce turned slightly to protect Shirley inside. At this moment, the air around him trembled as if it had been pierced by a sharp knife. The two people who were equally keen Raising his head at the same time, Bruce reacted a step faster, threw Shirley to protect her and rolled a few times on the spot.

Simultaneously with the explosion, 1997's notification sounded: [Ding——trigger a c-level task, please find the bomb killer who is in the crowd, and prevent more people from being victimized. 】

"Shirley?" Bruce stood up, and the slight ringing in his ears made him blink a few times, "Is it hurt?"

Shirley shook her head, looking at the street lamp that was blown in half and fell on the asphalt road with uncertain eyes. The attack just now happened not far behind Bruce, and Shirley was facing him just enough to see something moving towards the street lamp. She flew over, but her attention was on Bruce at the time, and the thing was too fast and too fast, so she couldn't see it clearly.

Bruce helped her stand up and walked quickly to the nearby store. The terrified passers-by were also screaming and running, and the car sirens blared extremely piercingly.

"Mr. Wayne!" Shirley pressed his arm and said anxiously, "Wait a minute, there is a child over there!"

Bruce looked back and found a little girl about five or six years old holding an ice cream standing beside the zebra crossing and crying. The traffic on the road was chaotic, and there were adults running around on the sidewalk. She was scared and at a loss , could only stand there trembling and wiping away tears.

"I--"

"Go in first, Shirley, and wait for me inside, I'll be back soon."

Bruce ran towards the child without waiting for Shirley to speak. Shirley gritted her teeth, ran to the steps next to the shop and squatted down, leaning her back against the corner, and took out a dart from her backpack under the cover of her coat. In his hand, he stared intently at Bruce's figure.

This time she saw clearly, there was a golden light shooting in the direction of Bruce, it was something like a golden poker card, Shirley threw a dart, and the dart exploded again after colliding with the poker card, Bruce embraced The child was rolled in a circle by the air current and hit the steps by the side of the road.

Shirley quickly left the spot, changed her position, and chased after him, helping Bruce pick up the child and hide in a shop by the roadside.

Shirley stuffed the child under the cabinet to hide and wanted to lie on the edge of the window to look out, but Bruce pulled her, and the two squatted down together, "Be careful."

Shirley looked back at him and wanted to say it was okay, but when she saw the wound on his forehead, she froze and said with a frown, "Mr. Wayne, you are hurt."

Bruce froze for a moment, and belatedly touched his forehead, blood on his hand.

Shirley took out a tissue from her pocket to help him cover the wound, while distractedly looking out the window. Although it was still chaotic, at least there was no explosion.

...But then again, what kind of playing cards actually explode?

Bruce raised his hand to press the tissue, stared at her, and asked, "Shirley, what did you see just now?"

Shirley hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously: "I'm not sure, it seems to be something like a card."

Another troublesome thing is that although she moves quickly, she is not sure if the bomber saw the dart she threw.

Bruce frowned and said nothing.

The police then arrived to maintain order, and the situation gradually calmed down. Shirley took the little girl out from under the cabinet. She stopped crying, but was still shaking with fear.

"Hey, it's okay, don't cry, tell my sister, what's your name?"

"Ai... Aisha, my name is Aisha." The little girl cried with her nose flushed, and pitifully grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Hi Aisha, my name is Xueli." Xueli knelt down and looked at Aisha at the same level, and asked her softly, "Aisha, why are you alone on the side of the road? Where did mother go?"

"Mom, mom is here, the mall...I'm going out to buy ice cream...then, just..."

Aisha was about to cry while talking, Shirley interrupted her in a hurry, took the girl into her arms and patted her on the back, comforting: "Okay, okay, don't cry, mom will be here soon Don't cry, Aisha, I'll stay here with you until mom comes over, okay?"

Aisha nodded, twitching, and hugged Shirley's neck.

Bruce bought a plush rabbit doll in the store, squatted next to Shirley and grabbed the rabbit to tease Aisha, "Hi, Aisha, my name is Rabbit, and I'm a rabbit."

His voice was a bit hoarse, but it was very gentle. Xue Li couldn't help turning her head and glanced at him. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and then Xue Li smiled and said, "Ribit (rabbit rabbit) ?Mr. Wayne, your skill in naming is really not very good."

Bruce coughed lightly, rubbed his rabbit ears against Aisha's face, and made fun of Shirley's name, making the little girl laugh out of tears.

They didn't wait too long before a woman ran over crying to find the child. Shirley repeatedly confirmed that she was Aisha's mother, and asked the police on duty on the roadside to leave the woman's contact information before handing over the child to her.

Aisha was hugged by her mother, happily raised the rabbit in her hand to Bruce and Shirley who watched them leave, and blew another mua kiss.

Shirley smiled and waved goodbye to her.

Bruce turned to look at her, "Shirley."

"Ok?"

Bruce pulled another stuffed rabbit from the pocket of his suit jacket.

"For you."

Shirley looked up at Bruce, who had no expression on his lips and pursed his lips, but somehow resembled a stuffed rabbit, and laughed, "Ribit 2?"

Bruce pursed his lips, his stern expression from just now became a little gentler, and said, "You can call it whatever you want, and you can call it Bruce if you want."

Shirley took the rabbit and put it in her pocket. The coat pocket was a little shallow, and half of the rabbit's head was exposed. The long fluffy ears trembled with her movements, and she grabbed and rubbed it.

After rubbing enough, Shirley looked up at Bruce and said, "Okay, Mr. Wayne, it's time to take you to the hospital now."

The wound on Bruce's forehead was not big, but it probably hit the edge of the steps, it was a little deep, and probably needed stitches.

"You too."

Bruce said, stretched out his hand and gently pulled her coat away, and Shirley looked down, only to find that her calf was also scratched, probably from rolling on the asphalt road just now.

"Oh……"

Shirley rubbed her forehead helplessly. Bruce stared at her and asked softly, "Don't you feel any pain? It hurt a lot."

"No, probably because I was too nervous just now." Shirley said naturally, as if she really noticed it now, "Although it looks serious, it's actually just a skin trauma." She smiled and moved He moved his legs and said, "Hmm... it seems to be a little painful when I walk now."

Bruce snorted, not sure if he believed it or not.

"It's fine, let's go, let's go to the hospital together."