Do I want to lose face? [Zhongyingmei]

Alfred was standing by the window when he got the call.

Transparent raindrops slapped on the glass and the ground, making a crisp knocking sound.

This voice merged with the hoarse voice from the ear, which made the voice in the microphone appear a little distorted.

But Mr. Butler, who has been with Batman for many years, obviously won't admit it wrong.

In fact, when Alfred heard this voice, the ticking rain curtain outside the window seemed to be cut off and isolated from him for an instant.

He took a few steps forward, forced himself to calm down, and tried to make the thoughts in his mind clearer. He asked, "Who are you?"

It was the first time for the wise and calm Mr. Housekeeper to lose his composure like this. In fact, since the moment he heard this voice, his heart beat uncontrollably and his breathing became short of breath.

But there was no way, the faithful butler had to admit that he could no longer be objective when it came to the "long-missing" owner of the Wayne family.

His first reaction was even to believe—for the low, magnetic voice that belonged to Batman coming out of the communication device.

But the moment this idea came up in his mind, his reason quickly stopped him, and he couldn't believe it, even though the voice sounded flawless.

But beware, it's all too easy to emulate a voice in the modern world, especially when Batman is known to be missing.

Yes, people all over the world know that Batman and Superman went missing while fighting against a sudden alien monster.

This is actually not the case, but not many people know it, only a few people know the truth, Batman and Superman are not actually missing, they are in...

Alfred pursed his lips, his gray hair and tired face did not affect his judgment, he was still a very capable housekeeper.

Almost as soon as this idea came to his mind, he had already walked out quickly, dodged into a room, and came to an inconspicuous wall, and calmly pressed a small piece of mechanism on the wall.

Following the butler's movements, the entire wall that was made into a mechanism made a slight click, and it slowly spread out to the two sides, revealing the spacious secret passage inside, which was unexpectedly unique.

Alfred walked in along the secret passage, the road was not long, and soon he came to the spacious room at the end.

The room was extremely quiet, and in the completely enclosed space, only the bright white light overhead dazzled the eyes.

Alfred pursed his lips restrainedly and looked in. When he saw the scene inside, his pupils suddenly constricted for a moment, and then he turned away, showing a very complicated look on his face.

For a moment, he almost felt that his eyes were slightly hurt by the light.

——I saw that in the secret room of Wayne Manor, the "bodies" of Batman and Superman were originally preserved, on top of the protective barrier carefully built by Wonder Woman and Lucius.

Flat and flat, empty.

An elegant violin-like voice came from the phone at the right time.

Even if he didn't see what happened here, years of tacit understanding allowed Batman on the opposite side to quickly simulate the butler's trajectory.

The gentleman on the phone must be in good condition. His tone sounded calm, and he smiled slightly before asking, "Are you sure now? Alfred."

"of course."

Looking at the empty protective cover again, and confirming that all this is not an illusion, Alfred's fingers holding the phone slightly relaxed.

His slightly bent back slowly straightened, and a slightly surprised look appeared on his face.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his head, couldn't help but smile a little on his lips, and said softly, "This is really good news, welcome back, Master Wayne."

When the people over there heard it, they seemed to chuckle slightly, and then said, "The celebration can be delayed."

"And now..." When he said this, Bruce paused for a moment, he seemed to have encountered some difficult things, and said helplessly, "Alfred, I think I need a vehicle, a bigger one. "

"Maybe some hot water and clean blankets."

Mr. Butler keenly sensed something was wrong.

Although Mr. Wayne, who was not honest enough, did not make it very clear on the phone, but things like "big transportation" and "hot water and blankets" were obviously not for him.

Could it be that Master Bruce made friends outside?More than one?Let the housekeeper make a reasonable guess, maybe there is a cute little girl inside?

She is sensitive and fragile, like a cub that has not yet grown up, and the heavy rain outside may make her sick, which makes Master Bruce can't help worrying.

Needless to say, this is really gratifying news.

But Master Bruce actually knows how to make friends?Are you going to take it home to show the poor old housekeeper?

Thinking of this, Mr. Housekeeper couldn't help showing a strange smile on his lips.

He found the widest means of transportation imaginable, took the cookies that the cubs liked, and set off to meet Mr. who was living outside.

The situation was not much different from what Alfred had imagined. When he arrived, the old warehouse had taken on a new look, and many people were standing there densely.

The old butler even saw that poor Batman was squeezed out of the door.

Alfred opened the car door and walked down, couldn't help laughing, Bruce turned his head as if he felt it, he saw Mr. Butler's teasing smile, his sharp eyes lowered slightly, and he looked over dangerously.

But soon he became a Buddha.

Because it's not just the housekeeper who is smiling, there are a group of people who can't do it.

Batman: There are so many people that I can't get angry, Buddha.

Because of Batman's popularity, there are many friends from different worlds.

Thanks to Alfred's foresight, he didn't know where to find a luxury bus, otherwise he really didn't know how to accommodate so many people.

But it must be said that the decision was simply brilliant.

You know, superheroes from different worlds are sitting in the same car, they are either leaning against the window, or looking down at the rain outside the window, with a relaxed and comfortable posture.

The caring housekeeper even put packaged cookies and drinks next to everyone's seats. It looked like they were going out together for a trip together.

— Such opportunities don’t come often.

Ah Shuang sat in the front row, the little girl was covered with a blanket, and her mobile phone was laid flat on her lap. She flipped through the dozens of photos she had just taken one by one, bending her eyes happily.

#What Thor fell asleep on Rocky's shoulders, the corners of his lips seemed to be drooling#

#What Iron Man and Batman started the mocking mode for a box of cookies, and finally the captain contributed his and Bucky’s end of the story#

#What Charles is interested in the architecture of Gotham, Eric took the roof of the house and gave him scenes all the way to play, the EC Peerless Brotherhood#

What a beautiful group photo.

Ah Shuang: Check out the screensaver reservation.

The little girl hugged the beautiful photos she had captured, and looked over and over happily. It wasn't her bragging. If this was made into a screensaver, it would not be a problem to sell [-] a day, and she could also accumulate a group of small fans like her.

For example, the housekeeper who is very interested in this at this moment.

Under normal circumstances, Bruce is not a person who talks a lot, even in the face of Mr. Butler, whom he trusts quite a lot.

After getting into the car, he only briefly told Alfred Batman's miraculous experience during this period, and the purpose of the car full of foreign support personnel, without further words.

He didn't say a single extra word.

This inevitably made Alfred feel a little bit regretful.

People in the Bat family are always so concise and clear, straight to the point, without dragging their feet, which is very good, but in this relaxed atmosphere like a spring outing, it seems a bit dull.

Fortunately, the little girl who was addicted to cp was sitting in the first row, next to the butler, and she could hear her soft groundhog screaming from one side of her ears.

Alfred swears that he respects all the lovely hobbies of the lovely lady.

But when he accidentally heard her remark, "Wow, Bruce, the cat ears are getting crooked, but it doesn't matter, Iron Papa's helmet is getting angry", Mr. Butler still couldn't help laughing lowly.

He tilted his head to meet Ah Shuang's round eyes that were frightened.

This made Mr. Housekeeper pause for a moment. While thinking about whether his behavior was impolite, he lowered his eyebrows very gently and agreed, "You're right."

May I ask, who can refuse such a good and considerate housekeeper?

After a while, Ah Shuang meowed "Grandpa Alfred, Bruce balabala...Mr. Stark balabala...Charles balabala..." non-stop.

Alfred nodded his head very gently in agreement. He listened, and from time to time he tilted his head and replied a very sincere "That's right".

For a moment, Ah Shuang felt that she had found a confidant. She swore that she had nothing to hide from the butler man. She even talked about the combination of local tyrant x rich guy that she secretly drank for a second!

#I’ll tell you about the evil cp I’ve been drinking, we’re good friends who live and die together#

The luxury bus drove slowly into Wayne Manor, Alfred tilted his head slightly, and met the little girl's bright and meaningful eyes, she said so.

At the same time, he also heard the small and warm "Don't worry, we are all good friends of Bruce, and he will no longer fight alone".

These words made Alfred's eyes soften for an instant.

The butler couldn't help but raise the end of his eyes slightly, he just felt that this was really a very cute and energetic little lady, the kind who wanted to encourage Master Bruce to keep her in Wayne's house.

The car drove past the spacious fountain square and was about to stop.

A Shuang noticed it, blinked her eyes, stopped playing with her head down, but put away her phone and started to pack her things.

Her phone was casually put aside, because the lock screen was still glowing slightly because she put it away in a hurry.

Alfred glanced at the gentleman with a bright smile on his face. At the same time, he suddenly remembered that out of the ten sentences just now, nine of the little girl mentioned another name—Iron Man.

This made Mr. Butler, who wanted to encourage Batman to keep him, to feel a sense of crisis. He paused, and asked tentatively, "Miss Ah Shuang, is Iron Man more popular in your world?"

When Ah Shuang heard this, her eyes suddenly rolled up, and she was about to slap her thighs and say "That's right", when she looked up, she noticed Wayne Manor outside the car window.

That's right...it's in Gotham now, not our home stadium.

Be humble, the little girl pursed her lips, just as she thought this way, the car stopped.

At some point behind Ah Shuang, there were two gentlemen waiting to get off the bus.

They didn't make the slightest movement, but they had obviously been standing here for a while and heard all the movements just now.

Their brows were slightly raised, showing a very interested look.

A Shuang: This is embarrassing.

But it's okay.

Ah Shuang touched her heart that was about to stop suddenly, then touched her wrist nervously, and finally looked eagerly at Mr. Butler who was sitting in the driver's seat.

"Grandpa Alfred." The little girl looked nervous and pitiful. She seemed to be frightened, and began to ask in confusion, "Can you give me some paper and pen?"

No one can refuse such a request, Alfred opened the small drawer on the side, and handed these things to her.

I saw the little girl tore off two pieces of paper of the same size, with the same curvature of the corners, then quickly wrote something, and made the two pieces of paper into the shape of a card.

In the end, she cowardly held up the two support cards above her head.

I saw a sentence written above.

[Iron Man's Mark520 support group: for iron crazy, for iron mad, for iron kuang kuang slamming into the big wall. 】

[Batman's Little Wife Support Group: Bat-bat can fly with confidence, and his little wife will always be by his side. 】

At the same time, she explained triumphantly and with a strong desire to survive: "How can you say who is more popular? They are all (silenced)......'s little treasures!"

Who hasn't been in the fan circle yet, how can this be hard to beat me?