[Batman] I, The Joker, how is that possible?

Chapter 43: A Painting

As a secretary, and the object of Bruce's vigilance, Yun Hai took part in the weekly meeting as a matter of course, and began to perform what a secretary should do: take meeting minutes.To be more precise, draw on the notebook for meeting minutes.

Inky black lead marks left indelible marks on the paper.

Yunhai is drawing a person, a person that she can perfectly restore when she closes her eyes, every inch of the person's skin, every muscle, and every scar——

With a sigh, Yunhai slowly opened his eyes.The meaningful and long-lasting affection rushed out, like a river above the nine heavens, slanting towards the person who stood on the main seat and turned his back to her, and then the other person turned back suddenly as she wished.

Standing up the notebook in his hand, Yunhai was looking forward to the expression on Bruce's face when he saw the portrait.

stunned?happy?Happy or angry?

Yunhai knows that she is the same as most human beings, and has the common bad taste of human beings: when he insists, she desires to destroy and conquer, but when he really surrenders, she will be disappointed to the end and abandon it.

'So what the hell are you going to do with Batman? '

Yunhai knew the answer, she asked herself and answered:

'I want him to be in a constant struggle. '

Forever, what a beautiful word, always struggling, no matter which direction you look at, it is hopeless.Just imagining that scene can make Yunhai tremble with excitement and cannot be restrained.

In the dark, but the heart is light, this will be the most beautiful part of the whole game.

Yunhai looked forward to Bruce's expression when he saw the painting.

Staring at Bruce, Yun Hai turned the first half of the page down.

The paper shook twice, and then perfectly covered the upper half of the face of the person in the painting, revealing Batman's chin.Just like the people on stage at the moment, exactly the same.

Yunhai longed to see the shaken expression on Bruce's face, but why did the other party look so annoyed at this moment?This time it was Yunhai's turn to be confused, something seemed to be quietly out of her control.

The stare from behind almost burned through Bruce, his eyebrows gathered into deep ditches, he turned angrily and stared at Yunhai who was trying to make trouble: "What are you doing again! '

If Joker thinks he can do something under Batman's nose, Batman will let him know what a bat is-huh?

Facing the paper lifted up by the sea of ​​clouds, Bruce hesitated.The person painted on it was very familiar, and it was clearly the person he saw in the mirror every day.

'Could it be that the sea of ​​clouds has been painting me before? 'Bruce didn't know how to react for a while, so he could only force himself to stay on the screen.

In all fairness, Yunhai's painting skills are relatively good, there are no redundant lines, and a very recognizable Bruce is drawn very sloppily with just a few strokes, but there are two things that are not in harmony, one is the eyes, the other is the blues. lips.

But immediately after that, the two uncoordinated points disappeared without a trace, when Yunhai cracked a smile and turned the first half of the paper down.The tidy half page shook a few times, and then firmly covered half of the face of the person in the painting, leaving only a familiar chin.

Now Bruce understands what the incongruity was.That look, that tight chin, was clearly him in Batman state.It's a pity that there is no mirror at this time, otherwise Bruce will find that his expression at the moment has become almost exactly the same as the person in the painting.

The slightly parted light lips touched up and down, and then parted. It looked like a kiss, but Bruce knew it was a silent call: 'Batsy'

Batman responded with silence, but his eyes moved involuntarily with Joker's hand, watching him flirtatiously stretch out his slender and pale index finger, caressing the person in the painting as slowly and ambiguously as possible. Pursed lips.

When his eyes fell on the hand with clear bones, Batman pursed his lips in annoyance due to a not-so-familiar reaction in his body, but this time it was to himself.

"What, what happened in the meeting just now?" Lucius' voice awakened Bruce, who was immersed in memories, and he was fine-tuning the microscope when the latter walked in.

"Sales have been a bit weak this quarter." When he replied, the disguise covered Bruce's face perfectly in an instant.Everything is as usual, nothing out of the ordinary.

Recently, he has suspected that there is a problem with his control of expressions, otherwise why Joker and Alfred have seen through it frequently. The only good thing is that Fox is not in the ranks.

After nodding, Lucius picked up the tablet on the table and said as he walked, "I have added a few remote control functions to your armor this time. Please give me your mobile phone."

"Of course." Facing Lucius' outstretched right hand, Bruce readily entered the power-on password and planned to hand it over to him—

give him...

Staring at the screen full, and more and more senders were prompted by Yunhai's information, Bruce's thoughts were rarely stuck.to him?Can this situation really be handed over to him?

Quickly glanced at the people around him, Bruce coughed under the gradually changing sight of the other party, trying to make a final restoration of his image: "Business is relatively busy."

Mr. Wayne, have you forgotten?This is your private mobile phone!Where is the business relationship!

Looking at Bruce a few times with increasingly strange eyes, Lucius nodded heavily and said, "I understand you."

No, what did you understand in those few seconds!Lucius!Bruce was going crazy: No matter what you think, it's not the truth!The fact is that she and I are sworn enemies!sworn enemy!That's why we understand each other so well!

Very well, Mr. Bruce Wayne, can you explain why your sworn enemy knows your real identity and even became a secretary?By the way, can you explain again, why does your sworn enemy have your personal cell phone number?

Unspoken Blues (Fog)

The manic Bruce swiped his thumb out at the speed of light. When he deleted a group of messages (at least a dozen), more messages rushed out, and Yunhai, she was still in the source!source!No!break!Make a new message!

"Are you still discussing armor modifications with Old Lu? It's so slow." Old Lu?This title is a bit cute-wait, what am I doing, delete it!

"When are you coming back? I'm bored."

Better never come back!

"By the way, bring a cup of milk tea when you come back."

what?

"I forgot again, is there a milk tea shop in the United States? Then bring a glass of iced Coke."

"Your project manager came to find you, and I told him you'll be back in the bathroom." Glancing at the current time in the upper right corner, he looked down at the message sending time, 10 minutes ago...

Bruce, who had been squatting for 10 minutes in the eyes of others, remained silent.However, before he started to feel sad, a new message came out the next moment:

"You have a son who is in junior high school?"

Wait—Bruce puts his fingers on the keys and tries to explain.

"The person in charge of picking him up has gone on annual leave, so the secretary picked him up instead, don't miss me too much :-P." That expression at the end is actually a little cute?

Forget it.Lucius felt that he was old and could no longer understand the magical relationship between these young people. He licked and turned the notes full of formulas to the second page: "The phone can be set later, the problem we are facing now It's a trade-off between strength and flexibility..."

After waiting for a while without getting a response, Lucius looked up: "Mr. Wayne, are you listening?" Then he looked up and Bruce was no longer in sight.

Turning his head and looking behind him, he was the only one left in the empty basement at the moment... No, it's coming again.Lucius pushed his glasses helplessly, feeling that he needed to have a conversation with Alfred recently.