[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

What was called up on the phone was a photo.

The light in the photo is a bit dark, but it is enough to make people see everything inside, such as the running monitoring screen on it, and a bat dart on the table.

Brody's voice sounded:

"Bruce, can you explain to me why there is such a base underground in the manor?"

Bruce: "..."

"I used to think that Batman was just a symbol to me. He fought criminals-although his actions were also breaking the law-but at least, like you said-"

"He didn't choose to try those criminals privately, he turned them over to the police, and he's trying to make Gotham a better place."

"He's admirable."

Brody paused, he stuffed the phone into Bruce's arms, and looked straight at Bruce, "But I didn't expect him to be so close to me."

There was no smile on Brody's face. When he said this, his tone was calm, but the emotions revealed in those blue eyes were very complicated, so complicated that Bruce couldn't say anything.

"Brody..."

Bruce's throat was a little dry, he pronounced his brother's name dryly, and Brody said again: "Now, can you tell me, at least I hope to get this answer from your mouth."

In fact, this photo is not irrefutable, at least Bruce can say that these surveillance cameras are from the manor, and the bat dart is because although Bruce thinks Batman's clothes are a bit strange, but the bat dart looks very imposing, so he made his own collection yes, but—

"……I'm."

Bruce said in a low voice, he knew he couldn't hide it anymore, because Brody obviously had suspicions.They live together, even if they don't say it at this time, it won't take long for Brody to find definite evidence.

As a result, just after he finished speaking, he saw Brody's expression change, that calm look disappeared in an instant, and he changed into a very aggressive and imposing look.

"That's why you lied to me for so long!"

Brody stared at Bruce with a straight face: "I'm the only one who doesn't know if this is right, Ah Fu knew from the beginning, right?"

Bruce looked back at him in a daze. He originally thought that Brody would ask some more serious topic, but he didn't expect that he just cared about being concealed, "...Yes."

"Although I can understand Brucey, you want to hide my thoughts. After all, this matter is too important. Those dark forces in Gotham City are looking for your identity. The fewer people know, the better, but——"

Brody clasped his arms around his chest, and he snorted heavily, with 'unhappy' written all over his face, and even puffed up his cheeks a little childishly, "I can understand it rationally, but I still feel very angry emotionally!"

"As long as I think that I am the only one being kept secret, I feel that I have been squeezed out by you, and I have become a poor little person who no one cares about."

"Of course not," Bruce's original thoughts were directly diverted by Brody's unexpected reaction. He was a little at a loss, but when Brody lowered his eyelids and showed a pitiful expression, he immediately denied it. Take his words, "Never crowd out, Brody."

Bruce said very seriously: "We all care about you."

Brody raised his eyes and confirmed, "Really?"

"real."

Brody showed a thoughtful expression for about half a minute, he sighed, and showed Bruce an expression of 'I forgive you very generously', "Okay, I decided not to be angry." Then he asked Bruce Pulling out his mobile phone in his hand, under Bruce's sight, he deleted the photos inside.

"No trace will be left." Brody raised his mouth and spoke with a smile.

His anger came and went so quickly that Bruce didn't realize it for a moment.

……that's it?

"I'm not a child anymore. Although I've slept for a long time, I still have to be worthy of my age," Brody shrugged and raised his elder brother seriously, but then he muttered again, with a pity on his face expression.

"Hey, I really want to lose my temper again, but I can't just roll around on the ground like a child."

Only then did Bruce realize that he had unconsciously spoken out what was in his heart, he coughed awkwardly, but he was indeed relieved again.

He had thought—

"By the way," Brody said suddenly again. He seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes fell on Bruce's abdomen, showing a clear expression, "So, it wasn't like what you said last night, but I just found out by accident. Let's poison the plan."

"Including those bruises I saw on your body before, they are not traces left by extreme sports at all."

Bruce: "...No."

Brody nodded, and he said, "I've decided."

Bruce: "... What did you decide?"

"I want to study medicine."

The topic jumped so fast that Bruce could only dryly ask why.

"I think this distribution is pretty good," Brody spread his hands, his expression looked very serious, obviously he was talking about this matter seriously, "Just from the newspapers, you can feel the danger of catching criminals Well, if I know the medical skills, then I can treat you after you are injured in Brucey-although I hope this situation never happens-to treat those injuries for you, maybe I have a talent for dispensing medicine. What, better help you."

Bruce was dumbfounded. To be honest, if you don't consider Brody's own situation, then this is indeed a good idea.

Lucius, who helped him develop the antidote this time, is a trustworthy person, but after all, he has his own life, and it is impossible to stay close to Bruce all the time, and Brody is his younger brother, and they live in the Under the same roof, their relationship is closer than that of Lucius.

but--

"You don't need to decide your future, your hobbies, or give up your original ideas for me," Bruce frowned. He stared at Brody with a low voice, "You don't have to do this, Brody."

"As long as you live a good life, that's enough."

"I didn't force it," Brody blinked, pointed to his face, and grinned, "Do you think I look like I'm forcing it?"

"...What if I don't want to?"

"I didn't hide it from you, Bruce," Brody said in a long tone. "You see, I didn't stop you from being Batman, so you can't stop me from wanting to study medicine."

Bruce: "..." He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, showing a helpless expression, "So you're just informing me, did you make this decision?"

"Yeah~" Brody showed a slightly smug smile.

"We are brothers."

So, he just learned from Bruce's practice.

At this moment, Bruce finally understood the meaning of Ah Fu's original words.

Because Brody clearly expressed his anger at being cheated before, Bruce felt relaxed because Brody didn't say those things that he didn't want him to continue working on, and he did feel a little guilty because of this, which made him feel uncomfortable. His attitude was hard to become firm.

If Brody told Bruce that he also wanted to be another Batman, Bruce might be able to find many reasons to dispel Brody's idea, but Brody just wanted to learn medicine.

This is much safer than Bruce's secret identity, and Bruce can't make his tone more confident.

So Bruce can only choose to accept, because this is Brody's decision.

Just like when he said that he wanted to become a symbol, Ah Fu was also worried about him but didn't stop him, so Bruce couldn't treat Brody like this.

…Although, from the bottom of his heart, Bruce wanted to do it.

But it's a pity that once he met Brody's stubborn gaze, Bruce couldn't forcefully tell Brody, you can't do this.

cruel?

Controlling?Protective?

And arbitrariness?

This may indeed be part of Bruce's personality, but at least for now, he can't fully express it in front of Brody, no matter how cold he appears at first.

Just like when he was a child, Bruce would seriously educate Brody when he did something wrong, but he would always pick it up and put it down gently because of Brody's pitiful eyes and soft tone of confession. like that.

Bruce sighed deeply, pursed the corners of his lips, and showed Brody an expression of 'I can't help you', "If you've decided, then of course I support you," he paused, and said again, "But you have to listen to me when necessary, Brody."

"That's my only request."

"No problem." After receiving Bruce's answer, Brody laughed. He stretched out his hand and shook his little thumb towards Bruce. "Make an appointment."

Bruce took a deep look at him, with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth, hooking his little finger around his.

The hooked little finger shook, and then the thumbs of both sides touched lightly against the pulp.

The two men felt a little silly doing this action, but it made people unable to help but deepen the smile on their faces.

The old housekeeper who happened to witness this scene coughed at the door of the ward. He stepped in, stood beside Brody, and said with a smile, "It seems that I missed something very important."

"That's right," Brody nodded, and said seriously, "I was just denouncing Brucey, and you, Afu. I'm so sad that you both hid a secret together."

Alfred looked at Bruce, and after Bruce had roughly explained it, the old butler said straightforwardly: "This is what the master wants me to hide. In fact, I have always disagreed with it."

Bruce: "..." He didn't expect Ah Fu to throw the pot away without any pressure.

Since Brody and Alfred have always liked to tease him together, Bruce cleverly changed the subject: "About that photo, when did you take it?"

When Bruce got into the ambulance last night, Brody followed him to the hospital, and he didn't go out much today. Because of the fire, Wayne Manor was also surrounded by police seals. Bruce didn't want to understand when Brody Photographed.

Brody said quickly, "I asked Superman for help."

In fact, this is not the case. When Brody asked the system to help scan the situation in the manor, the system accidentally discovered it because the scanning distance was a little too large.This photo was not actually taken, but a simulated image scanned by the high technology in the system, which cannot be discovered with the technological level of this world.

But Brody had to find a reason, so—

He silently apologized to Superman in his heart.

On the other side, Clark, who had just taken a sip of water, almost didn't spit it out. He coughed a few times, put the cup in his hand on the table, pushed his glasses, and couldn't laugh or cry in those gentle sky blue eyes.