[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

"I'm a little surprised."

After getting into the car, Brody said so, he turned his head, and Brian, who was in his arms, also turned his head.The person sitting in the driver's seat only needs to tilt his head slightly, and he can see two pairs of eyes staring at him. No matter how many times this scene occurs, the driver can't help but chuckle.

"Ok?"

"I thought you were going to stay in Gotham, after all this kind of thing happened recently," Brody expressed his doubts, "Uh, I mean, Tony's party is at night, if you come with me If we go, can we rush back to Gotham?"

"I'm not going to the party."

"...Oh," Brody's eyes dimmed slightly, and then he answered in a low voice, and then he asked again, "Then—"

Before Brody finished speaking, the car happened to be at the intersection of the cross street, and the red light came on, so the car stopped temporarily.Brody saw his brother turn his head, raised his hand to cover his head, and rubbed his hair with gentle force, and there was a deep voice in the car:

"So, I want to take you there myself."

That pair of deep blue eyes stared at him, and the young man's slightly startled face was reflected in the eyes.

It took him a long time before he realized, blinked his eyes very slowly, and said hesitantly, "Personally... send me?"

Bruce nodded.

Brody stared at his brother without blinking, and he saw the seriousness in Bruce's eyes, which made him a little at a loss, and he didn't know how to respond.

Brody didn't send him off because of Bruce. After all, it wasn't the first time he was picked up by Bruce. When he went to the Wayne Group building, when he went out, his brother had been the driver several times. up.

However, Brody's eyes wandered for a while, and then he couldn't help but secretly fell on his brother.

Because the traffic lights had changed from red to green, Bruce had to look away and focus back on driving, which would save Brody from having to deal with the discomfort of meeting his brother's eyes.

He felt—uh, he felt that Bruce was a little strange today, Brody touched Brian's furry head unconsciously, if he was not mistaken, did his brother just say something very...very warm?

That tone seemed to be apologizing to him.

——Because I can't accompany you to your friend's party, all I can do is pick you up and drop you off in person, I hope you can forgive me for this.

Could it be that he felt wrong, Brody couldn't help thinking, and, honestly, he wasn't a kid anymore, and would be unhappy that his family didn't pay attention to him all the time.

Small things like going to his friend's party as family were nothing compared to the things Bruce did.

Whether it was Bruce deliberately attending various banquets in order to maintain his superficial identity, or appearing in Gotham late at night with another identity, before knowing Batman's true identity, Brody thought it was a business entertainment , After knowing it, he understood Bruce's hard work.

So, he's used to it.

He was used to occasionally wanting to share some interesting things with Bruce, such as his learning progress, and when Brian learned some instructions today, he would suppress his thoughts because he saw Bruce's tired sleeping face.

He was used to Bruce, in order to catch criminals, even when he was free during the day, he had to stay at the base, searching for relevant information.

What Bruce has to think about and bear is enough. Brody thinks that what he should do is to provide Bruce with the help he can do. Those unnecessary and not very important things do not need Bruce to do. Notice.

Want to share interesting things, he can share with his friends, there is no need to wake up Bruce's rare rest time, he can't see Bruce from time to time, he can also communicate with Alfred, he can also learn, he can do many things .

Bruce doesn't need to feel guilty or anything like that, he's not the type to be alone and need company...

Brody pursed his lips until he gave up, and his shoulders drooped, but this state did not last long. Soon, he puffed up his cheeks again, and muttered softly: "Forget it."

No matter what he thought in his heart, Brody couldn't ignore the little bit of happiness in his heart.

Ok.

Brody decided to face himself. Although he can understand Bruce, he does sometimes feel a little lost because of the lack of getting along with his family.

Although Bruce seems to have discovered this kind of thinking, which made him feel a little embarrassed, but a real man must face it bravely!

"Cough cough."

Brody cleared his throat, "Actually, it's okay for Alfred to drive me, or a driver who serves the Wayne family, but—" He paused, scratched his cheek, and his voice became softer, But it was enough for the other party to hear.

"I'm glad that today's driver is you, my brother Bruce."

After the voice fell, there was no other sound in the car for a while. Brody felt his ears were hot. He thought to himself, this is for sure. After all, he himself felt that what he just said was really sticky, like that kind of Like a kid who can't live without his brother.

The noise coming from the car window was so obvious at this moment, Brody thought wildly, maybe he felt wrong, what Bruce said was not what he thought at all, maybe it was just an explanation.

Especially when Brody heard a low laugh, he didn't want to look at Bruce's expression at all. He began to seriously think about whether he could dig a hole in the car and bury himself, or bury his face in the car. Brian's soft, furry belly.

Fortunately, Brody soon found that the car had stopped and they had reached their destination.

He hurriedly opened the door, said goodbye vaguely, and got out of the car without even looking back at Bruce.

The cameras held by the reporters rushed over, and the flashes came and went one after another, but they were all isolated outside the barrier line, and Brody didn't need to worry about being unable to move an inch.

He straightened his clothes, held Brian's leash, and started to walk on the red carpet.

"and many more."

Bruce's voice came from behind Brody, and Brody's wrist was grabbed immediately.

The voices of the surrounding reporters became more pronounced, and there were more and more flashing lights in Brody's direction, because they found out that the darling of Gotham's newspaper headlines got out of this luxury car.

But no matter how hoarsely they yelled their questions, they couldn't get the Wayne brothers' attention.

When Brody turned around, Bruce hugged him before he could say anything.

"Have fun." Bruce's deep voice rang in his ear.

The hug was fleeting, Bruce let go quickly, then raised his hand and patted Brody on the shoulder, looking at Brody softer than ever.

For Bruce, some words are also not easy to say, even if there is nothing on the surface.

In Brody's eyes, it was Bruce who said something calmly and calmly.

"I'm glad too."

Brody didn't react to this sentence for a while, what's "very happy"?

So, when the organizer of the party came out, he saw his friend standing at the entrance of the red carpet, not knowing what he was thinking.

"If I remember correctly, the party will be held behind you," Tony put his arm around Brody's shoulder and said in a drawn out tone, "so no matter how long you stand here, you won't be able to enjoy the beauty of the party. "

Tony's words didn't get a response from his friend, which made him raise his eyebrows and wave his hand in Brody's face.

"Don't tell me you're really stupid, Baby Lover."

Brody: "..."

He was directly drawn back by the nickname, "Little baby at home?"

"It's just an unimportant question," Tony said, leading Brody forward, changing the subject in a cool and natural way, "Do you want to know what I have arranged for this party—"

I want to know more about that nickname than this, Brody thought to himself, but considering that he also gave Tony a nickname, he thought it was probably even.

After that, the party started. Just like what Tony said, this party was indeed very interesting, but it was different from the intense environment. Even with Brody's physical condition, he could have a good time.

"Stark never disappoints."

Tony raised his glass to him and said this lazily, the smug expression on his face was not concealed at all, squinting at his friend.

Under the blurred light, the young man also raised his wine glass and touched him lightly, with a relaxed and happy smile on his face, against which his slightly flushed cheeks looked soft and harmless.

Tony rubbed his chin. He felt that Brody, in the eyes of those women who were willing to seize every opportunity to climb up, might be a little sheep that could be easily taken down.

Tsk, Tony smacked his lips, thinking that he would probably have to protect the innocence of this family-loving baby later on.

If it goes on like this, Brody will be taken to the guest room by Tony later to rest, and then wake up the next day with a hangover headache.

But a sudden phone call changed the situation.

The phone in Brody's pocket rang. After being reminded by Tony, he slowly took out the phone and pressed the call button, forgetting to check the caller ID.

"Hello……"

"Come here if you want her to live."

A gust of wind blew by, and Brody's drunkenness faded a bit. He clenched the phone tightly, his Adam's apple slipped, and his voice seemed dry: "You are—"

"It seems that you still remember me because you know that you are an unbearable person who has inserted someone else's love?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was full of hatred and obvious murderous intent, accompanied by distorted laughter, which sent chills down the spine.

"Brody Wayne, as I said, I will let you know my apologies."