[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

"Why do you think this way?"

...Is this kind of thinking strange?

"The identity of Batman's younger brother means nothing to you."

The original doubts in his eyes disappeared after these words. The young man opened his eyes wide. He subconsciously wanted to get up, but after moving his body, the sudden pain caused him to stop this behavior.

His originally unremarkable face became even paler.

Bruce thought it was Brody's protest against his words. He didn't expect Brody to react so strongly to this sentence, which made his brows tighten even more, but compared to last night, Bruce I feel that my emotions have calmed down enough.

He will not leave directly like last night, he has enough patience to communicate with Brody.

"You have to understand this," he said.

Brody's voice was a little low, and he was weak, "... understand what?"

Bruce stared at Brody with deep eyes, he restrained himself from wanting to raise his hand to rub Brody's hair, and said calmly, "Don't pretend like you didn't hear anything, Brody."

Wait until the talk is over, and then comfort him, Bruce thought, he has to let Brody understand the importance of this matter first.

"I hear," Brody said, and he met Bruce's eyes, which were only slightly lighter than Bruce's. There was stubbornness in the blue eyes, obviously not convinced, "but unless my There is something wrong with the memory, otherwise, wouldn’t you have done those things? Could it be that the injuries you suffered were fake? Isn’t it you who appears in the night of Gotham almost every night, isn’t it—”

Brody paused, speaking in a serious tone

"Am I not your brother?"

"You are my brother, there is no doubt about that."

"So--"

"But it has nothing to do with Batman."

Bruce cuts him off, "You should really think about who you are."

"..." Brody opened his mouth, but when the words reached his mouth, he suddenly had nothing to say. He took a deep breath, looked away, and his eyelashes trembled to cover the emotion in his eyes.

"I see."

The ward became quiet for a moment.

It wasn't until Brody felt Bruce's approach that his forehead warmed up, and the palms that fell on it brushed his hair away, and then stopped on the top of his hair and rubbed it.

"I hope you really understand."

From beginning to end, all you have to do is just be yourself.

Brody didn't speak.

Bruce didn't mind this, he withdrew his hand and coughed lightly, "I remember you told me last night that when you were dealing with that person, you used a gadget you made recently, which can injure people's body paralysis?"

"Ah."

"You're very gifted in this area," Bruce said.

"Ah."

"If there are any professional books you want to read, you can tell me directly."

"...Ah Fu has found a lot for me."

It has to be said that Bruce's level of finding a topic is completely different from when he was a playboy, dryly making people want to roll their eyes, but Brody is slowly no longer just responding with a short word, speaking more and more More and more.

Until the end, Brody's tone and habits of speaking were not much different from before, which made Bruce heave a sigh of relief.

"How was your talk with the young master?"

After Bruce left the ward and saw Alfred, he was asked this question.

"It's going well."

Mr. Steward observed Bruce's expression, and felt that his master's expression looked okay. He was a little relieved, and asked casually, "What did you say?"

"Something about self-knowledge."

Although he had already received an answer from Master Bruce, Alfred still asked Brody about it. After Brody nodded and said that he was thinking about what Bruce said to him, Mr. Steward felt that everything was probably It was exactly as Master Bruce said.

It was a fairly smooth conversation.

By the time Brody was discharged from the hospital, only two or three days had passed since the bombing, but Pierce's case had already been opened, and the end was just as Tony said, he didn't need to think about being caught again. Such a good thing that came out.

Especially when Pierce finished the sentence and was told by Alisa that she had a new boyfriend, his expression directly made Tony happy, and he shared this happy event with Brody.

After Tony finished speaking, he also said in a regretful tone that it would be more interesting to watch on the spot.

Brody "Really? That's good, at least he can't hurt others anymore."

Tony was keenly aware of something wrong in Brody's tone, "You don't sound like you're interested in this at all, what are you thinking?"

Brody shook his head, then remembered that he was talking to Tony on the phone, so he couldn't see him doing this, and said, "It's nothing, I just—"

"Remember what I told you? You can seek help from your friends when necessary, and I'm chatting with you now, so—"

The person on the other end of the phone let out a low laugh, which came through the wire, with a burst of interest, he seemed very interested in his friend's mind, "Come on, I'm ready."

Brody sat cross-legged on the bed, unconsciously tugging at the things in his arms. After a while, he said, "If you feel upset about something, what would you do?"

"Fix it, or keep it away from me, out of my sight." Tony said simply.

Brody lowered his eyelids, only to realize he'd been tugging at the fat pointy ears of the bat pillow, and immediately thought of the one he'd given Bruce, and then of Bruce.

Well, don't you just want to understand who I am?

Brody let go of the hand that was holding the fat ear, and dragged it out of his arms. After thinking for a while, he picked up the quilt to cover it again, and he was not satisfied until he could no longer see it.

"You're right." He seemed to have figured something out, and said this to his friend through the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Brody got off the bed, left the room, and went downstairs to the living room. After seeing his master, Brian, who was lying in the bed, immediately got up and ran over happily.

Brody bent down and rubbed its head, and walked towards the door.

"Are you going out, master?"

Brody stopped in his tracks. He turned his head and saw Alfred standing at the foot of the stairs. He smiled at the old housekeeper, "Well, I'll take Brian for a walk."

"Remember to come back early, young master," said the old housekeeper, "I will prepare delicious desserts for you then."

Brody took off the leash, put it on Brian's collar, and opened the door.

"Goodbye."

Brody didn't respond to Alfredo's 'come back early', but the old butler thought he was tacitly acquiescing to this sentence.

After all, Brody has always been more worry-free than Master Bruce.

In fact, someone who was talking about walking the dog went only a short distance, called a taxi, and took Brian out of the car when he reached his destination.

The street was very busy with people coming and going. Although Brian suddenly arrived in a strange place, he didn't feel the slightest timidity. He flicked his tail and followed his owner closely, and followed his owner into a shop.

The little golden retriever was squatting, with its head tilted, and its big dark brown eyes reflected its owner's appearance, watching its owner wear something on top of its head, which almost covered half of the owner's face.

However, this did not affect Brian's recognition of its owner's breath.

Brody raised his hand and pressed the hat on his head again. After adjusting his image through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the street store, he held Brian's leash tightly, recalled the string of addresses in his mind, and headed towards Destination walking.

"Daily Planet" newspaper.

The man pushed the black-rimmed glasses on his face, and when he looked up, he saw that most of his colleagues were sorting out their things, as if they were about to leave work, and someone was still greeting him.

"Want to go relax together, Clark?"

The man showed an apologetic smile, "I still need to sort out some information."

"Okay." The man shrugged, didn't insist anymore, and left with another man's shoulders.

As people gradually left, the newspaper office returned to its previous atmosphere. From time to time, there was the sound of people working overtime typing on the keyboard. Clark typed the last line, saved it, turned off the computer, took his briefcase and left.

When Clark walked out of the newspaper building and was about to take the subway, he realized that there was almost no stock in the refrigerator in the apartment, so he changed his pace and walked towards the supermarket near the building.

When he left the supermarket, the briefcase that he was holding before became clamped between his arms, and both of his hands were carrying a bag full of things, which was not too light for an ordinary man, but Nothing burdened Clark.

It's just a little trouble taking them on the subway.

Clark's apartment is very close to the subway entrance, and he only needs to walk for about 1 minute when he comes out. As Clark walked forward, when he inadvertently looked up, he noticed the clouds in the sky that were dyed fiery red by the setting sun. Suddenly the idea of ​​wanting to shoot came up.

Clark did exactly that.

When he was only a few steps away from the door of the apartment, Clark stopped. He put down the bag in his hand, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the scene. Afterwards, he did not put the mobile phone back into his pocket, but hesitated for a while. Seconds later, open the contact list and send this photo.

"Ding-dong-"

The young man sitting by the stairs took out his mobile phone, and a message popped up from the screen. Just as he was about to read it, he seemed to feel something, raised his head, and met the gaze of the man who appeared in sight.