[Comprehensive British and American] When short rich handsome meets tall rich handsome

They are so similar.

Tony and Bruce realize this at the same time.

They look different, but there's so much in both of them.

Hidden under that playboy mask.

Tony realizes that Bruce has the same potential in him, to be a superhero, or... a supercriminal.

And Bruce...

Bruce also noticed this.

He never mentioned Thomas and Martha to anyone.

He had taken Damian to Crime Lane where the Waynes died, but it was just to commemorate, and Damian couldn't understand how he felt, no one could understand.

But now, he could smell the same smell from Tony, extreme anger, the kind of stepping on a steel wire.

He was drunk, so the rage and bloodthirsty that had been deeply suppressed in his body overwhelmingly rushed towards the person closest to him, grabbing the heart of the other person coldly and desperately, as if he wanted to vent something.

He was on the edge of a cliff, and no one was more familiar with such a situation than Bruce. If he made a wrong step, there was no possibility of turning back.

A superhero...or a super criminal.

"You're drunk." Bruce looked calmer than anyone else, and no one knew that at this time he was also rolling with the anger aroused by Tony.

There is a deeper anger in Batman, the anger that he suppresses all the time, the anger that he can't vent.

Because of the tightness in his chest, the fire burned more and more intensely, almost consuming him completely.

"I'm a little drunk." This time Tony admitted very readily, he knew he had no way not to admit it, he had to say something to vent the anger in his chest.

Otherwise, he could drag the other party to hell while burning himself to death.

"Would you like to tell me about the Wayne couple?" Tony leaned against the wall, using the cold wall to barely suppress his rising body temperature and beating heart.

His heart had been hit by shrapnel, and the pain caused by the violent beating made him think for a moment that the shrapnel in his body hadn't been taken out yet.

"The robbers in Crime Alley, a city is so chaotic that no one is safe." Bruce said softly.

"It's that simple, no intrigue? Or do you not want to say more?" Tony said.

"I have nothing to say." Bruce lowered his voice, "You haven't been in Gotham for long, so you don't know that city. She... watched people destroy everything."

"So Wayne Company has always been committed to the development of Gotham's public utilities." Tony murmured, "Honestly, I should do this too. I used to... I used to work in some very bad industries, killing people A lot of people. And my parents, I thought they were parents who died in ordinary car accidents...they actually died at the hands of my father's former friends..."

When he said the word friend, his voice suddenly lowered, as if he was strongly restraining his emotions, but even so, madness and anger were still so obvious in his voice.

"You want to...kill him?" Bruce lowered his eyes. "Did you do it?"

"Kill him? No, it's not enough to calm my anger!" Tony roared in a low voice, he straightened up, then leaned back suddenly like masochistic, smashing his head on the wall, " touch" sound.

Even in this remote corner, this sound attracted the attention of several people. They turned their heads and looked at the protagonist of today's welcome meeting in a panic, asking Bruce with wide-eyed eyes.

Bruce lifted the glass in his hand, shook his head, and signaled that everything was fine.

"But, I can't do it, I can't fucking do it." Tony clenched his fist and hit the ground with it, the pain made him feel better, as if it could suppress his upward fire Same, "Because my best friend, or the guy I thought was my best friend, stopped me! Because that damn killer, is his best friend, and he can't let me kill that guy!" "

Tony gasped, shouting the words in a low voice that made him sound like he was crying.

Kind of a shame, but who cares.

Tony doesn't care.

There is no Pepper in this world, no Happy, no pajama baby, no one will see him like this, no one will know that he will break down and be decadent.

There's just another rich playboy here, and he won't know what the hell he's talking about because he doesn't know about the Starks.

Even this person died of his parents like him, he can feel his pain, because he will suffer the same pain as him.

Tony's heart belongs to the evil side, and he whispered seductively in Tony's ear, say it, tear open the wound of the person next to him, let him hurt as much as you, and you will be happy.

And the good side growled and said, do something good, Tony Stark, this guy next to you is just a normal guy, he can't take this.

But the way Bruce looks down at him tells him again that he can take this.

"No, it's not your friend," Bruce said. "It's you. You didn't do it. I don't know what happened, but you chose not to."

His tone was firm, as if he could see what was going on.

Tony leaned against the wall and stood up, facing Bruce face to face: "I did it!"

"You didn't do it." Bruce shook his head. "I've been in that situation too. When facing the man who killed my parents, I almost raised my gun."

He said lightly, "I almost raised my gun."

He almost raised the gun, almost.

Everything was ready, and he held a murderous weapon in his hand, the gun he had worked so hard to get back to kill his parents.

Holding a gun in his hand, he recalled all the gun knowledge he had learned.

Could he miss it?Impossible, he has been trained by Alfred since he was a child, and no one knows that Bruce Wayne can do everything except live a good life.

The gun was hidden in his sleeve, anytime, anywhere, as long as he raised his hand, he could see a hole in the head of the man in front of him, bleeding out glaring blood, just like his parents.

then……

Then he asked himself, and then what?

Lord Wayne goes to jail for murder, he gets his justice done, and then the city is still a goddamn mess.

Gotham isn't going to change anything just because he killed a mugger.

He killed this man to help no one but make himself happy.

So he finally put the gun down again, went out for seven years, and came back as Batman.

Batman doesn't kill people.

One is because he doesn't want to turn himself into the same person as those murderers, and the other is because...he can't kill people.

He admitted that he couldn't kill.

Not because he doesn't have the means to kill, but because he has the same anger as Tony in his heart.

That kind of anger urges him to use cruel means to kill everyone who turned Gotham into hell, that kind of anger... makes him disappointed in the whole world, and then wants to destroy everything.

So he has to be suppressed.

He could see that Tony was also suppressing this anger, restraining his urge to kill.

Perhaps it was because he also knew how close he was to that thread, so he carefully tugged at the other end and dared not let go.

It made Bruce feel... a lot like it.

They are alike.

Tony was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly gave up and said, "Yes, I wanted to kill him, but I knew I couldn't, I couldn't. It wasn't him, at least not entirely his fault, he was... controlled by someone .”

"But..." Tony raised his head to look into Bruce's eyes, and laughed self-deprecatingly, "...but why, why doesn't he understand something that an outsider can see?"

Thousands of light-years away.

"ζξλξοκζε(Tell me, where is it?)"

"εαηηλοξκλττπμλοτττρκκ

εηλξοιξξσινμπτχψ (Please, please, we really don't know where your thing is!)"

The man in the black cloak raised the black cold iron long knife and cut off the head of the next person mercilessly.

Then a woman with a whole body in blue came up to him: "εκζηκηιδιηεοοολ (They really don't know.)"

"ειηλλεαηηλλλιγγηε(Then kill them all.)" the man in the black cloak said mercilessly.

The woman nodded, and waved to the covetous soldiers beside her, and then the wailing sounded.

There were killing sounds, crying, and begging all over the place, but the two of them turned their heads one after the other and walked towards their spaceship as if they didn't hear them.

In the middle of the spaceship hangs a man with frosty temples, his eyes are closed and he doesn't move, he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

The man in the black cloak moved his fingers, and the blue-skinned woman next to him understood, walked up to the hanging man, grabbed his hair, and forced him to lift his head.

The hanging man finally opened his eyes and glared at them angrily.

"Where is the thing?" the man in the black cloak asked, this time he spoke slightly jerky English.

"Ha, cough, cough, you won't know." The man said mockingly with the corners of his mouth curled up.

With one finger, the blue-skinned woman forcibly lifted him up an inch, causing him pain throughout his life.

The man was panting heavily, but his angry and mocking eyes never changed.

"What are you still struggling with?" The black cloak waved his hand, motioning for the woman to let go, while he stepped forward and pinched the man's chin, "Tell me, where did you hide the gem!"

His last sentence suddenly raised his voice, low and cold, as if it came from hell.

"I told you, you won't know!" the man gritted his teeth.

The black cloak let go of his hand, took a step back, and said coldly: "Stupid, if Lord Thanos can defeat you once, he will definitely be able to defeat you a second time!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around: "How long are we from the earth?"

"According to the earth's calendar, we still have three months."

"Notify the entire fleet," said the black cloak, "at full speed, we are heading for the earth of this world."