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

【That's good, son. 】The man stroked his head and said to him,【I don't know how to tell you about those emotional problems, I never thought that I would miss your entire youth, you know, you were in your youth Lacking the guidance of a father, I should tell you how to love someone and how to accompany someone, but I don't have it. Regarding this point, I...]

【……I'm very sorry. 】

He rushed over and hugged the man.

[I love you, Dad. 】

[I love you too, son. ] The man lowered his head and kissed his forehead, 【Be happy, cherish everyone you love and everyone who loves you. 】

……

"Tony? Tony!"

With a slight sway, Tony opened his eyes and saw Bruce frowning at him.

He sat up, looked down at his situation, the clothes were well worn on his body, if it wasn't for some marks on his body, he would have thought it was just a dream of his.

I moved a little, and accidentally pulled the unspeakable part behind me, causing a burst of pain.

Damn Bruce Wayne.

Damn Batman.

The man's good-looking blue eyes were frowned, hiding a little bit of imperceptible worry-if Tony didn't know the man well, he wouldn't have noticed.

"You were crying," Bruce said. "A nightmare?"

Tony wiped the corners of his eyes subconsciously, and actually wiped a little tear.

Unbelievable.

"What time is it?" He quickly wiped away his tears, then pretended nothing happened, stretched his waist inadvertently, and then said lazily.

"At five o'clock in the morning, you only slept for an hour, you can rest for a while."

Just as Tony wanted to say that he often stayed up all night without any problem, he felt a light kiss on his forehead.

So he choked on the words again.

"Why are you still here?" Tony said pretending not to care.

"Shouldn't I be here?" Bruce asked rhetorically, getting out of bed as he spoke, to get the clothes on the chair next to him.

"I thought you were going to run away. After all, you just drank too much." Tony said indifferently, but in fact he had been looking at Bruce.

Too much to drink, must be too much to drink, otherwise he wouldn't have done those things with Bruce.

He's not a person with a private life, but that doesn't mean anyone can climb into his bed, at least in his opinion, he shouldn't do those things with Bruce Wayne.

but……

"You can't stand up if you drink too much."

Tony stares at him, suspecting that Batman is playing hooligans.

But the man had a normal expression, as if what he said had no other meaning.

He looked at Bruce in clothes, Batman's good figure was fully revealed at the moment, the eight-packed abdominal muscles and the muscles with beautiful arcs on the arms - there is no doubt that Batman has Perfect body proportions.

Tony couldn't help thinking of himself, Iron Man has the smartest brain, but he does lack the usual exercise.

Bat talked about taking him to train with him a few times, but he always thought it was a waste of his time improving the armor.

Now that he thinks about it, he should go to train with Bruce Wayne, so that he won't feel guilty about his small belly just because he looks at that person's good figure.

As if he knew what he was thinking, Bruce, who was dressed, walked up to him, suddenly bent down, reached into the quilt and rubbed his belly, and then said solemnly: "Better than the first time I saw you. Time to get fat."

Tony glared at him: "You didn't touch my belly when you first met me!"

"Believe me, I know it at a glance." Bruce raised his eyebrows, and he looked like a standard Bruce baby at this moment.

playboy.

It's the first time Tony uses the term in a derogatory sense, because he's undoubtedly the same kind of shit himself.

"Next time I can take you to practice with me," Bruce said.

He does need training, but not necessarily Bruce Wayne.

"Come on, I have someone who can train with me." The little spider can, and maybe others can too.

Bruce shook his head, apparently not taking his words seriously.

If anyone were looking for a gymnastics teacher, who better than Bruce Wayne?

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Bruce picked up the phone beside the bed, "I'm calling room service, what do you want to eat?"

"Hamburger." Tony showed a malicious smile, "The cheeseburger from the mobile food truck on Catherine Avenue in Queens, I want to eat that."

He guessed he looked like an unreasonable kid, but Bruce didn't comment on that, instead nodding obediently.

This made Tony unable to vent his anger that he didn't know where it came from.

"Tony." Before going out, Bruce suddenly walked up to him and called him.

The moment Tony looked up, Bruce lowered his head, and dropped a kiss on his lips like a dragonfly.

"Come back soon," he said.

Tony remained expressionless until Bruce left the room.

What does Bruce Wayne mean?

As soon as he lifted the quilt, he tucked himself back in again, then closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Half an hour later, he realized that Bruce hadn't returned.

And he couldn't sleep at all.

With red eyes from not sleeping well, Tony got up from the bed resignedly.

Fuck, his body hurts.

Damn Bruce Wayne, damn Batman.

He went out of the room with red eyes and face, and came to the hotel lobby.

He guessed that the waiters in the lobby saw him open the room last night, otherwise they wouldn't have looked at him with such weird eyes.

But he soon discovered that they didn't need to see it at all, because the newspaper covers in the hands of people passing by were gossip about him and Bruce Wayne.

It's just that the media darling Bruce Baby has become Stark's supporting role [Mystery Man].

Bruce Wayne would love that title.

From 30 years later to 30 years ago, he was forced to gossip with Bruce Wayne.

Don't tell anything too many times, otherwise it will be easy to take it seriously.

Tony sat in the driver's seat, imagining Bruce's expression when he returned to the room and saw the note on the table, and couldn't help showing a mischievous smile.

[I'm going back, if you buy it back, you can solve it yourself. ] Then add a smiley face.

Yawning, Tony started the car.

Then at this moment, someone knocked on his car window.

Tony squinted his eyes and spent 2 minutes trying to figure out the man in his head. It was the man who had harassed him yesterday.

what do you say that is?

Tony couldn't remember and didn't care.

In fact, he didn't even think about rolling down the window, he just waved his hand to let the man go away.

But the man insisted on standing in this place.

If he could be killed... Tony thought so, and quickly suppressed the thought.

He is in a good mood, there is no need to argue with anyone.

In this way, he rolled down the car window: "What's the matter? Mr. Annoying?"

"Paka, Pakastan." Paka introduced himself again, "I'm here to apologize to you. I didn't intend to disturb you at that time, and I didn't know that you were with me."

"Let me explain first, that person and I are not a couple." Tony yawned lazily, and B put the relevant information of Pakastan in front of his eyes, but he was not interested in looking at it, and he didn't care what the man was. What kind of thought, "However, I'm not interested in you either."

Paka, whose eyes were dazzled by Tony's first words, fell into a slump in an instant. He forced a smile: "Of course, I can see that you still like that person very much."

Like Bruce Wayne?Did he

Sleeping or is this person not sleeping?

But look at this person's eyes that are redder than his, and think about it, maybe he really didn't sleep.

"It's okay, I have to go."

As Tony spoke, he was about to roll up the car window, but before he could do so, Paka stopped him.

"I apologize for my rudeness." Tony raised his eyebrows. Although it was only a brief contact, he could also see that Paka was not a good person. Being so polite and considerate did not suit him. "But, in fact, I am not I came here for me, but for my sister, Chloe, who has been very interested in you since the Stark Group appeared."

As he spoke, a beautiful woman protruded from behind him: "Hello, Mr. Stark."

Tony was about to leave, but he stopped the moment he saw the woman.

It wasn't that he was amazed by her uncanny beauty—in fact, she was beautiful.

It was because, the woman's beautiful face instantly reminded him of a person——

Bruce Wayne.

They don't look exactly alike, and even people who don't know them don't think they're alike when the two of them stand next to each other.

But the same aura on them was something Tony would never be able to admit wrong.

That disgusting grave-like smell mixed with death and decay.

No one would suspect that it was a dead person.

"Pakkastan." It was the first time Tony called his name. "I think you can go, and the lady—"

"—do I have the honor to invite you into my car?"

On the other hand, Bruce bought burgers on the streets of New York as Tony said.

He was in a good mood, although no one else could tell.

The moment Bruce took the hamburger from the owner of the dining car, the hairs on Bruce's body stood on end.

He subconsciously reached for his pocket and held a bat dart between his fingers.

The sleeves of the long trench coat concealed his movements underneath.

I thanked the owner of the dining car, and turned around calmly, as if I didn't find anything.

Although New York is not as familiar as Gotham, but remembering the topographic map of every place is a compulsory course for Batman.

So he easily knew which direction to lead people.

And the little tail behind him probably knew what he was thinking, and followed him very obediently until he walked to a deserted area.

"What should I call you?" Bruce turned around and said in a deep voice, "Mr. 'Bruce Wayne'?"

"Red Death." The man in the red battle suit said.