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

impossible.

It was Astoria who killed Tonia.

[Your biggest shortcoming is that you can never trust anyone. 】The Laughing Bat said to the drowned man, when they met for the first time, the lunatic from another world was sitting on the bat lamp underwater, looking up at her with madness on his face, 【Your greatest strength is also You can never trust anyone. 】

"Brucie Wayne?" The Batmobile stopped firmly near where they were fighting, and the man was long overdue.

Tony had already told him about Brucey on the way, so Bruce knew about her and her stories.

Brucey also knew that Tony had a conversation with Batman during the battle, and that the man was led here.

Standing on the surface of the water, Brucey looked down at Bruce Wayne who had just arrived, she was the same body of this man.

The feeling of seeing Batman is somewhat similar to that of seeing the Laughing Bat. That kind of familiar feeling represents the inextricable connection between them.

They are each other.

"Bruce Wayne." She said indifferently, and when she looked up, she saw the red figure jump off the Batmobile.

The moment the Red Death saw Tony, he froze for a moment, but soon he returned to normal again.

Brussie knew what his momentary stagnation was for. No bat could see someone who was exactly the same as the one he loved without feeling excited...or killing intent, not even the Bat Laughing.

The lunatic always talks about the Iron Man of this world and his own Iron Man at meetings, and discusses with them how to kill the person he loves and make him into a specimen and other nonsense.

The inside and outside words are both emotion and warning, telling them in disguise that there is also an Iron Man in this world.

All the bats are ready, but nothing is as emotional as the moment they saw it with their own eyes.

After all, it is the person the bat loves.

The same souls traveled across space to them.

Then die in front of them because of various things.

Hearing the sound of the wheels rubbing violently against the ground, Tony turned his head and saw the eye-catching red Batmobile.

The moment Bruce arrived, everyone stopped.

Bruce jumped out of the Batmobile, but the Red Death didn't stop him, and he was caught up in other thoughts.

"This is... the Batman you're talking about that fits my aesthetics?" Tony looked at the Red Death with a look of disgust, "You misjudged my aesthetics, Holmes, he's just barely better than you, I declare, you've been Deprived of the title of world's best detective."

There was a little smile on Bruce's face, and even through his bat mask, Tony could tell from the slightly raised corners of his mouth that he was in a good mood.

"Okay," Bruce said, "I don't agree with your aesthetic, but I think that's a personal thing."

He saw Tony opened his mouth and said with his lips [Is my aesthetic bad?You black-clothed bat monster].

"I'm grateful you didn't paint my armor red," Bruce said, "but that doesn't mean I'll forgive you for painting my Batmobile red."

He puts particular emphasis on the word "my".

Tony blinked his eyes: "If you remember correctly, it was my Batmobile, and now you have no identity, and I..."

He paused for a moment, with a malicious smile on his face: "... Baoyang's little boy."

By the way, he looked Bruce up and down, and watched Batman wearing the new armor he made for him with satisfaction, inexplicably feeling like he really took care of Bruce.

It can't be regarded as fake, Bruce's current Batcave is under his mansion, and this man can't even use his surname and identity now-after all, there is still a little Bruce.

So Tony, who provided accommodation and equipment, was indeed taking care of Bruce.

Ignoring Batman's identity, Bruce Wayne also has a face worthy of being kept.

Their lighthearted conversation seemed to completely ignore Brucey and the Red Death.

The dark knights' faces grew more and more sullen, and the sight of it irritated them.

"Bruce Wayne." The Red Death was the first to attack. He seemed to want to move, but Brucey stopped him.

Drowned looked at Bruce sharply, while Batman's blue eyes looked at her.

"I'm so glad you're all here." Brucey said slowly, "I think we can get rid of you all in one go."

"I don't understand why you would listen to Thanos...or the Bat Laughing." Bruce put away the emotion on his face and asked indifferently, "Will Batman believe Batman?"

"Bats live in groups." Brucey said lightly.

"But not Batman," Bruce said quietly, "Batman doesn't believe in Batman."

Brucey raised her eyebrows, with anger in her eyes: "Are you qualified to say that? Bat? Everyone is qualified to resent us, but you don't, because we will become like this, and it is always your fault!"

She was recruited by the Laughing Bat himself, or so they all were.

The Laughing Bat once told them that their main body is Bruce Wayne, and they are all the same body of this man.

Their characters and pasts are derived from Batman, and then each amplifies one of the man's flaws.

The Laughing Bat is madness, the Ravager is weakness, the Ruthless War Demon is bloodthirsty, the Daybreak Lantern is arrogance, the killing machine is loneliness, the Red Death is inferiority, and she, the Drowned Man, can never trust anyone.

Dawn's Lantern refuses to admit this, but Drowned is willing to accept the reason.

This reason made her find someone to resent, resent the subject's past and tragedy for turning everything into this ghost.

That man left all his own weaknesses to these people, letting them get to where they are now step by step.

If he didn't have so many weaknesses, they wouldn't be like this, Brussie thought, if he had given up his stupid moral standards early on, they wouldn't have gone through it.

If it weren't for his inability to trust people, Brussie wouldn't have doubted everything.

If Brucey hadn't doubted everything...

"Have you ever thought about it, Brucey, maybe Astoria doesn't want to start a war with China at all?" Tony interrupted suddenly.

OK.

"Have you ever thought that maybe it's your will to make the world like that?" Tony asked again.

Can't think about it.

"Even Tonya is about to give up on you, she wants you to talk to Astoria, she yells at you, you are wrong, you think she betrayed you, and then angrily kill her while she is not paying attention You killed her, didn't you?" Tony said, "And you blamed it all on Astoria because you couldn't accept that you were to blame for everything."

Can't think about it.

"Brucie, don't listen to him!" roared the Red Death.

Brucey looked up at Bruce Wayne, the man looked great and strong.

But both of them understand how much each other has weaknesses.

The Red Death saw Brucey stop.

She stopped.

"You don't need to think about it." Brucey said calmly, holding the golden-red pendant tightly in her hand, almost crushing it, "I already know that Astoria doesn't want to start a war."

Batman can't be wrong.

She could have been right.

It was him in the main world who was wrong, and he caused them to turn everything into that way.

She wants to kill the bats in the main world, so why can this man still have a complete world when they are suffering?

He had to give them the world back.

"Hmm? Will Brucey stick to her heart? What do you think?" The Laughing Bat knocked on the armrest of his chair and said curiously, "She has too many emotions, to be honest, I doubt it."

"Do you suspect that she will be the first to betray you?" said the person sitting opposite him.

The Laughing Bat stretched out his hand, his pale and slender fingers twisted the small pieces on the chessboard.

Graduate.

The moment it fell crisply, the opponent's king was trapped.

The two sat opposite each other on the balcony of Wayne Mansion, with the dim Gotham outside.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and it looked like it was going to rain.

This base that originally belonged to Batman now belongs to the Laughing Bat.

After Bruce left to stop Tony, the rest of the Bat family fell silent and stopped confronting the Laughing Bat head-on.

The Laughing Bat takes control of Gotham.

"Maybe...the Red Death." The Laughing Bat rubbed his chin, "I still like my beauty, to be honest, I don't really hope that one day I have to kill her, which makes me feel... regrettable .After all, she's the only girl among us, my girl."

"But you still sent her to kill Tony." said the man opposite.

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the knight, who died in his place, protecting the king.

"If she killed my Iron Man, I would be very happy." The Laughing Bat licked his dry upper lip, "I would be very happy if she didn't."

"It doesn't hurt no matter what you think about it, right?" said the man opposite, "You are such a strange person. I thought you would want to torture me more than sit here and play chess with me."

"Boom" lightning flashed across the sky, instantly illuminating the person opposite the Laughing Bat.

It's Stephen Strange.

Doctor Strange looks far better at this time than when he was in the hands of General Deathblade. Except that he still wears the shackles on his wrists that restrain his magical ability, he can almost be said to be a free person.

"Why should I torture you?" The Laughing Bat leaned back and grinned.

"Because what Thanos wanted?" Stephen frowned.

"What Thanos wants? Hahahahaha, what Thanos wants? Who cares what Thanos wants?" Laughing Bat laughed, "The last Reality Gem? Oh, you don't You know that the power gem has fallen into the hands of Thanos, right, you give it to that... The little black cat has hidden something that Thanos has obtained."

Wakanda was breached?Stephen's heart sank. No one except him and T'Challa knew that the last gem was hidden in Wakanda, and Wakanda had not fallen before he was captured.

He looked up at the Laughing Bat, wondering why the madman was so kind to tell him the news, he didn't believe that the Laughing Bat didn't know what it meant.

The lunatic crossed his hands, propped up his chin, and rested it on the chessboard.

He knocked his king down, but he never cared, didn't even look down.

"I don't care about Thanos, and I don't care about the messy things Thanos wants." The Laughing Bat said word by word, "I don't understand how many times I have to say this before you understand it?"

"Then what do you care about?"

"What do I care about? I only care about whether the game is interesting." His fingers rubbed against his pale cheeks, "Interesting, crazy, twisting, unexpected...games are fun games."

"The next step, I'm going to let the ravager kill Superman, what method are you going to use to stop me?"