Did Ah Fu retire today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Maybe Bruce was too absorbed in his thoughts, and Tom called twice but got no response, which made him a little curious.

"What are you thinking?" Tom asked abruptly.

Bruce replied subconsciously: "Thinking of you."

He quickly realized that the words he blurted out were full of ambiguity, and answering from another angle would embarrass both of them, so he simply shut his mouth.

But Tom didn't seem to realize this, and he was still asking solemnly: "What's wrong with me, is there a problem?"

Bruce said hesitantly: "It's just a feeling, you give me the feeling...too familiar."

Tom was puzzled: "Isn't this a normal thing? We have known each other for more than four years, and we have been together for nearly a year. Of course we should be familiar with each other."

Bruce frowned: "It's not that familiar."

Tom asked inquisitively, "What kind is that?"

Bruce sighed: "Tom, I just feel a little strange. Some of my senses are sometimes quite sharp. You know, it has saved me many times, but just now, it kept sending signals to me."

Bruce didn't lie, let's not mention how many times he was saved by the mysterious feeling classified as the sixth sense after he became Batman, but when he existed as Jerry, this feeling appeared more than once.

For example, when he and Tom were involved in a terrorist attack, when Tom was kidnapped by desperadoes, when they traveled together but were hijacked...

"So." Tom's vivid expression gradually restrained, "Do you think I will bring you disaster again, is it this kind of familiarity?"

Bruce frowned in confusion: "No, I just simply think that our acquaintance should be more than just four years, it should be longer..."

"Wow." Tom said dryly, feeling that the topic was a bit dangerous.

Bruce gave an example: "Just now, the scene where we worked together seems to have happened countless times in my life. Many people have experienced this kind of thing. After you encounter something, you suddenly remember this scene. , seems to be a scene I experienced in my sleep a long time ago. And my sense of familiarity with you is only stronger than that, too strong to ignore."

Tom said with difficulty, "But it's really the first time."

As far as Ah Fu is concerned, they have indeed done this countless times, but as far as Tom is concerned, it is indeed the first time, so he is not lying.

Bruce continues.

"And when you smiled, I almost recognized you as another person for a moment. Although your age gap is huge and your personalities are different, at that moment, your faces really overlapped." He looked into Tom's eyes, "Do you know what that means?"

Listening to Bruce's various descriptions, Tom made a simple reasoning based on the various materials he had read when preparing for the blind date: "It means...you fell in love with him?"

Bruce: "...what are you talking about?"

Bruce had no idea how Tom came to this conclusion.

Who are you in love with?Ah Fu?

This is absolutely impossible, let alone their age difference of 40 years, grandpa and grandson would not dare to play like this.As far as getting along with each other in normal times, he has always regarded Ah Fu as a friend and elder, so how could he have another kind of affection?

This is ridiculous.

Tom's speculation made Bruce very resistant, but many fronts of Alfred flashed in his mind involuntarily.

After the tragic death of his parents, Ah Fu squatted down, pressed his shoulders, and seriously said "you still have me".

Before rushing to participate in the release trial of the murderer who killed his parents, Ah Fu looked at him worriedly, disapprovingly admonishing him that "killing will never free you".

After discovering the identity of Batman, Ah Fu worriedly begged "You can go to watch the night, but please send my young master back to the manor safely at dawn".

As well as the lingering scene, Ah Fu's purple nightgown was opened wide, revealing a piece of silky and firm skin, while his own hand rested on his collarbone inexplicably.

His hands subconsciously trembled, as if there was still some kind of weird touch left.

Bruce scattered all the pictures in his brain, but his heart gradually became heavy.

There seems to be... something wrong with him.

"Continue?" Tom glanced at Bruce inexplicably, squeezed him away and took over the work of operating the display screen, and the video that had been paused before was played again.

The dazed Bruce finally came back to his senses. He watched the video with a heavy heart. As expected, he found nothing more meaningful except that he was more sure that the clown must have something planned.

A dull "grunt" sounded in the narrow lounge, and the two realized that they had been stuck in the room for several hours and even forgot to eat dinner.

Bruce reacted belatedly. He missed lunch at noon and didn't have time to eat breakfast in the morning. He only ate a few cold cookies in the middle of the night last night. Seriously, he had more than 24 hours and didn't eat well It's over.

No wonder I'm hungry.Pressing his belly, he thought silently.

Tom looked at the time and said, "It's not too late, the cafeteria won't close until twenty o'clock."

Bruce thought of something, and suddenly asked, "What time will meals be served here?"

Tom didn't understand why: "Seven o'clock in the morning, twelve o'clock in the noon, and seventeen o'clock in the evening, because the time to deliver meals to patients in Arkham District 7-12 is counted, the cafeteria is open for a long time, basically three It will close in an hour."

"That's the problem," Bruce said. "It wasn't fourteen in the afternoon when I got here."

Tom said, "Then?"

Bruce said: "Bowles told me that the cafeteria was closed, and there was only a little cold sandwich left in the kitchen."

Although at that time he was anxious to see the clown and had no intention of eating, the meaning of not wanting to eat and being told not to eat by the guards was completely different.

"He's lying." Tom said with certainty, "The cafeteria has been open until three o'clock in the afternoon, and the guards who delivered the food didn't finish their work until nearly two o'clock. How could the cafeteria be closed?"

Bruce looked at him, and pointed his cold white goggles at Tom: "Why did Bowers tell a lie that can be exposed at once?"

Tom also looked at him, trying to make a guess: "Maybe he... hates you very much?"

Bruce said: "It's true that he doesn't like me very much, but I always feel that it's not that simple."

"So do I," Tom admitted, "but dear Jerry, the thinking part is over, and it's our dinner time. Come on, stop thinking about it, and I'll show you Cam's Cafeteria."

He pushed open the door hastily, and as soon as he stepped out of the lounge, he bumped into the guard Burrow who was in a daze with a dazed face.

Tom took a half step back to avoid bumping into each other, and asked strangely: "Guard Burrow, you look a little bad?"

"Oh, yes." Burrow looked at Tom in a trance, and slowly recovered his voice, "It's nothing, I do this once a week, Dr. Leander, you still have doubts now, wait and see You'll get used to it in a month."

Before Tom could understand, Bruce reacted first.

He stepped out of the lounge and said firmly, "Because of those clown letters?"

Burrow's eyes widened in surprise: "Batman? Why are you in the doctor's room?"

Tom immediately gave a reasonable explanation: "Batman is here for the clown. As the clown's attending doctor, of course I need to have a good chat with him."

"You're right." Burrow was quickly persuaded. He returned to the original topic and complained: "I can't understand the clown, and I can't understand his fans, those love and crazy confession letters, every day. I have to see a psychiatrist to ease my emotions after watching it every time, or I may have mental problems, and I don’t want to become the second Dr. Quizell.”

He shivered as he spoke, and refused to think about it any further: "However, for things like reviewing letters, the shift will change every three months, so I'll be fine for another two months."

Tom said pityingly, "Thank you for your hard work."

Bruce's focus was on another question: "Who were the guards who reviewed letters before you?"

Burrow blinked: "Bowers, what's wrong?"

Tom suddenly said: "It turned out to be him."

Burrow continued to blink: "Huh?"

Bruce pursed his lips: "It really is him."

Burrow felt dizzy even more: "What charades are you playing?"

Tom made a haha: "Aren't you going to eat yet? I think you need to replenish some energy."

Burrow was immediately distracted: "Of course! Believe me, I can eat a whole cow now! Hmm... I remember there was steak for dinner today? Aha! It's just what I want."

Burrow cheered up, said goodbye in a hurry, and walked towards the cafeteria.

Bruce and Tom, who stayed at the door, looked at each other and whispered in unison: "Bowles has a problem."

Tom said: "He has a mental problem."

"Or worse, he could have been seduced by the Joker," Bruce said.

The psychiatrist is seduced, there is an extra clown girl in Gotham, and the guard is seduced, what "heterogeneous" will there be in Gotham?

This is something Bruce can't tolerate: "We must go to Powers immediately."

Tom frowned and said forcefully, "Nothing happens immediately, now you need to go eat."

"Don't stop me, Tom." Bruce gave him a deep look.

Because Bowers felt a little strange to him, out of his reproachable desire to control, he installed a locator on the opponent's body from the very beginning, although it was not the version that was improved later, it was just an initial ordinary locator device, but it is not difficult to quickly find each other.

He opened the phone's tracking page, determined Powers' location, and turned to leave.

He had already taken half a step, but suddenly a weight was placed on his shoulders, and his body was forced to stay in place, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

He looked back, Tom just pressed his shoulder with one hand, his expression was very relaxed.

Bruce just found it incredible.He clearly remembered that four years ago, Tom was just a wealthy young man with a dream of being a policeman, but he was physically weak. Why can he stop himself who has gone through countless trials now?

"Tom, are you so strong?"

he asked difficultly.

Tom's expression blanked in an instant, and he let go of his hands in bewilderment.