[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

A black lacquer suddenly appeared

"After years of on and off, Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark's romance finally came to an end."

Bruce Wayne was holding a newspaper and was flipping through the headlines of the entertainment section of the "Daily Planet".

Two of America's most famous billionaire sweethearts lead a wave of entertainment that feeds the national entertainment media.

From the perspective of the outside world, the two are childhood sweethearts with equal status and extremely similar life trajectories. Their personalities collide everywhere, and there are even rumors of marriage.

Even if they break up, get back together, break up... and repeat this process continuously, with countless accidents interspersed in the middle, there is still no sign of getting back together since the last breakup...

But everyone is convinced that they will come together.

Come on, Tony Stark is the famous Iron Man.As for Wayne, who would refuse Brucey?That's Bruce Wayne!The dream girl of every young man in America!

However, the tone expressed by this columnist is diametrically opposed to the mainstream.

He first used textual research to analyze the life experiences of the two, and then changed his style of writing to demonstrate the reasons why they would never enter the marriage palace. The following are dozens of eloquent reasons.

Justified and convincing.

If it were not limited by the space, this expert on emotional issues would like to fill the whole newspaper to the brim.The whole article can be summed up in one sentence—they have nothing to do!

In fact, it is not completely wrong, Tony Stark has been lying on her blacklist for half a year.

The only reason that one of the subject matter did not criticize this emotionally charged report was that the reporter on the bottom column was named Clark Kent.

—Brucey Wayne's unknown current boyfriend.

You have to give jealous boys a little more tolerance.

And that's exactly why Bruce Wayne turned up at a fancy French restaurant in the Met.She's on a date.

Last night, Clark mysteriously expressed that he would give her a surprise, and it happened that she had the same intention, so she happily came to the appointment.

Now, the inviter was at least half an hour late.No phone calls, no reply to sent messages.

Brucey held her chin with one hand, and gently stroked the paper with Clark's name on it with her fingertips: "Hmm, small town boy."

Her voice is clear and ethereal, and there is a moving and peculiar rhythm between the words.

The afternoon sun was slightly drunk, and poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, plating a layer of gold on Brucey at the table by the window, smudged her cold white complexion.

She was born extremely beautiful, with black hair and blue eyes, a high bridge of nose, a cool white complexion as delicate and smooth as fine ivory, perfect bones, soft and clean facial lines.The corners of the eyes and the brows are all delicate, and the gestures of the hands and feet exude aristocratic elegance.

The seat Clark reserved was on the top floor, with a good view. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one can overlook the beautiful scenery of the metropolis. Not far away stands the Daily Planet building.

Brucey was wearing a high-quality gray plaid suit and skirt, her slightly curly long hair fell behind her, and the curled ends of her hair added a bit of liveliness.She took teaspoons from the teacup tray.

The earl gray tea smells fragrant, and the teaspoon makes a crisp sound when it hits the wall of the cup.

The corners of the pure white linen tablecloth are embroidered with complicated patterns, and the flower arrangements carefully placed on the corners of the table exude a faint foamy aroma mixed with the fragrance of tea.

Glancing at the clock again, she passed the time by pulling out an origami rose from the newspaper, which happened to be the one that had Clark's report printed.

When the third paper rose took over the goblet, Clark finally stumbled to the top floor of the restaurant.

Looking at her boyfriend who was hurriedly seated, Brussy raised her eyebrows and said inexplicably, "45 minutes and ten seconds?"

It was said that the large bunch of red roses in Clark's arms were almost squeezed crookedly.Fortunately, he has enough experience in dealing with him, so he immediately calmed down with a sincere expression, and spoke quickly: "I'm sorry Brucey, I'm late. Really, I can explain."

The movements are smooth and flowing, and the words are very proficient.

Brussie glanced at him and added two cubes of sugar to the black tea: "Oh, it's okay, I'm used to it."

She said casually again: "Speaking of which, your phone is out of battery?"

Under the frantic alarm of the desire to survive, Clark was on the verge of an enemy, and he immediately recited the pre-made excuses, which fully demonstrated the professional advantages of the reporter on the spot:

"Martha was very happy when she heard that you missed her apple pie. She sent another box to the newspaper. But I didn't know until after the interview. I thought you would be happy to receive it. In a hurry, I had to squeeze the subway back The newspaper office went to pick it up, but I didn’t expect to break the phone in a hurry.”

The end is accompanied by Clark's sincere signature smile.

Sure enough, as soon as Martha was mentioned, Brucey turned her attention away instantly. She stared at her expectantly, her cobalt blue eyes filled with starlight.

Rao, you are such a lying liar, the god of the metropolis silently spit on himself while slipping to work.

He handed the bouquet of flowers in his arms to Brucey, took out the tightly wrapped box, and placed it in front of the table.

In fact, the actual situation is that the plane full of passengers crashed out of control, and Superman had to fly to the rescue, and solved three armed robberies and a series of car accidents that nearly caused it on the way.

Super League has no holidays.A chain of unexpected events unraveled all his careful planning.

Brussie lowered her head to unwrap the present, her tone was gentle: "I'm not a control freak, why are you so nervous?"

That's what she said, but her mood obviously improved a lot, and she smiled slightly.

"Brucie, you're joking again."

Clark secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the crisis was resolved.

Afraid of making too many mistakes, he cleverly changed the subject, picked a paper rose from the goblet, and praised: "Brussie, the paper rose you folded is really good!"

Brucey glanced at him: "Why don't you take a closer look?"

Judging from the material, it is a newspaper. Clark looked at it carefully, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Holding the paper rose, he looked at Brucey with bright eyes: "Well, what do you think of the writing?"

Brucey put down the bouquet and raised her eyes: "Not bad."

Bruce Wayne was tall, but slender-boned.When the roses were curled up in the tall and strong Clark's arms, they didn't show much enthusiasm and brilliance, but as soon as they moved into Brucey's arms, they immediately turned into a sea of ​​flowers like the arrival of spring.

But after withdrawing from Brucey's arms, he languished on the corner of the table in grievance.

"By the way, isn't there anyone else here?" Clark just turned his attention to look around, he was quite.It took him a lot of effort to reserve a seat here.

"Because I bought this restaurant." Brucey took a sip of black tea, tilted her head and smiled affectionately.

Clark kept silent: I forgot that my girlfriend is the richest man in Gotham.

Plus, Brucey had a really pretty smile.

He didn't forget the mission for several days, for which Clark rehearsed carefully for several days.He cleared his throat, quite excited: "Today is the [-]th anniversary of our relationship."

Clark was wearing the expensive suit that Brussie had given him, and the reasonable tailoring modified the figure that used to be hidden under the bulky suit, which made people shine.

Although Brussie insists that his corny glasses are the culprit.

The encounter between Brucey and Clark is full of coincidences.Clark, who just graduated, came to Planet Daily for an internship. On the first day, he was sent to the entertainment section to guard Bruce Wayne in Gotham.

This earns him an interview before a lucky package knocks Clark unconscious.

He catches up to Brucie, and unexpectedly catches up.

Last week they went to the Kansas farm for vacation, the vast cornfields brought natural freshness, and Martha's apple pie captured Brucey's heart.

—maybe it was Martha, anyway, they hit it off right away.

Clark, who had a sense of crisis, felt that the time had come.

"I think we get along very well, so, so..." Clark blushed, he hesitated, his previous composure was swept away, like a kid who was dazzled by love.

He quickly took out the ring box from his arms and knelt down on one knee, "Brucie, will you marry me?"

The boy caught in the happy fantasy didn't notice Brucey's sudden complex gaze.

***

The world's limited Rolls-Royce drove out of the metropolis at high speed and galloped on the newly built Gotham Bridge with a high profile.

The Gotham Bridge crosses across the sky, separating two cities with completely different temperaments.

"So you broke up with Mr. Kent?" Alfred asked Brucey, who was sitting in the back row. The British butler in a tuxedo was firmly controlling the steering wheel.

Brucey didn't expect that Clark would propose marriage unexpectedly, so she could only use being late as an excuse in a hurry.

"I thought for a while that it would not be good to directly reject, so I just broke up."

"I don't think this is the surprise you mentioned before you came here." Ah Fu was still gentle, but he could see that he was a little disappointed. He sighed, "I thought Wayne Manor would finally welcome a new owner."

Brucey stroked her curly hair and raised her voice slightly: "Of course not this, Ah Fu. I can still tell the difference between surprise and fright."

She mumbled: "Also, don't think I didn't realize that you were mocking me."

"Actually, I had exactly the same point of view with you half an hour ago." She was indeed tempted, but finally got cold feet.

The meeting in the metropolis was supposed to be a solo trip, but Ah Fu insisted on driving her.

The old housekeeper who took care of her growing up has been particularly keen on the major events in Brucey's life recently. He seems to think that having a new family will help solve Brucey's knots.

He even suggested that Brucey adopt a few children to liven up the deserted Wayne mansion!Brussie struggled to get rid of his crazy idea.

By the way, cookie, she's only 24 years old!God knows how Ah Fu had such a dangerous thought.

The interior decoration is elegant, revealing the extraordinary taste of the owner.

Brucey looked out of the window, through the car window at Gotham, which had been rebuilt and looked brand new.

The Wayne Corporation, or Bruce Wayne, owes it to the Wayne Corporation, or Bruce Wayne, for the orderly execution of Gotham's rebuilding plan.

This city full of Gothic style ushered in a new life, with row upon row of high-rise buildings, brand-new street corners and alleyways, and bustling business districts.

Whether compared horizontally with other cities where aliens are scurrying, or vertically compared with Gotham once, Gotham under Wayne's governance is worthy of praise.

But Brucey knew in her heart that this was just a prosperous appearance under strong pressure, making people mistakenly think it was a civilized place.Darkness still exists, breeding where the sun doesn't shine.

She withdrew her thoughts: "Ah Fu, you can make some arrangements, I want to sell Planet Daily."

The Daily Planet was the original surprise.

"Before that, may I know when you bought it?" Ah Fu's voice came.

Brucey's answer was succinct: "Last night."

"I'm planning an office romance, yes. But I'm not planning on laying in the grave of my marriage and boarding myself up." Brussie began to babble with her eyes closed.

Afu was noncommittal.

She said rather deeply: "Why sleep for a long time when you are alive, you will sleep forever after death."

The old British butler in front countered elegantly: "Is this your new life motto? Then I hope it can be kept until tomorrow morning, after all, you have a board meeting tomorrow morning."

The current President Wayne, who wanted to stay in bed, was decisive and willful: "Reject."

"Actually, it has been postponed five times." Alfred cast a disapproving look in the rearview mirror, making sure that Brucey could see him at a glance, "No matter what, you have to go."

Brucey muttered a few words unwillingly: "Ah Fu, poor Brucey has lost her love."

But she still complied.

President Wayne leaned back in the seat, closed his eyes and meditated: "Is there anything else?"

"The joint project between the Wayne Group and the Stark Group has been negotiated and the contract will be signed soon."

Brucey knew about this, and she sent the project director.

Ah Fu continued: "Master Tony will hold a celebration banquet, which will be next Wednesday, and he has indicated that you are going."

Brucey opened her eyes suddenly and sat up straight: "Didn't I say to ignore him? Forget it, he will pick his time."

For a multi-billion dollar project, President Wayne must be present, otherwise it cannot be explained.

Brucey hacked all of Tony's contact information, and created an anti-artificial intelligence program to block the other party's intrusion. The two have fought hundreds of rounds in the past six months, but they just don't want to sit down and have a good talk.Tony can only tap from the side of Ah Fu's head.

Seeing the grown-up two children quarreling over one incident, he had no choice but to persuade him: "Think about the good, it means..."

Brucey quickly interrupted him, saying, "It means I have to find a new boyfriend within three days who won't let him steal the limelight."

"No, Ah Fu, stop talking, I won't listen."

But troubles are always in groups, never alone.

In addition to the cyclical activity of falling out of love, the system's sudden sleep without warning also alerted her.

It's not functional anxiety. After finding that the system cannot be solved, she has analyzed and reconstructed a similar data model and imported it into the central computer.This anxiety is behind the symbolic meaning.

The system appeared when she was 15 years old, and involved Arkham, which she didn't want to talk about.At one point during that time, Brussie thought she, too, was crazy.

The full name is the Gotham City Construction System, which is similar to the effect of an auxiliary device.

The basic function is the city 3D modeling and detailed data, which provided a powerful help for Brucey's original Gotham reconstruction plan.

With the improvement of city construction, various functions are unlocked accordingly, including spatial coordinates.

She suppressed the irritability in her heart and whispered, "I have a bad feeling. I will go to Arkham Asylum in half an hour."

It was night when they returned from Arkham, and the velvety night enveloped the quiet manor.

Since Wayne's ancestors built the manor in 1855, this ancient mansion has been dutifully raising Wayne of all generations, and can directly compose a "Who's Who in Gotham".

There is a huge natural cave system hidden under the castle-like manor, inhabited by tens of thousands of bats.Now it has been built into a secret base by Brucey.

The secret base is full of all kinds of high-tech equipment and other weird objects.

The display screens cover the entire three walls and are divided into screens of different sizes, monitoring Gotham without dead ends through the hidden network laid in the reconstruction plan.And Arkham Asylum is treated with honor, and enjoys the whole screen on the left.

Brucey sat in front of the console and sorted out the data. She had previously copied all the system data into the central computer as a backup.

Ah Fu came over with a tray, put coffee and cookies in front of her, and there was a stack of newspapers on the tray.

He unfolded the newspaper to indicate: "Since you didn't give yourself a code name, the newspapers now call you the Dark Knight of Gotham."

Since Brucey returned to Gotham a year ago, the vigilante hidden in the night of Gotham has also appeared. He terrified the criminals, but no one has seen the true appearance of the vigilante. found in jail.

There is only one sentence left and spread widely - "I am watching you".

He is the invisible shadowy monster, the embodiment of Gotham.

Gotham maintains a delicate balance, and all forces are afraid of this new vigilante.

Brucey paused, picked up the coffee and said to herself: "The unknown is the greatest fear."

When she was a child, she thought that violence, punishment and the like were the only things, but later changed her mind.

"I'm not a superhero, I don't need a code name." Brucey stared at the screen without looking back.

Ah Fu sighed: "But in terms of what you have done, this sentence is not convincing."

Brucey pretended not to hear and ate the cookie unmoved.

At the age of 20, Brussie decided to leave Gotham and announced to the outside world that it was a trip around the world. It took three years, but no one knew where she went, and the same was true for Alfred.

Rows of bulletproof glass display cases are packed with collections.The conch on the shelf was brought back by Brucey when she returned home, and there were all kinds of weird rocks placed in the glass cover not far away, some of which were emitting a dim light.

"You are still young, and you have enough time to find your own path." He put his hand on Brucey's shoulder and comforted him.

Brucey lowered her eyes, and her curled eyelashes cast a small shadow.

Ah Fu: "Since you want to use fear to repel those criminals, what do you think of the title of Batman?"

Bats were once little Brussie's greatest fear of creatures.

Under the faint blue light of the screen, Brucey's demeanor was even colder and alienated: "The fear I want to overcome is not bats."

"Ah Fu, haven't you always disapproved of my personal hobbies? This time...wait a minute, it seems that your idea has been cut off."

The abnormality of the screen in the upper right corner caught Brucey's attention.

She quickly intercepted the screen and zoomed in to replay it. Behind the ruins of the building left after the explosion, a man in black was carrying a huge creature. The audio track was analyzed by the computer: "Iambatman."

Inexplicably, Brucey heard a trace of confusion in the low smoke voice.

With a flick of the cloak, the suspect quickly disappeared into the darkness.He's a master at stealth.

"It seems that this gentleman needs to pay me a copyright fee." Alfred said, staring at the collapsed building hesitantly: "...This building is a bit familiar."

"Of course I'm familiar with it." Brucey took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and said, "That's Wayne Tower!"

The author has something to say:

Brucey: Let me see who dared to blow up my tower!

Breaking up at the beginning · meringue: QAQ

Master CP.This article is also known as "Black Paint Wars the Former Alliance"

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