[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

On the Crisis Caused by Occupational Dislocation

"Thomas Wayne?" Brucey's sultry ending trembled in the air, "Hmm, do I need to praise your imagination?"

She looked away from the newspaper and looked at the sleepy-eyed Brucey, who was stepping into the dining room.

Another person in the know, Superman, was like the bean, and he had finished explaining everything.

Incidentally, Superman now works two jobs.

After finishing the manuscript, Clark, a young reporter from the newspaper office, hurriedly changed into Superman and flew to the Gotham Bridge under construction, making full use of super power and thermal vision to shine on the front line of infrastructure construction.

With the abilities of a tenth-level welder and a solar-powered crane, Superman has won the unanimous respect of the majority of Gotham citizens.

His compensation for war damages is to assist workers in rebuilding the completely destroyed Gotham Bridge, St. Mary's Church, and the potholed roads that he smashed.

Due to the high efficiency, the current progress is gratifying.

Baby Bruce smiled innocently, and revealed it calmly: "Don't get me wrong, my dear, I only temporarily replaced my Christian name with my middle name."

"Sometimes moving around can help your health."

Like moving from a makeshift batcave to a restaurant.

He blinked frivolously, and there was still a layer of water mist in his eyes just after waking up, innocent and cute, almost provoking crime.

"Also, good story, Dickie," Bruce said to Dick.

Dick next to him trembled subconsciously, and he smiled dryly: "Uh, it's my pleasure."

Before he entered the restaurant, Dick was spitting out stories about Batman and Robin.The ten-level beauty filter is automatically turned on, and if it sounds good, you don’t need to spend money on it.

Emphasis is on the real adventure story, not the circus experience he made up in the bar.

In his narrative, the energetic duo wandering the night sky of Gotham are heroic, brave, omnipotent, synonymous with justice and the scavenger of evil.

As it turns out, he's an overly good bat blower whenever he wants to.

Shows the essence of being a fan of Superman and Batman, although he himself insists that his idol is Superman.

Incidentally, there are four versions of this story, but Dick insists that only the first version is the most classic.

This resulted in a cold snort from the protagonist of the second edition.And Dick pretended not to hear the whole time.

It wasn't until Brucey arrived that he stopped his blah blah mouth and kept silent the whole time.

Brucey searched for some food to fill his stomach like sleepwalking, with a piece of bread in his mouth, and stumbled to the underground base like sleepwalking.

"I always thought your father would die suddenly." Brucey watched Bruce's swaying away figure, shook the spoon in the bowl, and complained, "He only slept for an hour in two days."

Sitting by the side, the beautiful Jason finally spoke: "If he doesn't control everything in his hands, then he will die of nervousness due to 'insufficient information'."

Bruce nodded approvingly.

Dick looked at Brucie curiously: "Speaking of Gotham Group, I heard Ah Fu mention that you started that interesting little game when you were a child, didn't you?"

He added: "Ah Fu said if we want to know we better ask you in person, he respects everyone's privacy."

This comes from the insistence of a butler with two copies of memory.

Jason also turned his head to look at her.

Brucey lowered her eyes and sipped the soup: "It's nothing strange, children will all aspire to be heroes, but only a small part of them are put into practice."

"It just so happens that Gotham needs this."

The young heroes nodded and continued to look at each other, they were really interested.Bruce didn't mess with this one. He really got involved in adventures after returning to Gotham. Not counting the tracking battle against the Court of Owls when he was a child, he found nothing.

"To put it simply, I originally planned to do it alone, but I just met another person by chance."

"Two children." Jason snorted, "Isn't GCPD ashamed of this?"

Dick was thoughtful: "A set meal for two, that sounds about the same as Bruce."

"No, it's different," Brussie corrected, emphatically, "I don't use child labor. I just happened to be younger than I am now."

"But the GCPD employs child labor." Jason added the knife, but then he sensibly shut up as Brucie glared at him.

Brussie withdrew her gaze in satisfaction, and continued: "We all have code names for ourselves and call each other by this, my name is Black (black), and he calls himself Red (red)."

Masks are the best protection.Protect yourself, protect your family, stay unknown.And the unknown has a mysterious deterrent power.

"No partner name?" Dick insisted. "Like Justice League? Vigorous Duo? Best Partner?"

"And the combination of our code names is the name of the team." Brucey said.

Jason suddenly said, he touched his chin: "Red and black, good meaning."

Just like Gotham, a city full of chaos and contradictions.

Jason felt that there must be a deep meaning hidden behind this title that could be excavated.

But Brussie didn't want to mention it, and only said: "Actually, not everything is binary?"

Jason raised his eyebrows.

Brussie: "It's just named after hair color."

Jason replied subconsciously: "The hair color is not the same for life, what if either of you dyes your hair?"

Brucey didn't answer.

Seriously, Jason didn't believe that.He took out an old yellowed photo from his pocket and handed it to Brucey.

"This should be yours, signed Red's name on the back."

He said succinctly: "I found it when I flipped through the book."

He found it by chance from the library, in an inconspicuous book, hidden in an ancient bookshelf full of books.

Dick peeped in with a biscuit in his mouth.

The photo is severely worn, and the outlines of the characters are blurred. It can be vaguely seen that it is a boy and a girl. They tilt their heads together and look very close.

The only noticeable patches of color are black and red blobs as hair, but they've also faded quite a bit.

"Is it my illusion?" Dick frowned, "I always feel that the person in this photo is staring at me."

The face that can't be seen clearly, coupled with the weird background, reveals a weirdness and gloomyness, which inexplicably makes people feel chills on the spine and chills in the heart.

It makes people feel uncomfortable.

Before Dick could take another look, Brucey put away the photos.

"This was taken by Reid ten years ago. As far as a self-made manual camera is concerned, this kind of photography technology is excellent."

But Dick always felt that something was wrong, and his suspicious eyes wandered between Jason and Brucey.

He felt as if something was hidden between the two of them.

"It's mine. Thank you, Little Wing." She paused for a second, then blinked, "I can call you that."

Dick put his arm on his brother's shoulders and answered for him with a smile: "Of course, the little wings are super cute."

Jason shot him a sideways look and knocked his arm off.

"Is he working as a vigilante now?"

"No, he left Gotham for further education, and we haven't seen each other in a long time," Brussie said, and she turned to Dick.

"I think you should speed up, my lovely Dicky Bird," Brucey said, looking at him lovingly. "Now the story-changing part is over, and it's time for you to work."

After finishing speaking, she took out a tissue and pursed her lips gracefully, then Shi Shiran got up.

Dick's shoulders slumped, and he took out a plan from the paper documents piled on the chair beside him and covered his face, and said weakly: "I hate this."

A pure breakfast should not be mixed with work impurities.

Jason stared at Brucey: "Are there clowns in Gotham?"

Bruce also asked this question.

Brucey turned her head, her expression as usual: "No."

"I see," he said.

Then the next moment Dick pulled out his sleeve: "Come on, little wing, these letters are going to jump off the page and beat my brain!"

Jason said in a lazy tone, "I can't help you fight."

He pointed to his bandaged arm, "Dude, I'm a wounded man."

"Our golden boy is omnipotent, don't let the old man down."

"I'm going to GCPD to apply for a job." Dick, who was forced to change his job, wiped his face in grief and indignation, "I want to apply for the task of leaving home to find Tibao."

Industry specializing in surgery!

Tim sneezed a little at Dick's nagging.

To be honest, he also felt that there should be a specialization in the art industry.For example, you shouldn't throw a tech-side hero into a magic-side roost.

When Arkham exploded|exploded, he was layering with Damian to search for hiding villains.

After the bang|bang, he opened his eyes, only to find himself lying in an empty tomb.

Behind him stands a broken tombstone with strange words engraved on it.It was a dilapidated and desolate cemetery, covered by wild grass half a person's height.The sky is abnormally dark, without a ray of moonlight, and the twisted dead trees stretch their teeth and dance their claws into a more intense black silhouette.

Very weird.

The uneasiness in Tim's heart grew stronger, and the danger alarm sounded crazily in his mind.

He got up on the ground, staggered and groped to go out, but met an unexpected person head-on.

——The famous demon hunter, John Constantine.

The other party is a member of the Dark Justice League. Red Robin met him a few times when he cooperated with Batman's mission, and they knew each other's identities.

"Konstantin, did you help transfer it?" Red Robin heaved a sigh of relief, and he hurriedly asked, "Where is Robin?"

"Who are you?" The unique British accent sounded.

The thin blond man showed surprise on his face. He took out a small lantern from the pocket of his iconic beige trench coat, and after a spell was finished, the flickering candle lighted up.

With the flickering weak candlelight, Red Robin could see clearly.

It was a much younger face.

Red Robin's heart sank.

He suspected that he had been drawn into the timeline, many years ago.

After several trials, the two sides reached a cooperation.

More precisely, after Red Robin's words: "I suspect that I have come to the past timeline."

Then Constantine changed his attitude and asked, "Who is Bruce Wayne to you?"

Unexpectedly, Constantine knew Bruce so well now, thought Red Robin, that he actually called Bruce Bruce.

"Future mentor." He answered truthfully, he needed to return to the original time as soon as possible.

Constantine was silent for a while: "I will take you back to Gotham."

"Follow me, kid, this is not a friendly place." He turned away, motioning for Red Robin to follow.

As he walked, the halo of the lantern wobbled.

"Konstantin, be careful." Red Robin held a long stick and looked around vigilantly.

They just fought off a pack of ghouls and gargoyles.

A pretty tough bunch of magical side monsters, pretty tricky for Red Robin.

Constantine stood in the magic circle with a cigarette in his mouth.Smoke emerged, rising in curls, making vague outlines.

Then the voice sounded: "Don't be too nervous, kid. Let me smoke the last one."

"Also, what are you doing so far away from me?"

Because it is necessary to guard against the Dafa of sacrificing teammates.

Zha Kang's name is like a thunderbolt.

This was the fifth day he met Constantine, and he understood the true meaning of the word "Zha Kang".

"Don't worry, I will bring you back to Gotham intact." Constantine threw away the cigarette butt and crushed it with the sole of his shoe.

"And you just need to do me a small favor." He pinched his fingers and gestured, "For you, it's just a little effort."

"Well, it's a good deal."

Having said that, Red Robin, who was indifferent throughout the whole process, immediately became vigilant, which could be called a blowout.

The other party said: "You should have discovered that this place is not a normal world, and people with a little less magic dare not enter."

And you are just a weak, pitiful and helpless tech-side hero.

Red Robin understood what he meant.

Red Robin thought gloomily, he was so impatient that he dared to make a deal with Constantine.

Zha Kang's mouth, a deceitful ghost, and even a demon who has been tricked can go around hell.

But Red Robin had to make a deal with him, and he had no choice.The one in front of him is the only living person in this strange area.

After another half a day, after passing through a gloomy and rocky valley, Constantine stopped and said in a low voice, "Here we are."

"Can you tell me exactly what to do now?" Red Robin took a deep breath.

He followed all the way inexplicably, and knocked on the side all the way, but the other party kept silent, saying that it was not the time yet.

Constantine took a step back and tapped on the stone tablet next to his hand.Red Robin looked at it suspiciously, but his eyes widened the moment he saw it clearly.

He muttered, "Arkham town."

Constantine walked over the stunned Red Robin, "I owe someone a favor, and I have to send a letter to Gotham."

"Who? Where is the letter?" Red Robin asked.

"Miskatonic University in the small town of Arkham."

There will be a university in this shitty place! ?

It should be Damian who is a fellow sufferer with Red Robin.

He was under house arrest in the Assassin's League, and all communication with the outside world was cut off, so he couldn't figure out the situation at all.

...If you have to compare, Tim is worse.

When Damian opened his eyes, he found himself lying beside the Lazarus Pool, and was besieged by the shadow warriors before he got up.The young master of the Assassin's League is familiar with the ways of these people, and he has defeated many of them.

Until a young man joins the fray.

The gun he was holding was knocked to the ground, and he was stabbed in the abdomen, which was bleeding.The man grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air.

Damian blushed and struggled desperately.

It was a young man with a dangerous aura all over him.

He has an indistinguishable face, brows and eyes are full of exotic styles, his facial features are gorgeous to the point of sharpness, and his green eyes are as captivating as the lake of Lazarus.But somehow it made Damian feel a little familiar.

While Damian was staring at him, Thalia was also watching him, or rather, his face was similar to Brussy's, with a bit of Thalia's imprint on it.

The domino mask was casually dropped on the ground by Thalia.

It's really interesting, this intruder is obviously quite familiar with the moves of the League of Assassins.

Thalia let go, throwing the child to the ground.

Damian, who regained his freedom, immediately jumped up and rushed up, but was subdued again in an instant, and was tightly tied up.

"Let go of me!" Damian yelled, staring up at Talia stubbornly, his green eyes burning like flames. "Who the hell are you?"

"What have you done to my mother?" he yelled angrily, "let me go if you can."

He discovered something was wrong when he was fighting, and none of the shadow warriors here was known to him.So is this man of great skill.

Could it be that on the day he returned to Gotham, the League of Assassins was in civil turmoil again?

"Your mother?" Thalia raised her eyebrows, squatted down and pinched Damian's face. "How did I not hear it being said?"

Damian's face darkened even more, he thought the other party was provoking.

"Talia Augur," he said angrily.

"Very well, tell me your name, and I will take you to meet her."

"Damian Wayne." Damian grimaced.

Thalia was taken aback for a moment, and then gave a playful smile: "Sure enough, it's a Wayne."

The face that faintly reveals the traces of two people is full of stubbornness and dissatisfaction.

But obviously, he acquiesced to Wayne's statement.

"This is really interesting." Thalia clapped her hands, with a smile on her lips.

"Now you have your wish, I am Thalia Ogu."

"And Gotham has only one beautiful lady, Bruce Wayne."

He watched the kid named Damian stare at him in shock, his eyes widening.

"My love, it looks like I've got a nice present," he said.

The author has something to say:

A little cute guessed it right before, and the world view combines Cthulhu elements.But in order to integrate into DC, a second design was made, so don't worry about the cute little ones who don't know Cthulhu.Chirp!

Tibao and Mr. Mi are not stocks, they are three belts and two gifts, and their scientific name is assists.

Tibao on the technology side in the mysterious old nest: I am so miserable.

Dickey, who was forced to change careers and was familiar with the company's business: I am also miserable QAQ.

Mr. Mi: Reshaping outlook on life.jpg

Today's script:

Father relies on son Guitalia: The boss's little wife ran with the ball, and then forced marriage with her cub.

Brucey snatches the cub angrily: That's my son!

Mr. Qiu Mi: ...MMP