[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

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It was dawn when the war ended.

Several superheroes in vests quickly changed their costumes and sneaked into the air-raid shelter as asylum seekers, pretending to be left behind in the chaos.

As for Iron Man, the great Tony Stark couldn't get away.Anyway, he didn't need to cover up his vest, so he was still diligently cleaning up the battlefield and rescuing the trapped people.

And the vest trio just happened to be together.

Brucey turned sideways into the deserted hallway.As soon as she got closer, Clark's begging words reached her ears: "Bruce, take off one!"

Next to him is the disheveled Baby Bruce, with soft and shaggy hair and a crooked tie hanging around his neck, lying lazily on the small stone steps.

Even though the three-piece suit was still covering his body, he looked like he was wearing nothing at all.

Superman, with his upper body exposed, hugged a bunch of shirt-like things bitterly, crouched on the ceiling and stared eagerly at Brucey.

Brucey raised her eyebrows subtly: "Friendly reminder, turn left at the hotel for 1000 meters. If you don't have the money to pay the bill, I can pay in advance."

"It's not what you think!" Clark quickly covered his chest with the clothes and let out a small scream.

The small town boy's face turned red into a tomato in an instant, and he stammered an explanation.

When he changed his uniform, he accidentally applied too much force, and the row of buttons on his shirt collapsed.As a result, when he came back, his mind was not clear, and he tore off the buttons of his suit, intending to stick them to his shirt with heat vision.

It turned out that the lump of rags in his hand that seemed to have fallen into the fireplace and was fished out was his masterpiece.

The tattered Superman uniform after the battle can no longer be seen, and it would be better not to wear it.

He wants to borrow a shirt from Bruce, anyway, he still has a suit vest and coat, go out and show his face or even

"Just put on your suit jacket?" Bruce said lazily. "Take it tighter with your arms. But if you don't join Jimmy and the others, he might call the police."

Before slipping away, Jimmy made an appointment with Clark to meet up after the battle.They needed an urgent feature on the Battle of New York, and it was too late.

Oh reporter.

After the last fight, I changed clothes to report the fight just now.

To make matters worse, he lost his briefcase, which also included his mobile phone and wallet... and he didn't know he was carrying it wrong in the confusion.

"But it looks like a pervert," Clarke complained, his blue eyes wide open.

The buttons of the suit were all gone, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath. If she covered her body empty, it would look more eye-catching if she pulled it with her hands.

"But it's more like it when you change your uniform."

Superman's cross-dressing movements are always simple and rude. First throw away the Kryptonian glasses, tear open the collar of the shirt with both hands, and then pull it to the sides like tearing off a mask, and the curly Kryptonian appears.

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Brucey nodded.

"Or don't wear it." Brucey suggested kindly, "For men, this doesn't seem to be a big problem."

Clark was troubled.Now that it’s autumn, and the mornings are chilly, no one in his right mind would choose to go topless, especially in front of a group of well-dressed fellow journalists despite their disheveled faces.

He may not have started to write related articles, but he will be written by his peers as a news hotspot in the social edition of the article-"A War Driven the Kind and Brave War Reporters Crazy".

...Although Clark Kent is just a small reporter in charge of the "Daily Planet" agricultural column.

He felt suffocated just thinking about it.The god of the world with a body of steel is still a cutie who has just graduated from university and stepped into the society for a year.He's not afraid of tough battles, but he doesn't think he can keep his cool in a social death scene.

Bruce said in a coaxing tone, "How do you know if you don't try?"

"This is not conducive to maintaining my personality." The small town boy was dying.

Discarding his rags in frustration, he researched how to wear a buttonless coat creatively.

Brucey whistled and put her hands in her pockets: "But you are in good shape."

Baby Brucey spoke sweetly, and he blinked: "Mine are not bad, either."

Clark... Clark held the clothes in his arms again.

The Kryptonians, who were besieged by double Brucey babies, were as innocent and weak as a poor little lamb.

In the end it was Bruce who solved the problem.She gets a suit and saves the Kryptonian boy like a hero.

The righteous side has successfully won, and it's time for the heroes to go home.

Brucey pretended to fold her arms, and leaned on Bruce's shoulder to pretend to be frightened, which was quite pitiful.

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The two boarded the private jet side by side.The helicopter took off from the roof and headed towards Gotham.

Green Lantern conceived dozens of ways to make his debut in front of Brucey, and later found that none of the ways could save the embarrassing situation of the Green Lantern ring suddenly running out of power.

After searching for half a circle, the Green Lantern who finally found Brucey rushed over excitedly, holding a rose made of green light in his arms.

But the Green Lantern ring, which had experienced a night of fierce fighting, couldn't resist at first, flickering frantically to issue an early warning, the Green Lantern flying in the sky was unstable, wobbled for a long time and fell, and could only land towards the ground.

The plane turned around and whizzed past him.

Brucey, who saw the other party's strange movements from the window: ... Could it be that his brain is broken?

Green Lantern watched the plane go away from him.

Garbage battery life is like a mobile phone popping up at the most critical time, "The battery is exhausted, and it will automatically shut down after 30 seconds."

Wayne Manor, underground base.

Brucey stood in front of the analysis instrument and disassembled the mechanical tentacles she brought back.She pinched the removed core and observed, it was a kind of dark green crystal covered with turbid impurities.Then put it into the energy tank for attribute analysis.

Dense data material appeared on the huge screen in front of him.

Next to the workbench on the other side is the remains of a mechanical monster, which has been restored to its original appearance. It looks like an octopus-like mechanical creature, driven by the core.

Batman just came out of the medical cabin, the torn arm was stitched up, the medicine was applied, and he grabbed the medical bandage to bind the wound.

After the battle, the bandages used to temporarily stop the bleeding were removed and scattered on the ground.Those white medical supplies have long been dyed crimson.

"The specific material cannot be analyzed and does not belong to any substance known on earth."

Brucey threw the analysis results at Batman, who was getting dressed.He caught it with one hand and quickly flipped through it on his lap.

"More comprehensive information is in the encrypted database."

Brussie rubbed the center of her eyebrows with her fingertips, took a sip of the hot black coffee in her hand, and put it down immediately.

"Oops, forgot to add sugar cubes."

With a bitter taste in her mouth, she took out a few pieces of sugar from the drawer, used the blade she carried as a teaspoon temporarily, and stirred them evenly.

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She took a sip with satisfaction, and turned her gaze to Batman, who was sitting upright.

Brussy asked: "It is said that the database connected to the Green Lantern ring is all-encompassing, can you find any knowledge?"

Bruce flicked through the action, he said: "The seller's usual method when describing the product."

The implication is that the name does not match the truth.

"As far as I know, in certain situations, the green light ring is not as useful as people think it is."

Batman is well-worded and convincing.

"So is the saying that Batman knows everything, great detective?" She propped her chin with her left hand, lowered her voice and mockingly imitated, "Because Iambatman."

"At least the moisture is relatively low." He chuckled.

Brucey laughed so that her shoulders trembled, her cobalt blue eyes were bright, as if starlight was pouring down.

"How's your injury?" Bruce's eyes drooped slightly, he deliberately didn't look at Brucey, "I saw you were hit."

This sentence hovered on the tip of his tongue all the way, but he never said it.

Brussie waved her hand, and dismissed the topic lightly: "It's not a big problem. I avoided a fatal injury at the critical moment, and only caused a scratch. I had already dealt with it at that time."

"Otherwise you think I will be able to hug you." Batman is not light.

Batman frowned, and he was about to say something when Brucey interrupted him.

"Could it be possible that I still lifted the clothes to show you?"

Batman shut his mouth.

The atmosphere returned to silence.

"Ah Fu, where are the cookies and brownies?" Brucey opened the communication screen.

"It's ready." The old butler in a bow tie and tuxedo appeared on the screen, "But the base below is not a good place to eat."

"One hopes that after superheroes kill hunger, they save sleep as well."

His kind and stern eyes made the two restless Wayne calm down and obeyed obediently.

Alfred came to the reception room with the tray.

The restaurant is still occupied by Jason, who wants to try a new variety of desserts.He'd been in it early in the morning and hadn't come out until now, reasonably suspecting he was running away from a demon bastard.

In view of the fierce fight yesterday, it perfectly promoted the brotherhood.

And Ah Fu is quite tolerant to Jason, the only one with culinary talent.Like in a stack of milk-flavored cookies, the only chocolate chip cookie always stands out.

He was going to go out in a while, but he handed over the kitchen to Jason with confidence.

Brucey nestled on the sofa and yawned lightly. She had to go to sleep later.After eating, the suppressed sleepiness swept up together.

Last night's battle consumed too much mental and physical strength. As soon as the tense nerves relaxed after entering a safe environment, I immediately didn't want to move a finger.

Baby Brucey on the opposite side was not much better than her. He had fallen asleep with his head tilted, with a fork in his mouth.

When he came out of the base, it seemed that as soon as he stepped into a warm room, a bag full of sugar cubes was poured into the cold Batman black coffee with the smell of gunpowder|smoke, and it turned into a sweet Brucey baby.

The sound of something heavy falling from the kitchen woke Brucey up.

After a brief truce last night, Damian and Jason fought again.

Jason recovered fast enough to have a 1v1 parkour match with Batman on the rooftops of Gotham.

He got rid of a heavy plaster cast not long ago.In fact, if it wasn't for Bruce's pressure, the first few days when he first came to Wayne Manor could be thrown away smoothly.

"Old man, go take care of it," Jason yelled from a distance, "The devil bastard lit the fire and blew up the kitchen!"

It was talking about Bruce, but it was actually suing Brucey.The attributes of her infrastructure madman have long been figured out.

"Oh, let go, don't bite me!"

The sound of soldiers and horses is mixed with the sound of crackling.

"Hiss" blinked blankly with Brucey who was awakened, and immediately regained clarity.He pressed his fingers on his temples to wake up his drowsy brain.

"I knew it," Brucey sighed gloomily, covering her eyes with her hands, "he would burn Wayne Manor one day."

"After all, he looks so much like you."

Bruce, who was about to say something, choked.He only burned Wayne Manor once, why didn't he let it go?

The two looked at each other, conveying information with their eyes.None of them wanted to move.And Alfred just went out.

Brucey: You go, your son.

Bruce: No.

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Bruce: ...

Brucey waved her hand: "Remember to close the door, I'm going to sleep."

Bruce stood up helplessly, pushed the door out: "Damian?"

After Brucey couldn't hear any sound at all, she opened her eyes, took off the bandage and checked the wound.

The bandages were brand new, not stained with a trace of blood.The skin wrapped underneath was smooth and fair, with no scars to be found, and then she put on a bandage again to disguise it.

Because Batman was right, she did get hit.

And at least four people saw it.

The author has something to say:

When brats are making trouble—

Bruce: you go

Bruce: you go

Brucey: Look at—

Bruce stood up helplessly.