[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

one cat two cats

The morning light came in through the uncovered windows, softly outlining the delicate and intricate patterns of the curtains.

Brussie was nestled in the armchair, her eyes half-closed, and spots of light flickered and danced on her long curled eyelashes.

A few wisps of breeze slipped in, blowing away her hair, a book was spread out on the table, and the pages were blown and rattled.

An intact envelope was pressed against the corner of the book, and there was no sign of it being opened.

Brucey got up and closed the window, drew the heavy curtains, and closed the curtains without leaving any gaps, blocking the light from the window.

In the shadows, her expression was obscure.

A faint "meow" sound broke the silence, and Alfred the cat, who was squatting obediently by the table, jumped into Brucey's arms lightly.

The golden cat's eyes are extraordinarily shiny in the dark, and its fur is smooth, and its black fur completely blends into the darkness.

It snuggled into Brucey's arms, tilted its head and arched her, and licked the back of her hand intimately.

"Don't worry, Alfred." She gently stroked the back of the cat with her hand, "I'll take care of it."

The bookcase moved some distance away, and the hidden box hidden in the wall was exposed, and there were eight identical envelopes inside.

The same material, the same sender, the familiar letters.

Brucey picked up the letter on the table, twirled the sender's name with her fingertips, and put it in the secret box.

Then turn the silver ornaments on the third shelf to put everything back in place.

There was no need to open the envelope because there was nothing inside.

It is actually the magic pattern on the seal of the envelope that transmits the information, which means——

"No accident."

The darkness gave her a sense of security.

After everything returned to its original position, Brucey raised her arm and pressed down the lamp, and the lamp hanging from the ceiling snapped on.

But the light brought her hope back.

Brucey gently scratched the cat's chin with her fingers, and Alfred the cat let out a series of soft purrs.

"Tuk tuk tuk" came a knock on the door.

Brucey put the cat down, drew the curtains, and opened the door.

Jason was outside the door, and he glanced in casually past Brucey.

"I'm here to find Alfred," Jason said, "No, it's not Alfred, I mean Damian's cat."

"Xiao Hong is really annoying by Damian."

"He said he didn't want to be forced to fight again and that would require Alfred."

Sacrifice Fluffy, and the cubs will be quiet.

After Tim came back, he reported everything he had experienced like writing a research report.Before taking a breath, Bruce arranged a stack of documents.

Bruce has full confidence in him and believes that Tim can break out in the Wayne Group.

And Dick echoed repeatedly, as if he wasn't the one who scolded Bruce for being a black-hearted capitalist before.

Happily, Tibow's professional functions were not deserted by a particular adventure.

It's like when you took two months of summer vacation and gave birth for two months, but you can still regain your skills the day before school starts, and complete all the homework with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops.

Tim: ...not that it's worth being happy about.

"Come here, Alfred."

Brucey turned her head and waved to the black cat curled up on the corner of the table licking its paw.

Alfred the cat lightly jumped off the table, moved gracefully to Jason's feet, circled around him, rubbed his ankles, squatted and meowed at him.

Jason stared at Brucey, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he picked up the cat and left without saying a word.

But it didn't take long for Jason to come back.

"What's the matter, are you looking for Titus this time?"

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Titus was Damian's black Great Dane, the name he insisted on, the same as the dog that accompanied him.In a sense, Damian is cute.

"No." Jason denied directly.He pushed the door open and closed the door behind him.

Brucey seemed to have expected that he would come back, she didn't even close the door, only concealed it.

He cut to the chase: "Red is a clown."

Jason was [-]% sure of his conclusion.

"Oh," Brucey raised her eyelids and glanced at him, "didn't you already know?"

Jason had tested Brucey with the old yellowed photo, and Brucey had seen it then, but she hadn't said anything.

Until this time when delivering the letter, Jason, who couldn't help himself, came directly to Brucey.

He couldn't figure out what Brucey was thinking until now.

If it is a concealment, she never restricts the freedom of other people in Wayne Manor, acquiescing to their freedom to explore, allowing them to cross the border to try.

Jason spied a clue from the library.

But if it is frank and open, it is even more unreal. Except for special needs, such as major events related to world crises, she never talks about her past different from Bruce.

It seems that it is kept secret.

Strangely enough, Alfred didn't know much.

He had always found Brucey strange, full of contradictory feelings.

It's not Bruce's schizophrenic ambivalence that seems to be split personality, but the whole person is hidden under the fog.

Jason's forehead was covered with messy black shattered hair. His hair was a little long, slightly covering his exquisitely sharp eyebrows and eyes.

Jason connects the clues from cards, photos and letters.

The man with Red's code name became the Joker, and he somehow crossed the world and killed another Joker.

After a stalemate for a while, Jason was the first to hold back. He said with a bit of self-deprecation, "You won."

He was the first to say: "I found it from the handwriting."

Brucey still looked at him calmly: "Obviously."

His handwriting is very special, and each letter has a little special habit of writing, which is very easy to recognize.

"The clown killed the clown." He took a deep breath, and the ending was so soft that it could be blown away by the wind.

He lowered his head, took out a big trump card from his body, and handed it to Brucey.

"This is what he left behind." A big trump card taped up.

"His handwriting has always been like this?"

Brucey took it, turned it between her fingers, and stared at the writing on it: "No, maybe he just wanted you to find out."

Then go tell Brucey—

The clown killed the clown.

He's saying he's different from the Joker.

Looking at the torn cracks on the card, Brucey chuckled lightly: "Are you quite grumpy?"

"You just found out today?" Gotham's gangster snorted.

He was obviously a handsome young man in his late 20s, but he had a rebellious and rebellious demeanor.

Jason stared at her complicatedly for a while, then muttered, "Whatever you want."

"I haven't told anyone yet."

"You'd better settle this matter before I go back on my word."

Then Jason turned and walked away.

Brucey stayed in the room, she clutched the card and muttered in a low voice: "I hope so."

Perhaps one day, he would be able to tell Brucey himself——

Red killed the Joker.

*****

"Ha~"

Barry, who had just got up from the bed, stretched his waist. He yawned, and walked into the bathroom with his slippers on.

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Turning on the faucet, a trickle of water came out, the water was pitifully thin.I don't know if the old faucet is not working well, or the water company is in trouble again today.

He reached for the water and waited a while before splashing it on his face and scribbling it.Then remove the toothpaste from the shelf.

The toothbrush was stuffed into his mouth, fine white foam emerged from the corner of his mouth, and was rinsed off randomly.

"Wake up time should not be too fast."

"Staying in bed is the right of every citizen," he said vaguely, "and speedsters are no exception."

Speedsters and emergencies are more suitable.

As if agreeing with his words, the sound of glass breaking came from the bedroom.

Barry put down the towel in his hand, and moved to the bedroom in the blink of an eye.The victim, Mr Allen, stood in front of the poor broken window, staring dumbfounded at the trespasser.

It was a lovely brown Maine Coon cat, furiously puffed up, tail flicking behind.

Well, who would have the heart to demand compensation from such a lovely cat?

Barry quickly calculated in his mind, whether his monthly salary can pay for cat food, cat scratching posts, cat climbing frames...

Well, enough if Hal didn't ask him to borrow money.

It held something in its mouth, and Barry moved closer to observe it.

The next moment, the dazzling green light was shining, and the Maine Coon cat became a fluorescent green green light cat.

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At this moment, Barry could clearly see a green light ring in its mouth.

The Maine Coon manipulated the light ring to construct the short word "Hal" with green light in mid-air, then it spat out the ring, flicked the ring under its paw, and meowed at Barry.

Barry stared at the intruding cat in amazement, and after a while, he screamed excitedly like winning a lottery: "My God, this cat is smarter than Hal!"

The author has something to say:

I like Haji so much.Really, he is such a handsome and confident man (source of happiness).