Mrs Wayne

What is this? I stared at the letter sent to us with a dazed face. No, it can’t be said to be a letter sent to us. It’s more like a letter sent to Lex Luthor. Working with the mayor on the plan to build a new Gotham, I heard that they plan to build a new oasis on the east side of the city, and now the whole opportunity has been put on the agenda.

It seems that there are people in this city who don't want them to gain greater benefits. This is very Gotham. Even our Wayne family can only deter these shadows in the dark, but for trying to separate them from the new city A group with vested interests, Luthor doesn't seem to be popular, and of course he is better than us.

The husband next to me has not looked very good-looking since just now. He kept his eyes on the paper for a moment, then raised his head to look at James Gordon in front of him and said, "Oh, you heard this Court?"

He seemed to be carefully reviewing Mr. Gordon's reaction. The elderly man's eyes are still sharp, his gray hair and face full of grooves complement each other. The sheriff who has lived in Gotham for decades said to us, "No, I haven't heard that name."

"Never."

Bruce fell silent again, a formulaic smile on his face, "Me neither."

James Gordon took a deep breath when he heard this, "Anyway, if you have news about this or similar threats, please be sure to communicate with us in advance."

I quickly agreed, "Okay."

"But maybe it's just a prank." James Gordon continued, "After all, we found out that the guy who came to attack Luther was not someone from the court, but a former Luther's subordinate. Ser transformed into this form to take on Superman."

James Gordon said here and added a special sentence, "More than that, after Luthor felt that he was useless, he just threw him away, and he didn't even pay his salary. The poor guy became like this for Earn a penny for the family."

...Is it the pay brigade?

Hearing this, I immediately felt a little sad, maybe I was more emotional, "Is his family very poor?"

"Yes." James Gordon looked at me, under the wide-brimmed black hat, his expression was a little sympathetic at the moment, "He is an employee of Luthor's subordinate company, and he cannot be said to be poor. With a lot of savings, the child agreed to become Luthor's test subject after he was seriously ill and had nowhere to go."

Too bad!

When this guy hammered Luther, why didn't he beat him a few more times.

When I heard this, my heart was blocked, "Then what should I do now?"

"Perhaps the orphanage will help," said James Gordon, "but that has nothing to do with us."

That's true, but...

I sighed and leaned against Bruce's side, and James Gordon came back to his senses at this time, "By the way, where did the two Mr. Clark Kent brought?"

He might be suspicious of us, his eyes were full of caution, I coughed lightly, "Oh, Mr. Kent?"

"Of course he was..."

Before I could finish my sentence, Superman in a dark blue suit and black-rimmed glasses ran back like this. He showed a bright smile to James Gordon, and then said, "I heard you are calls me."

James Gordon looked at him for a moment, then said slowly, "Oh, indeed."

"Mr. Kent, I asked you to get the computer just now. You can see if Mr. Luthor is released later, you must go and interview him." I said blankly, "By the way, wait a minute. When he wakes up in the hospital bed, he must take a few more close-ups of him, and it must be high-definition."

"What Mr. Gordon said just now must be included as a preface." Then when everyone sees it, they will only think that this dog deserves it.

I looked at Clark's serious addition, "I still have to write about this guy's vengeance against Superman, so let's arrange a special issue for him and let Mr. Luthor do a cover."

Look how nice I am to him!

The headlines on the front page are guaranteed to bring the rhythm to the sky.

Clark Kent slightly bent his beautiful blue eyes, and looked at me with a smile on his face, but this is not enough, I will not let him go so easily, this bastard who is doing everything because of money .

So I pretended to be casual and asked Mr. James Gordon, "Speaking of which, although such a man has indeed committed a crime, I wonder if he will sue Mr. Luther?"

I made up my mind to make Luthor pay the price, James Gordon glanced at me, "If he wants, maybe the public lawyer will provide him with assistance."

Alright, when we get back, we will arrange for the chief lawyer of the Wayne family to greet Luther's family.

James Gordon chatted casually with us and Clark Kent later. He asked Clark some more questions, maybe because he felt that there was nothing wrong, and finally told us to pay more attention to safety and left.

Clark Kent was still standing there, looking at the slight sweat stains on the man's forehead, I couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Mr. Kent, are you all right?"

He glanced at my husband next to me, then at me, and smiled very gently, "It's nothing."

It may be that our act of saving him has changed his perception of us. I couldn't help confirming, "Is it really all right? If you don't want to interview Luthor."

Yes, what kind of kryptonite does Baobuqi have?

"I can arrange other people to interview him." Although I personally think that you should be happier to see his miserable situation.

Clark Kent put on an expression of indifference, he is still like a holy father shining with holy light, I feel very happy to take revenge on Luthor, but he doesn't feel the slightest bit at all, his expression is very calm and he stares at me slowly Said, "If that's what you think."

I was speechless for a moment, "Forget it, you should go and have a rest first."

"I'll give you a vacation today, and I'll arrange for other people to interview him."

Conscience boss.

Before leaving, Clark Kent took a special look at us. The young man showed us a very bright smile and said seriously, "Thank you."

Bruce nodded, and then I urged, "Go back and rest, you have to review the manuscript tomorrow."

Clark Kent: ...

He looked at me a little funny, and then he just left our sight like this. When I turned my head, I saw Bruce still had deep eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

"What's the matter with you, my dear, you've been out of your mind since just now? Did something happen?"

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Bruce Wayne was awakened instantly by the voice beside him. When he lowered his head, he could see his wife looking up at him with watery eyes. His heart was cut in two instantly. Half, half excited and half calm.

Owl Court, he chewed the name carefully, of course he knew the name.

This is a mysterious organization. It was the first case he investigated when he became a detective when he was young. He once suspected that the death of his parents was too coincidental and too bizarre, so he focused his attention on the court of owls. But after ten years of searching, he still found nothing. This court seems to be hidden in the dark, as if it never existed.

He got nothing.

He gave all his strength but got nothing, and now he dug up their exposed parts here, feeling the soft body beside him fall into his arms like this, Bruce reached out and hugged instinctively When he touched the other party, it was as if he wanted to deeply integrate the other party into his body. Accompanied by the familiar aroma, his head ached again.

If it was him before, he would be excited, even hyperactive, but now he felt the touch of that little rose, and suddenly became a little anxious and panicked. The little roses will wither under the claws.

He was even a little irritable, he was annoyed that his ability in this world had not yet reached its peak, and now his whole body seemed to be torn apart.

Bruce knew he shouldn't be like this, but he was far more irritable than ever before, he would be worried, he didn't want this rose to leave him for a second, he wanted to grasp all her movements, he wanted to protect her It's all right, even if it hurts her freedom.

It's also better than any damage to her, Bruce thought.

The little wife in his arms was still talking beside him, and his soft voice revealed a kind of clarity, "Bruce, should we let the foundation fund that poor guy's child?"

Bruce came back to his senses in an instant, only seeing his wife looking at him eagerly in the night, he came back to confirm, "Are you going to sponsor that guy's child?"

"Yes." The little wife nodded, raised her head and looked at him seriously and said, "Maybe he can't do anything, but if his child finds out, maybe he will follow the same path, even if it's just as much as possible." We can help one person as much as we can."

Bruce froze for a moment, then stretched out his hand to lift the broken hair around the other's ear, and said softly, "As you wish."

He even sighed a little. His wife was too soft and kind. She was almost the most beautiful woman he could meet in Gotham. She loved him more than anyone else and was so out of tune with the Gotham he was in. She Just like goodness itself, he has no doubt that those darkness will swallow her up as soon as they touch her.

That's why he became more and more anxious.

He made up his mind that from the day he became the Dark Knight, he would absolutely keep this secret until his death. He would bear the darkness of the entire Gotham alone, and he would deter the entire Gotham with fear, but he never thought that someone would become the Dark Knight. One's weakness becomes one's softest bone.

Just seeing her made Bruce's heart soften, and he wanted the best for her.

But he wanted to control her completely.

Feeling the steady breathing of the body under him, Bruce smiled and brought his wife back home. Just as he was coaxing her to go to bed early, the parents who were waiting for their return at home stood early in the corridor. Bruce saw them His eyes instantly became complicated, and he glanced over Thomas and Martha, both of whom had concerns written on their faces.

Yes, his parents, he also clearly knew that they cared about him.

Bruce stepped forward, he made up his mind to keep the whole thing under wraps, like many times before, he would use his own way to keep a low profile and protect them in the dark.

The darkness only needs to invade him alone, they belong to the light.

Until his little wife fell into his mother's arms and said aggrievedly, "Mom, do you know what happened to us today?"

The little wife filed a complaint in a second and explained the whole thing clearly, "It's a terrible thing, Dad, do you know about the owl court?"

Bruce saw his parents exchange glances for a split second, then they nodded and said something that left Bruce completely speechless.

"Honey, have you met the court of owls?"

Martha touched the other person's head, and she looked up at Bruce, "It's terrible, this organization is terrible, it's time to start a family meeting."

Bruce: ...he should be alone, lonely, in the shadows, silently, guarding his family, so that they don't know it at all, and stay away from the shadows happily.

Why would it turn into a family meeting! ?

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Bobo everyone!

Master: I think about how to protect my little rose and my home every day

His little Rose and his family: If you dare to mess with us, their heads will be smashed