I made my fortune 108 times by breaking up with Wayne

Misty turned her head reservedly, turned around and left with the dog in her arms.

"...Honey?" Bruce's body was stiffer than a stone formed by wind and sand.

Is it not sincere enough?Not a luxury car...a mansion?He seems to have a sea view house in Miami that has been vacant for a long time, and it is only 2300 million US dollars, which will not be too expensive, causing the girl to be murdered for money.

The girl turned her head and hummed: "Are you still here? If you don't show me the way, how do I know which direction the hotel you booked is located?"

Of course they didn't need to go to the hotel, Uncle Bruce's sports car was fine.

Misty's clothes rustled, and Bruce, who was driving, turned his head and saw her rubbing the dog's soft fur intimately, "Are you going to keep it?"

"No." Misty refused quickly, without hesitation, "In Gotham, I've had a hard life." Follow her, and it will become a burden.

"That……"

"If the pet rescue station in New York is not closed, send it to the rescue station." She said lightly, "If the rescue station is not open, then it is destined to be a stray dog. It is safer than going to Gotham with me."

This is what Bruce is familiar with, and the general indifference of the citizens of Gotham-they themselves are all precarious, so how can they have the energy to bear the weight of other lives.

Gouzi was lucky. After the battle, the rescue station was still open.Misty put the little yellow dog down, left enough dollars for him to eat dog food for half a year, and left in the car amidst the dog's reluctance to whimper.

On the way to the hotel, Misty seemed to have a whim: "Bruce, have you seen Batman?"

"Batman? You mean that dark one?" He leaned back on the seat, frowning in confusion, "Why should I meet him?"

"I was saved by him before, and I beg him to save you if he sees you." Misty bit her finger, "You don't like Batman? Aren't you his sponsor?"

"Dear Honey." He seemed to like this nickname suddenly, when the mellow voice spit out the words of Honey, it was so sweet, "You don't understand, that big bat is a monster, the mud that sneaks in the shadows .Abusing lynching, ignoring the law, you worship him? Adoring a violent criminal who sneaks up and shows up at night? Honey, don't you think his cat-eared transvestite is very perverted?"

Misty wasn't too happy: "He's a superhero, he saved a lot of people."

Bruce smiled contemptuously—at Batman, "No, he's a grandstanding buffoon…"

Misty turned on the phone and popped out the self-made data sheet: "Look, 182 Gotham citizens were killed this year."

Bruce paused, lowering his eyes: "Yes, 182 innocent citizens."

Misty: "Last year, it was 214."

Bruce: "..."

"Further forward, it's 231." Misty didn't know if it was considered as the character design of the bad girl, but she didn't want to hear that someone misunderstood Batman and Cat Earman... good! "Going forward, there will be more deaths. I have counted that after the appearance of Batman, the number of deaths in Gotham City has decreased year by year. He is a hero. He has made many children grow up and many families are safe. Bruce, He's a hero—he's the Dark Knight."

Misty curled her lips: "Batman is really miserable. People who misunderstand him and despise him, even if they encounter criminals at night, he still has to show up to protect him."

"Okay, ok, honey, I shouldn't, that's your beloved hero, I asked him to sign an autograph for you, take a photo? Or, do you want a life-sized Batman doll? I heard Star chasers like these, and I can ask the factory to produce Batman-like toys for you." The little prince didn't seem to take her words to heart, he just upheld a gentlemanly demeanor and didn't belittle her idol in front of girls.And, especially playboys, use other people's images to coax girlfriends.

"No way." Misty turned her head, "Batman wants to make himself the fear of the dark forces in Gotham, I can't help him, and I can't hold him back." After all, whose "fear" is being Make it into a life-sized doll, and anyone can hug, rub and kiss it.

Bruce moved his fingers slightly, but said nothing.Silence spread for a few seconds, Misty looked at Bruce, and unconsciously bit her finger again.

Shouldn't she be blocking her purse too much?

The girl's fingers were as tender as cream, which made her lips bright red. Pressing her lips was like pressing a rose.

Bruce raised his hand, pulled down the girl's hand, rubbed it lightly in his palm, and said lovingly, "Isn't it good to bite my hand? Your hand should be to touch the brightest diamond."

It was still the familiar Brucey baby style, but for some reason, Misty felt as if he was changing the subject clumsily, and even the natural playboy atmosphere around him faded a lot.

In Wayne Manor, the big grandfather clock pointed to nine o'clock in the evening, and the long dining tables in the hall still hadn't returned to their owners.

Jason - the second young master of this family, said in a low voice, "Ah Fu, you mean they... go to the hotel?"

The butler Alfred was so pleased that he wanted to call the young master back to replace Batman's night patrol, "Master's night out is finally no longer his special little hobby at night—Jason, do you like a younger brother or a younger sister? If it's a boy, it must be like Master Bruce, smart, brave, and handsome, but I don't want him to inherit his father's business. If it's a girl, it's even better, she will be the little princess of the Wayne family!"

"Eh?" Did you think of the gender of the child? "Me? I want a brother!"

Alfred was surprised: "Why? I thought most boys wanted younger sisters?"

"Girls are born with less physical strength than boys. In Gotham, boys are relatively easy to live." Jason Todd from Crime Lane picked up his black leather notebook, which recorded his training plan, " Ah Fu, I'm going to the training ground..."

The secret door in the lobby of Wayne's house was opened, and his adoptive father came out in the cold wind, his whole body was as cold as selling his feelings to the devil, but when he saw his face, the stone bloomed, "Jason, Good evening, do you have any of Ah Fu's cookies for me?" It was Batman who entered the door just now, and when he was face to face, he became Baby Bruce.

Jason looked at the grandfather clock subconsciously, and in his mind converted the time to return to Gotham by private helicopter, with a strange expression on his face: "So fast!"

Bruce was stunned, and after realizing what his adopted son said, he warned: "Jason."

Alfred brought out cookies and iced milk, "Master Jason, the one-night cooking in the novel is fake, the average time for a normal person is 10 minutes each time, master... counting the time, there are also 3 minutes, Thinking about how he usually does not pay attention to his body, he does all kinds of 'extreme sports', and he can last for 3 minutes... I am very pleased."

"3 minutes..." Jason looked at Bruce hesitantly, "I heard that the whole body of a deer is full of nourishment, and the blood of the deer is the most nourishing."

Alfred: "It's my negligence as a housekeeper. I immediately purchased live deer, airlifted them to Wayne Manor, and put them in the woods behind the manor for breeding."

The master twitched his lips, turned around and strode away: "I'm going to the Batcave. Jason, don't dawdle, we are going to start the night patrol, Batman needs Robin."

After the old and the young looked at each other, Jason shrugged: "Oh ~ middle-aged and elderly men who are angry from embarrassment."

The author has something to say:

The statistics of the death toll in the article are scenes from the comics.Every time I see unsuspecting little angels eating brainwashing bags, thinking that the master only plays the game of "catch me and run" with villains, and insisting on the principle of not killing for decades has not made Gotham better, I want to cry.

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The appearance of the Dark Knight really saved Gotham! [loud]

Sir, he is really good! [super loud]

He is a hero!