Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

Bruce stood up, looking annoyed: "Batman? Why Batman? What do you like about him? I told you, he is a psychopath who has no law, and he is no different from the patients he caught in Arkham different."

David's eyes widened, and he looked at him in disbelief: "Why do you think that way, making baseless comments is the most despicable behavior in the world."

His slender fingers tremblingly grasped the jewel around his neck, David lowered his head, bit his tender lower lip, leaving a faint mark on it.

He seemed to be cautiously holding back his words, only one or two words that sounded as low as bees rubbing their wings leaked from between his lips and tongue.

Pronunciation sounds like words like "I", "monster", "disgusting", "hated".

Bruce's heart tightened.

Hastily stretched out a hand to appease him.

It didn't occur to him that he obviously just wanted to distinguish Batman and Bruce Wayne in front of everyone.

But I didn't expect David to be so sensitive.

Yes.

With that horrible scar alone, he must have been speculated by many people.

What's more, this is not the first time. When David was very young, he was rejected by different people just because of his distinctive hair color and eye color...or even just because he looks sweet like a girl. Stay away from, disgusted.

His little white rabbit has been wronged too much, but he obviously did nothing wrong.

How many times has this little crying bag curled up in a corner and cried secretly?

As soon as he imagined such a scene, Bruce felt his heart throbbing with pain.

He suddenly remembered the white scarf from last night.

In Gotham, how many people are worried about whether Batman will catch a cold?

White and Batman don't scale at all.

Only this little fool.

He wanted to raise his hand to touch his cheek.

Tell him it's his fault and he shouldn't comment on anyone.

Praise the little fool of his family without any trace.

But David looked up abruptly before Bruce's fingers touched his cheek.

There was mist in his eyes, and he looked straight at Bruce: "Then what if I say that I am Batman? Would you say that too?"

"Little fool."

Bruce was taken aback: You are Batman, so what am I?

"What scapegoat did you blame him for?"

Bruce's fingers scratched the bridge of his nose gently: "Or are you in love with yourself? Huh? Little daffodil?"

He sighed, raised his hand and poked David's bulging cheek again: "No, I swear, that's the last time, okay?"

David snorted softly, turned his head to avoid his hand: "I am Batman!"

Bruce choked, and sighed helplessly in his heart: "Okay, you are Batman. But at least Batman has to wear clothes and eat, right?"

"...Then turn around."

"...Haven't I already seen it all?"

"! Why are you doing this!"

"Okay, I'll turn around."

Bruce was helpless, raised his hands and turned around: "You change it."

"Ah."

The sound of the fabric rustling accompanied his voice.

Lingxing circled around Bruce's feet, rumbling menacingly from time to time with his throat.

David's voice was a bit puzzled: "Lingxing?"

He stepped on the plush carpet, but his body shook uncontrollably, and then fell straight to the ground suddenly and without warning.

"David? David!"

Consciousness is pulled away in an instant.

...

David opened his eyes.

A cold feeling in the chest.

The red eyes looked calmly at Bruce with the stethoscope.

He didn't know what was going on.

Such a deep sense of fatigue wrapped around him, making him at a loss for what to do.

David guessed that his body could not withstand the corrosion of N metal too much after all. After all, N metal was as terrible a radioactive element to him as it was to ordinary people.

He should not wear it for a long time.

He struggled to get up from the bed, his bony fingers clenched the edge of the bed tightly.

"David..."

Bruce took his hand, looking at him worriedly.

"You..." He wanted to say something, but he hesitated, as if he didn't know how to speak.

Such a faint was indeed beyond David's expectation.

He gritted his teeth, feeling a sense of frustration that his plans had been completely disrupted.

For a while, he was silent and didn't speak.

After a while, he threw himself back on the bed in frustration, and wrapped the quilt around his head in despair.

"David..."

Bruce stroked his exposed hair, but his cobalt blue eyes did not explore but only cherished: "What's going on?"

He wants to share it all with him.

But I don't know why he suddenly fainted.

Under the stethoscope he didn't even have a heartbeat.

Bruce couldn't even hear his breathing.

Exactly as he said...

David is not even within the realm of humans.

David had no intention of telling "Bruce Wayne" about him now.

He's going to act like he doesn't know anything, as originally planned, pretending Bruce didn't get to know what happened from him.

He poked his head out of the quilt, looking at Bruce with crimson eyes: "Bruce...what do you like about me?"

This question has always had countless answers in Bruce's mind.

But at this moment, looking into his eyes, Bruce lost his words for a while.

What does he like about him?

He quickly recalled all the experiences they had together.

Even if they were good friends when they were young, it is undeniable that they only met for three days.

As an adult, isn't it ridiculous to fall in love with someone for three days?

They don't even know each other at all.

But it's weird.

The love for him seems to be engraved deep in the soul.

He seemed to be able to cite a series of examples, but as soon as those words came to his lips, he quickly forgot everything and was unable to utter a single word.

Finally his Adam's apple moved: "I just like you, everything, everything about you."

Then he saw disappointment clearly flashing through those red eyes.

...

The little rabbit ran away.

Taking advantage of the night, taking advantage of the heavy snow.

Bruce guessed that he was angry with himself, because his cat and luggage were all here, and even his bank card and ID card were thrown casually by the bedside.

Bruce... no, it should be Batman, driving the Batmobile anxiously looking for him.

Fortunately, it was easy to find him.

Just yesterday in the alley, a small group, huddled under the street lamp.

The snow on his white hair was less obvious, but a layer of snow had accumulated on his shoulders, and he looked like he had been sitting there for a long time.

He is waiting for me.

Such thoughts quickly flashed through Bruce's mind.

He reluctantly opened the car door, grabbed the white scarf that belonged to David and got out of the car.

The carrot poked the little rabbit's cheek: "Get up and eat, Mr. Rabbit."

"Snowman" moved, raised his head and shook off the large snowflakes on his head, his red eyes were shining, looking at the carrot doll in his hand.

Batman raised his hand to brush the snowflakes off his shoulders, and took the scarf to wrap him around.

David bit his lower lip lightly, and asked cautiously, "Why are you carrying such a thing?"

Bruce didn't speak, and he didn't understand why he bought this kind of thing, and even stocked up on the Batmobile.

He just pulled out the bat gel at his waist and drew a little bunny in the snow.

It's just that Batman's painting skills have always been unsatisfactory, and his paintings are more like a little "bald man".

Gel fried.The bomb quickly exploded on the snow, splashing a layer of snowflakes.

Snowflakes fell profusely and fell on the little bat lamp that Batman threw out at some point.

The snow flakes illuminated by the orange light look indescribably warm, like a beautiful crystal ball in a toy store.

David's eyes widened.

"Are you in a better mood?" Batman lowered his head and nodded his nose with his fingers, like a magic trick, a cup of hot milk was created with the hand behind him, and the standard of Starbucks was drawn on the cup.

"Are you a magician?"

David hugged the carrot and took the glass of milk.

He looked up and down Batman curiously, but he puffed up his cheeks almost immediately: "I'm not angry."

He glared at Bruce angrily, lowered his head suddenly, and opened his lips to bite Bruce's finger pointing at the tip of his nose.

Bruce nimbly dodged it, and flicked his forehead gently with a gloved finger: "Don't make trouble, drink it obediently."

David touched his forehead aggrievedly, but drank the hot milk bit by bit.

There was an obvious white circle on his lips, but he didn't realize it at all.He just stared at the snow field with hatred, and put on a look that he thought he was vicious but actually was fierce: "I don't want to like Bruce Wayne anymore."

"what happened?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows, glanced around, and simply sat beside David.

"He's so annoying."

David's hand protruded from the sleeve of the overly long sweater, grasping the snow on the ground and clenching it tightly.

"He cheated on my feelings."

puff.

Covered by goggles, Bruce couldn't help but bend the corners of his eyes.

"How did he deceive your feelings?"

The black-gloved fingers curled up and approached David's cheek, intending to wipe off the nipple ring on his lips.

Bruce didn't care about the milky white glue on the black carbon fiber gloves, but David licked them subconsciously.

He licks Bruce's finger, and the little red tongue rolls away the milkiness.

Then he suddenly realized what happened, stepped back quickly, and hit his head on the electric light with a "duang".

Bruce's eyes darkened, and he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

He raised his arm and helped David rub the bump on the back of his head.

The little white rabbit raised his head without the slightest surprise, and looked at him tearfully: "...so...it hurts..."

"It's weird if it doesn't hurt."

Bruce rubbed the back of his head all of a sudden: "It's so big, and it's so reckless all day long. Can't you make people worry less?"

"I didn't!"

David immediately raised his head to refute.

He obviously didn't remember the pain after knocking on it, so he raised his head suddenly and almost knocked the back of his head against the lamppost again.Fortunately, Bruce's hand was behind his head, so it didn't lead to another tragedy.

"I didn't make you worry about me...I...you don't have to worry, can't you?"

"I just want to worry, what can you do to me?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows, his tone unusually domineering.

just like…

Forgot he was Batman.

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