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Bruce walked into the bedroom with Grace in his arms, and he gently put her on the bed.

Her lips were pale and bloodless, but there was an abnormal blush on her cheeks, as if she had a fever.

He frowned at her, leaving Grace at a loss for what to say.

In fact, she herself thinks she is in pretty good shape.

"Lie down," Bruce pulled the quilt aside to cover her, "there are still enemies running around in Gotham, we have to deal with them."

"I'm really fine," Grace smiled at him, "This injury is nothing, and the fever will go away quickly."

She considers herself to be in good physical condition.

The sword wound was serious this time, but it was half healed. She had suffered more serious injuries when she was on a mission before, and she recovered quickly.

Many people say that her ability to heal wounds is much higher than ordinary people.

"And," she cuts off Bruce before he can speak, "doesn't you always do that too?"

Bruce's expression froze, and he was defeated at this point.

"Understand how I feel?" Grace raised her eyebrows, trying to divert the topic.

But Bruce didn't answer her words, and said in a deep voice, "You are the one who is hurt now."

"Before I left, I told you to protect yourself, and I will see you fall from the building when you come back." His tone was so cold that he was about to freeze.

"If I'm not there, you..." Bruce became more and more angry, and he could only shut up, for fear of scolding himself.

If he doesn't control his emotions well, Grace will see something.

Grace blinked her eyes, seeing his angry and worried look, she was a little happy for some reason.

It was as if an unexplained emotion was rolling faintly.

"Sorry to worry you," she said softly.

Bruce wondered if she had figured out how to control his emotions.

As soon as he heard her apologize or show weakness, he couldn't help but get angry.

"... Take a good rest." Bruce sighed in his heart, and ordered to stand up.

Grace huddled under the blanket, watched him get up, and said, "Be careful too."

"Yeah." Bruce nodded.

After saying that, he turned and left the bedroom.

*****

The raid by Superman's side was successful, taking Metropolis completely within a few hours.

The rest are just a few little people, not enough to mention.

All they need then is to do some mopping up work, and then Batman will do the job of helping ordinary people restore normalcy.

However, none of these things have anything to do with Grace.

Because she is paying the price for her behavior and her overconfidence.

In the hours after Batman and the others left, instead of getting better, Grace's fever worsened.

She just felt a little dizzy at first, even if her body temperature was high, it was nothing.

Then she noticed that the weakness in her limbs had worsened again, this time not because of the side effects of the super drug, but because of a fever.

Grace tried to get up halfway, but the feeling of top-heavy made her unable to even walk properly, and her whole body was shaking.

And because the whole body is out of strength, it looks like a seriously ill patient.

—Well, maybe she's just seriously ill.

Alfred believed that it was the inflammation caused by the trauma infection that made her have such a fever.

The equipment in the Batcave is not as good as before, and the medical equipment can't keep up. Grace's wound is serious, and it has not been treated properly.

Grace seldom had a fever. She felt hot and cold all over her body, as if she was sweating but also as if she was in the ice of winter.

Her brain is now burning like a paste, and her reactions are a little slow.

Grace swore she would never speak big words again.

Swearing in front of Bruce that he has no problem, this is the end.

Grace, who was so burned that she could hardly move, could only lie peacefully on the bed this time.

She vaguely heard the sound of someone walking in.

"Alfred...?" Grace opened her eyes, but saw no one in sight.

She could only try her best to turn her head, and saw the man standing in front of the table pouring water.

"Bruce?" He wasn't wearing a uniform...?

The man came over and pulled up a chair to sit by the bed.

"...Well, it's me." The man smiled softly at her, and raised his hand to feed her some water.

Grace stared at him calmly while drinking water, always feeling that something was wrong.

The man was too gentle, he pulled up Grace's quilt a little, and hung his hands beside Grace's cheeks, trembling slightly, which made people feel a little confused.

"...Bruce?" Grace did have a fever, but she wasn't stupid.

Bruce sensed the subtle change in her tone, knew she knew who he was.

He raised his hand to straighten Grace's messy hair, and smiled slightly.

Suddenly, a bat sign appeared from nowhere, cut the back of Bruce's hand, and finally nailed it to the wall.

Grace couldn't react, she didn't know what happened.

Bruce turned to look over to see his counterpart standing there dressed.

Neither of them spoke or moved, but Bruce knew exactly what his peer was saying.

—stay away from her.

Bruce stood up and said to Grace, "You have a good rest."

After speaking, he walked towards Bruce who was standing there, and they might have to talk next.

*****

The two were silent and did not speak, and entered another room, Bruce raised his hand and closed the door.

"You know what I'm going to say," Bruce said coldly.

Bruce looked at his counterpart and actually sneered.

"I think it's okay for me to care about Grace's body, she helped me." He said in a normal tone.

Bruce stared into his eyes and said in a deep voice, "She's not your wife."

"I don't think you can tell the difference."

"Is she your wife then?" Bruce asked suddenly.

Bruce tightened his throat and replied, "This is two times..."

"No no," Bruce shook his head, "What position do you stand to keep me away from her?"

He showed a contemptuous smile in vain, and even became a little unlike him.

"She is not anyone of you, and there is no difference between you and me in her eyes."

After these words, the two fell into silence again.

"You're in love with her, aren't you?" Bruce was the first to break the silence.

Bruce looked at him sharply and vetoed, "No."

"Then what are you nervous about?" Bruce took a step forward, approaching his peer, "Are you afraid that she will stay in this world?"

"I thought, if I begged her to stay and help, she would answer..."

Bruce rushed over suddenly, grabbing Bruce by the collar with both hands and throwing him against the wall.

"Shutup." He said in a deep voice.

Bruce was very calm, raised his hand to fight back and knocked Bruce back a few steps.

"What are you running away from?" He pressed on step by step, "Do you think your enemies won't target her?"

"No," Bruce said firmly, "because you've already been exposed."

Bruce stepped back, looking embarrassed.

"The clown has already looked for her, hasn't he?"

"I'm you," Bruce stood still, "I know everything that's on your mind."

"Similarly, you also understand my thoughts."

He looked a little aggressive at this moment.

"I know what I'm doing, I don't need you to remind me."

There was something resolute in Bruce's expression.

"I will never let things develop to the point where you are." He didn't know whether this sentence was intentional or intentional.

This irritated Bruce somewhat, and he raised his hand and punched Bruce.

"You think I want to be like this?!"

This punch seemed to break a certain boundary, and the two finally fought together.

"Do you think staying away from her is protecting her?"

"Yes."

"Your enemies don't think so."

"You don't have to worry about that!"

They fought almost mercilessly, punching to the flesh.

Bruce caught the peer's fist, pulled hard towards himself, and swung his other hand towards Bruce's face.

Knowing his punching motion, Bruce grabs his wrist as well.

The two were in a stalemate immediately, and both sides exerted force, and finally let go at the same time.

They all took a few steps back, panting slightly and looking at each other.

"You lied," Bruce said.

"What?" Bruce stared at him.

"You did fall in love with her." Bruce twitched the corners of his mouth, which seemed to be a smile.

Bruce paused for a moment, then finally replied, "Yes, but so what."

Bruce stood up straight, lifted his attacking stance, and raised his chin to Bruce, signaling him to turn his head.

Bruce was taken aback for a moment, turned his head and looked over, and Grace was actually standing there holding on to the door frame.

"You..." He was speechless for a while.

Shouldn't she be in bed?

Grace figured she must have been so delusional that she was not only hallucinating but also hearing voices.

After Bruce and the two left the room, she reacted for a while before she felt that something was wrong.

Why did Bruce throw the Batmark at Bruce and even hurt him?

She knew that Bruce was always inexplicably wary of Bruce, and she was worried that the two would quarrel.

Grace could only call Alfred feebly for a while, hoping that the old butler could go over and have a look.

But unexpectedly, no one responded to her.

In desperation, she could only get up from the bed.

Still top-heavy, she felt like she was going to fall after taking a few steps.

She could only move against the wall, but she didn't expect to hear the sound of fighting suddenly.

Grace's heart tightened, and she followed the voice to find it.

She just overheard conversations that made her think she must be insane.

"Bruce, when did you have someone you like?" Grace asked in a joking tone, but she didn't know that her voice was a little unstable.

When she said this, she didn't know why her heart felt bitter, and she seemed to have some tightness in her chest.

So sad.

It was worse than the pain that the fever brought her.

Grace grabbed the clothes on her chest with one hand.

"No, I..." Bruce walked quickly to her side, not knowing how to explain.

Grace tried her best to raise her head and smiled at him against her drowsy head.

"It's normal, you don't need to be nervous..." She wanted to keep her smile longer, but the corners of her mouth still collapsed.

"Sorry, I... I don't know..."

She felt a little bad.

It was as if someone had snatched her favorite lollipop.

The author has something to say: the short story behind the text 8:

"Why did you remind that Master Bruce?" Alfred asked softly.

Bruce didn't answer his butler's question.

But he knew in his heart that this was to give himself a reason.

A reason to restrain yourself from being as unscrupulous as Superman.

Your assist has arrived√

It's what you're expecting a bat fight scene (hey

Off-topic, let’s talk about Bat Magazine 50, I really fainted

After more than a dozen weddings were planned, Catwoman suddenly changed her mind, and the master actually cried!He actually cried!Who are you!

Master, you died without crying for so many sons (no), but you cried without getting married! !Wake up!

I'm really going to laugh at the Bat Magazine written by Tom Wang

I beg DC to treat their pillars really better, and the sales volume can't be so tossing.