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Bruce looked at the two people standing at the door silently, and walked over.

"I think you want to talk." He said in a cold tone, and walked around the two of them and left the room.

Bruce looked at his back as he left, feeling extremely complicated now.

He looked down at Grace again, and saw confusion in her eyes, as well as the expression on her face that made him feel uncomfortable.

Bruce held onto Grace's shoulders to keep her from falling over.

"Grace, I..." He opened and closed his mouth, not knowing where to start.

"No, no," Grace wanted to push his hand away, but she had no strength, "you don't need to explain to me."

She didn't know why her tone sounded so resentful.

It's not like her.

"I mean, it's normal for you to have someone you like..." Grace said her eyes were a little sour, and she didn't know if it was because her illness affected her control.

"Even if you and I are husband and wife and have children in this world, it doesn't mean..."

"It doesn't mean you have to do the same."

As Grace spoke, Damian's previous excited questioning flashed through her mind, her tone trembling.

she……

Are you in love with him?

Before finding Bruce, she always felt that she was just looking for a benefactor who changed her life.

That gentle and tolerant young man who was burdened with something, she just wanted to see him become the person he wanted to be.

Of course she was more innocent when she was a child, but she never regretted trading her life for the boy's survival.

For her, Bruce was the light that came out of the darkness.

It was he who pulled her out of hunger and cold and told her how real people lived.

Before Bruce, she might have been just an object in the eyes of her biological father.

A useless item, but it can be sold for some money.

After being rescued by Ivan, she actually couldn't remember the past for a long time.

This situation lasted for about two or three years.

She dreams constantly.

I dreamed that my biological father was drunk and looked for alcohol everywhere in the house. I dreamed that he beat and kicked me to vent his anger. I dreamed of how he talked to traffickers and how much money she could sell.

But those are all fuzzy fragments, and there are not many memories left by her biological father.

She dreamed more about the teenager.

Dreaming about him all night long, the way he looked, the way he spoke, the way he moved, his blue eyes...

Gradually, those memories could be linked together, and she remembered them all in the last two years of wandering.

She began to look for traces of him.

After joining the Navy SEALs, she frequently took on missions to countries near China.

She longed for some news from him.

Ivan didn't like her putting too much emotion into this matter, so she pretended that she didn't care about it.

She behaved very calmly and normally, to deceive others, she had to deceive herself first.

So, when she saw Mr. Wayne, who was having a good time and drinking, on TV, the disappointment was not so serious for a while.

She told herself not to care so much, she was the only one who was always persistent.

The appearance of Batman is like breaking all her disguise.

The sense of joy was real, and she simply cared very much.

Bruce Wayne is still the one she has always yearned for.

She always thought that she cared so much about Bruce, that she would be anxious because he was hurt, that she would be angry because he disregarded her own safety, that she would feel sorry for making him worry... and all these emotions were because Bruce was her former benefactor and now her friend.

But now she is... jealous?

Grace didn't know if it was the right word to describe her feelings, because she had never been jealous of anyone else.

She knows it's no use being jealous, what's not yours will never be yours.

She also never fell in love with anyone.

Those feelings seemed superfluous to her, she didn't need them.

This also caused Grace to completely fall into chaos now.

She couldn't tell if she really fell in love with Bruce, or if it was something else.

"I'm sorry, Bruce," Grace held her forehead, feeling a little dizzy, "I think I might be a little weird."

Bruce was a little worried about her condition, she didn't look well.

"You have someone you like, I should be happy for you, right?"

"Is this how a friend should feel?" She asked eagerly.

Bruce was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes."

"Then why am I so uncomfortable?"

She smiled as if she was crying, with confusion and a little pain in her eyes.

She looked confused and looked like a child.

"You..." Bruce always knew how to coax people, but now he couldn't say a word.

"I'm still far from normal, right?" Grace's voice was hoarse.

"Please, Don't thatateme (please don't hate me)..."

She begged muffled, looking a little out of control.

Bruce couldn't take it anymore.

He hugged her into his arms, encircling her body with one hand, and stroking the top of her head with the other.

"No," he said softly, his fingertips trembling a little, "it's not like that."

"It's not your problem, you have nothing wrong with it."

"I will never hate you either."

Grace's body trembled slightly, she leaned on his shoulder and didn't speak.

"Because Iha/vefalleninlovewithyou (Because I'm in love with you)."

Bruce let go of Grace gently, looking down into her eyes.

Grace was a little dazed, and she began to wonder if she had a fever again.

There was a trace of tenderness in his eyes, and he said softly, "You heard me right."

"But..." Grace's eyes looked a little wet, and she was slow to respond to Bruce's words.

He raised his hand to caress her cheek and rubbed her eyes with his thumb, as if trying to comfort her not to shed tears.

"I'm the one who's jealous," Bruce didn't want to hide it anymore once he said it, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "The object is even myself in another world."

Grace stared at him blankly, and subconsciously asked, "Are you kidding me?" Her heart seemed to be beating a little faster.

"I'm not kidding."

If it weren't for the fact that she was still wearing a bat suit, Grace would have wondered if the person with such a gentle expression was Batman.

"When you...lost your breath in my arms," ​​Bruce was still terrified when he mentioned the incident, "I realized, I..."

"It's hard for me to accept this."

"Those things wouldn't have happened to you if it wasn't for me."

Bruce's voice sank, his attitude on the subject still unchanged.

"Grace, you should stay away from me." He said softly, his eyes determined.

Grace blinked slightly, and saw some unbearable pain in his gray-blue eyes.

"You really..." she sighed, "You've always been like this."

In fact, her head still hurt like hell, and her thoughts were almost burned.

But in this matter, Grace is very familiar with it.

"How old are you? Are you the same age as Jason? Mr. Wayne?" She said, "There are dangers everywhere, and the clown is a complete lunatic."

"Ascribe all the faults to yourself and torture yourself with pain. Would that make you feel better?"

"My enemies have already lined up, and your enemies have to line up if they want to kill me."

When she was in the Navy Seals, she might have offended everyone in the world who could be offended.

"But..." She suddenly changed the tone and said softly, "I'm sorry for making you go through that, it must be very hard..."

Grace just exchanged the two sides and thought about it, and both felt that it was extremely terrifying.

Bruce trembled slightly.

Why is this person still thinking about apologizing to him?

"You shouldn't be the one apologizing." He was.

"No, I promise to be more cautious next time, so you don't have to be distracted by me." Grace pursed her lips and smiled.

Her sickly appearance made her look a little obedient and flattering.

He couldn't help embracing her, this time with a harder force than before.

"Bruce," Grace said softly, leaning on his shoulder, "I'm not a breakable glass, and that kind of thing won't happen again."

"I can protect myself, and most importantly, can you take care of yourself more in the future."

She hugged her back cautiously with her hands.

"Compared to me, you are the one in danger."

She heard his heart beating faster than usual.

And she was just like him.

"Confess and refuse at the same time," Grace said in a muffled voice, "You have changed too much."

Her words sounded like she was complaining, and Bruce couldn't help pursing his lips and bending the corners of his mouth.

"Sorry," he said, "I..."

Grace cut him off.

"Bruce, I don't know what it's like to love someone," she said softly, "I never thought about these things."

"However, I think that it would be painful to lose you."

"It's so painful that I don't even want to think about it."

She took a deep breath and continued.

"...that pain may be the same as what you felt at that time."

"So please don't turn me down, okay?"

It's one thing to know, but quite another to hear Grace say it herself.

It never occurred to Bruce that she was as emotionally ignorant as a child, which made him feel a mysterious sense of guilt.

But maybe he wasn't much better off.

Bruce Wayne is an out-and-out playboy on the surface, but he doesn't actually take any relationships seriously.

Everything is a play on the spot, everything is to cover up.

He even used those to cover up his pain.

When it really came to this port, he didn't even know what to do.

He wants to protect her, but he doesn't want to pull her into his own world. What's more terrible is that he can't say the words to refuse now.

"Besides, you never taught me what it's like to be in love as a kid."

Grace said it out of the blue, leaving Bruce frozen in place.

She tiptoed slightly and moved closer to him, the tip of their noses were no longer apart, and he could clearly see those bright green eyes, as clear as emeralds.

"Don't you feel responsible for this?"

……Oh, God.

A certain string in Bruce's mind seemed to break suddenly, and the next behavior seemed to be out of his control, or maybe it was something he had long wanted to do.

He turned his head slightly and kissed Grace's lips.

The movements are gentle yet aggressive, cherishing and possessive.

Grace was bewildered by him, her pupils constricted, and she put her hands on his chest, not knowing what to do.

Bruce stopped her waist and pressed her closer, because she had a fever, and her temperature was scalding, but it felt more real.

They were exchanging breaths, as if they had melted together in an instant.

The kiss wasn't long, but Grace's breath was already a little unstable when the two separated.

Her otherwise pale lips were slightly congested, completely different from before.

"I admit that I seem to be responsible." Bruce took her question at this time and smiled lightly.

But in Grace's eyes, this is the triumphant smile of the winner.

She didn't have much strength, but she just grabbed his collar with both hands and pulled him over.

This time she kissed him herself, and Bruce was taken aback by her actions.

It's like a battle, you come and you go and you don't stop.

As the instigator of the battle, Grace is not good at it, and gradually loses the upper hand.

Finally, when Bruce was about to take full advantage again, someone who refused to admit defeat bit his lip.

He sighed softly, and the two separated.

"You really..." Bruce probably sensed her desire to win, and bent his mouth helplessly.

Grace was already running a fever, and the intense 'fight' left her limp.

"I, I'll go back and rest." She wanted to cover up her current predicament.

"Be honest," Bruce raised his hand and picked him up, "I'll take you back."

Grace originally wanted to struggle, but later found that it was basically useless, so she had to give up.

It was probably a good thing for Bruce that he didn't meet anyone else when he carried Grace back to the bedroom.

He put the person gently on the bed, staring at Grace to finish the medicine.

"Bruce." Grace turned to look at him.

"What I said was serious," she said softly, "You really shouldn't blame yourself, and don't worry too much about me."

"I know," he straightened her hair and kissed her forehead, "I know."

He repeated it twice, as if reminding himself.

"Sleep, I'm here." Bruce pulled her quilt up a little.

Grace closed her eyes lightly, and fell asleep after a while.

Bruce looked at her and smiled slightly, but there seemed to be something surging in his eyes.

His mood suddenly opened up, but he still didn't know if it was right.

Only one thing, he is very clear.

That is, he will never let them go to the same ending as this world.

*****

Grace's fever was mostly gone, and she had some mild dizziness in addition to normal muscle soreness.

But for her, this is basically no problem.

She sat on the bed and finished taking the anti-inflammatory medicine, and then she had to change her wound medicine.

But she didn't make a move.

Grace sat there blankly thinking about what happened last night, and couldn't help but raise her hand to cover half of her face.

God, what the hell was she talking about yesterday.

She absolutely burned out her mind yesterday.

How did she have the nerve to say those shameful words?

Grace thought it was like drunken babbling.

But it's a pity that she wasn't drunk, she just remembered what happened yesterday clearly.

Grace raised her hand to touch her cheek, but it was still hot, but unfortunately it wasn't because of a fever this time.

She understood now that she did have feelings for Bruce differently.

She also admitted that she is in a good mood now because they have established a relationship-even if someone was so conflicted and twisted yesterday.

She just thought she could have a better way of expressing it, instead of saying such nasty things when she was sick and her mind was a mess.

Grace rubbed her eyebrows and couldn't help sighing.

"What's the matter, Grace?" Barry suddenly appeared at the door, leaning against the door frame and winking at her.

Grace was taken aback by him, and quickly waved her hand and said, "It's okay, I'll come right away to change the medicine."

When she was so sick that she could barely move, everyone in the Justice League had basically resolved the matter.

Diana was confiscated by Wonder Woman, and she was pressed back to Amazon and imprisoned. This time, her former sisters will no longer tolerate her.

The Yellow Lantern Hal and the leader of the Yellow Lantern, Sinestro, were both sent to the Lantern Ring, and Hal escorted them to the location of the Green Lantern Corps in this world.

Cyborg was implanted with a virus by Batman and escorted to a special cell.

Flash seems decadent through it all, starting to wonder if he should have followed Superman in the first place.

He is also one of the best in the confession attitude. After being questioned by Superman, he voluntarily surrendered.

Although Shazam was still a child, he still followed Superman and did a lot of things he shouldn't do. Perhaps he simply lost his judgment because of his excessive worship of his idol.

He was first put on a silencer, and then put in a cell with his own characteristics.

There are also some former super criminals. They belonged to Superman because of his power and escaped the fate of being killed.

Now is also the time to take some pain.

And the culprit of everything...

——Superman was locked in the red sun cage.

That's where he'll be forever.

With the help of the Justice League, these tedious things have become simple and fast, without spending too much time.

"Don't worry, it's still early before the departure time!" Barry's tone was as lively as ever.

Grace smiled at him and replied, "Got it."

Barry stared at her for a while, then blinked and whispered, "You didn't tell the bat what I said, did you?"

"Really not." Grace looked at him dumbfounded.

"You know, bats are really angry... Um..." Barry seemed a little indescribable.

At this time, someone's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"I'm angry?"

Barry shuddered, and immediately flashed to another position, looking at Bruce with a little embarrassment.

"Um...it's nothing, I just came to see if Grace is okay, I'm leaving now, you guys talk."

In the blink of an eye, Barry was gone.

Grace looked up at Bruce, who frowned slightly, as if he was a little puzzled by Barry's inexplicable words and actions.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Bruce asked as he walked up to her.

Seeing his expression, Grace couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, and replied, "It's okay, just come and see if I'm alright."

Bruce reached up and touched her forehead to make sure she wasn't getting hot again.

"Didn't I measure the temperature in the morning? I'm not a child." Grace said helplessly.

Bruce said in a deep voice, "It's not like you've healed from your injury, you'll have to suffer if the heat comes up again."

Grace couldn't refute Bruce's accusation, but she found that after yesterday's incident, Bruce's attitude towards her was no longer as cautious and distant as usual.

It was as if the disguise had been taken off all of a sudden, and the whole person relaxed.

Grace raised her hand to grab his hand on her forehead and stood up.

"Your attitude towards me has changed." Grace didn't look down when she said this, but smiled.

There was a little smile on Bruce's face, and he replied, "You know why, don't you?"

He had made everything clear, and it seemed strange to maintain the previous distant yet intimate relationship.

"Yes, I know." Grace smiled softly.

"What's the matter with you coming to see me?" Grace didn't forget that Bruce came here by himself.

Bruce paused and said, "Batman asked if you want to see Superman. He will go to the Red Sun Cell with Superman later."

She was silent for a while, then finally shook her head.

"No," Grace replied, "though he's trying to kill me, there's a chance I shouldn't be there."

She wasn't the one Batman actually wanted to take to see Superman.

"...I'll tell him." Bruce replied with his eyes down.

He was indeed angry that his peer had wanted to keep Grace, but he also knew how much pain that person had in his heart.

Bruce knew that he was the truly lucky one.

The author has something to say: Together!together!

This is the most difficult emotional scene I have ever written. I was so stuck that I was about to faint in front of the computer...

It is also the first pair of male and female protagonists who have been together for more than 100 chapters (covering their faces and crying)

Generally speaking, coincidence and assists are the most important

Grace has a fever, the unrighteous master's assists are all help

Recycled the stalk that the master taught Grace about emotions a long time ago, this time it is love hehe