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Bruce heard someone approaching behind him, and he knew it was Alfred.

"How is she?" He asked while applying medicine to his wound.

Grace was merciless in her attack today, enough to leave a lot of bruises on him.

"Miss Grace has finished washing, and I sent her some wound medicine."

Alfred put down a cup of coffee in front of the supercomputer.

"Master Bruce, you don't mind if I take one of your new shirts off and give it to Miss Grace as a change of clothes?"

When Bruce heard this, he couldn't help turning his head to look over.

"Master Dick is not here, and Master Jason's clothes are too small." Alfred explained calmly.

"...I see." Bruce replied after a moment of silence.

Alfred took the medicine application tool that Bruce handed over, and walked around behind his back.

He began to apply ointment to places Bruce couldn't touch himself.

"Master Bruce, may I ask why Miss Grace is so angry? What have you done?"

Alfred's tone was calm, but Bruce could hear some accusations from it as usual.

"No." He avoided such topics as usual.

"But your attitude towards Miss Grace is different, isn't it?" Alfred unceremoniously broke through his master's mind.

Bruce stood up, picked up his clothes and put them on, and walked to the supercomputer.

He didn't know how to answer.

Bruce knew that he couldn't face Grace with the attitude he had back then.

She is no longer a child.

She's not Dick, and she's not Jason.

He had to realize that Grace was a thinking adult like himself.

It's not the little girl who unconditionally carries out what he says and always depends on him.

He heard footsteps again, someone came down the Batcave.

It wasn't Jason, it was Grace.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Grace noticed that the atmosphere between Bruce and Alfred seemed a little strange.

She was wearing a loose white shirt that didn't fit well, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, exposing her forearms.

The lower body is a pair of black sweatpants, which are cropped pants for her.

That's what Alfred got from Jason's stock of sweatpants.

Although Jason complained about why his clothes were used, Alfred still took them.

The collocation of top and bottom seems a bit strange, but it doesn't matter to Grace who doesn't care about details.

"Miss Grace, would you like some hot drinks?" Alfred asked with a smile.

"Ah, is coffee okay?" Grace asked with a wink.

Alfred nodded in understanding, and left the Batcave.

"Sorry, I took your and Jason's new clothes." Grace spoke first.

Bruce shook his head and replied, "Those things have always been stocked, and if they are missing, add them."

Grace raised an eyebrow, not surprised by his words.

For Bruce Wayne, clothes are really as much as you want.

"You didn't come just to hit me, did you?" Bruce pursed his lips slightly, with a slightly teasing tone.

"Why?" Grace deliberately raised her voice, as if she was very dissatisfied and said, "Isn't it possible?"

"Grace..." Bruce looked at her helplessly, but there was a smile on his lips.

Grace also laughed. She leaned on the table, looked at the supercomputer that didn't display anything, and looked away again.

Her expression calmed down, she lowered her eyes and said softly: "What were you thinking at that time?"

Bruce knew when she was asking.

"That was the best thing to do at the time," he replied.

Grace stared at him and asked again, "Even if you know you might die?"

"Even though I know I'm going to die." Bruce looked her in the eye without looking away.

However, this time Grace turned her head away. She seemed to be trying to force herself not to get angry. After a long silence, she suddenly took a deep breath.

"Huh..." She clenched her fists, and then turned back to look at him, "You know I wanted to hit you again just now, right?"

"I wouldn't mind another practice session," Bruce replied.

This kind of calm, neither evasive nor evasive attitude made Grace almost feel angry.

"I hate it when you're like that," she said hoarsely.

"I know." Bruce said quietly.

"you!"

Grace gritted her teeth, wishing she could punch him again.

"There are other things, right?" Bruce said suddenly.

Grace froze for a moment, looking into his blue eyes, it was as reassuring as it was a long time ago.

She paused for a while, and said softly: "I used to think that I had become very powerful."

"And it turns out that I'm just an ordinary person."

In the face of such a disaster, there is almost nothing she can do.

This made Grace couldn't help but feel anxious.

"It made me feel like, I'm still the same as before, I can't protect anything."

She looked at her hand, as if all her strength had been removed, it slowly dropped down.

"Look at me, Grace." Bruce's tone suddenly became gentle.

This made Grace look up at him in great discomfort.

"You and Iron Man fought together to protect the evacuation of the people, and handed over the C4 bomb/bomb to Victor to close the portal." Bruce looked at her, "Is this what you said you can't do anything?"

"And I'm a normal guy too."

The power of human beings is always much stronger than human beings imagine.

Grace shook her head, and she said in a deep voice, "It's not like that, Bruce."

"Facing that kind of power, I am helpless," she said, "Who knows if someone like Darkseid will invade the earth one day?"

"Will we be able to resist then?"

"I don't think I can't do anything. But sometimes it's just not enough."

"That's what worries me."

Bruce didn't answer this. He sat in front of the supercomputer and suddenly raised his hand to open a file.

"Look at this."

Grace didn't understand why the topic was suddenly cut off, but she could only follow what Bruce said and look at what was displayed on the screen.

"...satellites?" But that looks much bigger than satellites.

"It's just a preliminary design," Bruce said. "Its official name is Watchtower."

"The same things that bother you bother me," he continued, "so I'm going to build watchtowers."

If Superman and Grace hadn't discovered the anomaly together, then Darkseid's invasion would probably have happened silently.

He sent infiltrators to first control the earth's inspection of the universe, so that the arrival of the first batch of demons would not be noticed by the earth people, and finally placed the mother box and opened the passage.

"We need an outpost set up in outer space that can detect invasions in advance." Bruce said in a deep voice.

"...that's the watchtower." Grace responded.

Bruce turned his head to look at her at this time, and said seriously: "We are indeed weak, and there are other solutions to things that surpass us."

"What... what did you think of?" Grace faintly felt something.

"I don't think Superman and they would mind building a team."

After going through this incident, they understood that Darkseid could not be defeated on their own, and the strength of the team far exceeded their imagination.

"Grace, the behind-the-scenes behind the live broadcaster are likely to come from outer space, are you going to give up on this?"

Bruce changed the subject suddenly, dropped a heavy blow, and immediately woke up Grace.

"Of course not." She clenched her fists with a firm expression.

As long as the truth cannot be found, she will continue to investigate.

"...I didn't expect you to be quite good at enlightening people."

Once Grace relaxes, she teases Bruce.

"Just tell the truth." Bruce pursed his lips and smiled at her.

Alfred didn't know when he was standing there, but at this moment, he stepped forward to hand Grace the coffee.

"Miss Grace, your coffee."

"Thank you, Alfred."

Holding the mug in both hands, Grace felt a touch of warmth.

"You'll be busy next time."

The Watchtower and the unestablished team, and Gotham.

Enough to keep Bruce busy.

"I'll be in New York," Grace said. "Come to me if you need help."

Bruce was a little surprised to hear this, she thought Grace would go back to Washington.

"Where do you think my weapons and guns came from?" Grace's eyes seemed to tell her to go back to Washington before condemning him.

"...The Machine." He said in a deep voice.

It only takes a little thought to see how this is going on.

Grace replied while drinking coffee: "This time it is a big help, and I have to help them too."

"It's a return gift."

"I see." Bruce nodded.

He looked up at the time and stood up.

"Going to watch the night."

"Ah, it's time," Grace responded.

"Are you going back to the hotel?" Bruce asked, "I asked Alfred to drive you."

"Ah! Oops..."

Grace suddenly remembered that she hadn't booked a hotel at all. She came too hastily, and her mind was full of other things, and the hotel matter had long been forgotten by her.

Bruce guessed from her expression that she had forgotten to book a hotel, and was about to open her a room at a hotel owned by the Wayne Group, but Alfred spoke first.

"Master Bruce, why don't you let Miss Grace stay, it's already late now." He suggested respectfully.

"Is it okay? Will it be a little disturbing." Grace hesitated.

"There are a lot of guest rooms at home, I can sort out one, it's not difficult." Alfred smiled at her.

"Um... Bruce?" Grace turned to him for his opinion.

And Bruce just couldn't say 'no'.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

about pants

Barrel: ... (Looking at the sweatpants worn by Grace as cropped pants)

Grace: (touching head) will grow taller

Barrel: (raged) Are you kidding, of course he will be taller than you! !

Later we all learned that the barrel became a two hundred pound barrel (x

As for why not Bruce's pants, because... they will fall off if you wear them (you