Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

It was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon when Bruce parked his Mercedes-AMG sports car at the Gotham airport.

He didn't get out of the car, didn't open the window, just adjusted the seat back and sat quietly.

He and Bullock hadn't seen each other for close to 12 years.Bullock has been missing since the night he shot Match Malone, and Selena has been looking for him around the clock for a month.

A month later, Selena stopped her frantic search, squatted next to a foul-smelling sewer on the side of Gotham Street, hung her head and cried.

Bruce looked at her, momentarily bewildered.

"Selena..."

Bruce stepped forward, wanted to hug her shoulders but was slammed away, the female Alpha who already had the appearance of an adult rudely wiped away her tears, and left without looking back, leaving only one sentence: Let Bruce remember today's words.

"I know that people like us are cheap, I have always known it."

Bruce didn't go, followed closely behind Selena, he saw her run all the way home, chased the Alpha away from Maria's bed, and yelled at Maria, telling her that Brock couldn't be found, he couldn't Know which little corner of Gotham City died.

Maria's complexion was pale, only the heavy makeup on her face was still showing her teeth and claws. Her eyes were venomous, but the poisonous sting on her mouth pierced lightly.

"That little bastard shouldn't have been born in the first place. If it weren't for a pregnant woman who kept coming to my place when I was pregnant with him, and paid generously, do you think he could crawl out of my stomach?"

She smiled, the corners of her eyes and brows could vaguely smell the sweetness and beauty of the past, but that beauty was like spoiled butter, giving off an unpleasant sour smell.

Selena was pinned in place by her own mother's words, as if tied to the execution rack, she opened her mouth, unable to even speak.

Bruce outside the door finally couldn't bear it anymore, he haphazardly hailed a taxi on the side of the road, and returned to Wayne Manor.

The next day he packed his bags and left Gotham.

When he came back again, he became Batman.

Bruce felt that Gotham was a dying city, and people like Selena and Bullock made up its limbs eroded and swallowed by cancer cells. They lived like mosquitoes, reproduced in a muddle, and died in a mess*.

And Bruce is determined to change Gotham.

......

People's subjective impressions are always fresh and have a brainwashing influence.

Bruce glanced around the people pulling suitcases, and saw a fair-skinned, eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy with short black curly hair. He had a pair of light brown eyes and was standing at the exit of the airport looking around, pursing his eyes slightly. The way his lips are pursed looks innocent and somewhat gloomy.

Intuition tells Bruce that this person is Brock - he looks exactly the same as when he was a child.

During the years when he left Gotham to travel the world, Alfred had been maintaining the connection between Selena and Bullock. It was not until Bruce returned to Gotham a few years ago that the two had several conversations intermittently, or through e-mail.

So, Bullock, who had just got off the plane, was carrying his thin backpack, and watched Bruce's face that had appeared countless times in newspapers and magazines - flashing past him.

Bullock also witnessed that handsome face change from expressionless to a friendly and polite smile.

Bruce walked over to shake the black-haired boy's hand, and he didn't see any strangeness at all. He was wearing a three-piece suit, with metal cufflinks gleaming in the sun, and a section of crocodile leather strap was exposed under the cuff, which can be described as 360-degree without dead ends Sophisticated and extravagant.

Brock looked a little toothache.

The young man was suddenly approached by a well-known domineering president, and he was stunned for a moment. He waved his hand quickly and said blushingly, "No, no, no, you misidentified the person. I'm not Brock Rumlow..."

The all-pervasive Gotham reporter came out of nowhere and frantically pressed the shutter on the two of them.

Bullock walked over, patted Bruce on the shoulder, and squeezed it.

"Hey guy!"

Being touched suddenly from behind, Bruce's shoulders stiffened slightly, then he relaxed his limbs and turned his head with a look of surprise.

I saw a man with the same black hair and brown eyes standing in front of him, of medium height, with a freshly lit fish/thunder cigar in his hand, the zipper of the leather jacket was half unzipped, matching his sunglasses and short boots , creating a tough guy image that seems exaggerated but fits his temperament very well.

It's just that it's very at odds with the aura of the domineering president, it's the opposite.

Bruce is worthy of being a senior rich man who has been in countless vanity fairs. The expression on his face has not changed, maintaining the kind of smile that was described as "sweet" by the Gotham newspaper. and go.

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, Bruce asked with concern, "Is there a place to live? How about living in Wayne Manor for a while?"

In line with the purpose of taking advantage and not taking advantage of the bastard, Brock said thank you straightforwardly.

"Selena will be very happy to see you. I have notified her. She is in Paris now and will be back tomorrow morning." Bruce turned a corner and sped the car up a hundred miles outside the airport.

Brock was still holding the cigar that took nearly an hour to smoke. Hearing this, he turned his head curiously, looked at Bruce carefully from top to bottom, and gave a definition: "You and when you were young Not the same."

Bruce showed a smile that made Bullock's teeth hurt even more: "Don't you too?"

Bullock took off his coat to reveal the hideous skull tattoo on his arm. He said bluntly: "When I just slapped you on the shoulder, you didn't behave like a rich young man."

Bruce pretended to be confused with understanding, he frowned, the black hair hanging on his forehead was smooth and soft, his ice blue eyes were as clear as the lake that Brock once saw in Switzerland.

"What do you mean, I don't quite understand it." Bruce Wayne, who was ignorant and ignorant, said.

Brock, who has worked hard in muscle training, knows that the muscles that Bruce swelled under his palm just now are not ostentatious, and the solid sense of strength and explosiveness are not far behind him.

Bullock took a puff on his cigar and shook his head: "It's okay, leave me alone, I'm talking nonsense."

Who doesn't have a secret yet?

And once some secrets are revealed, the price to pay may be all of your own wealth.

After 10 minutes, the Mercedes-Benz AMG finally drove into the streets of the city, and was sandwiched between colorful cars without embarrassment.

The weather in Gotham City is as gloomy as ever, it seems that there will never be a sunny day, and the scattered drizzle is very suitable for it to fall, soaking the rough asphalt road.

Compared with when Bullock left, Gotham has many more towering high-rise buildings, but the whole city still has a familiar, old metal smell.

The two of them chatted one after another, and Bullock keenly captured a fact that surprised him a little.

Penguin, Oswald Copopat, running for mayor of Gotham.His promotional slogans are placed on the street every few hundred meters, and his promotional speech is being played on the giant LED screen in front of him.

He claims to be a full-fledged activist and reformist, and his campaign slogan is "Make Gotham Safe Again" to make Gotham safe again.

"Tsk," Bullock sighed, "he's quite a dog, do you think he can succeed like this?"

A trace of deep worry flashed across Bruce's eyes, and he still pretended to be indifferent on the surface: "Last week's polls showed that his support rate is ahead of other candidates. At least 40.00% of Gotham citizens believe that Penguin can represent them."

Brock shrugged: "Gotham is more screwed than when I left."

As soon as the voice fell, a flame shot up into the sky, and the sound of explosion/explosion rang through the eardrums—it was the scream of the people of Gotham, which Brock was more familiar with.

The Iceberg nightclub run by Penguin, the would-be mayor who is going to make Gotham "safe again", is bombed.

It's a real laugh-out-loud joke, even to the usual Gotham citizens.

"I have been to so many places, but I still like Gotham the most." Bullock said with emotion, "If I hadn't found a job elsewhere, I would definitely stay here."

Bruce didn't listen to what Bullock was saying. He stared at the smoky nightclub with an ominous premonition in his heart. He felt that the Penguin's campaign would never be as smooth as he boasted, and today's explosion/ Frying is just an omen.

Bruce's heart broke into several pieces, while he was busy hiding his secret identity under Brock's bright eyes, while observing the follow-up development of the Penguin Iceberg nightclub bombing/bombing incident, he still didn't forget to ask Alfred to order the party company to make arrangements his dinner party.

Fortunately, Bullock was deeply attracted by the cookies made by Ah Fu, and he didn't show much interest in the dinner party where he gathered supermodels, which saved Bruce some snacks.

Brock slept in the guest room that Ah Fu had packed up for a night, for a full eight hours.

And Bruce first showed his face at the dinner party with his arms around two long-legged and thin-waisted supermodels, and then sneaked back to the Batcave to put on his armor and start night patrol.

After smashing the ribs of a few street thugs, solving three street robberies, and disrupting a drug deal, he's back to tracking Gotham's black market and suspicious money flows online.

I was so busy that my head was smoking.

At four o'clock in the morning, under Alfred's loving and dissatisfied eyes, he climbed into bed and slept for two hours. After getting up at six o'clock, Bruce made himself a cup of coffee, took a shower, and used concealer to cover up the dark spots under his eyes. dark circles.

Selena came back from Paris just in time.

Just in time for Bullock to catch the morning news from the Gotham Daily at the breakfast table.

"shock!After Bruce Wayne hugged left and right at the airport, he battled two new stars in the show at night! "

——The picture below is a photo of Bruce and Bullock at the airport. Bruce is holding the hand of the beautiful black-haired boy, while Bullock is patting him on the shoulder with a half-smile. The three of them are in harmony.

Kind of like that.

On the foreign section on the back of the newspaper, the news that "a famous painting was stolen from a museum in Paris, and the loss is roughly estimated at 3000 million US dollars" only occupied a small corner.