[Comprehensive British and American] Bat's Grammy Girlfriend

Alfred did not discover Sartre's disappearance until the next day.

He searched every corner of Wayne Manor, from the second floor to the first floor to the front and back gardens, even the roof.

Naturally, the manor's surveillance did not capture anything, and the Bat Cave remained as it was when they left last night.The old butler picked up a few tiny fluffs on the floor, and recognized under the light that they belonged to the black goat.

The crocodile floated comfortably under the waterfall, and Alfred held the wool and shook it in front of its eyes. Jon sneezed and swam outside in disgust.

"Oh, that's really strange." He found some dust on the floor again, which seemed to be spilled from the ceiling, but the ceiling of the Batcave worth [-] million will never break or crack for no reason.

Damian has been chasing after Sutter throughout breakfast, and Bruce casually says it's on your plate, which manages to get him to spit out the lamb roll that's been delivered to his mouth.

It ended with Dick promising to take him to re-buy a black goat for the weekend.

"Today is Thursday." Alfred reminded before his master went out, the subtext is self-evident.

"My memory isn't so bad." Bruce asked him to look at the bag in his hand, "I also brought a present."

Alfred felt that the size and weight of the "gift" was not right, but Bruce didn't give him a chance to take a closer look, closed the door and let the driver start the engine.

Lan Giboni drove Wayne's president to the group building, and Fox rejected his request to build a satellite space station for no reason, allowing him to convince the shareholders himself.Before getting out of the car, Bruce put on the sweet smile exclusive to Baby Bruce. When he opened the door, he keenly saw a sneaky figure flashing past in the front view mirror.In Gotham, there are no fewer people who want to kidnap Bruce Wayne than people who worship Superman in Metropolis. He paused when he got out of the car, stretched out his hand to tidy up the skirt, and opened the micro-communicator on it.

Bruce sat in the conference room at the last minute of ten o'clock, and the shareholders had long been familiar with his style.Fox announced the "satellite space station" plan with a bit of helplessness, and as expected, he received a bunch of negative votes.

"Although the Wayne Group has developed in the aviation field, the space station is not in our plan." A shareholder first said, and the one next to him soon continued: "And its cost--it's a bit too much It’s an exaggeration, building a base on the moon is nothing more than that.” He read it several times before making sure that he did not mistype the zero after the string of numbers.

"Actually, I do have—moon base plans."

Both of Fox's eyes were filled with the word "shut up", but Bruce was unmoved and continued to explain to them his plan to "conquer the universe": "The space station uses the most advanced alloy materials, and the air-raid shelter -Sturdy enough to withstand most attacks..."

"Let me interrupt," the original shareholder spoke again, and Fox swore that Bruce was definitely thinking about how to get the other party out of the shareholder meeting: "Why is the satellite space station facing an attack? Who would spend so much effort to fly tens of thousands of meters outer space?"

Bruce blinked his eyes twice, showing the idiot beauty smile he always used to fool people: "Of course my dear Batman told me."

The shareholders fell silent, remembering the fear of being dominated by the news that "Batman proposed to President Wayne", especially those related to the PR department.

"So," said the shareholder again, only this time it was much more difficult: "This space station was actually built for Batman?"

"That's right." Bruce's answer looked very much like a stupid king who didn't eat meat, but he was still immersed in it: "Who would refuse Batman's request?"

Fox, the only one present who knew who Batman was, lowered his head and buried himself behind the computer screen.

Combined with the breaking news some time ago, it seems that it is not particularly unacceptable to spend a lot of money to build a satellite space station for the Dark Knight.The shareholders discussed again—for a while, and finally Fox stood up and cited two, three, four, five and six benefits that the satellite space station can bring, and the meeting passed the plan.

"I'm going to New York for a few days of vacation." Bruce was the first to walk out of the meeting room, and turned around at the door: "I hope you have already selected the launch base for the space station before you come back."

At the entrance of the building, a familiar peep fell behind him, he pretended to look around casually, and met the detective sitting in the roadside coffee shop.

"Sherlock, Sherlock!" Watson covered his face with a hat, and desperately tugged at his friend's sleeve: "He saw us!"

Sherlock picked up the coffee slowly with the other hand: "I know, my coffee is going to be spilled."

Watson withdrew his hand and looked quietly towards the Wayne Building: "He's talking to the security guard—he won't drive us away, will he?"

"We're not in Wayne Group and Coffee." Sherlock didn't panic at all, the security guard at the gate of the building came with a card under the order of the president, and stood beside them.

Bruce got into the car and left. The security guard handed the card to the detective, his tone full of doubts: "Mr. Wayne invited the two of you to dinner this Sunday." He obviously didn't understand why his immediate boss invited them.

Sherlock put away President Wayne's business card and took the hat from Watson. Their goal for today has been achieved, that is, it would be even better if Mr. Wayne could help them pay for their coffee.

Kexila's letter asked Bruce to come in a bat suit, which was undoubtedly a kind of embarrassment.

When Bruce read the letter, he also thought about her IQ - suddenly it improved by leaps and bounds.

He arrived at this Manhattan bar several hours early and rolled up his cuffs at the door to reveal the expensive wrist watch on his wrist.With an expensive outfit, he easily met the owner of the bar and told him that he would pay for all the guests in the bar tonight, provided they wore superhero uniforms.

The bar quickly put out a big sign for tonight's free order, and when Bruce came back, it was already full of exaggerated cosplayers.

Probably because of the advantage in this field, the most people choose to play Iron Man, but their armor is full of cheap atmosphere at first glance.In fact, not only "Iron Man", but also other "superheroes", even Bruce bought a rough Batman uniform on purpose.

He spent money to buy a seat closest to the entrance of the bar, put the gift for Keshira aside, and quietly waited for Keshira to appear.

Keshila felt that the little octopuses in her stomach were growing too fast, and in just one month, her stomach already had a small curvature, so she had to buy a few loose clothes.

When the good neighbor downstairs saw her, he stared at her stomach hesitantly, as if wanting to persuade her that overeating was bad for her health.

Kexila went to look at her aquarium again, sighed at the price on it, and almost had the idea of ​​"brave into the aquarium in the middle of the night and steal the aquarium in the dark".

Poverty prompted her to finally decide to meet Bruce, and she planned to find a way to blackmail the Gotham rich man.

On the way to Manhattan, Kexila saw "Monica" in the advertisement and took it as the name of the identity.

The red-haired woman pushed open the door of the bar, and a "Batman" just bumped into her head, so scared that she almost blurted out "Bruce".

Gathering her mind, Kexila found that the "Batman" who was apologizing to her had green eyes, and the voice sounded like a young lady.

Looking inside the bar, you can see "Batman", "Iron Man" and "Superman" of various shapes everywhere, and the only one who is wearing normal clothes is not normal here.

Keshila quickly realized that this was Bruce's trick, damn Batman.

Angrily, she wanted to find an empty seat to sit down first, but found that the bar was full tonight, not to mention the chairs, even the tables were full of people.

Kexila became even more angry, the uneasy little octopus was still rumbling in its stomach, but at this moment she saw that there was a seat vacant by the gate.

She sat down with a sigh of relief, and then looked affectionately at a pair of familiar eyes.

Keshila's expression was stiff for a while, but she quickly realized that Bruce would not be able to recognize her now that she had changed her appearance, so she relaxed again, and smiled at the other party: "It seems that I will have something tonight." — a good night."

Bruce looked at her with a half-smile, which made Kexila's heart shudder.

Emboldened by himself, Kexila sat on the rectangular table with his hands up, and said ambiguously, "Would you like me to buy you a drink?"

Bruce was still half smiling, neither agreeing nor refusing.

In order to ease his embarrassment, Kexila gritted his teeth and reached out to hook his chin.

Bruce raised his head following the strength of her fingers, eyes as charming as moonstones—for a moment, there was only one person in them.

Xiaoxiao was seduced by the other party, Kexila, who was obviously sitting higher but was still at a disadvantage, wanted to win the round, so instead pinched the other party's jaw and kissed him.

She thought she would encounter resistance, but Bruce pulled her into his arms directly, the exclamation disappeared between his lips and teeth, and the two had a friendly and in-depth exchange.

Kexila was dizzy when they parted, and the whole person was dizzy, until Bruce called her name in her ear:

"Xila."