[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Mayor Simulator

When the car carrying Oracle, Robin, Nightwing, and Vivi drove into the fog, the fog cleared, and a manor appeared before their eyes.

Oracle is a beautiful big redhead who just has to use a wheelchair.

She introduces herself as "Barbara Gordon" and if she doesn't, Vivi calls her Oracle, no difference.

To Vivi's surprise, they didn't see Bruce——

Ye Yi looked more surprised than she was, or rather, Ye Yi's expression was tense, and even his muscles tensed up.

"Maybe he's still sleeping?" Weiwei guessed.

"There is no one in the guest room," Robin said, "Is there surveillance in the room?"

What kind of monitoring is installed in your own manor?

However, when Weiwei opened the map, she didn't find Bruce. He left?

"It's not good," Weiwei said, "The agreement between me and Bruce has not been completed. If he unilaterally breaks the agreement, it may cause bad consequences."

Ye Yi thought of something, and his expression was shocked: "Promise?"

Weiwei: "You don't think I use love to let Catwoman be my teacher, do you?"

Ye Yi: Got it, you are using a contract.

He thought of the daily box of gold coins, and felt that the gold coins became hotter.

Weiwei left the guests and ran towards the study by herself. On the map, the existence of the yellow rose was very conspicuous. She pushed open the door of the study, and Ye Yi and Robin also chased after her.

As for the oracle, she pushed the wheelchair and walked in the corridor, glanced at the interior decoration, and frowned slightly: "Is the wardrobe here...a bit too much?"

Weiwei held up the vase.

The bright yellow rosebuds gathered and opened a tiny slit at her touch—

Huaxin is sleeping with a comatose villain, smaller than a finger, his facial features can only be seen clearly when he gets close, and the stamens are wrapped around his body, or in other words, shackling his limbs, this rose The scent of the flower seems to have a stupor-like effect, making the little things it traps drowsy.

After the buds opened and the cold wind blew, the flower-hearted little guy opened his eyes in a daze.

"Vivi," Ye Yi walked in, "what did you find? Did you find Bruce?"

Weiwei: "..." She showed him the rose without a word.

In 10 minutes, four people and one rose gathered on the sofa in the living room.

"So," Vivi whispered, "Batman sneaked into Blackgate Prison disguised as Bruce, and I took him away on bail?"

She wondered: "Why didn't you say it at the beginning?"

Barbara glanced at her companion: "Perhaps boys always think too much? People are more willing to believe the truth that they have investigated, rather than what other people say lightly - even if the evidence shows that she is right .”

Uh... Weiwei held her face guiltily: If Batman came directly to ask "What is Warden Bedivan secretly planning", Weiwei thought about it, she probably wouldn't say it, because according to her own understanding, They don't mind prisons sending prisoners to do coolies, but they do mind using "drug control" methods.

The vigilantes always have all kinds of weird persistence——

Because there is only one word difference between drug control and mind control, once this is started, it is likely to develop in a less beautiful direction, that is to say, Betty Wen broke through a certain limit and began not to treat people as people.

But Weiwei didn't treat the prisoner as a human being!She sat up straight again confidently.

"So, I'm very sorry," Barbara said. "Our plan was to tell you about this today. In fact, Batman has been around, and I think he can't refuse in his amnesia..."

"It seems that he is not in a state of amnesia now," Weiwei poked the bud, which was half-opened, "he was automatically recognized by the guards of the manor."

Batman in the flower bud seemed to be still in a half-dream and half-awake state. He tried to raise his hand, and then put it back. The flower stamen wrapped around his waist is probably the most difficult prop in the world to break through, because it trapped Batman— — even such a small one.

Barbara and Vivi stared at the pistil head to head, and Barbara whispered, "Vivi, can you release him?"

"There seems to be no way," Weiwei couldn't find the release option on the panel, "but the flower will wither in five days, and Bruce should be able to come out by then."

"But before that, Bruce will starve and pass out..." Tim was relieved to find that the missing Batman was fine, but it's one thing to be fine, one of the strongest escape masters in the world To be captured by a rose, but this kind of thing seems to be no problem with Bruce, just to change his identity, this Gotham sweetheart will always become the rose that captures others.

Dick suggested: "How about we find a way to make Batman sober, maybe he can think of a way to escape?"

Break off the pistil to escape?Weiwei frowned, but still handed the rose over.

They briefly submerged the Sun Knight - in fact, if the flower and Batman were taken back to the Batcave, they might be able to find out more, but both sides are trying to maintain some kind of balance.

Before that, their relationship was pretty good, and it had developed to the point where they could visit their home. However, things were a bit unflattering. Even if Weiwei seemed to be normal, it was impossible for the few of them to confidently think that Batman's lurking identity Nothing will make Vivi angry.

After tossing with simple materials for a long time, Bruce finally regained his sobriety.

The flower bloomed completely, and the villain in the flower's heart looked at the four "huge" people around him, and fell into a weird silence.

He quickly shook his head, trying to break free from the shackles of the flowers, but the stamens wrapped around his body were full of resilience, the more he broke free, the tighter the shackles of the stamens became.

Weiwei still frowned, standing at the back, watching them busy, until someone took out the bat dart, she said lightly: "Are you going to hurt my flowers?"

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly froze.

At that moment, everyone felt the gaze from the entire building, cast from all directions, except Weiwei herself.

Tim broke off a piece of bread crumbs from the breakfast they brought and handed it to Bruce: "Let's eat something first, we can think of other ways to get the best of both worlds."

But Batman refused, the little man's voice was very low, but fortunately the others had good hearing, he said: "I don't need to eat, and you can't hurt this flower, because I found that one of its stamens has been with me. connected to my body, I rely on the nutrients it transmits, and I no longer need to eat.”

Ye Yi's expression became tense for a moment. He turned his back to Wei Wei, still staring at Bruce in front of him, and whispered, "Wei Wei, it will wither in five days, is this true?"

"Of course." Will the time provided by the system be fake?

"However," Weiwei said, "these five days of teaching cannot be stopped, because if the teaching is completely stopped, it is equivalent to Bruce's breach of contract."

"The consequence of breaching the contract is... I will randomly take away something that belongs to him alone."

……

Wayne Manor.

The old butler Alfred, who had just returned home from vacation, stared at the empty room and sighed.

"I hope you are not doing something stupid, Master Bruce," he flipped open the simple but childlike invitation, "A small thank you dinner invitation from the East End Cathedral... I don't know who in this family can go there ?”

While Alfred was struggling, Millie was also checking for the third time whether the person invited by the invitation was free. Since there was going to be a banquet, the timing and personnel arrangement were very important issues.

Millie used to be just a little secretary who followed behind the mayor, but after going through so much, she has the temperament that a "decision maker" should have in her body, and becoming the person in charge made her grow faster than ever.

Millie herself looks back on her past and can't believe that it has only been more than a month since Madam Mayor took office.

"The two most important are Mr. Wayne and Madam Mayor," she thought, staring at the screen in front of her, "Mr. Wayne donated a lot of supplies to us, and on the second day after the dinner, the engineering team The demolition of the Wayne Memorial is about to begin."

Thinking of the life experience of Bruce Wayne, a rich man, she sighed: "It's just that there is no specific answer, although they are sure that they will be there. Is it Mr. Wayne or President Drake Jr.?"

"As for the mayor's lady," Millie couldn't laugh or cry, "this lady's whereabouts are really secret, but she replied 'I'll try my best'."

Millie really wanted to invite this lady who changed her life, when faced with her, Millie would unconsciously put herself in the child's place, even though Alec wasn't much older than her, like a shelter Her children looked at her with admiration, and she would feel at ease when she faced Aleck, taking it for granted that this lady can solve all problems-even if she is neither a vigilante flying through the sky nor has she ever been. Synonyms like genius.There is also Minister Doug, the head of the security department of the city hall. Their people will gradually withdraw from the East District. After all, this is not their main job.

"Then there is..." She stared at the bottom of a row of words, "Prisoner Betty Wen, she also helped us a lot, but she refused because she was busy. Na, she said she would help arrange the venue... and the Gotham Academy students who stayed here that day..."

and others who have donated here.

Millie glanced at a certain benefactor named "Joey Klein," a gentleman she remembered.

This gentleman has always sent a carload of supplies to the cathedral these days. He has not been there in person, but just asked the hired driver to deliver the supplies. This gentleman seems to be very busy, and I don’t know what his identity is .

The kitchen utensils and drinks were delivered, but they all looked expensive, so Millie didn't unpack them for the time being——

She decided to use only a small portion and resell the rest.

Although it is not good to sell donations, the same items can be exchanged for wooden bowls and wooden forks that are less likely to be broken, instead of silver forks for cathedral children in simple clothes.

"Not many people are willing to attend in person in the Eastern District," Millie shook her head. "This Mr. Klein is willing to attend in person this time..."

However, whether it is genuine charity or just for fame and tax avoidance, at least these materials are really in the hands of the children.

Let's hope there's nothing wrong with the party tonight, Millie thought.