[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter80 Reciprocate

"If you have a higher pursuit of senses, then you have to choose carefully. You may have to travel a lot, and you may have to go through several unsuccessful attempts before you can get a satisfactory material." Sherlock He murmured what Dr. Lecter said when he was frying steak, "Then, the barber is the one with elegant taste and higher pursuit." The excitement of the genius information detective made the pale and thin face flushed, The eyes of a carnivorous hunter almost overshadowed Dr. Lecter's candle.

So much so that Watson can't wait to cover that face with a sack, so as not to bring psychological trauma to all the superheroes present who take saving as their mission.

"The hunting of 'The Shaver' is still being staged vigorously. Maybe when we are enjoying the feast at the top of the food chain, the 'Shaver' is raising his butcher knife to the next unconscious prey. "The colleague of the information detective said in a hoarse and low voice.The orange-red fire in the living room dispelled some of the fear. If this sound came out in the dark and gloomy alley, it would probably make people pee their pants.

"Okay, great detectives in the world, after Dr. Lecter's artistic and metaphorical prompts, do you have any new clues?" Tony took a carefully trimmed flower from the doctor's carefully arranged vase. , bored it in his mouth.

"'The Shaver' has done security work, and he knows the operation of the monitor and the blind spots like the back of his hand. He probably worked as a bodyguard before." The master detective said quickly, his fingers tapping on the tabletop as if he wanted to penetrate three points, and it was irresistible The brain made up for the pitch-black sharp claws.

"A piece of steak will determine success or failure in 2 minutes. The test is speed, proficiency and accurate judgment..." The information detective persisted in repeating Dr. Lecter's hint, and his glass-colored eyes rolled quickly as if by magic Xing Yun, "He must have undergone good fighting training, and he knows how to kill with a crisp blow... Ah, I finally remembered his technique, the classical fighting technique introduced from France to England, taught by only three fighting coaches in London With this skill, we will immediately visit these three people, John, the clue is in it!" As he spoke, he quickly tapped the keyboard of the mobile phone, and the speed even made Clark dumbfounded, thinking that he was the one with super speed.

Bruce stood up from the sofa, and at the same time, a large black shadow rose and landed on the wall behind him, baring his teeth and claws, looking sinister.His rosy lips paled and pursed into a stubborn straight line: "It's too late, this will take more than three days to investigate, Detective, we'll ask Dr. Lecter directly, since he knows everything about 'The Barber'."

"And I'm sure Batman's usual tricks won't work against the doctor, Bruce." Watson weakly separated the two inseparable detectives whose brains were spinning wildly and their thoughts were entangled, "If you are rude to Dr. Lecter, you Just don't expect anything."

And this man who was called the descendant of Cain, the ghost of Gotham, the blood-sucking monster, took a deep breath and sat down.He let his broad, muscular shoulders relax, unpacked himself from the husky, jaw-jawed Dark Guardian who never showed anything more than a frown, and put himself back into the Brucey Babe. Concealed, he easily completed the transformation from cold and hostile to frivolous and indulgent. Of course, the politeness was impeccable: "Then, we will follow your rules, Dr. Lecter." He used a very common in Gotham Said in a decadent, hazy tone drowned in alcohol and marijuana.

Superman, sitting next to the Gotham baby, performed supersurprise.

"Reciprocate, huh," said Watson in a low, unintelligible voice, ending in an extremely flat and dry ending, like the worst third-rate actor reading a script just on the "ha".

It happened that a room full of people either had super hearing, or had been strengthened, or had been trained, or their senses were far more sensitive than ordinary people, or they could rely on black technology to cheat...so his terrible line was heard by everyone.

"Make a deal with a demon who lives on pain and tears? Even if I'm a self-destructive bastard, I don't think it's a cool idea." Tony stroked the blue crystal reactor on his chest and said with an exaggerated expression.

"That's rude and untrue, little Anthony." Dr. Lecter's reply made the superhero, whose real name was Anthony Stark, leap to his feet and apologize, as long as he stopped calling himself "Anthony."

"Frankness is a virtue, and I plan to explain my conditions in advance." Dr. Lecter's strange eyes scanned the entire living room, making all humans, superhumans, and non-humans present with keen senses shiver in their hearts. All of a sudden—the living room must have cooled down suddenly.

"All ears, Dr. Lecter, reciprocate or something."

"I'd absolutely have to make the deal 'pay for it'. Maybe I'll make the deal on the condition that someone give me a piece of information about himself, whoever it is. OK or not?"

"Let's hear what the problem is first."

"No bargaining, little Steve. Yes or no? The nameless blond girl is waiting, isn't she? Does she hear the cudgel? What will she pray and hope for?"

Before Watson was able to stop him, Bruce had already said, "Let me answer your question, Doctor." He rubbed his brows, looking as depressed and tired as he had spent a day and night fighting with the aliens who invaded the earth.

Oh no, it's not Bruce, anyone is fine, not Bruce... He should have volunteered to take the job sooner, Watson bumped his head against the armrest of the armchair, and Sherlock quickly picked it up.

"What's your worst childhood memory?"

Not as Watson expected, it was the same invariable and almost destined problem.He heard a deep and difficult breathing sound, it didn't seem to come from Bruce, but from the position of his left hand...

"Do we need to avoid it?" The non-human who didn't need to breathe at all carefully adjusted his breathing with great difficulty, and said cautiously.

And Bruce showed a row of threatening white teeth, and put on an expression of being obedient.

Steve Rogers stood up—his shoulders and chest muscles are no worse than those of the Son of Steel in terms of American spirit—seemingly wanting to make a declaration of human rights, but the two teammates who knew him best, Barbara Key Winter Soldier Barnes and Tony Iron Man Stark, using mechanical arms and combat armor, joined forces to suppress it.

Watson felt a little regretful in his heart. After all, Captain America's mouth skills should not be underestimated. He used his mouth to wake up the out-of-control and angry Hulk, wake up the bamboo horse that has been formatted for 70 years like scrubbing dishes, and even let the big villain Ultron is still the leader of the phantom jump loyal... Maybe he can influence Hannibal a little bit with different recipes and pastimes.

In the end, all the members of the Tian (Eight) Cai (Gua) Alliance stayed in the living room that shouldn't have accommodated so many people, and each of them had excellent reasons for staying.

After all, the nature of gossip defeated the comrade-in-arms love of "respect *".

"Come on, little bat, don't tell some crappy fictional stories. Even if you are a rare good detective and psychologist, I can tell the truth of your stories."

"It was my parents' death."

The living room was even quieter, and only by using Superman's super hearing could he find everyone's holding their breath.

Watson had never heard such a tone, had never seen such a Bruce.

Bruce Wayne threw himself completely out from behind the double mask, his tone was sad, tired and calm, as if trying to confirm something: "Yes, it was my parents' death."

A hand as smooth as satin but as tough as steel slowly crawled onto another playboy's hand, covering the hand that was supposed to be well-maintained and untouched by spring water, but the real situation was rough, powerful, and concealed countless Scars and wounds of hands.

Building a solid wall for himself, Batman, who was nervously collecting all the materials and information in the wall, this time, didn't even bother to withdraw that naked hand that could reveal his emotions and thoughts.

The author has something to say: Why is the progress of my plot so slow...

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Chapter81 Reciprocate ([-])

"Tell me about your parents." Dr. Lecter seemed to adjust his posture, his purple eyes reflected the candlelight, bright and jumping.

"My parents are good people in the traditional sense, gentle and polite, enthusiastic about charity, and doting on their children." Bruce's tone was as flat as telling someone else's story, but his voice was undulating with magma, "When I was eight years old, We watched Zorro together, and they were shot by muggers in a typical Gotham alley."

"Did the gangster shoot you?"

"No, maybe he feels that an eight-year-old boy is insignificant, maybe he is proud of creating another orphan without a father and a mother."

Dr. Lecter is clearly not interested in bandits. "Were your parents killed at that time?"

"Yes Yes."

"Tell me one detail you remember."

Bruce's eyes that seemed to melt amber in the deep sea closed: "Blood-stained pearl necklace, large and round pearls scattered in the muddy water, the red blood and black mud made them lose their luster. That's all .We've traded."

His hand seemed to cool a little, and the hand that held his thermostat tightened.

"Think of the cocoon in the stick, and don't let the transformation of Little John take your imagination away. The caterpillar becomes a chrysalis in the cocoon. Then it emerges, emerges from its quietly changing space, and becomes a beautiful imago. I trust you understand what imago means?"

"Terms in psychoanalysis." Sherlock interrupted suddenly, and he called up the material from the vast memory palace, "The imago is an image of the father or mother, buried in the child's subconscious since the baby, and the baby The term is closely bound up with the self-aware affection of the period. The word comes from the ancient Romans, who carried the wax busts of their ancestors in the funeral procession. . There is some meaning in the cocoons of the worms. But then there is no more, this is not any known species of insects or spiders, and no ordering information can be found."

"And I know. I'll give you an overview of what I think, the forest hidden in the shadows, are you ready?"

"Always," said the billionaire whose name means "forest."

"The point of the cocoon is to change. The larva becomes a butterfly, or a moth. 'The Barber' thinks he wants to change. He's making himself a girl's 'clothes' out of the scent of a real girl, yes, Smell is the oldest and closest to the soul, and so there are these petite blond victims who have had their scent robbed of their shaved hair—he's going to have to get the right material. The number of victims suggests that he may see this as It’s a degenerate set. He does it in a van with the back seat empty and the film on.”

Iron Man fed this valid information into the model Jarvis built.

"If you can give a straightforward answer, I don't mind continuing to 'reciprocate'." In front of a really smart opponent, under the pressure of the sword of Damocles hanging over the girls' heads, Batman did not choose to fight wits Yong, he directly showed his hole card.

"Fine. Then you don't mind telling me what happened to you after your parents died."

Bruce said bluntly, as if he had rehearsed countless times in advance: "I started to train physically and mentally at the age of 11, such as strict physical training, specific diet structure and biofeedback training. I began to travel around the world, successively in Europe, Dongfang received education and conducted various technical trainings such as martial arts, criminal investigation, and psychological fear. Later, I returned to my hometown of Gotham and learned through bloodshed that only fear can make people fear and respect. So I became Batman." He The narrative is general, concise and understated, but for some reason, people smell blood and iron from it.

"I don't mind dissecting my pains for you, Dr. Lecter, but they are not poetic and distinctive pains. In fact, all pains take the form of puffy eyelids and dull eyes. Really. Don't see why you live on them."

Dr. Lecter smiled slightly, revealing a row of small, pointed white teeth, as elegant, powerful, and evil as a vampire against the candlelight: "Do you understand smell, Bruce? You know, even the most meaningful language , and cannot show one ten-thousandth of the smell kingdom. Think about it, a genius in the sense of smell, his sensitivity to smell makes every smell molecule stored in his smell palace by category. He is very greedy, little bat , very greedy. Usually people are greedy only after seeing something, but the 'shaver' only needs to smell. He is a cautious and greedy hunter, hiding in the gutter like a poisonous snake, where the prey is completely ignorant Time to deliver a fatal blow.”

"John..." Sherlock murmured unconsciously.

"That's right, if Little John isn't a man, his smell is what the 'shaven man' tried his best to capture and collect. Little John smells like sticky thick golden honey, or biscuits soaked in milk , there is also a little aroma of charcoal burning in the fireplace, like smooth pebbles soaked by the impact of a clear spring, with a little spicy plant and the stimulation of gunpowder. This aroma is calm, restrained and maddening. The murderer is a beautiful collection At home, he is finishing an astonishing picture, which lacks the finishing touch; he is playing a grand opera, and the last act is short of the most astonishing note."

"Tell me how to find him."

"Your father is a good man in the traditional sense and recognized by the world. Tell me, does he want his son to be like him? How did he educate his only son?" Dr. Lecter answered irrelevantly. He spread his hands and gestured to Bruce. answer.

"Yes, my father left me the most elegant upbringing, and the bottom line that a human being should stick to."

"Tell me, little Bruce, whether the hatred and trauma caused by those two gunshots have always been in fierce struggle and conflict with the noble upbringing you have cultivated since childhood, making you tortured and unbearable, so that you have to Create another personality, another identity, so that the evil and righteousness you are obsessed with can coexist between Batman and Bruce Wayne?"

Bruce was silent for a few seconds, and said in a low voice: "He is a patient like his old opponent—all the lunatics in Gotham. He put half of the lunatics and criminals in the Arkham Asylum. Leave it to him."

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Chapter82 Bruce Hamlet Wayne

"Why choose a bat as your totem and avatar?"

"Fear. In Gotham, where people are struggling to survive, officials are in league with gangsters, and the police are the criminals' shield. The new commissioner, James Gordon, wants to be a good policeman in a fallen city." The police repeatedly hit the wall, and Bruce Wayne, who had just returned to his hometown to clean up his crimes, learned from the casualties and bloodshed that only fear can make people awesome."

"Congeal your anger into a fearful entity, gouging into the most rotten core of a city? Sounds like a good way, a good way to deal with your own anger. I'm getting tired of generalities, and I want to know something next Minutiae, are you ready, little Bruce?"

Bruce nodded almost imperceptibly, as if the cranial cavity was filled with lead and it was too heavy to move.

"When the family met the robbers, did you resist?"

"No, the robbers fired too fast, caught off guard, and had no time to defend themselves."

"Your father must be at the front?"

"Yes, before he could speak, the gunshots rang out."

"If your father had your current skills, would he be able to deal with that robber?"

"It's entirely possible."

"Has he made any contribution to Gotham's deteriorating social security?"

"My father was a doctor, and he devoted himself to donating money and saving lives."

"That is to say, your father's ability to act is actually very limited, isn't it?"

"He doesn't lose everything like me, so naturally he doesn't have the consciousness of giving everything."

"So, do you hate him?"

"What?!" This was the exclamation of the other members of 221B.

Bruce still looks calm, if he ignores his clenched fist: "Attributing natural disasters and man-made disasters to other people's mistakes, missteps and inactions can indeed make yourself feel better and get relief, but this is also a certain degree of weakness. "

"Have you ever been weak?"

Everyone's breathing was blocked in the lungs at this moment, and the living room was completely silent.A few worried, angry, puzzled, or sympathetic eyes all fell on Bruce.

And Bruce let go of his clenched fists, and said in a low voice: "I used to hate him, hated him for allowing criminals to run amok, hated him for abandoning me...with all the love and hate of an eight-year-old child, But people have to look forward after all.”

The questions that once made him fly into a rage, those old hatreds condensed in the depths of memory like rosin, those solidified and dried up in the little boy's heart, those hatreds for his father that he didn't want to look back on or even believe, had already passed through the years and years. Growing up calmly until finally being able to face it calmly.

"In the process of looking forward, is the noble upbringing your parents instilled in you, and the hatred caused by the trauma at the age of eight, a constant struggle in your heart, bringing you day-to-day torture?"

"Tobe or nottobe, yes."

"Is this kind of struggle and struggle so intense that you have to create another personality, another identity, so that the good and evil in your heart can coexist precariously?"

"Yes."

"So tell me again, why use the bat that I feared most in my childhood as my avatar?"

"Because I want to pretend to be my own fear and hurt the people I hate." Bruce said slowly but unwaveringly, as if hypnotized.

"Bruce!"

"Batman!"

"Wayne!"

"Oh my god!"

The explosive shouts exploded in the living room like a smoke bomb, and it was obvious that all the superheroes were stunned by Bruce, who was not a superhero at all.

There is no chivalry, no promotion of good and evil, no "justice" and "fairness" that everyone is familiar with, not even the "sacrifice" and "dedication" of Batman that they are familiar with...

Only a helpless boy with tears on his face but gnashing his teeth, pouring out all his strength for revenge.

"So you're lynching criminals?"

"Yes."

"So when you fight criminals, you sometimes get anxious and lose control?"

"Yes."

"So the criminals are afraid of Batman, not because they are afraid of being punished by justice, but because they see some kind of more evil existence?"

Bruce didn't seem to want to admit it, but at the last moment, he still nodded wearily and said softly, "Yes."

The living room has long since returned to the silence where a needle can be heard falling on the ground.

"There is a yardstick that binds you, isn't it, Bruce? This fragile but tough rope pulls you. Even though you are almost about to become a real urban devil, because of the last insistence in your heart, you are still a knight." ?”

"In order to destroy my opposite, I had to stand on the opposite side."

"While staring at the abyss, you are also being stared at by the abyss..." At this moment, almost everyone had this sentence in their hearts.

"Is this rope strong enough?"

"I don't know, Dr. Lecter, I don't know. In order to better fight criminals, I gave up many things that held me back. Friendship, love, normal life... Bruce Wayne is getting thinner and more transparent, perhaps The rope is as thin as a gossamer."

"You've already seen your end, and you either die as a hero, or you live to see yourself gradually become a villain."

"You're wrong, Dr. Lecter." Bruce's soft voice turned deep, "Batman always has countless records, and he will completely destroy this danger before he completely degenerates into a villain."

Watson's spider sensor rang the alarm for a moment, and everyone was horrified. Everyone looked sad, shocked, or "that's it", and the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

"Sure enough, Batman can be cast aside, and can make the right choice that others can't make. It's just that I don't understand why you would rather send stubborn enemies into the world again and again, and they are destined to escape. I don’t want to deal with them in a lunatic asylum, so that when the lunatics come out on a whim next time, how many fewer people will die?”

Superman stood up with a "huh", all kinds of emotions were tumbling in his eyes, and he couldn't even restrain himself from floating up.

"Is this the difference between official organizations and non-governmental organizations? For example, officials can legally kill people?" Tony Stark, the most talkative Avenger who belongs to the official organization S.H.I.E.L.D., whispered.

Bruce tugged at the corner of Clark's clothes and motioned him to sit down with his eyes.

Everyone knows that the conversation has reached a deeper level. Unless the fuel runs out and stops itself, no one can stop this runaway train without damage, and neither can Superman.

Kyle had no choice but to sit down obediently and spread his hands like a little reporter, although what he said had nothing to do with reporters: "Well, I can stop the comet and reverse the course of the planet, but I can't stop the people hurt each other."

"This is exactly what superheroes can't do." Watson's unintentional words made the superheroes silent with sympathy, obviously immersed in a certain or countless moments of powerlessness.

"There are times when gods are beyond their reach, isn't it? Let alone mortals. I can't kill, Dr. Lecter, this is the last and strongest rope that hangs me from falling, and it is also between me and those I want to punish the only difference."

Dr. Lecter shook his head lightly, his slick hair looked like the best fur of some mammal: "The real motivation to stick to the bottom line is nothing more than not wanting to be the kind of person you hate. It is easy for modern people to understand. But in my opinion, little Bruce, you are too tense and worried, and if you can relax yourself, you will be much happier and more at ease."

Spider-sensing once again sounded the alarm bells, and sure enough, Hannibal Lecter blurted out: "We can't create our natures, they come with us with lungs and pancreas and everything else. Why bother with them What? Why are you worried that you will fall after killing someone? Is it because you are worried that you will fall in love with the feeling of life and death, and you will never be able to stop?"

"Sin can be addictive, I can't deny that."

"Why not? Like killing people, it must be fascinating in God's eyes, isn't he doing it all day long? He himself often kills hundreds of people in plane crashes, or makes church roofs fall on Of his disciples, he won't hold you accountable for an insignificant murderer, he'll forgive you, won't he?"

Bruce hadn't had time to answer, and this time, it was John Watson, always acting as a mediator and lubricant, who stood up angrily.

In Watson's dark blue eyes, the hottest blue flame was burning.

"It's the first time I heard that 'the world is not benevolent, and all things are like dogs' can be misinterpreted in this way, and it can be distorted into 'God appreciates killing'. This sentence does not mean that the world is not kind, but that the world treats everything equally, Fate will not give you special treatment because you are different or think you are different, will not favor you because you are a good person, and will not pay attention to punishment because you are a villain." Blue eyes turned to another pair mixed with amber With blue eyes, Watson's voice softened a lot this time, "Remember what I told you once, I know you don't kill people, Bruce, not killing people is your bottom line and your last protection, but I Don't mind killing, especially with a guy who's ready to bring death and terror. You can't get your hands dirty, that's all right, then let someone else do it, let me do it, John Watson was a soldier, a fighter, there was Obligation to crush the moths of society in times of crisis, and don't mind bearing the crime of killing."

"Thank you, Johnny." Unexpectedly, Dr. Lecter looked exceptionally calm.

He "reciprocated" and provided several important information about "The Barber". Bruce and Tony entered the information into the model of screening, positioning and exclusion, and everyone could hear the step by step approaching the truth.

Superman suddenly clasped Bruce's wrist with his backhand, and said in a calm tone: "With us here, you no longer have to worry about being stained with blood and mud when wading through the quagmire of humanity. We will hold you, we are you Strongest safety line."

Bruce didn't pull his hand back, didn't yell at the alien rescue dog, who was always overflowing with compassion, maybe he was too tired from the confrontation with Hannibal, and Bruce let the blood flow under the Kryptonian's fingers.

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Chapter83 Hate and Love

"Hate and vengeance have dominated your life, and Batman's flaming black shadow almost swallowed up that thin and transparent Bruce Wayne. So, tell me, who have you ever fallen in love with?" Is it?" Dr. Lecter unexpectedly accepted Watson's warning and asked a milder question.

Bruce laughed, his voice was low and soft like music, and helplessness was like the brightest note in it, falling heavily on the lead plate: "I think, baby Bruce, who hangs around the flowers all day, or hides in the No Batman in the gutter has the ability to maintain a stable relationship or a long-term relationship. (At this time, Tony Never can control the mouthful Stark muttering: "Hey, I thought Batman was omnipotent "And another local tycoon who is as good at talking as he is, and is as competitive as him, unusually chooses to ignore this) I have never been a good lover, but it is a pity that the girls who are as gorgeous and noisy as birds Always thought I was some sort of Duke of Windsor, and only I knew I was Hamlet."

Dr. Lecter smiled slightly, and once again showed a row of neat, white, and shiny teeth with sharp tips, which seemed to be a salute but also a threat: "Don't try to hide the truth, it's not a gentleman's behavior to avoid answering or change the subject. "

"Oh my god, I can't believe the devil is teaching a bunch of superheroes 'what is gentleman behavior'." Bucky buried his face in his hands, the metal one.It was rare for Tony to share his hatred with him, and echoed meanly in a low voice: "This man-eating demon is still trying to teach us 'what is virtue', 'reciprocate' and so on, it's really cool."

The two who "reciprocated" each other were noncommittal about this, while the little reporter had already struggled out of Superman's shell, staring worriedly at Bruce's every move.

"Have you ever loved anyone, Dr. Lecter? You are really pursuing like the most persistent hunter, and I am usually not someone's prey." The expression on Bruce's face changed, and he mixed The amber, aggressive blue eyes seemed to be covered with a soft and hazy thing. Kael-El, who was used to soaring in the universe, swore at that moment that he saw the universe in his eyes. The desolation and loneliness, and what he is most familiar with, the shining starry sky, hope.

Bruce shifted his position, leaned back lazily, turned the handsome face no longer hidden by the mask to the other side, and he sighed, breathing as long and long as possible, like a drug addict Inhale as greedily as the last breath.Only Clark, relying on his super hearing beyond the earth, can tell from Bruce's long and slow breathing and heartbeat that he intends to calm his heartbeat and emotions by adjusting his breathing.

Bruce said: "I have loved many beautiful and charming girls, blond hair and blue eyes, black hair and blue eyes, mixed-race models, movie stars, and countless hosts and reporters. They forget all. There is only one, and I have loved her for so many years. She had a beautiful and bright life, and now she is no longer young. ^The body is full of indelible scars left by benefactors. She is still rich, but squeezes her lover's wealth mercilessly, and is also willingly squeezed by lovers. Like La Traviata, she is clearly terminally ill but desperately seeking Joyful, but lacking the noble sentiments of Marguerite's self-sacrifice. She is overindulgent, she is exhausted, she is dying and hopeless, she is self-inflicted and insane... She has disappeared into the world I used to be in , but I love her, I never regret loving her, Dr Lecter, I love her."

Relying on the special way of breathing, every muscle of Bruce is under control, but Clark can still hear the sound of blood hitting the wall of the blood vessel. The scalding blood rushes madly in Bruce's blood vessel, passing through the subcutaneous tissue and epithelial cells, dissipating the heat Divergent in the small space of the living room of 211B.

Bruce's heartfelt words could almost make the most hard-hearted people cry, but Dr. Lecter remained calm, his bright red tongue swept across the same red lips, as satisfied and proud as standing at the top of the food chain.Dr. Lecter asked: "It is said that in the world of superheroes, love overcomes everything, at least superheroes always encourage others, be encouraged by others and encourage themselves. So, your love still can't overcome your hate? "

Bruce waggled his index finger slightly, shrugged, and said, "Come on, Dr. Lecter, 'Love overcomes all' is just a way of coaxing kids or some alien with a different brain structure. The truth is, most likely You can only love or be loved after you have overcome everything. How fragile and small love is, fragile and humble, it is not love that is strong enough to overcome everything, but you.”

It was the first time Bruce talked about "love" with such an attitude, and it was the first time Clark discovered that Bruce was so charming——

Batman's coldness and abstinence and Brucey's passion and indulgence collide fiercely together, forming a contradictory hot and cold sexy.More than ten years of self-discipline and rigorous training have destroyed his only subcutaneous fat, resulting in Bruce's broad and beautiful forehead, square and powerful chin and well-curved cheekbones. On the bones, traces of spending a lot of money on maintenance and cutting with knives and axes can be seen.

Clark moved his super nose, a pungency of animal musk and plant spices rushed straight to his forehead, and the aftertaste was cool mint... He didn't split Bruce's smell into irreplaceable The fine lines and particles, but only care to feel the overall coldness and warmth, the rich layers of hotness and coolness... everything constitutes a sexy, strong and fragile, dangerous and seductive Bruce Wayne. Well... like a clear carbon crystal, after