Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Bruce came home around two o'clock in the morning.

According to the playboy's view of time, this time is actually a bit early.

However, Bruce was not the kind of playboy in the true sense who loves to hunt for beauty at parties, and he didn't have so much time to deal with the beauties who aimed at his arms one after another and threw themselves into his arms.

Occasionally, he would gladly accept some women's arms out of interest, but more often he would wish to go back to his bed and sleep soundly-to deal with these wolf-like, approaching women with various ideas. His women are enough to consume his patience and time, and he really has no energy to do other things.

But today, the atmosphere at home was a little off.

Bruce rarely commented on Tim's unhealthy routine. He knew he had no say in this area. Fortunately, Afu was there. He would try his best to discipline every member of the family and ensure that everyone's lifestyle was as healthy as possible. .

However, when he came home today, there were still people at home.

There was no sound of breathing, but Bruce felt that someone was watching him in the dark with his keen fighting intuition. There was no malicious intent, but they were watching very seriously.

who is it?

Bruce mentally goes through the list quickly, then relaxes: he knows who this man is watching him from the shadows.

"Laura," he whispered, "what?"

Laura didn't speak, and still hid in the dark and looked at Bruce quietly.

She never—never could find the similarities between Bruce and Batman, really, not exaggerating at all, Bruce Wayne and Batman can be viewed completely separately, the gap between the two is even more than... er .

It took Laura a while to think about how to make an analogy before she could give an answer.

The gap between Bruce Wayne and Batman is bigger than the gap between The Flash and Batman.

She looked at Bruce quietly. The living room was dark with no lights on. Bruce's expression was undisguised tiredness and laziness.

His jaw is relaxed in a way that's not possible with Batman - Bat never relaxes his exposed jaw.

Bat's lips are always drawn or drawn tight, while Bruce's lips and jaw are relaxed.

—He is a very handsome man.

— especially as Bruce Wayne.

"Nothing," Laura said, "just the light wasn't on."

"You sound unhappy."

"No."

"Tell me, little princess," Bruce said softly, "Did Tim make you unhappy?"

You're making me unhappy, Laura thought, because you're making me wonder how to talk to you.

Should Bruce be the real you, or should Batman be the real you?It seems to be all, but sometimes it seems not to be.

Laura is not happy.She likes to get along with complicated people, but the complexity to the point of bats has become too outrageous, and it can no longer be described as outrageous, but absurd.

"It's not Tim," Laura said. "It's not anything else. I'm just not happy."

Bruce sat down on the sofa, he looked relaxed as if he had returned to his own home... No, he did return to his own home, but sometimes it's hard to imagine that such a person actually has a home, And he actually relaxes himself when he gets home.

Instead of looking for someone, he sat on the sofa and waited patiently for a while.

Just wait, Bruce knows, if he goes to Lola, she'll get excited and start playing peek-a-boo with him, but if he doesn't go to her—

Laura jumped out of the darkness by herself, and threw herself straight into Bruce's arms.

"Papa Bruce," she called sweetly, as if that gratuitous tantrum just never existed.

"Huh?" Bruce responded as if drunk.

"I'm in love."

"...with whom?" Bruce asked. "Someone I know?"

"Yeah," Laura said, and then she changed her words, "Maybe."

"Like him very much?"

"Yeah," Laura said, and then she changed her words again, "Maybe. Not sure. Probably? I've never liked anyone else like this. Like him doesn't feel like like you, like like It's not the same feeling as daddy, it's not the same feeling as liking papa. It's not the same feeling as liking everyone else."

So at this point, Laura seemed to be sure, and nodded to her conclusion seriously: "Yes, I like him."

Bruce raised his hand and rubbed Lola's little head, and smiled silently: "You're so cute."

"He's cute too."

"You're all lovely," Bruce said softly.

He could go on and on about this unhealthy conversation, for years.

Laura lay quietly in his arms, suddenly not knowing what to say.Many words and questions that she thought of before suddenly melted in this embrace. These melted words and questions wrapped her stickily, making her feel at a loss.

She was worried for a while.

She fell asleep worrying.

Bruce stood up holding Lola, sent her back to her room, took off her jewelry, let go of her hair, took off her shoes and socks, and buried her under the covers.

"Good night," he said, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

"...and then I fell asleep," Lola said to Tim, who was sitting across from her. "I didn't ask him anything, basically, and he told me what to say."

But it can't be regarded as a quilt, since what was quilt was what she wanted to say in the first place.

Tim knew that Laura was unreliable, and he was not very disappointed that she lost the chain. He thought that I should find a time for myself and let Bruce ask for leave for me.

Or take a leave of absence without telling Bruce, go to New York and tell him about it.You can also put the blame on Laura and ask Laura to help him take the blame.

She should be happy to help carry the blame.

Sure enough, Luo La agreed to help him take the blame. She not only agreed to take the blame, but also made a suggestion on a whim: "Otherwise, I'll kidnap you and go to my house!"

Just as she said, she rushed into Tim's room quickly, tore a blank page from his notebook, took another pen and came back, and began to think about how to write a message.

"Just write: I kidnapped Tim and went to my house to play. I didn't help him ask for leave. Let Bruce Wayne ask for a good leave, or I will tear up the ticket," Laura said, "How about Tibao?"

"……as long as you are happy."

"Doesn't it sound too intimidating? It should be written more fiercely, right?"

"No, that's fine," Tim said, "Bruce will follow suit."

"I'll change it, change the tearing ticket to...cut off his little finger," Laura said, "what do you think?"

"Why the little finger? The thumb has more functions. If you want to threaten it, you should cut off the thumb." Tim suggested.

"Come one by one. On the first day, he cut off his little finger without asking for leave. On the second day, he cut off the other little finger, and then slowly cut to the thumb." Luo La said, she scribbled and changed the message, "...the name is left Carmen...well, it's done!"

Tim was also moved by Lola's happy mood, and whistled: "Good job."

"Wow, you can whistle, Tibbo!" Laura was amazed, "I thought only Jason in your family could do this..."

"It's very simple, as long as the breath is long enough." Tim shrugged, then pursed his lips and blew again, "I can play a complete ditty."

Lola tried to learn it, and she could make a sound too, but it was not as long and clear as Tim's.

"I'll study it later when I have time," she said. "I'll take you home now! Tibbo—can you fly a plane?"

Tim looked at Laura with wide eyes, vaguely aware of what she wanted to do: "You..."

"Since we are going to be kidnapped," Laura was very excited, "Let's steal the plane together! You drive!"

Tim: "..."

Tim: "...who's plane to steal?"

"Don't worry, don't worry." Laura comforted, "Don't steal Brucey's father, he has already stolen too many things. Let's go and steal my papa's plane!"

"What? Have you stolen a lot from Bruce? Tell me what you stole..."

Laura picked up Tim, who was still chattering non-stop, and jumped out of the window——

"Uh, Lola, are you wearing safety pants?" Tim yelled in the wind. "Aren't you wearing them?!"

"...No." Laura said, "Don't worry, I'm flying fast enough, and I'll arrive at my destination soon."

She took Tim and landed in a hidden alley not far from the Rex Building. Although Tim seemed a bit reluctant to do this kind of thing with Laura, he got excited when he needed his help. Turning on the computer is an operation.

He told Laura: "I've already found out where his private jet is parked. Are you sure we want to steal a private business jet? In fact, helicopters are enough..."

"No." Laura said, "If you want to steal, steal the expensive one."

"...well, it's your own father's stuff anyway." Tim shrugged, "I think you can still handle the fathers, maybe Lex won't do anything to get revenge on you...but I'll say no Yes."

"No." Laura patted Tim's head casually, "Whether you have participated in this matter or not, he will not like you very much."

Lex's private jets are all parked at his private airport - he is so rich that he even has a private airport!

It's a pity that things like the airport can't be stolen.

Tim handles all the security monitoring systems and Lola handles all the security.The cooperation between the two of them can be said to be seamless, and Tim even has the illusion that they may have a very pleasant cooperation in the future.

Immediately afterwards Tim discovered that this incident was really an illusion.

Because Lex Luthor... he was actually in this airport.

Lex calmly watched the scene on the monitor screen.

"..."

Moxi also looked at Laura on the screen speechlessly, wondering if she knew that her every move fell into the eyes of the boss?

There was also the little boy wearing a peaked cap and a mask. The more Moxi looked at him, the more he felt familiar, but he couldn't recognize who he was.

"Boss, look?" She finally opened her mouth, staring at the dead silence, "Do you want me to stop Miss Clark?"

"... raise the security level and make her a little trouble," Lex said, loosening his collar, and—Mersey heard right, he did sigh, "That plane was meant for her birthday present."

Mercy was silent for a while.

"Understood, boss," she said.

Tim soon discovered that the security system that he had successfully invaded just now suddenly recovered and started to call the police. The sound of orderly footsteps came from around. squad.

"We were discovered, someone took over the system, and my intrusion was overwritten." Tim said, "This method seems familiar, I have seen it in the data."

Lola looked up into the distance and told Tim, "Papa is in this airport."

Tim: So it wasn't my illusion? ? ?

Tim: You brought me to steal only when the Lord is around? ? ?

"What's the matter?" Laura said nonchalantly, "Why do you steal things when the owner is not around?" She giggled, "Wouldn't it be more exciting to steal when there are people at home!"

Tim didn't have time to pay attention to Laura, and he tapped the keyboard of the laptop computer so fast that his fingers began to throb.

Fortunately, Luthor didn't really want to deal with him. The strength and attitude shown by the other party was more like a cat playing with a mouse. Tim bit his lower lip tightly. During this long, one-sided resistance Feel the long-lost frustration.

Compared with Luthor's behavior, Batman's training is almost benevolent.

At least Batman will not use such a naked attitude to make you feel your own incompetence, let alone laugh at the loser mercilessly after you feel incompetent.

"What's wrong with you?" Laura didn't look back, but she keenly sensed Tim's depression.

After knocking out another group of guards, she looked back at Tim's computer screen, and then smiled knowingly: "Oh, he just likes to do this, Tebow, don't take it to heart-you How old is he, and how old is he? He just bullies you as a child. Shameless."

Tim didn't say a word, and was still trying to resist Luther. Laura stood behind him with her hands folded. After watching for a while, she took out her mobile phone and sent Papa a text message.

Lex glanced at the screen.

Laura: "It's boring for you to do this! The game is no longer fun!"

He sneered.

"Okay, Moxie." He said lazily, "Don't disturb Lola's mood of playing games. She is a very troublesome little girl, and I don't want to bear her anger."

Tim's expression was gloomy until he boarded the private jet.

He began to reflect on his own arrogance. It is true that Batman has never hesitated to praise his talent for this, but perhaps he has never encountered a strong enemy since he was trained, so he overestimated his own in many cases. strength.

Lola said that he was too young to compare with Luther, but Red Robin's task object is not the peers - teenage superheroes, usually as assistants to help mentors and elders defeat powerful enemies, in other words, People like Luther are the enemies he needs to face in the future.

Tim thinks he needs to think hard about his next training session.

Laura gave him a push: "Hurry up and fly the plane."

"I'd love to," said Tim, "but I don't think you've thought of one thing, Laura dear."

"what?"

"The plane is out of fuel."

"...Then you sit on it," Laura said seriously, "I'll support it and fly below."

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