After the group wear, I became the group darling of the big guys

After the Batmobile roared into the Batcave, Batman took off his black helmet, revealing his black hair wet with sweat. He stood in front of the Batcomputer with his handsome head, tapping on it with his fingers, and it was obvious that he was checking something.

"Master, do you still need to continue your appointment with Miss Shi Ning?" Alfred came down from the elevator with a glass of green vegetable juice in his hand.

Batman thought for a few seconds and said without hesitation: "She is dangerous, Alfu, I need to monitor and make plans for her."

The old butler showed a slightly disapproving expression: "Master, I think Miss Shi has shown you her greatest sincerity."

Bruce frowned. He was always frowning. "She spent a long time with the Joker. I don't know what the Joker did or said to her, but I won't underestimate this old rival."

"Well, I hope that one day Miss Shi can be invited to the manor for a cup of tea." Alfred shook his head and placed the vegetable juice next to Bruce's hand, "Maybe you can drink it now."

"Alfu, I'll drink it later." Batman looked intently at the data on the computer and didn't pay any attention to the vegetable juice.

"Master, perhaps you want to go into parent mode again?" Alfu threatened calmly. He had accomplished a feat that countless gangsters who terrified outsiders had not accomplished. He threatened Batman, and he succeeded!

No matter how powerful Batman is outside, he is just a suppressed child in front of the old butler. He picked up the cup reluctantly. At this moment, a sound of breaking air suddenly came from the Batcave, and the red cloak of the guardian of Metropolis fell from the sky.

"Bat, I have... Oh, Alfred, you are here too." Superman scratched his hair and smiled sheepishly. He raised his hand and asked cautiously, "Can I have a midnight snack with Batman?"

Alfred's eyes were quite sharp. He looked at Superman for such a long time that even Superman's body of steel felt a little cold. He couldn't help but float behind Batman, trying to let Batman block the old butler's eyes.

"Alfred, I need a midnight snack." Bruce quickly glanced at the things in Superman's hands. They were great. Hamburgers, French fries, Coke, pizza, and freshly made apple pie. They were junk food that suited the bat's taste very well. At least they were much better than vegetable juice.

Alfred retracted his gaze at the emphasis of his willful young master and said in a very calm tone: "I hope Master Kent can pay attention to Master's body fat. If you continue to feed him like this, Master's uniform will need a new size."

After saying that, Alfred turned around and leisurely left the Batcave, leaving Superman and Batman staring at each other in the Batcave.

After a long stalemate, Superman took the lead in breaking the deadlock: "Bruce, you... are fat?"

Batman's face darkened a little, he stared at Superman solemnly, Batman's throat cancer voice became more terrifying: "You can see through, small town boy, I don't want to say."

Superman hesitated for a moment before saying, "But you're wearing a lead-containing uniform, and I can't see through you. God, if I knew you would get fat, I wouldn't have brought you so much food."

Batman: ...

Superman: "Maybe you could drink all the vegetable juice on the table before eating?"

"No, never, never." Batman gave three consecutive rejections, which shows how deep his resistance to this is.

But the vegetable juice must be drunk and cannot be poured away. The cleaning of the entire bat cave is in the hands of the old butler. He will find out, he will definitely find out.

Thinking of this, Batman's brain worked rapidly and he directly turned his target to Superman who was not at all vigilant.

Superman, the god on earth, the epitome of kindness, integrity, and power, must be very, very willing to help poor Bruce Wayne deal with the affections of his old butler.

Superman put the plastic bag on the table. He couldn't help but shudder. A subtle feeling of being remembered came over him. He looked at his partner warily, while Bruce looked away as if nothing had happened.

...Is it an illusion?

"It's just one meal. I won't gain much weight. My night patrols will consume enough energy." Bruce said concisely, picking up a burger and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Now...it's already three in the morning, Bruce, when are you going to bed?" Superman floated cross-legged in the air. He wanted to find a chair, but after scanning the Batcave, he still couldn't find a second chair.

"Didn't you say you would give me an extra chair?" he asked somewhat melancholy, feeling sad that his good friend's secret base didn't even have his chair.

"The Batcave won't change its layout for anyone." Even if it's just to add one more chair.

"Even if Robin protests?" Superman demanded.

Bruce glanced at him condescendingly, raised his chin slightly, and said with arrogance and complacency: "Do you think he didn't protest?"

Superman nodded in understanding.

It looks like Bruce has won.

"Don't change the subject, you haven't said when you're going to bed today." Superman said somewhat dissatisfiedly.

Bruce asked curiously, "What does it have to do with you when I go to bed?"

"Oh my god, oh my god Bruce, have you forgotten that you have a charity banquet to attend tomorrow? From Batman's bedtime, I can guess Mr. Bwin's wake-up time, so I can know exactly how late you will be. I still have to interview you tomorrow!"

"What does Bruce Wayne being a few seconds late have to do with the Kent reporter? Do you want to change your gossip partner?" Bruce raised his eyebrows and teased the small town boy because of the good burger.

After all, reporter Kent can always interview Superman first, and Superman will only accept interviews from reporter Kent. As time goes by, rumors will naturally arise. Look at the nickname Metropolis gave to Clark Kent, "Superman's reporter lover", how low standard it is, even worse than him.

At least his nickname is Batman's Prince of Gotham, ha, Batman's.

After saying this, Superman's face fell again. He even looked at Bruce with some grief and anger: "Do you know how much you attract those reporters? When I was unprepared, I couldn't even squeeze in next to you, let alone get an exclusive interview."

Bruce raised his eyebrows and said, "Then I can give you an accurate answer. Batman will not sleep tonight, and Gotham baby... will be an hour late, with an oriental girl. Little reporter, you can write your headline now."

"As a reward for giving you the information, this..." Bruce nodded at the vegetable juice, "Shouldn't you help me solve it?"

Superman drank it all in one gulp without saying anything. He put the empty cup back and said, "Vegetable juice is still good for you. Drink it yourself next time."

"No, never, never."

Batman responded with a rejection.