A meow and a dog

"Hi, are you Batman? I'm Superman."

"roll."

"I see you again, you really like this statue... There is a robber in front, you need to..."

"roll."

"What should I call you? Batman? Is it too unfamiliar?"

"roll."

"Hey, you dropped a bat dart!"

"......roll."

"Would you like supper, Batman?"

"Go—don't let me see you."

"My mother made me dessert today, do you want to join me?"

"Don't bother you, and, get out."

"Today I saw the young master Wayne in Gotham, I can't believe Gotham has you and him at the same time, like that, people."

"..."

"You know the Flash in Central City? I saw him today, flashing past Metropolis, and I couldn't catch him—hey, Bat, are you listening?"

"...Get out of my Gotham. Clark Kent."

"Bat, we've known each other for so long, I can't always call you 'Bat', can I? You already know who I am!"

"...B."

"What did you say?"

"roll."

"Bat, you said 'B' yesterday?"

"......"

"Others say you are gloomy, but I think you are more awkward."

"Go away. And, stay away from Wayne."

"Why? Oh, well, well."

"B, you can't ignore me! He rushed to the road by himself yesterday! It's not that I have to approach him!"

"go away."

"B, don't... I swear, I'm never going to approach Wayne, as long as he doesn't do something stupid."

"B, do you want to have a late-night snack? It's midnight, but you always show up at this time, and if you have to, you have to have a late-night snack. You're only human!"

"roll!"

"B, I was wrong, I was wrong, I will never say anything about supper again! You believe me!"

"Get out of Gotham!"

"B, two blocks from here, Penguin is stealing, do you want my help?"

"...Get your kitten out of Gotham, by the way."

"Hey? B, how did you end up in Metropolis?"

"I'm here to find Luthor, he stole Wayne's information."

"Don't you hate Wayne?"

"...don't mention him!"

"Okay, okay, but you can't let me go now. This is my city."

"Take back your smug expression, I don't think you want to mess up your image in Louise Lane's mind?"

"I can help you!"

"Batman doesn't need help."

"Mr. Wayne? Why did you come to the Metropolis?"

"Ah, alien, you know, I have a collaboration with Lex. I can't tell you, Lex will be waiting... Oh, if you don't mind, please give Batman Send a message and tell him to leave Gotham as soon as possible, I don't want to be woken up by the shadow of a bat in the middle of the night...Superman?"

"B, I don't know how you put up with him, but I don't want to have any contact with Wayne again."

"You went to see him again?"

"Uh, he came to the Metropolis...so..."

"...Don't try to get past him, I guess you went to him first."

"Oh, Rao."

"B, would you like to come over to my house for a cookie?"

"If you can solve Luther's trouble."

"B..."

"B, are you going back? So soon?"

"Looks like Mr. Kent forgot there's Gotham City?"

"But you haven't eaten cookies at my house yet!"

"...Next time I invite you."

"B, what?!"

"It's fine if you didn't hear clearly."

"do not!"

"B, why did you come out so late today?"

"roll."

"Mr. Wayne?"

"...that counts."

"How's Gotham, B?"

"I think you just have to care about Metropolis. Gotham is mine."

"But your promise has not been fulfilled!"

"...if I have time tomorrow."

"That's great!"

"...B, why didn't you tell me you were Bruce Wayne? Isn't it funny to lie to me?"

"..."

"Master Bruce, I think you should explain it to Mr. Superman."

"Alfred, I'm just, just, oh well, I'm going to the Met tomorrow."

"That's right, Master Bruce, don't forget to bring cookies."

"Batman? What are you doing in Metropolis?"

"I can explain it to you."

"Explain you're Wayne? But why did you want me to distance you in the first place?"

".......you......."

"Mr. Superman? I'm Master Bruce's housekeeper. I hope this call won't make you angry."

"Well, sir, what did Bruce want you to tell me?"

"Call me Alfred, sir. I think there is some misunderstanding between you."

"I don't know! He's been hiding it from me all this time, playing me around, I don't know, what's the point of my being nice to him now? I'm like a clown. "

"No, sir. As an old man who watched Master Bruce grow up, I know that he doesn't really know how to deal with people. If he has any verbal offense, I apologize to you on his behalf."

"Bruce is the son of Gotham, why can't he deal with people? Isn't this his job?"

"Mr. Kent, I know that Master is too much, but if you read the newspapers of Master Bruce when he was eight years old, I think you can understand him, including why he became 'Batman'...... To be honest, I don't like him doing this dangerous job, but..."

"All right, Alfred."

"Thank you, sir."

"Oh, just call me Clark."

"Louis, do you know what happened to Wayne when he was eight?"

"Oh, you asked me to look it up, even though I wasn't at the paper at the time, well, Clark, it was a joke. Oh, I found it, is this the paper? The one where Wayne's parents were shot? Don't know why Society has Gotham papers... Clark, where are you going?"

"B..."

"Hmph, are you willing to talk to me?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"If you're here to take pity on me, get the hell out of here, Superman."

"Come on, B. I, I'm not..."

"Get out of here. Now."

"Master Bruce, I have to say that you are too much, the Wayne family can't be so rude."

"But I don't know what his intentions are, I can't..."

"Master, I just hope you won't regret it in the future."

"Kent."

"B...Mr. Wayne, are you looking for me?"

"Come out with me, now."

"Okay, B, what's the matter with you?"

"I apologize to you, I really shouldn't ask you to do that. No matter what you say, it depends on what you do anyway, no matter what you decide, I will not...Damn, what are you going to do? "

"If it was only for this, B, I would have forgiven you long ago."

"Then why didn't you come to me—"

"I haven't had your cookie yet."

"... Kent, eight o'clock at night, Wayne House banquet hall, eat as much as you want, but get this topic out of your mind."

"Clark, call me Clark."

"...Bruce."

"what?"

"I don't care if you hear me or not, I'll just say it again: Bruce."

"Actually, I just wanted to say, I hear you, Bruce."

"......roll!"

The author has something to say:

small theater:

There is a kind of reader who is called cute and easy to overthrow, who rolls around in the text of his beloved author every day, begging for more updates.

There is a kind of reader called the author's black fan, who fights with the author every day under the favorite article, loves and kills each other.

There is a kind of reader called Momo Xiaobawang, who plays in his heart every day and is inseparable from his beloved author.

The first type of readers is very tragic. They will encounter second-rate villains after time travel, and they have embarked on the road of anti-second-rate villains ever since.

The second type of readers is a little sad, they will meet the blackened protagonist after time travel, and from then on, they will start to protect me, the cute lord.

The third type of readers is extremely powerful. They will never encounter anything after traveling, and the road home will not be far away from then on.

The authors of the first type of readers are very turbulent. They will quietly board the article page, and then suppress their excitement to hook up with the little white rabbit.

The authors of the second type of readers are very helpless. They will secretly complain to those around them, and then suppress their arrogance and continue to love and hate.

The authors of the third type of readers are very depressed. They will sneak onto the page of the article, and then comment with a look of hatred.

that's all.

Well, I cheated again.It was originally posted yesterday, but it was after ten o'clock after the scolding, so I changed it to today←Although it was updated today, why is Mao so guilty......