The correct way to attack the villain

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"Would you mind telling me exactly what happened this morning that gave you the sudden idea of ​​adopting a criminal?"

In the Batcave day and night, the old housekeeper held an adoption agreement from the port orphanage in his hand, repeatedly confirming that the name of the adoptee in the agreement and the person in the old photo from ten years ago were indeed the one he knew After that, he showed a rare expression of surprise.

The man on the side who was serious about transforming the bat dart: "Yesterday you still said he was a good boy."

The old housekeeper: "You also said yesterday that he is just a criminal."

At this time, the modification step was in the final stage. The batarang was dipped into a pot of silvery liquid that was as thick as liquid metal with the instrument holding the batarang. However, at the moment of immersion, a white Smoke, an extremely unpleasant chemical smell came out of it, the old butler looked at Bruce, who looked normal in the white smoke, and silently reached out his hands to cover his mouth and nose.

Three seconds later, the instrument raised its mechanical arm again, leaving only the wreckage of a batarang on the metal clip.

Bruce looked at the wreckage of the bat dart completely melted in the pot of liquid, and then replied: "I didn't want to adopt him. These are the originals of those adoption agreements. As long as the originals are with me, those agreements are invalid."

Bruce recalled Harvey Dent who called him just now to ask him if he wanted to fight for custody. He didn't expect Harvey to be so concerned about this matter that he would keep an eye on him all the time, because it was so far away from him. Less than an hour had passed since the original adoption agreement was taken away.

His best friend actually wanted to adopt a clown, even though he knew that Song Mo would definitely not agree, he still couldn't help but want to stop him.

He habitually threw the failed product into the trash can, then picked up a bat dart and put it on the instrument again: "I just don't want others to adopt him."

The old butler stretched out his hand to disperse the last bit of smoke: "Your words sound a bit strange, young master."

"Nothing surprising." Bruce frowned. "He's a clown, Alfred. I don't trust him anywhere but beside me."

Alfred: "He's not the only villain in Gotham capable of destroying the city."

"But he is the only one related to that alien force." The man's eyes reflected the flames of the bat dart as it was being polished, "And I haven't found a way to restrain his ability so far. Maybe I should go to Xavier when I have time." School trip."

"The unknown is the scariest thing."

Alfred glanced at Bruce, turned his head to search for something in the glass cabinet where the equipment was stored, and said, "Excuse me, young master, Song Mo's ability is not harmful to you."

"He can contain all the power beyond the physical level, and I bet, in Gotham, no, in this world, there are few people who can match you after losing the external force. Even the ninja masters say that in martial arts fighting You're a genius aren't you?"

"Your abilities are like a natural partner. With his help, you can do everything in Gotham, and I don't have to worry every day that the Wayne family's inheritance will disappear inexplicably on any map. I can't even find the name. to the corner of the alley."

The old butler said, and handed Bruce Wayne the anti-virus bat mask that had just been dug out and had been accumulating dust on the bottom of the glass cabinet since it was first used to deal with scarecrows: "Or it was created by him. Chemical gas poisoning in batcaves."

Surrounded by white chemical fumes again, Bruce Wayne took a look at the old butler and the semi-finished helmet in his hand that was put together with a tight-fitting knitted hood and a gas mask when he was not skilled at the time, and finally put it on obediently. up.

"It makes me look like a bank robber." Bruce said, looking at his reflection on the metal instrument.

Alfred thought that he probably knew the reason why the hood had accumulated dust, and the old butler couldn't help but smile: "I thought you didn't care about it."

Bruce Wayne in a black robber's hood with a blue suit shirt and a dark gray vest: "Probably."

After he finished speaking, he continued to bow his head and carry out his third experiment, but the result he obtained in the end was still that the bat dart was completely corroded by the cesium-like liquid.

"Maybe it's time to find another direction." The man picked up a clean white cloth on the table and wiped his hands, then dumped all the corroded scrap iron in a trash can into the recycling device, "I can't use a Chrysoberyl opal built fleet to deal with Otto."

The experiment came to an end here, and Bruce returned to the study and began to deal with the company's affairs.Although he has handed over the management of Wayne Enterprises to Fox, as the highest chairman of Wayne Group Holdings, he must at least sign some superficial documents.

"I hope you can still remember that there is an event to attend in the evening. Mr. Dryde's World Expo, funded by the Wayne Group, Fox personally participated in the supervision, you should like it."

Alfred put an invitation letter on the corner of the table, glanced at the lunch next to him that had only moved two or three mouthfuls, glanced at the darkening sky outside the window, shook his head, picked up the dinner plate and prepared to go to the kitchen again Prepare a new dinner.

After all, he didn't want to see the news that Gotham's richest man fainted from hunger at the banquet.

The only sound left in the study is the rustling of pens writing on white paper.

The thick white documents were piled up in a pile at the corner of the desk. Bruce frowned suddenly when he was halfway through signing, and then turned back to the stack of signed documents just now. Sure enough, he found a leave note with a different material inside.

He glanced at Song Mo's signature on the leave note and his signature under the official seal, and couldn't help but press the center of his eyebrows.He thought he really needed to rest, but he didn't even notice such an obvious little movement.

The date of leave on the leave note is tomorrow, and the reason for asking for leave is to wash the boss's car.

Bruce, who has a huge self-cleaning garage, doesn't even know which car he has to wash.

The man stared at the note for a while, and finally took out his mobile phone and dialed his assistant's number.

The phone beeped several times before it was connected, and Song Mo's voice came from inside: "Boss?"

Bruce continued to bow his head to sign those documents: "Are you going to ask for leave?"

Song Mo: "Yes." He seemed to be in a convenience store, and after he finished speaking, he told the convenience store staff, "A large serving of popcorn and two cups of iced coffee, one without sugar and creamer and the other double thank you .”

"Okay, sir."

"And help me seal it with an insulated bag, or I'm afraid that the ice will melt when I get there."

"No problem, sir."

Bruce waited for a while, and didn't speak until Song Mo finished speaking: "What are you going to do?"

Song Mo said with a raised tone, "I'll wash your car."

"I have cars in three garages." Bruce put down the pen in his hand, "If you want to wash every car, I won't stop you."

"Okay, okay." Song Mo could only tell the truth, "Tomorrow is my back-to-school day, and I'm going to the academy to hand in my graduation project."

Bruce: "Xavier Academy?"

Song Mo: "Abyss College."

Bruce hasn't heard the name of this academy for about half a month since the Red Skull and Baron Zemo were ambushed, but every time he heard the name, it was accompanied by a certain disaster in Gotham, the closest one , is the return of the second generation of clowns.

He knocked on the table unconsciously, wanting to ask more detailed questions. For example, when Hydra was too busy to take care of himself, Lex Luthor was busy dealing with aliens, and now the Illuminati and the X-Men had been fighting for years, Academy of the Abyss Who is leading now.For example, whether the criminal who made the Avengers almost step into Gotham to arrest him was in that academy, or even Song Mo's graduation work.However, when it came time to speak, Bruce found that he couldn't ask.

As the boss, he doesn't seem to have the right to ask these questions, just like the message Song Mo clearly conveyed to him with his eyes in the port church in the morning.

He has no right to interfere with Song Mo's private life, even if his private life is full of various criminals related to Batman.

Probably because Bruce was silent for too long, Song Mo couldn't help asking, "Boss?"

Bruce came back to his senses: "It's okay." He looked at the leave note in his hand, "I've approved the leave for you, this is your last day of leave this month."

The tone was not very good, after all, it made him feel that he was being tricked by Song Mo's cleverness.

Song Mo's wailing came from the other end of the phone: "Today is only August [-]st!"

The boss, who had no sense of guilt, ruthlessly hung up the phone.

And he planned to send a text message to Jin Funi asking her to show Song Mo the work report for July to see if he understood how many days off he had taken last month.

However, he was only halfway through editing the text message when the phone rang again.Bruce looked at Ethan Bennett's name on the caller ID, and felt that Ethan's intentions might be the same as Harvey's.

And it turns out he was right.

"Hello, Bruce."

"Sister Mir told me that you took away the original copy of Song Mo's adoption agreement."

"You can't adopt him, absolutely not."

Bruce stood by the window sill, the sky outside the window had already darkened, his reflection reflected in the glass, the tall man frowned fiercely.

By the time Alfred came to the study, Bruce had finished all his work and was staring at a leave note in a daze.

"The exhibition will start in one hour, young master, I suggest that you bring an extra set of thick clothes when you go out. I heard that there was a five-hour artificial snowfall there at night, using Wayne Enterprises With the latest ecological simulation technology, the indoor temperature is definitely lower than you imagined."

When Alfred put the dinner in front of Bruce and was going to iron his suit again, Bruce suddenly called him: "Alfred."

The old butler turned around: "What's the matter, young master?"

Bruce put down the leave note in his hand: "Actually, your adoption proposal is not bad."

Alfred recalled: "My proposal?"

Bruce: "Sister Leslie said you consulted with her about it."

Alfred took it for granted: "Even if I don't have any expectations for your love life, I still have to make preparations in advance in case you can't even find a satisfactory heir when you need it in the future, right, Master Wayne?" After he finished speaking, he paused and added, "But I have one thing to say, I hope that moment comes as late as possible."

As if being told by the steward that he had never considered it, Bruce said: "But he is not suitable to be the heir of Wayne Enterprises."

The old butler: "You mean—"

Looking at Bruce's expression, he hesitated and said a name: "Song Mo?"

Bruce nodded: "You said that my abilities with him are like natural partners. And if I want to interfere more about him, being a boss is obviously not enough."

The old butler was silent, as if surprised that Bruce would have such an idea, and said after a while: "You will make me think that I persuaded you, young master."

Bruce: "Isn't it?"

"If I can really reverse the decisions you have made or the way you have acted with just a few words." The old butler faced Bruce Wayne with the same humble attitude as always: "Then you may even have learned to be at the meal time now." Cook myself a big meal, and I also have the opportunity to take a long vacation to travel in Asia."

"However, the truth is that not only do I feed you three times a day, keep your nerves in check, sharpen your batarangs, mend your ragged capes, maintain your Batcave's intricate equipment [-]/[-], and occasionally tinker with your bathroom Leaky floor tiles."

"And what you do every day is make me worry every minute that I'm going to be an empty nester the next hour."

Bruce Wayne: "..."

Alfred said freely: "So I think the proposal of adoption can't be better, so."

"Are you serious?"

It was quiet again in the study.

Is he serious?

Of course he—

It seemed that the butler's calm tone as always dispelled some confusion and brought Bruce back from a certain emotion. He silently glanced at the empty photo frame on the desk.

After a while, he picked up the tableware and said with a blank expression.

"just kidding."

Alfred looked at Bruce Wayne and sighed.

He walked out of the study to prepare Bruce's suit and speech for the party. When he passed the hall, he saw the huge picture frame hanging on the wall.

Wearing a retro suit, the young and handsome Mr. Wayne put his arms around the dignified but sweet-looking Mrs. Wayne, and in the middle was Bruce Wayne with a bright smile.

In fact, he wanted to propose to Bruce to adopt a child a long time ago, but he couldn't find the time, because he knew that Bruce was not ready, whether it was this or his seemingly complicated but actually blank love life, even if that happened. 17 years have passed by now.

That's why he looked so surprised when Bruce offered it just now.

Because that has always been one of the things that Bruce fears the most in his heart, because he can't do 100% to protect everything he may have, so.

He is terrified of reintegrating into a family.