[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

Bruce's words silenced the entire hallway, and Constantine's expression seemed to say "I can't live anymore".

"Should I be the one to ask this question?" Oliver said suddenly, he stretched out his hand and pushed Bruce away, and the latter retreated, stood beside Tony, and stepped aside, "It's not your time yet."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Bruce, his eyes were irritated.

Tony muttered, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his nose, he felt extremely uncomfortable because of this situation, his whole body was uncomfortable, he must be insane to still stand here, sandwiched between Bruce and Oliver To be a human baffle——

Maybe this is the sad end of making bad friends by mistake.

And Constantine's original loose emotions disappeared. He straightened his spine and straightened the cuffs of his windbreaker, but he didn't dare to look at Bruce.

The expression on Oliver's face was restrained, he became calm and steady, his shoulders were slightly tense, his eyes were dangerous, he was no longer the same as he was fighting with Tony before, and he could vaguely see the tenacity and cruelty that Green Arrow should have.

Those eases peeled off from his body, no one would dare to despise him at this moment, even if he didn't wear the Green Arrow suit - this is a hunter who maintains law and order in Star City, it is he who has achieved the relative Stable Star City.

Oliver's rather childish side was only shown in front of people he thought were worthy of being friends. At other times, he was far less unreliable than Connor said. This was just a joke among family members. I don't want to test whether his arrows are really sharp.

But now, he frowned, realizing something.

Neither Tony nor Bruce showed any surprise at the change in his temperament, because this appearance was also Oliver in their memory, that bloody and cruel hunter.

And Atar didn't understand what happened before, and what agreement Oliver reached with Bruce, he just used the intuition of a small animal to keenly feel the unusual atmosphere at the moment, as if something was about to happen because of him. Happened right now.

Tony turned sideways uneasily... He admitted that he made a mistake this time, and he shouldn't have called Atar here in a roundabout way, which rekindled the war between Oliver and Bruce, who had been at peace for a while...

Of course, Bruce still couldn't see any expression, but Oliver had already shown it clearly.

Atal opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Oliver had already taken out his phone and dialed a number, and was connected after only a few rings.

"Well, is that Roy?" he said. "Are you free?"

Atal was taken aback when he heard Roy's name, not knowing what Oliver was going to do.

"Yes," Oliver turned and glanced at Atar, which put Atar on alert, "...Yes, come to the bar, um, pick your brother back."

"—Wait a minute!" Attar struck out suddenly, he stretched out his hand to hold Oliver's wrist, pulled his phone down a little, and the whole person fell on his elbow, trying to grab the phone, "I don't want Go back now!"

He has the right to be on the scene too!Why send him away!

Moreover, Atar has an intuition that Constantine did not tell him all the information about some things.

And judging from his reaction to seeing Bruce, there is a high probability that he can no longer hide anything, he can't lie in front of Batman.

——Even if you lie, you will be found out soon.

Oliver was in a hurry to deal with his little assistant's disturbance, and he immediately explained: "——I will tell you! I never thought of hiding it from you!"

Atal let go of his hand slowly and believed Oliver, because the other party didn't seem like the type who would lie to him about it.

"Attar." But suddenly, someone called his name in a low voice.

Atal turned around to look at the source of the speech in a daze, and saw clearly the face of this man whom he clearly didn't recognize, but felt vaguely familiar with.

He failed to match the face with the name "Bruce Wayne" at the first moment.

Bruce was standing quietly beside Tony, and you could clearly feel the unusual aura of this man.

It immediately attracted Atar's attention like a magnet, making him unable to take his eyes off the other person easily, forgetting that he was leaning close to his guardian Oliver like a little squirrel, separated from him some distance.

Atar stared at this face, carefully described it with his eyes, and felt a sense of déjà vu coming to his heart, but he couldn't figure out where he had seen this face for a while... He must have seen it, it was only a short distance away, this face Once you see a face, you will never forget it, and he will remember it.

He picked out the other person's facial features to look at, and then felt dazed because of that strange sense of intimacy.

...older and more mature than the face he'd seen, so much so that he didn't recognize it right away, because Jason had disguised it for him once.

—the face that belonged to Batman Bruce Wayne.

It's like two unrelated words are suddenly connected.

And as if touched by his eyes, Bruce's fingers hanging by his side moved, as if grabbing a handful of air.

"You are..." Atal tightened his hand holding Oliver's arm, and said tentatively, "Bruce..."

But at the next moment, Oliver pushed him back, interrupted his unfinished sentence, stood between the two, and said to the other end of the phone in a hard tone: "Roy, hurry up!" Come on, I won't wait for you too long."

If in the past, Roy would have blown up in an instant if he was ordered by Oliver on the phone in such a tone, he would throw off the phone.

But at this moment, even he on the other side of the phone felt a little unusual, so Atar heard Roy on the other end of the phone respond in a low voice: "...OK."

Oliver hung up the phone, touched Atar's head, then pushed his shoulder to make him turn around, and said without hesitation: "Go back, it's late."

In fact, the Green Arrows do not belong to the type of "I am for your own good, so you don't need to know everything, just let me protect you". Oliver just doesn't intend to let Atar hear those cruel words that are intuitively described .

Since Constantine is obviously not one to use euphemisms, he would have relayed it to him himself if he could.

—in a filtered, more gentle way.

And there are some quarrels and disputes that belong to adults, and there is no need for Atar to participate in them.

Just half an hour before Atar and the others arrived, Oliver had a conversation with Bruce.

Oliver doesn't think that the gene is related to Bruce. He just provided a genetic sequence, and Atar's life will be taken over by Green Arrow, and the bats don't need to participate. He is not qualified to tell Oliver here.

But Bruce gave him a reason that Oliver couldn't refuse—

That was three years ago, and he still remembered the details of this dream.

Bruce came to a strange town in his sleep, where he was trapped in a room, and beside him stood four illusory shadows, which he could recognize, were his children, could not see clearly Facial features, body shape shaken by the wind.

This feeling is very strange, as if your consciousness has entered someone's dream, you know very well that you are not the protagonist here, you can only be a bystander, Bruce doesn't know why he is here, so he just keeps silent.

He stood in front of the door panel, observing this twisted town against human aesthetics through the dirty window, quietly waiting for the dream to wake up.

Then, with the sound of running, a stumbling figure appeared. He approached the door and put his hand on the door panel.

Bruce looked at him, the face of the person who appeared was covered with blood, and the specific facial features could not be seen clearly, but he had a vague feeling that they seemed to have a connection, but the other party interrupted his meditation.

"—"

He couldn't hear what the other person was saying, he could only feel the eyes hidden under the dirt, with sadness and fear, as if silently praying.

... Please, help me.He seemed to be saying something like this.

Contrary to his fragile expression, the breath on his body is very dangerous, which is the intuition of Batman in Bruce's body.

So, Bruce said, "Sorry, you crossed the line."

It's just a dream...

He said quietly to himself, but even so, he would not let such a dangerous person enter his safe zone.

Then, he watched the bloody figure froze, and dragged his body away wearily, only to realize that he was so young, still belonged to the scope of a child, and gradually disappeared.

Soon, Bruce woke up from the dream, but he could never forget the dream, it was too real.

He's investigated a lot, and what Constantine knows, Batman knows no less than he does.

So a vague guess floated in Bruce's heart...

When the body was asleep and hadn't been successfully awakened by the League of Assassins, whether the consciousness still existed, and then sent him a signal for help.

And Bruce turned him down.

……

Bruce obviously agreed with Oliver's thoughts, he looked at Atal without saying a word, and didn't say a word about it.

"We could talk about this all day long," said Oliver, his posture calm, "but go to the door now, Roy will be here in a minute."

Attar was staggered by his push, and then Constantine took a step back and caught him. His hand drew a few strokes on Atar's palm, which was a hint——

He looked up at Konstantin in surprise, who raised an eyebrow at him, obviously, he will come to him at some point.

"Okay, let's talk in the morning." Atal said thoughtfully, and he left Constantine's embrace, "You should come back early to rest, Oliver, it's getting late."

He walked towards the exit, feeling a line of sight still nailed to his back, like a notch that cannot be ignored, it was an astonishingly silent force.

Atar walked to the door step by step, and when he was about to walk out of the corridor, his steps stopped.

He turned his head and met Bruce's gaze, but the latter did not move away from the collision of gazes. His calm eyes were like the deepest starry sky and ocean, full of a strange sense of tolerance, and even, he was surprised to find guilt.

Under such gazes, his heart trembled slightly, as if some seedlings had broken out of their shells under the soil.

"—By the way, um..." Atar coughed and cleared his throat, "...we can talk tomorrow afternoon."

Their eyes were all on Atar, and several beams were full of confusion, not knowing who the words were addressed to, and Bruce received his signal immediately.

Atal felt the anxious feeling of thirst welling up in his heart again, but unlike usual, he felt a little nervous, so that his palms were sweating a little, and his cheeks had an unfamiliar heat.

The sense of emptiness with both feet hanging in the air slowly hovered in the bottom of my heart, like the flapping sound of a bird's wings breaking through the air.

But he tried his best to calm down, and didn't reveal any more tense details——

The initiative is still with him.

Then, Attar stretched out his hand, pointed to his face, and looked directly at Bruce: "...Have you considered this?"

Have you thought about how this is handled?

What are you going to do?

In his sight, Bruce nodded slowly.

He came to Star City, in fact, this matter itself is enough to show that he has made a decision.

"So call me tomorrow afternoon," Attar said. He didn't give his number, but he knew that with Bruce's ability, he wanted to get it easily. reason."

A reason for a decision?

Reasons for refusing or accepting help?

They won't know until tomorrow afternoon, because Bruce has surprisingly ceded the option this time.

This subverts Tony's impression a bit. It seems that Bruce can't be said to be a good parent.

After Atar finished speaking, he turned around and left, walking briskly without any hesitation.

Only a few adults in the corridor were left standing in place. Oliver didn't know what he was thinking. Tony peeked at his expression, but didn't see any dissatisfaction in him. Similarly, Bruce's expression was still very stable. .

On the contrary, Tony, an outsider, was restless and his eyes drifted, as if he was about to face this kind of Shura field.

After a while, Tony took off the mechanical device on his wrist irritably, and blurted out some words held in his heart:

"...Let's do this, don't worry about it." He waved his hand and said.

"I can still afford Atar, and he looks very well-behaved. I have a good impression of him."

"—so leave it to me, I'll take good care of him, come to New York if you want him, okay?"