[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

Bat cave.

You can vaguely see the sound of bats flying in the air. If your eyesight is good enough, you may be able to see them open their mouths and make a cry. Although the human ear cannot receive this ultrasonic wave, the sound of their flapping wings Also be able to detect their arrival.

A bat folded its wings and stood upside down on the top, looking at the human male with small black eyes.

"Don't forget to bring this, sir." Afu handed the helmet in his hand to Bruce, and Bruce put it on after taking it. The thin lips exposed under the mask were opened and closed, and the voice was deliberately lowered, appearing rough and hoarse:

"Of course I won't forget, it's part of the bat after all."

The old butler smiled. He took a step back, staring at the 'symbol' ready to appear under the night sky in Gotham, "I hope to see that you are safe and sound when you come back."

"I try my best."

As Batman said so, he turned around and strode towards the Batmobile, opened the body and sat in it. With the rumbling sound of the engine, the Batmobile disappeared into the cave along the exit. The old butler stood there and watched for a while, until even After hearing no sound, he left the cave.

The next day, when it was almost noon, Alfred went upstairs with food, Brody followed behind him with a fresh newspaper in his hand, and little Brian twisted his chubby little Buttocks, with front paws grabbing the stairs, stepping back and trying to climb up the stairs, following closely with its master.

Bruce, who just came back in the early morning, lay face down on the bed, his face buried in the pillow, and the quilt that only covered his waist exposed his naked strong back, but the criss-cross scars on it were also very conspicuous.When Brody and the others walked in, Bruce's head moved. He obviously heard footsteps, but his head never lifted from the pillow.

Bruce stays in bed, always seems to be able to pretend that he didn't hear anything, and continue to sleep as if nothing happened.

But this doesn't work all the time.

Half a minute later, there was the sound of something being put on the table, and the aroma of food diffused in the air, and finally got into Bruce's nose.

After about tens of seconds, there was the sound of the door being gently closed.

Even in a drowsy sleep, Bruce could still feel that he was not alone in the room, and there was another familiar breathing sound. He closed his eyes, waiting for someone to play a prank next.

However, after waiting for several minutes, Bruce still didn't wait for the movement he thought there would be.

Bruce: "..."

He moved his fingers next to the pillow, waited for another minute, and didn't even realize that he was completely out of sleep. Finally, he sighed deeply, rubbed the fluffy and soft pillow again, and then, for the first time, took the initiative Woke up.

With his hands propped on the bed, he exerted a little force, his arm muscles swelled, and he changed from sleeping on his stomach to sitting on the bed, and his eyes fell on the other person in the room.

Brody was sitting upright, staring at Bruce without blinking. After seeing him looking over, he raised Brian's little front paw in his arms and waved to his brother, "Good afternoon, Bruce——"

"Look, I didn't wake you up even though the sun was already on your butt this time."

The man raised his hand to brush up the broken hair that had fallen to his forehead, and said hoarsely, "Should I still thank you—" After a pause, he hummed a slightly rising low ending sound from his nasal cavity.

"Ok?"

"You don't have to thank me," Brody said solemnly, as if he didn't realize that his brother was laughing at him. "Tolerating my wayward brother is what I should do."

Bruce glanced at him lazily, lifted his legs and got off the bed, went to the bathroom after finishing his breakfast, and when he came out of the bathroom after washing and walked towards the closet, he heard the sound of newspapers being flipped behind him.

"Cough." The dry cough seemed to be deliberately trying to draw Bruce's attention to the movement.

Bruce didn't turn around, but it was as if part of his attention was always on Brody, and Brody seemed to know that his brother was actually paying attention to what he was doing, so he held up the open newspaper to In front of his eyes, read out the contents slowly.

"Batman—"

It is not uncommon to use this title as the beginning. Batman appeared in Gotham last night and defeated a bunch of criminal gangs. It is normal for the news media to report it.

"—Suspected of using biological and chemical weapons, accused by arrested criminals"

Bruce paused when he changed his shirt, and the clear voice continued to read:

"Last night, the crime-fighting Batman we know reappeared in the skies over Gotham, destroying a drug deal, and the cops who arrived saw only criminals chained together and unable to move. .Different from the past, this time the criminals were all in a coma and did not have obvious signs of fighting as usual, which surprised the police. When the criminals woke up, they all complained to the police About Batman's use of bioweapons—"

"They described it as a smell that broke through the bottom line of human tolerance and could not be described in words. They even thought they were going to die at the time, and they only knew that when their consciousness went dark, they didn't know anything."

"They believe that Batman's weapon has violated human rights, and they must protest that Batman is running rampant with Gotham with such biological and chemical weapons."

Bruce turned around when he was dressed.

Swah——

The newspaper was closed abruptly, revealing the pair of clear blue eyes blinking expectantly at the back, with pride in it: "You used the gadget I made!"

Bruce walked over, raised his hand to hold Brody's head, rubbed it casually, then retracted it, and continued to walk out of the bedroom, leaving only a low and concise response.

"Yes."

Brody straightened his frizzy hair, rolled up the newspaper and put it in his pocket, picked up Brian, and followed him. Given his walking speed, he probably couldn't keep up. , but Brody followed.

So the old butler passing by the living room saw Brody, who was following Bruce's buttocks, whispering, his voice drifted into the old butler's ears, including Bruce's casual response.

"I thought your 'yes' was perfunctory, Bruce."

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"But I really felt three points of casualness, three points of perfunctory, and one point of dismissing me."

"so--"

Bruce stopped, turned around, looked at Brody, raised his eyebrows slightly, "What do you want me to say?"

Brody opened his mouth, then closed it again, then opened his mouth again under Bruce's sight, and closed it again, finally raised his jaw slightly, slapped Brian into Bruce's arms, and muttered: "Whatever you say."

Brian, who was suddenly moved, tilted his head, "Wow!"

The old housekeeper: "Cough." He really couldn't see it anymore, and couldn't help reminding his master, stop teasing him, someone is about to explode.

Bruce and Afu looked at each other, then looked at Brody again, with a smile in his eyes.

"The gadget you gave me is very useful, Brody," he said not slowly, as if deliberately letting a young man with pricked ears hear every word he said, with a deep voice With imperceptible tenderness.

"It helped me."

Brody: "..."

He didn't say a word, and wanted to continue to keep a straight face, saying that he didn't care to hear such words at all, but the corners of his mouth were already curled up in disregard of his master's wishes.

Suffer, bad——

I can't help it.

Brody immediately snatched Brian back from Bruce's arms and buried his face in the furry body of his dog, trying to hide the growing smile.

He doesn't care for compliments at all—

It's definitely not because you don't get compliments to sulk!

Absolutely, yes, no, yes!

Swah——

A black shadow flashed across the air, and the man running on the ground showed panic. When he felt the figure getting closer and closer to him, the panic on his face was covered with ruthlessness. He gritted his teeth and ran another corner. Suddenly, it stopped.

His chest heaved violently, he clenched the gun in his hand, and stared at the front. After the man wearing the terrifying mask appeared, his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Ahhhhhhhhh—" he screamed, pulling the trigger desperately.

laugh--

There was a sound of piercing the flesh | the man's pupils suddenly dilated, and he lowered his head slowly, looking at the dagger that had been stabbed into his abdomen. Under his sight, the dagger was pulled out without hesitation, and stabbed again. go in.

"Bat...bat..."

He murmured, and with a bang, his body fell backwards.

The black shadow standing in front of the man didn't move, but just played with the blood-stained dagger, until the black shadow noticed that the body of the man lying on the ground moved, and the skin exposed outside the clothes turned a strange green, then turned and left.

After about a few minutes, a shaky figure with obviously out-of-proportion limbs came out from the corner, and after reaching a place where there were people, he pounced on it.

"what--"

Screams resounded in the street, and all the people wandering on the street, whether it was a woman waiting to sell her body for money, or a gangster who was extorting money, all stared in a certain direction dumbfounded.

In their sight, the dark green monster with swollen and elongated limbs and disgusting skin with pustules raised its head. It was almost three meters tall, and its face could not be seen clearly because of those pustules. Only the bright red pupils could be noticed.

It screamed strangely, grabbed the man who was attacked by it, fell into a coma, and his neck was still bleeding, lifted it up to the top of his head, and was about to throw it out——

"Oh!"

A kick from its back directly interrupted its action, and before it could react, it crossed its shoulder and took away the man in its hand.

Batman put the man down, looked around, his voice was hoarse as if gravel were rubbing against his throat: "For your lives, it's best to get out of the way—"

He left such a sentence, strode forward, and stood in front of the monster, the brows under the mask were deeply frowned, and he looked at the cloudy eyes full of tyranny, cruelty, and no reason at all.