[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

"If you don't want to talk about it, you can tell me directly."

This sentence made Brody's movements pause.

He finally stopped pretending to wipe the stains that were clearly indelible, and tried to wipe them for the rest of his life, and raised his lowered head.

Brody's eyes drifted away at first because of guilt, but in the end he moved back firmly and looked at his brother.

"Well..." He opened his mouth, trying to organize his words, "Where should I start..."

Bruce: "Why don't we start today."

Brody: "..." Bruce was as crisp and sharp as ever.

He coughed dryly and wiped his nose, feeling shy.

Of course, it's not that Brody doesn't want to talk about his feelings with his family. In fact, he is quite willing to share it with his family. The reaction before was just because Brody wasn't ready.

After all, what happened today was a little too unbelievable for Brody. He himself had just sorted out his messy and unable to think mind when he faced Superman, and he was not ready to talk about it with his family at all. mental preparation for the event.

Hearing Bruce say something like this all of a sudden, Brody inevitably reacted a little bit strongly because he was being talked out of his mind.

But now that he had been noticed—although Brody never figured out how—Brody didn't intend to hide it.

"Ahem," he coughed a few more times, looking at Bruce's face, and said, "About me and Karl..."

Bruce remained calm the whole time - in fact, he listened to what Brody said with a blank expression, only his brow twitched occasionally.

Bruce straightened his lips when he heard Brody say that when he was alone with Superman, the atmosphere between the two gradually had a wonderful reaction.

After hearing Brody say that he and Superman had confessed their hearts to each other, Bruce's jawline tightened and his brow furrowed.

Although Bruce Batman, Gotham playboy, and billionaire Wayne maintained a calm appearance on the surface, his inner emotions were surging like a stormy sea.

If one could look carefully, one might find that his pupils dilated slightly, and even showed a trace of bewilderment after shock.

It can only be said that Brody is too good to fry.

Bruce actually didn't expect to hear this kind of thing at all. He would ask that question before, just because he discovered that Brody's name for Superman had changed, and his attitude towards Superman seemed to have become closer than before. some.

Brody's cover-up was not ineffective, at least Bruce felt a little subtle, but he just thought they had become pretty good friends.

Sometimes, however, wonderful misunderstandings arise.

Because of Bruce's experience of living among thousands of flowers without any leaves touching his body, Brody thought that his brother could see the relationship between him and Superman through his experience, so he only struggled a little, and said it out neatly.

Bruce was caught off guard when he heard the news——

Brody Wayne.

Confess.

superman.

The connection of these words even stunned Bruce for a few seconds.

Bruce Wayne: "..."

His lips moved, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat, unable to speak at all.

His younger brother was still looking at him, waiting for his reaction, but he didn't hide the anticipation and anxiety in his eyes.

After all, Brody has always known that his brother Bruce Wayne's impression of Superman...is always at a very subtle level, neither liking nor disgusting.

Bruce: "...I see."

Brody: "?" There was obvious doubt in his eyes, and he didn't quite understand whether his brother's reaction was acceptable or not.

Bruce stood up and said, "It's getting late today, you should go to bed early, Brody."

Brody opened his mouth slightly and watched blankly as Bruce turned and went upstairs and left the living room.

So...is this accepted?

Brody thought uncertainly.

……

When Bruce returned to the study, Alfred was sorting out the materials. After hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up at Bruce, pushed his glasses, and said with a little surprise, "I thought you'd have to wait a while before coming up."

Bruce was silent.

Alfred sensed something was wrong from his reaction.

"If you want to say something, my lord," said Alfred, "I'd be more than happy to be the listener."

The old housekeeper did not stay in the living room, on the one hand because there were some matters that he needed to deal with, on the other hand, he deliberately left space for the brothers.

Bruce just sat back in the chair behind the desk in silence, crossed his fingers against his chin, and looked forward, but Alfred didn't need a test to see that his master was definitely distracted.

The old butler raised his eyebrows.

So what the hell was this talking about that brought Bruce into this state?

After about a while, Bruce said in a low voice: "Ah Fu."

Alfred responded, and it seemed that his master had finally come to his senses and returned to his original state... er, at least more than half of it.

"Brody has someone he likes." Bruce said concisely.

"This is really a surprising and gratifying thing," said Alfred, "so you were just thinking about the young master's love affair? If you are willing to listen to some advice, I think you can give me some advice on this matter." The young master is free enough..."

Bruce: "Brody confessed to him, that is to say, they have become lovers."

Alfred noticed the important point in this sentence, but he did not show any negative reactions like disapproval, but calmly and naturally changed what he originally planned to say from 'lovely woman' to ' handsome man'.

"If the young master needs help, what we can do is tell him where he can date, oh, of course, young people always want to be intimate, maybe you can use your rich knowledge..."

"Ah Fu," Bruce interrupted the old butler again, his gaze fell on Mr. Butler, and he said without any ups and downs, "That man is Superman."

Alfred: "..."

This time, the old butler didn't continue talking.

The study room fell into a delicate atmosphere of silence.

Bruce: "..."

Alfred: "..."

The two looked at each other.

Alfred: "well—"

He considered his words, and said slowly, "I have to say, this object surprised me..."

Bruce raised his hand and kneaded the bridge of his nose, showing a somewhat irritable expression.

Bruce doesn't think Superman is the perfect romantic partner, if he's being honest.

As for why Bruce felt that way, it was easy to understand.

Bruce is skeptical about whether Superman is an Earthling.

Bruce has been in contact with mutants, so he understands that even mutants want to achieve the physique and abilities of Superman. If Superman is really not a human on Earth, many problems will arise after a long time.

Will Superman return to his planet in the future, will his lifespan be similar to that of humans, and so on.

In addition, Superman's comings and goings are too secretive. If Superman disappears, Bruce doubts who can find him.

What finally upset Bruce was what a superhero represented.

This is a very heavy word.

If one day, Superman dies...

Bruce's eyes became complicated.

The longer Batman hangs around Gotham, the more he understands the price one pays when trying to maintain order, and he understands that even though his family is willing to support his actions, it doesn't mean they won't cause harm.

In the future, maybe Brody will face the pain of losing his family again. Bruce is unwilling and can't bear to see that Brody may have to accept his lover passing away in the same way.

Even if there was only a slight possibility, it would be too cruel for Brody.

"Do you disagree?" He heard Alfred ask softly.

Bruce was silent for a long time before whispering: "...I don't know."

"Then," Alfred paused for a moment, thinking, "maybe you can observe for a while before making a decision."

……

The door of the bathroom was opened, Brody raised his hand and wiped his hair casually with a towel. After there were no more drops of water at the end of the hair, he put the towel on the hook casually, and walked out.

Not long after, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to fiddle with his mobile phone.

He unlocked the password lock, subconsciously clicked into the contacts, and then realized that he did not have Superman's contact information.

In fact, it’s not like there’s no contact information… Brody scratched his cheek, but said that he’s different from ordinary people. Others have to use mobile phones and other contact tools. If he wants to contact Superman…

Just call out the person's name.

——How does it feel like summoning a Pokemon?

Brody couldn't help but sneered at the thought that came to his mind.

While thinking wildly, he opened the browser, entered the word, and after pressing the search button, hundreds of pages of search results popped up.

Brody paused.

This kind of behavior seems familiar...

It didn't take long for Brody to remember the last time he'd done this, probably when he'd been vaguely aware of his own half-clear thoughts.

Superman...

Carl Eyre.

Brody pronounced the name silently, raised his hand to touch his lips, and slowly closed his eyes.

The feeling of being surrounded by warm breath seemed to emerge again, making the body feel a strange yet familiar trembling.

"!!"

Brody opened his eyes suddenly, with a look of embarrassment in his eyes. He felt awkwardly and stiffly the sense of existence under his body that could not be ignored.

After not being stimulated, the place quickly returned to calm, and Brody let out a long sigh of relief.

At least... ahem, at least he's the only one in this room.

Brody tossed and turned that night, until the early morning when the sky was slightly cooler, the excitement finally faded away, allowing him to fall asleep.

Being in love is a very novel experience for Brody Wayne.

In his last life, he left that world before he had time to fall in love, and in this life, he fell into a coma again. Although his brother has experienced many battles, Brody Wayne is really a virgin.

Whether it is mentally or physically, it belongs to the kind of virgin.

Bruce Wayne would never bring those women to the manor, and he rarely showed that playboy look in front of Brody, and because of Brody's body, whether it was Bruce or Alfred Dedu didn't teach him about intimacy.

Even though Superman's experience is not too much, it is enough to make Brody throw away his helmet and armor in front of him.

Because of going to bed too late, Brody didn't get up until noon that day. After eating lunch in a daze, he sat on the sofa in a daze for a while, and then remembered to pick up the medical book to read.

Bruce, who also slept in, was reading the newspaper aside.

The news on the front page is nothing too novel. Gotham is relatively calm recently. After a quick scan, Bruce was about to open the next page when he heard a very light laugh.

Bruce: "..."

He was holding the newspaper, and out of the corner of his eye fell on Brody.

The corners of Brody's mouth curled up, obviously smiling, but he didn't make any loud noises, except for what seemed to be an inadvertent sound just now, and he just maintained this smiling appearance.

Bruce looked away and continued to read the newspaper.

After a while, the eyes of the man who seemed to be still reading the newspaper fell imperceptibly on his brother again.

The smile on Brody's face still didn't disappear, and he was still in the same state as before, except that occasionally the corners of his mouth became more obvious because of thinking of something, and he quickly concentrated on continuing to read the medical book.

Bruce Wayne: "..."

Mr. Wayne, who had never had a one-night stand, couldn't help but wonder if this was the case for everyone who fell in love.

But it also tells Bruce one thing, that Brody really likes Superman now.

Otherwise, there would be no such smiles and eyes.

It's like... the way my mother used to look when she thought of her father.

That kind of sweetness, even if it appeared on Brody's face, would not make people feel feminine, but only a beautiful smile.

……

Probably everyone who is in a relationship can't help but want to share this feeling with someone close to him. If Brody was hesitant and unprepared at the beginning, then after he confessed to his family, This feeling became irresistible.

So he said this when his friend dialed the video.

"in love?"

Tony raised his eyebrows, looked at the smile on Brody's face, swirled the liquid in his glass, and said casually, "Wow, I think the only thing that surprised me a little bit was the other party's gender, as for other--"

Tony shrugged.

He was not like Brody, who had also been in contact with countless women, and Tony Stark, a playboy whose one-night stand was almost the norm in his daily life, could not understand Brody's over-excited state.

But Tony didn't say it out, but changed the topic, and the originally casual tone became more serious.

"Have a good time, honey," he said, and chuckled again, a little nervously, "do you want me to tell you about some bed accessories, like a more comfortable condom?"

Brody: "..."

The tips of the ears hidden under the short black hair turned slightly red, and he coughed a few times, but out of male curiosity, he couldn't help but ask, "So you've used it a lot?"

Tony raised his eyebrows, and said lazily: "No, I don't use those very much, my ability is enough to make those women addicted."

Brody: "Then why did you say you want to introduce..."

Tony smirked. "I just thought you probably needed those."

Brody: "..."

He gave Tony the middle finger, and hung up the video chat amid Tony's wanton laugh.

At this time, just one day had passed since Brody left the singles.

It was about three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and when Brody finished chatting with his friend, thinking angrily that he didn't need those things at all, he received a text message from another friend.

[Are you free in the afternoon? ——FromClark]

Brody typed:

[Of course, what's wrong? ]

[There are some things I want to talk to you about. ——FromClark]

Brody agreed to Clark's invitation, and after talking to Alfred, he left Wayne Manor.

After getting out of the car, Brody first saw where his friend Clark was.

Despite the crowds around him, Clark was tall enough to stand out from the crowd and notice him immediately.

"Hey, Clark!"

He ran to Clark, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, smiling and calling out his friend's name.

Clark pushed his glasses, smiled at him, and said gently, "You seem to be in a good mood."

"You're right!" Brody said with a smile.

He felt that his mood would last for a while, and his body could become normal with the help of the Rubik's Cube—even though it was only on the surface—even if he ran like just now, he would not vomit blood. Brody was in a good mood one of the reasons.

Another thing that keeps him in such a happy mood is that the person he likes also likes him, and has a relationship with him as a lover.

"So, what are you trying to say to me?" Brody asked.

Clark didn't answer his question, but looked up and looked around before lowering his head and asking him, "Do you hate ice cream?"

Brody shook his head.

Clark: "I know one of them tastes good, let's go there first."

Brody tilted his head to stare at Clark, and finally nodded.

The two of them walked forward with the crowd, and there were many people around, but Brody didn't feel that kind of crowded feeling, because Clark paid great attention to this throughout the whole process, not letting the people around him squeeze Brody.

The ice cream shop that Clark mentioned was doing very well, and there was a long queue, and Clark asked Brody to take a seat—the reason given was to take a seat, so that they would not all go to the queue and there would be no empty seats— ——I stood in that long queue.

weather is hot.

Brody sat on his seat, propped his chin and looked at Clark in the team, with doubts in his eyes.

He was a little curious about what Clark was trying to say.

However, he did not rush to urge Clark.

After all, there is nothing wrong with hanging out with friends.