"Bruce, oh no, Batman, smile, your expression is too stiff."
Russell glanced at the photo. Bruce looked serious under the lens. Coupled with the not-so-bright lighting in the intensive care room, half of his face was covered in shadow, so that his facial features were clearly defined, giving him a sense of coldness, arrogance, and aloofness.
It was obviously a bed-wetting photo, but it was transformed into a fashionable and impurity trend cover by Bruce's good looks and temperament.
For those who didn’t know, I thought this would be next year’s popular model!
"..."
It is impossible to laugh. Bruce said that the clown didn't even make him laugh, not to mention Russell's weak language.
"Bruce, the more serious your face is, the more real the photo is. But on the other hand, if you smile like a fool, others will definitely not believe that the person in the photo is you. After all, Batman is cold.
The image has already been deeply rooted in people's hearts, right?"
Russell spoke earnestly, but Bruce remained unmoved. He just curled the corners of his mouth slightly to make his face no longer so stern.
Okay, that’s ridiculous!
Russell silently gave a thumbs up, just a slight smile that raised the corner of his mouth, and the scene changed instantly.
Just like the serious host who tells pornographic jokes and tells jokes, comedy is not just about exaggerated expressions, but the contrast brought by the cold face is amazing.
After clicking through hundreds of photos, Russell wondered whether he should go one step further and use scissor hands or something.
But when I saw that Bruce's face was as dark as water and on the verge of explosion, I decided to give him some time to buffer and ask for posing next time.
The future is long, don’t rush to become fat in one bite!
"Death Knell, if you've had enough trouble, leave quickly. This is the clown's territory. Leave here and make whatever trouble you want."
"real?"
"..."
It doesn’t look like it’s true!
Russell curled his lips, raised his hand on Bruce's shoulder, and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Just now you said the anti-Deathstroke armor, can I understand that you don't know what happened in Los Angeles and Beach City?"
"What happened?" Bruce frowned, his intuition telling him that this matter was important.
"It's nothing. I recently learned a very powerful trick. I can share my life force with others and heal their injuries."
Russell said seriously: "Your injuries are very serious. It will probably take 50 years of my life to heal them all."
"I'm not stupid, don't fool me with this nonsense."
"Okay, the treatment cost is 100 million US dollars, is there any problem?"
Bruce frowned when he heard this: "It's so cheap, do you have other ideas?"
"..."
Poverty limited Russell's imagination and limited his communication skills. He didn't want to say anything more to Bruce, so he slapped him in the face and knocked the pretentious man off the bed to the ground.
"hiss!"
Bruce felt a warm energy pouring into his body, instantly occupying his limbs, damaged muscles and nerves, and completing subversive changes in the blink of an eye.
A new look!
Not only the back position, but also the hidden injuries and strains caused by years of fighting and exercise are also recovering under the impact of this energy.
"This... what kind of power is this?"
Bruce stood up on the spot and couldn't wait to pump his fists and kicks. His body full of vitality brought him a steady stream of power.
It feels like never before, he is stronger than before!
"The team is an indispensable force, just think of it as a superpower."
Although the matters in Los Angeles and Beach City could not be hidden for long, Russell still wanted to cover it up for a while. It would be best to let Batman say a few harsh words and give him a chance to show off and slap him in the face.
However, it didn't happen. Bruce took a deep look at Russell: "You know that I will develop the 'Anti-Death Knell Armor', so you deliberately concealed my strength in the last fight and wanted to see me make a fool of myself for the second time, right?"
Russell shook his head decisively: "No, you just learned the moves recently, and your anti-Death Knell armor is still the strongest!"
Bruce snorted coldly, rummaged around the room, found a serious hospital gown, put it on, and walked quickly to the corridor window with Russell.
"Do you have any plans for the current chaotic Gotham?" Russell asked as he walked, wanting to hear how professionals planned the situation.
"Create fear!"
"Is it okay to show off?"
Bruce ignored Russell's nonsense and told his plan: "The Joker has gone to find Bane. These two men are both unscrupulous lunatics, but they have one thing in common, they both want to destroy Gotham."
Russell nodded: "I understand. What you mean is that they will join forces to form an anti-Bat alliance."
"No, what I mean is that dirty bombs are currently safe and there is no risk of detonation."
Bruce glanced at Russell and continued: "They are all extremely confident and paranoid people. After defeating me, a great enemy, their confidence will be further transformed into arrogance. They will not give up the opportunity to destroy Gotham to others, so
The possibility of an alliance is slim."
"I understand, they will fight over the dirty bomb!"
"No, they are madmen, but not fools. The possibility of fighting is very low."
"..."
Russell narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that what he said was right, but Bruce deliberately opposed and suppressed him in order to show off his IQ.
"I don't know who will end up with the dirty bomb, but a negotiation is inevitable. Two guys with high IQs will compete with each other. During this period, Gotham is safe."
Batman continued: "My general plan is to control the TV station first, then light up the Bat-Light, and defeat the madmen in the city hall with thunder. Advertise it widely through the TV station, inject confidence in the victory of the Gotham police and citizens, and at the same time give other people...
The criminals bring psychological pressure, so that they dare not act rashly, and then they are removed bit by bit."
"Sounds easy?"
"Not easy!"
Batman retorted as usual, and then said: "I need a lot of information. Only by deepening the details can we reduce the risk of plan failure."
Russell pouted: "Collecting intelligence will take a long time. By the time you finish collecting intelligence, ten dirty bombs will have been exploded."
Bruce snorted coldly and showed a calm smile that showed his wisdom: "There is no need for me to collect information, my butler Afu has already taken care of it. I believe in his ability and will not let me down."
"You're not afraid of him being caught and locked up. After all, your identity has been exposed a long time ago, and the villains have no reason to leave him alone."
"I believe Ah Fu, he will never..."
Bruce seemed to have heard some joke and turned his head in disdain. He glanced at the single room at the end of the corridor and was shocked: "Eh, Ah Fu?"
This was the first time Russell saw Bruce showing a surprised look. He was wearing Batman's vest instead of a wealthy second-generation vest. He immediately laughed and said: "That's too much. There are never absolutes in the world. It's a slap in the face!"
"
Bruce ignored Russell and rushed into the single room anxiously. He shook the unconscious butler in his arms and said angrily, "Afu, why are you here? Damn it, who beat you like this?"
After hearing about the name of the Wayne family's butler for a long time, plus Bruce's boast, Russell had been fascinated for a long time. He walked up to Lushan to see the true face of Lushan. At first glance, he felt bad.
The man held in Bruce's arms was wearing a bat suit. His thin body could not hold up the suit, which was indescribably funny.
Russell's expression changed unpredictably. Looking at Bruce who was so distraught and angry that he might run away at any time, his expression also became funny.
He looks very familiar, exactly the same as the person he just beat!
Russell:〣(??﹏??)〣
Oops, what should I do if I accidentally beat up the old butler who Batman regards as his biological father?
Waiting online, it’s quite urgent!
"Afu, wake up!"
The housekeeper was still unconscious, and Bruce looked ferocious: "Is it the clown? Damn it, just to anger me, he attacked so harshly, I will never let him off lightly this time!!"
"..."
Russell silently stepped forward, straightened the crooked pointed ears on the Bat helmet without leaving a trace, and said indignantly: "The clown is so insane that even I can't stand it anymore. Whatever you say, Bruce, I will listen to you."
Bruce was about to speak when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the golden belt on Alfred's bat suit. He frowned and realized that things were not that simple.
He took off his belt and checked the equipment inside: "Strange, why didn't the clown take away the equipment from Ah Fu?"
"Yeah, it's so weird, it's like the Joker left the equipment here for you to take away!" Seeing that Batman was about to get closer to the truth, Russell quickly used the diversion method.
"impossible!"
Bruce flatly denied: "The clown didn't know that you would come to save me. Even if he knew, he couldn't guess that you could heal my spine. What's the point of leaving the equipment to a cripple who can't walk?"
Russell had an idea: "I think he is humiliating you, meaning that the overall situation has been decided. Even if he gives you equipment and lets you escape, you can't save Gotham City."
Bruce nodded secretly: "That makes sense, I can't rule out this possibility..."
Russell breathed a sigh of relief and praised himself for his quick wit, which was considered a success.
"Russell, please use your super powers to cure Ah Fu!"
"..."
"What's the matter? Do you want more money?"
"Well, it's not about money!"
Bruce put Alfred down gently, stood up, put his hands on Russell's shoulders, and said seriously as never before: "I beg you, as long as you can cure him, I will agree to whatever you ask for in the future."
Russell subconsciously asked: "A sand sculpture photo of Batman, too?"
Bruce's mouth twitched slightly, but he still nodded solemnly: "No problem!"
"..."
Russell was even more panicked when he heard this. Bruce had no shame for the sake of the old butler. It would have been a big deal if he knew it was him who did it!
The thought of a superhero named Batman watching him silently from behind made Russell feel bad.
"Cough... cough cough..."
At this moment, the unconscious Alfred coughed twice and woke up leisurely: "Mr. Wayne..."
Bruce was overjoyed and helped Alfred up: "Afu, how are you? Can you still hold on?"
Russell leaned forward with a swish, slapped the Holy Light, looked at the rosy Alfred, widened his eyes and asked: "Butler, who hit you, clown? It must be the clown! It must be the clown.
He, I just healed Bruce's broken waist, which is equivalent to saving his life, so it must be the clown who did it!"
Alfred squinted his eyes, looked Russell up and down for a while, then turned back to Bruce and said, "Sir, it was indeed the clown who did it."
Bruce remained silent and stared at Russell: "So that's it, it was the clown who did it!"
Russell: "..."
These two guys are more sinister than the other. I miss Deadpool so much!