Dc Rage Dragon

Wayne Manor.

living room.

In the dark night outside the French windows, the rain continued to drift and fall.

When Zatanna walked into the living room, she saw Bruce looking like Ge You paralyzed, wearing a gold and white color matching, microfiber bathrobe, lazily lying on the sofa, without a trace of seriousness.

When he saw Zatanna, Bruce yawned, nodded to her, and lay comfortably on the sofa, as if he felt tired from fighting for dozens of hours last night.

He was decadent like a playboy, and probably no one would suspect that he was Batman.

"Bruce, I know you are Batman!"

Before that, Zatanna didn't know that Bruce was Batman. She saw Bruce fall for himself, indulging in eating, drinking, and playing with female celebrities in the wild life of young models.

She felt sad for Bruce, and she had persuaded him to change Bruce and get him back on track.

However, all this is in vain.

He needs the identity of a playboy to disguise Batman's identity.

Zatanna felt a trace of sorrow in her heart. Is she not trustworthy? Why can't I tell all this, I can help him.

"Ah?...I’m Batman? Why should I be a Batman?" Bruce slumped on the sofa. Hearing Zatanna’s questioning, he was less energetic and responded with a tired face: "You just came back and asked me about this stupidity. problem?"

"Bruce, why?"

Zatanna was unwilling, with unspeakable complex gazes in her eyes.

"Corona, what's the matter with you?" Bruce's face was puzzled. "You insisted on putting Batman on my head as soon as you came back? Why?" Then he sneered and sneered.

"Batman has my life, okay? I only bought Century Star yesterday to go to the high seas to play with female stars and models."

"I use dollars to light a cigarette."

"Drink the best red wine."

"The sexiest female star, does that Kelly know? The star from Gotham was very passionate last night."

"As long as I have money, I can do everything."

"What's in Batman? It's like a Batman flying around in the night sky of Gotham. It's so pitiful. I don't think he has eaten a full meal."

Bruce provokes disdain, and opens the billionaire vodka on the table with his hands. This vodka is first filtered through ice, then through Nordic birch charcoal, and then through a sand layer composed of crushed diamonds and gems. Finally, put it into a crystal bottle studded with diamonds, and cover the outside with a box made of platinum and rhodium. It looks so extravagant to a mess.

He poured a glass of crystal clear vodka into the glass, then leaned on the sofa and put his feet on the table, enjoying the happiness of the rich with a face of indulgence.

"Just this bottle of vodka, which sells for $3.75 million, is not something Batman can afford." Bruce sighed and raised his glass moved: "It's great to have money. Cheers to ancestor Wayne."

While making a toast in the void, Bruce rarely showed some sincere feelings that lamented Wayne's ancestors.

"Why, Bruce, why can't you tell me." Zatanna's eyes were questioning and moist, and gritted her teeth unwillingly: "I can help you, I can assist you, you become Batman, and I can help you behind the scenes."

"Bruce, I know you want to protect me."

"Keeping me in the dark is the most inappropriate thing."

"Don't you think that letting me know all this, and sharing all this with you, is not the best protection?"

Bruce frowned impatiently, and slammed the wine glass on the table heavily. The crystal clear liquid of vodka rolled in the quilt, splashing some liquor on Bruce's hand, and he roared impatiently: "Corona, what are you doing? Why do you have to pull me up to Batman."

"I'm not Batman!"

"I have money, I can enjoy life. Drink the best wine in the world, eat the best food in the world, and have the sexiest female celebrities. Every ordinary person is envious and longs for the life of a rich person like me. ."

"I am a noble entrepreneur who cannot be expected by ordinary people."

"You abruptly reduced me to Batman, what does he have? Some are just as blind as a mouse in the dark."

"Why should I be Batman?"

Bruce snarled slightly, frowning, suppressing his impatience, and couldn't help asking: "Xiao Na, what happened to you today?"

Zatanna's sorrowful face, sour nose, she smiled with tears: "I understand."

"Bruce, this is not your protection, but you never had feelings for me.

That's why you can go your own way and close your heart.

I am disappointed in you and also disappointed in myself. "

After Zatanna finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the living room, down the stairs, and walked to the door of the hall with no expression on her face and trance eyes as she walked past the stairs that she had slid down in the past.

Alfred was waiting here for a long time, knowing that Zatanna was not living here this time, so he opened the door, held an umbrella for Zatanna, and comforted slightly: "Xiao Na..."

Before he finished speaking, Zatanna suddenly came to his senses, interrupted, and said without emotion: "Call me Miss Zatanna."

Alfred's face was slightly sad. At this moment, he knew that his master and Zatanna really had no chance.

He can only follow Zatanna's words, call Miss Zatanna, hold an umbrella for her, send her into a special Mercedes-Benz taxi, and watch the black taxi leave and disappear in the rainy night.

When Alfred returned to the living room.

Bruce was already straight, his face was calm, and his eyes were thinking calmly, like a firm and calm thinking, without a trace of the style of a wandering playboy.

"Master, I have sent Miss Zatanna in the car. After this time, it is estimated that she will not be coming to Wayne Manor." Alfred cleaned the vodka and wine glass on the table and stood behind Bruce. Said.

"Perhaps this is the best. I can't bring Cortana into a dark world." Bruce's face was calm and his eyes had a decision.

Alfred glanced at his master and said lightly, "I understand, master, you chose Catwoman."

Bruce's face became darker, and he said solemnly: "I didn't choose anyone, Afu, I just don't want the people around me to be hurt because of me."

Alfred nodded, and he understood again: "I understand, sir, I still like to take children, please work hard to open branches and leaves for the Wayne family. It doesn't hurt to have a few more. While I can still Bring the kids for you, sir."

Bruce was dumbfounded by Alfred.

At the moment, Robin's siren sounded.

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