Dc: Start Female Superman

Metropolis is very close to Gotham City, and it is very close, very close.

In fact, go across a bridge in the metropolis, cross a highway, and then you will have Gotham City.

There is only a lake or inland sea in the middle.

At the moment Karla is driving a sedan and is crossing that bridge, on his way to Gotham City.

After all, she was tricked by Perry, who wanted her to interview Bruce.

"That bastard," Karla gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath.

And the reason why Perry was able to buy her was that the conditions he gave were very simple, and he bought her with one month's paid vacation.

The premise is that Karla has to prepare four columns a week in advance.

Sure enough, the holidays are still much more fragrant.

This month, she can have a good rest, and even go home to spend time with her family and help Clark prepare for college.

As for the four columns, to be honest, she had already prepared the manuscripts.

Why did Perry know that she only handed in this week's manuscript yesterday, and then next week's manuscript today?

In fact, Perry also knew that she had manuscripts for several columns, but she just didn't bother to break through them.

Damn Perry, you must beat him up when you go back.

The distance from Metropolis to Gotham City is not far, but that's just the distance between two cities, but it doesn't mean that arriving in Gotham City is equivalent to arriving at Bruce's home.

Karla had called Bruce when he was on the bridge, and asked about Bruce's current whereabouts. He had just returned, and now he was staying at Wayne's manor to sleep late.

Wayne Manor is a super manor built outside Gotham City. If Karla wants to visit, he has to cross half of Gotham City.

"Trouble is dead," Karla muttered, still complaining.

Now she can't wait to fly over with her own car, it's faster.

However, now she could only drive obediently, at a moderate speed, and after spending a total of several hours, she arrived at the gate of Wayne Manor at noon.

The Wayne Manor may cover an area of ​​several thousand square meters. The garden and lawn around the outside are all decorated, and there is a splendid and magnificent castle inside, like the castle of a medieval lord.

That's where the Wayne family has lived for several generations. The value of this castle alone is enough for an ordinary person to spend a lifetime, provided it is not corrupted.

If you just buy an airplane, a yacht, or another castle like this, you will run out of money soon.

Karla called Bruce again at the outermost door, which opened with a 'click'.

Karla didn't hesitate, and drove along the wide road of the manor to the gate of the castle.

When she came to the gate of the castle, there was a handsome old gentleman waiting to greet her in front of the steps.

"Hello, Miss Karla, I am Alfred Pennyworth, the housekeeper of this manor, you can also call me Alfred," the gentleman butler introduced himself.

Karla stopped the car at the steps, regardless of whether it was a parking space or not.

Definitely it's not a parking lot.

Karla glanced at the butler: "Or can I call you Ah Fu?"

The butler smiled wryly. He was the same age as Bruce's father, and Karla and Bruce were the same age and were classmates.

I always feel impolite.

Karla shrugged: "The name Alfred is too long, I think Alfred is good, what do you think?"

In fact, she already knew that this is the Ah Fu known as the "Housekeeper Man", who has helped Batman out of danger many times, and is even Batman's most loyal and beneficial backing.

Ah Fu didn't dwell on the issue of name and title, but turned around and made a please gesture, and said, "Master Wayne is already waiting for you in the living room, please."

Karla nodded, and followed Ah Fu. The two walked up a long step in front of the door. After entering the door, they crossed a long corridor and came to a spacious living room.

With the wealth of the Wayne Group family, not to mention the luxurious and historical cultural relics and decorations, Karla didn't bother to care about them.

When I came to the living room, I saw Bruce, whom I hadn’t seen for several years, sitting in front of the sofa by the window. It was already noon, but he was only wearing pajamas, with his legs crossed, and a glass of red wine in his hand. Watch Karla come in.

Karla rolled her eyes, turned her head and asked Ah Fu, "Is that how you indulged him?"

Ah Fu shrugged: "After all, he is the young master. Although I don't want to see the heir of the Wayne family look so sloppy and decadent, I can't say anything."

Bruce blinked: "Alfred, you've talked a lot."

As soon as they sang together, they came in and hurt him.

You know, he just came back from wandering, so why not take a break?

Karla pursed her lips, holding back a smile and took a shoulder bag from her shoulder.

It wasn't an LV bag, let alone a decoration, but a very practical, slightly large bag, and it wasn't a tool bag that I didn't care about.

Karla started to dig things out of it.

Bruce took a sip of the wine, but Ah Fu forcibly took the glass away. He turned his head and looked at Karla's movements curiously.

She took out the camera first, and clicked the shutter button of Bruce involuntarily.

Bruce caught off guard and raised his hand to block it, and shouted: "Wait a minute, you don't intend to use these photos as the cover, do you?"

Ah Fu was about to leave to prepare black tea for the two of them. Hearing this, he couldn't help dissuading Karla: "Miss Karla, anyway, Master Wayne is also the heir of the Wayne Group and family."

Bruce thought to himself that the rhetoric of 'anyway' is needless to say.

Karla waved the camera in her hand and threatened: "Why don't you go and change my clothes?"

Bruce sighed, Miss, who is begging whom now?

There are countless people who want to interview him, but he only agreed because Karla is a friend.

I have to say that Perry is very smart. If it were another reporter from the Metropolis, Bruce wouldn't have the time to deal with it. Wouldn't it be nice to sleep in if he had this time?

Faced with Karla's threat, Bruce had to go to his bedroom with a little helplessness, take a shower and change into formal clothes.

It is said that a man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle. This saying is absolutely true.

If the Bruce just now was completely a decadent and unrestrained young man, wearing pajamas and holding a glass of wine early in the morning, it would be outrageous at all.

So the current Bruce is really a bit like the helm of the business empire Wayne Group.

Ah Fu also brought a pot of black tea to the two in time, and then disappeared voluntarily, allowing the two to chat alone.

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