Russell sighed: "Oh, forget it, it's just a suit of armor... I'll work hard, it should be fine."

"No, the technology of the armor is very mature. No matter how hard you try, I'm afraid..." Bruce was half-sentence, but the meaning had already been reached.

It's not that I, Batman, look down on you. I made the armor myself. I'll beat you just like I beat my son. I can beat you however I want.

Russell said angrily: "Since the armor you made is so awesome, what other assistance can you provide me? Can you make another set of anti-anti-Deathstroke armor?"

"I can provide intelligence. My butler Afu has not been caught. He is very good at collecting intelligence." Bruce said confidently: "You don't have to use fists to fight. You can defeat the enemy by analyzing your weaknesses based on the intelligence and formulating targeted tactics."

enemy."

"I'm not good at what you're talking about. I don't care. I want you to move first."

Russell raised his hand and put it on Batman's shoulder. Unexpectedly, as soon as he pulled off the uniform, he saw an extra-large diaper, and the sheet was still wet.

Russell:!!(??''????)??

Bruce remained calm: "The clown's tricks are deliberately used to disgust me. It's very bad, isn't it?"

"Joker! Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure!"

(o??????)

Russell smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. To me, and to the majority of netizens, the truth is sometimes not important. What we want is the hot spots."

Bruce's heart trembled, with an ominous premonition, and he thought of Chief Gordon of the police station: "You... what are you doing, calm down, this is not a fun thing."

"hehe!"

Russell didn't say anything. He sat Bruce against the wall, highlighted the diapers and the world map on the sheets, and took out the digital camera from behind.
Chapter completed!