"Bruce, oh no, Batman, laugh, your expression is too stiff."

Russell glanced at the photo. Bruce was serious under the camera, and the lights in the intensive care unit were not bright, half of her face was covered with shadows, so her facial features were clearly outlined, and she felt a sense of coldness, arrogance and loftyness.

It was obviously a bedwetting photo, but because of Bruce's appearance and temperament, it turned into a fashionable cover of fashion impurities.

I don’t know, but I thought it was a popular model for next year!

“…”

It is impossible to laugh. Bruce said that the clown didn't make him laugh, let alone Russell's pale and powerless language.

"Bruce, the more you have a tight face, the more the photo looks real, but on the other hand, if you smile like a fool, others will definitely not believe that you are in the photo. After all, Batman's cold image has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts, right?"

Russell was very thoughtful, but Bruce was unmoved, but the corners of his mouth curled slightly, making his face no longer so cold.

Yes, very silly!

Russell silently liked it, just a faint smile that curled the corners of his mouth, and the picture instantly became different.

Just like the host who is serious and joke-telling, comedy is not just an exaggerated expression, but the contrast brought by the cold face is amazing.

After hundreds of photos, Russell wondered whether to go further and use a scissors hand or something.

But when he saw that Bruce was as deep as water and was on the verge of an explosion, he decided to give him some time to cushion and make the request for posing next time.

The future is long, so don’t rush to become fat!

"Diet knell, leave quickly after you have enough noise. This is the Joker's territory. You can do whatever you want if you leave here."

"real?"

“…”

It doesn't seem real!

Russell curled his lips, raised his hand on Bruce's shoulder, and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "You just said the Anti-Death Knit Armor, can I understand that you don't know what happened in Los Angeles and Waterfront?"

"What happened?" Bruce frowned, and his intuition told him that this matter was important.

"Nothing. I have learned a very powerful trick recently, which can share my vitality with others and treat the other party's injuries."

Russell said seriously: "Your injuries are very serious. All of them are cured and it will cost me about 50 years of life."

"I'm not stupid, don't fool me with this kind of nonsense."

"Okay, the treatment fee is $100 million, is there any problem?"

Bruce frowned when he heard this: "It's so cheap, are you thinking about it?"

“…”

Poverty restricted Russell's imagination and his communication skills. He didn't want to say anything to Bruce, so he slapped him in the face and directly swung the pretender from the head of the bed to the ground.

"hiss!"

Bruce felt a warm energy pouring into his body, occupying all limbs and bones in an instant, and the damaged muscles and nerves completed a subversive change in the blink of an eye.

A new look!

Not only the spine position, but also the hidden injuries and strains left by years of fighting and exercise, they also recovered under the impact of this energy.

"What is this power?"

Bruce stood up on the spot, unable to wait to punch and his vitality brought him a steady stream of strength.

With an unprecedented feeling, he is stronger than before!

"A team's indispensable power is enough to be regarded as a superpower."

Although the matter between Los Angeles and Waterfront City can't be kept for long, Russell still wants to cover it up for a while, and it's best to let Batman say a few harsh words and give him a chance to show off and slap him in the face.

However, Bruce glanced at Russell deeply: "You know I will develop the 'anti-death knives armor', so the last time I fought, I deliberately concealed my strength and wanted to see me make a fool of myself for the second time, right?"

Russell shook his head flatly: "No, the move I have learned recently, your anti-death knell armor is still the strongest!"

Bruce snorted coldly, flipped through the room, found a serious garment and changed into it, and walked quickly towards the windows of the corridor with Russell.

"Do you have any plans for the chaotic Gotham now?" Russell asked as he walked, wanting to hear how professionals plan.

"Create fear!"

"Can you show off?"

Bruce ignored Russell's nonsense and spoke his plan: "The Joker went to Bain, both of them were unscrupulous madmen, but they had one thing in common, they both wanted to destroy Gotham."

Russell nodded: "I understand, you mean, they will join forces to form an anti-bat alliance."

"No, I mean, dirty bombs are safe at the moment and there is no risk of detonation."

Bruce glanced at Russell and continued: "They are all extremely confident and paranoid people. After defeating me, my enemy, confidence will further transform into arrogance. They will not give up the opportunity to destroy Gotham, so the possibility of an alliance is very small."

"I understand, they will fight for the dirty bomb!"

"No, they are crazy people, but not fools, and the chances of fighting are very low."

“…”

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt that he was right, but Bruce deliberately opposed suppressing him in order to show his IQ.

"I don't know who will end up falling into the hands of the dirty bomb, but a negotiation is inevitable. Two high-IQ guys fight wits and courage. During this period, Gotham is safe."

Batman continued: "My general plan is to control the TV station first, then light up the bat lights, and defeat the madmen in the city hall with thunder. Through the TV station, it injects confidence in victory into the Gotham police and citizens, and brings psychological pressure to the other criminals, so that they dare not act rashly, and then remove them little by little."

“Sounds easy?”

"It's not easy!"

Batman retorted as usual, and then said: "I need a lot of intelligence. Only by deepening the details can I reduce the risk of failure of the plan."

Russell curled his lips: "It will take a long time to collect intelligence. When your intelligence collection is over, ten dirty bombs will be blown up."

Bruce snorted coldly, revealing the calm smile of Zhizhu in his grip: "No need to collect information, my housekeeper Afu has already done it. I believe his ability will not disappoint me."

"You are not afraid that he will be caught and locked up. After all, your identity has been exposed long ago, and the villains have no reason to let him ignore it."

"I believe Ah Fu, he will never..."

Bruce seemed to have heard some joke, and turned his head disdainfully. Yu Guang glanced at the single room at the end of the corridor, and was shocked: "Hey, Ah Fu?"

This was the first time Russell saw Bruce showing a shock. He used Batman's vest instead of the rich second generation's vest. He immediately smiled and said, "The words are so full. There has never been an absolute in the world. It's not a slap in the face!"

Bruce ignored Russell, rushed into the room in a hurry, hugged the unconscious butler and shook it, and said sadly: "Afu, why are you here? Damn, who beat you like this?"

After hearing about the name of the Wayne family housekeeper for a long time, Russell had been fascinated by a long time ago. He stepped forward to see the true face of Mount Lu, but when he saw it, he was completely in a bad mood.

The man held in his arms by Bruce was wearing a bat suit, and his thin body could not hold up the suit, which was indescribable.

Russell's expression became unpredictable. Looking at Bruce's grief and angry look, he could go wild at any time, his expression became funny.

It looks familiar, exactly the same as the person he just beats!

Russell:〣(??﹏??)〣

Oh no, what should I do if I accidentally beat Batman up as my father’s old housekeeper?

Waiting online, it's quite urgent!

"Afu, wake up!"

The housekeeper was still unconscious, and Bruce looked ferocious: "Is it a clown? Damn, I'm so serious just to anger me. I will never spare him this time!!"

“…”

Russell stepped forward silently, straightened his sharp ears on the bat helmet without any trace, and said indignantly: "The clown is crazy, and I can't even bear it anymore. Bruce, what do you say, I will listen to you."

Bruce was about to speak when he suddenly glanced at the golden belt on Alfred's bat suit, and frowned, and found 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 on Ah Fu?"

"Yes, it's so strange, it's like the Joker deliberately left the equipment here and took it away for you!" Seeing Batman approaching the fact, Russell hurriedly used his attention to divert his attention.

"impossible!"

Bruce flatly denied: "The clown didn't know you would come to save me. Even if he knew, he couldn't guess that you could cure my spine and leave the equipment to a disabled person who couldn't walk. What's the point?"

Russell's inspiration flashed: "I think he is humiliating you, meaning that the overall situation is decided, and if you give you equipment and let you escape, you will not be able to save Gotham City."

Bruce nodded secretly: "It makes sense, this possibility cannot be ruled out..."

Russell breathed a sigh of relief and praised his urgent wisdom, which was a complete conclusion.

"Russell, please use your superpowers to cure Afu!"

“…”

"What's wrong, you need to add money?"

"Uh, this is not a matter of money!"

Bruce gently put Alfred down, stood up and pressed Russell's shoulder with his hands, and said seriously like never before, "I beg you, as long as you can cure him, I will agree to whatever request you will ask in the future."

Russell asked subconsciously: "Batman's sand sculpture is OK?"

Bruce's mouth twitched slightly, but Zheng still pointed: "No problem!"
To be continued...