dhibooks Chapter 115
Chapter 115
After dealing with the accumulated work yesterday, Song Mo began to rest on his desk until twelve o'clock at noon.
"Mr. Negative's fleet has sailed from the mouth of the Hudson, Captain."
After lying on the ground for a few seconds, the young man stood up reluctantly, rubbed his eyes: "How long will it take for them to leave New York State?"
"An hour and a half, Captain."
Song Mo stopped talking, stood up and patted his wrinkled cuffs, sent a text message asking for leave as usual, and then clocked out of work. Passing by the small commercial street at the bottom of the building, he saw countless bat signs on the facades when the shop.
"Is there a holiday tomorrow?" It was probably temporarily decorated by the store owners during his working hours, and he hadn't seen it when he came to work in the morning.Song Mo stared at the exaggerated banner above his head, and when he saw the festival slogan on it, he thought, "Oh, Carnival."
Gotham’s carnival is not held in late February every year like other cities. They abandoned this festival in the days before Batman appeared, because Gotham was carnival almost every day at that time—criminals and Carnival of capitalists.
This situation lasted until the appearance of Batman, and it was relieved. Then, during the election of a certain mayor, in order to win the votes of Batman fans, they promised that as long as he took office, he would promulgate a festival belonging to Batman. Therefore, they Make the day when Batman is fully recognized by the Gotham Police Department as a carnival.
They will celebrate on this day, parade, and finally gather in Cathedral Square to sing praises to Batman in the traditional carnival way.
But these have nothing to do with him.
Song Mo took a few glances, then looked away, and turned into a remote alley. Half a minute later, a warship flew over the roof of Wayne Enterprises at low altitude, causing a crowd of passers-by to exclaim.
Mr. Negative, on the surface, is Martin Li, a stowaway from Fuzhou, China, but in fact he is the biggest underworld leader in New York and the head of the FEAST Help Center. He has two identities, black and white. After experiencing the bloodbath of stowaways Become a mutant, possess super fighting skills, and especially be good at using supernatural powers to influence others.
His black and white energy can catalyze opposing emotions in an enemy, such as turning Spider-Man into an evil villain, or if he has the chance, he also wants to see how to make Red Skull into a good guy.
S.H.I.E.L.D. positioned him as Jin Bin in Chinatown.
Martin Lee's plan today was to have the fleet disguised as a cargo ship leave the main supervision area of the Avengers in New York State, and then conduct his symbiont research secretly, but no one knew that there was an abyss chaebol waiting on the way.
After the fleet entered the Atlantic Ocean along the mouth of the Hudson River, the alliance fleet that had already been notified quietly invaded five ships from the bottom of the sea, leaving only the mothership in the middle. In the room of Mr.'s research office, Martin Li watched the clown walk in step by step with a cane, surrounded by a group of abyssal soldiers.
That exaggerated attire is not unfamiliar to the organizations in New York that are outside the Hydra and the Abyss Alliance. Mr. Negatives activated his ability almost immediately. Just like his name, the original black hair and The yellow skin turned into the black and white of the film in an instant, but before he could make the next attack, the abilities that had just surged out of his body receded like a tide.
Mr. Negative returned to Martin Lee's appearance, and the clown also put away the cane in his hand: "We need to talk, Mr. Lee."
Martin Lee saw the clown who stopped in front of him, and after reconfirming that the power in his body had failed—although he didn't know what the person in front of him was doing: "I never knew what I had with the villains in Gotham. Holiday."
"Of course we don't have any festivities." The clown moved a chair and sat opposite Martin Lee. "Actually, I'm here to ask you to cooperate."
Martin Lee sneered: "This is how you cooperate?"
The clown looked around at the soldiers who surrounded the research room, but kept a safe distance from the two of them, and showed an expression of approval: "Yes, this method is still too polite for the villains."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, the red and white mecha behind him exposed the black muzzle, and the pair of inverted triangular electronic eyes glowed red, the air around Martin Lee fluctuated like water ripples, and the next moment, the red virtual machine that circled inward The laser muzzle sticks out from the corrugation.
The scorching heat in the energy storage room almost scorched his hair.
"Can we talk now, sir?"
Martin Lee looked at the dense circle of small cannon muzzles around him, and finally chose to compromise.No one will live against their own fate.However, after hearing the content of his cooperation.
"Are you kidding? The whole mothership will be targeted by those monsters." He had a complicated expression, "I advise you to better not do this."
The clown crossed his legs and propped his hands on both sides of the seat to support his chin: "Leave those monsters to me to deal with. You only need to do one thing well, which is to give me another accident like the accident you caused last time." A serum."
The clown with stage makeup still had his signature smile on his face, and even the row of soldiers behind him showed no other expressions at all. Martin Lee opened his mouth and could only utter one word for a long time: "Arrogance."
He accidentally created a serum on Eddie, which was later taken away by Mister Fantastic.The power beyond all symbiotes made him try again to create a brand new serum, but that time, just halfway through the experiment, Mania had come to the door.
Almost all the people in their laboratory were killed. After he escaped by chance, he never dared to try this experiment again.
He didn't know whether this person was too arrogant or something else. People who had never fought against those monsters or symbiotes would never know how terrifying they were.No one can show that expression once they have seen their abilities.
The soldiers of the abyss chaebol were well prepared, and they had tied up the core personnel of the research institute before that. Martin Lee had to be forced to conduct the serum experiment again, and as he expected, five hours later, the experiment was about to be completed In the last stage of the battle, there was a sound of something gliding rapidly on the waves that could be clearly heard by the ear without the need for a detector.
It's a punk-style lady covered in black goo, with studs on her legs—if you ignore her wide open mouth, sharp teeth, and long red tongue, let's call him a lady.She knocked over the soldiers, landed on the deck, and rushed straight into the temporary research room of the mothership.
One of the symbiotes banished from New York, Mania.
"You never know how powerful that monster is, and they are very cunning now, if you still want to use Sonic to attack." Martin Li looked at the moment he heard the exclamation outside. The Gotham Joker sitting next to him like he's overseeing their progress, "I bet you'll regret it."
Then, as soon as the words fell, Martin Lee saw the symbiote that had just smashed through the wall and rushed into the research room. The moment the clown raised his hand, he let out a howl of extreme pain, and quickly dissipated to reveal the normal skin inside.Ten seconds later, the host inside fell to the ground.
Martin Lee: "..."
The clown took out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped the blood from the shattered metal wall fragments on his fingertips. After hearing the mechanical prompt, he turned his head: "Your experiment is complete, sir."
Martin Li took a step back, revealing the white serum in the petri dish inside, with a complicated expression: "You can take it away at any time."
The clown didn't say anything else, and reached out to take a serum that had been transferred into a cylindrical glass box as thick as an arm, intending to order the soldiers to retreat, but the next moment.
Silently, yellow viscous liquid seeped in from the crack in the wall, climbed up to the clown's ankle before everyone could react, and pulled hard!
The second-generation clown bent his arms, and the red and white mecha behind him exposed the shield to support the ground to prevent him from falling directly.Another slender yellow arm quickly stretched out and circled the glass box containing the serum in his arms and pulled it hard.
Even the suitcase was dragged in front of her.
At the top of the deck, there stood a symbiote with a graceful figure and golden hair. The highly recognizable yellow skin made her identity recognizable at a glance.
The only Klinta creature in all symbionts who is not afraid of sonic attacks, screams.
After she got the serum, she didn't care about the clown who was still holding the serum, and leaped deep into the sea. With just a swing of her legs, she instantly kicked out a distance of [-] meters.
In the opposite direction of New York.
At the same time, she stretched out her hand and swung it fiercely at the clown's face, but when she was about to touch his skin, she was blocked by the golden protective shield temporarily opened by the mecha.He failed in one blow, his screaming expression became ferocious, he opened his mouth wide, his sharp teeth bit through the protective shield fiercely, and he was about to gnaw on his neck.
A red shield stood in front of the two of them, and the clown immediately stretched out his hand. The sound of the surrounding sea water flow disappeared with the ability he cast, and the yellow symbiont let out a painful howl like a maniac, and lost its host body for a moment. The contact with the glass box was loosened, and it sank to the bottom of the sea.
The red and white mecha behind him turned on the emergency brake and immediately brought the clown out of the seabed, hovering in mid-air.The soldiers on Mr. Negative's mothership breathed a sigh of relief after seeing it.
This time, however, it didn't go as smoothly as it did with mania.
After hearing the noise from the bottom of the sea, the clown frowned.
"So I have already reminded you, Captain, your current mental state is not suitable for this kind of mission, and that will affect the strength of your abilities, especially what you are facing is the scream that is immune to sonic attacks."
The clown wiped off the water stains on his face, and his mouth was full of the salty taste of sea water: "Charles' introduction to mutants never said that this can affect abilities!"
Bunya: "Because mutants hardly experience sleep deprivation."
Clown: "Then why I showed up."
Bunya: "Ask yourself, Captain."
The clown stopped talking.
The movement on the bottom of the sea was getting louder and louder. Panting for breath, he looked in the direction of New York.Almost in an instant, the scream after losing consciousness briefly regained control of the body, rushed out from the bottom of the sea, and directly slashed up with both hands turned into sharp blades.Her speed was surprisingly fast, even though the core brain had already taken his captain away from the attack area for the first time, the blade still scratched the clown's arm.
"If it wasn't for today, I would have never known that my abilities would be included in the range of sonic attacks after being downgraded a few levels."
Screaming was covered with rough yellow scales, which isolated all external sonic attacks.On the arm, blood flowed down the seawater-soaked clothes to the fingertips, and the clown clicked his tongue.
Then, under the screaming foot, the pedal was changed, intending to use the power to push it into the air again to launch an attack.
"Go to New York, Bunya."
All the vortex devices behind the red and white mechs were activated immediately, and flew towards New York quickly.Seeing the scream, plunged into the water.
Almost twice as fast as him.
So he had to maintain his speed while dodging the attacks with extremely high scream frequency.After two of the four vortexes had been broken, he finally saw New York Harbor.
Meanwhile, Tony Stark, who had just returned to the Avengers and was about to order a calorie-dense junk food for dinner as a reward for his day of free labor in the post-disaster reconstruction effort, received a message.
[New York harbor has a gift for you, Mister Stark, and I hope you arrive in time before she kills everyone near the harbor. ]
Tony Stark: "..."
The four vortex devices at the tail of the mecha were finally declared useless after approaching the harbor. The red and white mecha lost its brakes and fell directly into Bob's Brewery near the harbor, smashing the wine tank.
The clown's whole body was soaked in the still fermenting wine pool. The spicy liquid irritated the wound, and it was poured in from the mouth and nose, straight to the top of the head, and he even lost consciousness for a moment.
The sudden appearance of the yellow monster immediately made the scene chaotic. Everyone screamed and fled privately. The purpose of the screaming was clear. After landing in the harbor, they directly smashed through the wall of the wine cellar and rushed in.Just as the clown got up from the wine tank, he was forced to sit back again when he saw the sharp knife stabbing him in the face.
Screaming, grabbing the glass box in his hand and pulling it out, at the same time, the sharp blade turned into his other hand was pointed at his neck, and his head was about to be chopped off. The clown raised his hand, and the mecha behind him cracked the wine tank, An air cannon hit Scream, and the yellow symbiont was hit by a huge shock wave and flew back, until it smashed three rows of wine vats.
The clown was holding the serum in his hand, and his head was a little dizzy from the smell of alcohol.
This is not a very good battlefield for him, he rarely drinks, and his alcohol capacity has never been too bad.The clown glanced behind him, and when he screamed to get up, he was about to turn his head and run out of the winery, but before he could take two steps, the extremely fast scream came behind him again, he lifted his collar, and He slammed it into the wine barrels piled up next to him.
The caramel-colored liquid flowed out of the opening, pierced into the eyes, choked along the trachea into the lungs, and drank several gulps down the throat while coughing.
Very good, foreign wine, more alcoholic than before.
The wound made during the fight was soaked in wine, so painful that it was almost numb.
The clown spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his hand again and blasted away the yellow symbiote in front of him with the air cannon. He was surrounded by alcohol. He couldn't even use other attack methods except the air cannon. The alcohol gradually paralyzed his nerves, and he didn't have any advantage in speed. .
After dodging the screaming attack with difficulty for the last time, he was finally caught by the symbiote, and the hand that changed from a sharp blade to a heavy hammer slammed on the wine barrel. The strong shock wave directly knocked the clown out, and the serum also Let go.
He rolled twice and regained his footing, jumping up to catch the serum, but the scream was one step ahead of him, the hand was about to grab the glass case.
A golden-red steel battle armor smashed through the roof of the winery and slammed straight towards it. With a scream, it crashed out of the New York Harbor and disappeared into the Hudson estuary.
And the clown who successfully received the serum in mid-air was directly stacked into the only light yellow wine pool two meters deep next to him.
After Tony Stark finished screaming, he threw her to Agent Coulson who arrived later, turned around and rushed back to the harbor pier as soon as possible.
What I saw was the second-generation clown who was lying on his back, with only a little hair and butt exposed, floating quietly above the wine pool.
S.H.I.E.L.D. immediately blocked the entire harbor and followed Iron Man out of the Hudson estuary to chase and scream. Everyone's attention was on the symbiote, and no one noticed the clown. During the screaming, Song Mo soaked in it for at least half an hour.
Tony Stark: "..."
He cursed secretly that in this day and age, someone would use a wine tank to ferment this kind of wine with a relatively low alcohol concentration in order to save costs, while reaching out to fish out the clown, and after detecting that his vital signs were normal, he let go tone.
"Emergency mode, Jarvis." Stark turned the unconscious clown over, his head down, the electric light flashed on the steel gloves, and patted him on the back several times in a row. After the clown coughed violently, he helped him He watched him sit down on the barrel next to him.
"You should be thankful that you are a mutant and won't drown because of a little alcohol." The steel mask opened upwards, revealing the handsome face of a man with a mustache inside, "So should you explain what happened today?"
After Tony Stark finished speaking, he saw the serum held tightly by the clown, and frowned: "What's in your hand?"
The clown sat on the wine barrel, his blue eyes were a little straightened by the smell of alcohol, he looked at Iron Man, his eyes were out of focus, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth.
Tony Stark was about to hear what he would explain, and then he did.
Clown: "—Hic."
Tony Stark: "..."
After the young man on the wine barrel hiccupped, he froze for a moment, then raised the cylindrical glass box in his hand with blurred eyes: "Mr. Stark, can you please help me send this to the abyss chaebol?"
Without hiccupping again, he enunciated a string of addresses clearly.
Not to mention the fact that a Joker would ask Iron Man to deliver an important-looking item to the territory of a bunch of bad guys.
Stark looked at the second-generation clown in front of him, speaking to a cloud of air on the left.
"..."
"He's not looking very well right now, Sir."
The richest man in New York rolled his eyes: "Of course, I can tell that anyone who is drunk will not do well." He looked at the clown again, after thinking about it, he reached out and took the thing in his hand, by the way One, "Can you still walk?"
It seemed that at least he understood the sentence. The clown stretched out his hand to support the wine barrel, and stood up unsteadily. The pair of shoes, which in the eyes of the richest man in New York, could be called an aesthetic disaster, stepped on the wet ground and slipped. He fell on the tin can in front of him.
Probably because the cold metal can dissipate the heat on his cheeks, the young man squinted his eyes comfortably.
Then she just lay on top of him and couldn't get up.
Tony Stark: "..."
When he received a call from the richest man in New York, Bruce Wayne had just finished talking to Ms. Diana Prince about the construction of Gotham.
He said sorry, found a relatively secluded corner in the banquet hall and pressed the answer button.
Tony Stark: "I don't really want to bother you personally, Mr. Richest Man, but can you come to New York now?"
Bruce glanced at the sky, just about to refuse.
Tony Stark: "Otherwise, if this continues, your assistant may be sleeping at my house today, please help me."
Bruce Wayne: "..."
Two and 10 minutes later, an armed Bat-fighter landed within the empty blockade of New York Harbor.
The man frowned after seeing the sleeping young man sitting on the wine barrel leaning against Iron Man in the winery.
"I think you may need to give your assistant a little more work, so that he can make less trouble, especially since this is my territory."
Tony Stark took a step back as he spoke, and the sleeping young man fell forward, and was supported by the other arm on his shoulder.
Batman wanted to help him stand up, but the drunk clown seemed like he had lost his bones, and the man turned into a puddle of mud. He had to hug him horizontally, and then looked at Iron Man next to him: "He What's wrong?"
Tony Stark: "Obviously, isn't it? I drank too much." The richest man in New York picked up the serum next to him, "Don't ask me the rest, I don't know more than you."
Batman didn't say anything more. After he carried him to the co-pilot, before starting the battleship, he said in the direction of the richest man in New York, "Thank you."
The roaring engine sounded, and the Bat fighter disappeared into the sky.
Outside the winery, the richest man in New York picked his ears: "Huh? What did he just say? I'm hallucinating?"
Jarvis: "Thank you, sir, according to communication etiquette, you should reply him with a word of politeness."
Tony Stark: "I don't think these scenes are needed among the richest men."
Seven o'clock sharp New York time.
As soon as Bruce drove his battleship back to Gotham, he saw the bright bat lights hanging on the clouds.
The man turned his head and glanced at the young man in the passenger seat. He woke up halfway, but kept looking down at his fingertips in a daze. The suit soaked in sea water and wine was stuck to his body, the clown The mask had already been soaked to the point of peeling off, the half-dry hair stuck to the face, and the exposed skin was covered with large and small wounds, the most serious one was on the back of the hand, which was already turned white from the soak.
The battleship was filled with a strong smell of mixed wine and a faint smell of blood.
Bruce has a headache.
Alfred went to Central City tonight because he needed information there, some information that could not be found on the Internet.
This means that he can't leave Song Mo to anyone to take care of him now.
"If you don't mind."
At this moment, a childish mechanical voice came from the communicator connected to the bat fighter: "You can give me the control authority of those fighters in the Batcave."
"I checked, it was just a robbery by Penguin. I can handle the rest."
Bruce has always known that Song Mo has a core intellectual brain, just like his tenth generation computer and Tony Stark's Jarvis, but this is the first time he has communicated with this intellectual brain directly.
He called up the surveillance of the crime scene under Penguin, and a moment later.
"Let me know if there's anything you can't handle, and—"
"Don't kill, I know that, Mr. Bruce."
After connecting to the control authority of the Batcave, in an instant, three bat fighters were dispatched at the same time and flew to three different incident locations.
After taking off the armor, Bruce Wayne brought Song Mo back to Wayne Manor.
I don't know if he arrived at a familiar place, but the young man who had been in a daze finally had a reaction.After he stepped into the gate, he pinched his suit in disgust and said drunkenly, "I want to take a shower."
Bruce: "I'll take you up there."
Song Mo pushed Bruce's hand away from him: "It's okay with me." He lifted his foot forward, "I can walk by myself."
I can indeed walk, and compared to the time when I couldn't stand upright in the winery after a few soft stops, my steps are quite steady.
If he ignores the slash he keeps walking, he is about to hit the ceramic vase by the wall.
Bruce had to step forward and grab his wrist: "This way."
Song Mo struggled twice, but he didn't break away, so he could only follow him upstairs.
Having had the previous two experiences, this time the man turned over his clothes much more proficiently. He took out his nightgown and towel and put them in the bathroom. After Song Mo went in and closed the door, he turned around and went to the medicine box to find the medicine. After asking Alfredo After that, I found milk and honey from the refrigerator.
The stove in Wayne Manor is complicated to operate, but fortunately, for the richest man in Gotham, a technological genius, warming milk is not difficult.
After he returned to the master bedroom with the glass of milk, the young man who had taken a bath had already sat quietly at the end of the bed.
He was holding an overturned red storybook in his hand, reading it with gusto.
Bruce Wayne: "..."
Wine quality is always difficult to say, but at least one thing can be confirmed is that Song Mo's wine quality is very good. After he was drunk, he became more obedient and quiet. After drinking the hot honey milk that Bruce gave him, his eyes stared at Reading the storybook that was placed next to him, he sat motionless at the end of the bed and asked Bruce to give him medicine.
Song Mo's skin has always been very good, with both the flexibility of a mutant and the delicateness of an Asian, with a little rosiness in the white, which makes the not particularly serious wound on his arm look shocking.
After a long illness, Bruce has become a good doctor. Bruce has always been very experienced in treating trauma. He moved skillfully and gently, and quickly bandaged the wound on the young man's arm, and when he was going to deal with the scratch on his neck.
The young man who had been reading the storybook looked away at some point, and now those blue eyes were staring at him seriously, with the smell of alcohol.
The neck was all drunk, a faint blush, all the way to the cheeks.
Bruce paused for a moment, for some reason, suddenly he didn't dare to look directly at such a gaze.
Song Mo smiled slightly as if he had only recognized him until now: "Boss."
Bruce looked at the wound on his jaw, carefully applying the medicine with a cotton swab, and replied.
Song Mo called out again: "Boss."
Bruce: "Yeah."
Song Mo stopped talking, and looked down at his fingertips again. After Bruce took the medicine, he suddenly said, "Let me do a magic trick for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a brown seed that he took out from his suit pants when he took a shower just now, probably left in it that day, and rubbed it.
With a bang, a red tulip suddenly appeared between the two of them.
Bruce was defenseless, almost stung by the hot red in front of his eyes.
Song Mo held a tulip and inserted it into Bruce's hair, and looked at Gotham's richest man wearing a tulip with satisfaction: "It looks good." He asked Bruce again, "Does it look good?"
Bruce: "... nice."
Two dimples appeared at the corner of the young man's mouth, and he lowered his head to take out the non-existent pocket of the nightgown: "I still have it."
Seeing that he was digging in his nightgown, and he was about to dig into something that wasn't a pocket, Bruce reached out and grabbed his wrist.
Song Mo raised his head and looked at Bruce suspiciously.
Bruce could only say: "Look at this later, I'll give you medicine first."
Song Mo didn't say anything else, and he didn't take out his pair of underwear that Alfred had prepared before, which was the right size and had a bat logo printed on his buttocks, and stretched out his hand towards the man.
After taking care of the last wound on the back of his hand, the young man consciously lay down on the bed, holding the storybook, when Bruce Wayne put away the medicine box and was about to leave the room.
"Bruce."
It's Bruce, not the boss.
Bruce stopped in his tracks: "What's wrong?"
Song Mo flattened the storybook in his hand: "I want to hear this."
Bruce frowned.
He glanced at the wall clock, it was exactly nine o'clock, and then glanced at the young man leaning on the bed, looking at him expectantly.
He nodded helplessly, took a quick shower in the bathroom and changed into a clean shirt, then sat on the head of the bed.
In the room, only a small night light by the bed was turned on, the curtains were not drawn, and the moonlight was bright outside the window.
Bruce originally wanted to talk about Song Mo going to the Batcave to deal with his affairs after he fell asleep, but until the whole book was finished, the young man still looked at him energetically, and even gave seven children from the box of Alfred. The year-old took out another copy from the toy box he had prepared.
He had no choice but to continue telling the story until he reached the last story of the second book.
The story is very short, less than half a page, and it is accompanied by two cartoon toasters.
He said in a low voice, as if he was reading a text without emotion: "There are two toasters on the stove, one day the female toaster asked the male toaster, Mr. Toaster, do you have someone you like? "
Bruce: "The toaster man said, God, it's a talking toaster."
It wasn't until Bruce finished that he realized it was a bad joke.
Bruce Wayne: "..."
He tilted his head and glanced at Song Mo. The young man's eyes were bent into crescents, as if he thought the joke was very interesting.
The man looked up at the wall clock, it was almost twelve o'clock.He put away the storybook, intending to urge Song Mo to sleep, but just as he put the storybook down, he heard the young man suddenly ask.
"Mr. Toaster." Song Mo looked at him, "Do you have someone you like?"
Bruce froze.
He felt that Song Mo's current consciousness was probably still in a state of drunkenness, not very sober.
The young man waited for a long time but did not get a reply, and frowned dissatisfiedly: "You have, I know you have."
The sober Bruce Wayne didn't know what to say.
He tucked the quilt for the young man: "Go to bed, it's late."
The young man who had been well-behaved and submissive enough tonight didn't listen to him this time.
He lowered his eyes and grabbed the quilt with his hands. There was some uneasiness in the rolling glass-colored eyes, and his voice was very soft, full of temptation.
He asked softly, "Is it me?"
There was still a faint smell of alcohol on the young man's body, which penetrated into his brain along his nose.
Those eyes stared right at him after asking, as if asking the question had summoned up his last courage.
Reason tells Bruce Wayne that he should say no.And be firm and decisive.As Alfred had said earlier, he was a master of deception and a self-taught man.
But the truth is.
Red tulips and story books were placed on the bedside, the colors were bright red and warm, just like the Song Mo he knew, who had always been as high-profile as possible.
He had never heard the young man speak in such a cautious tone.
Be careful that one sentence can make people lose their armor.
Probably because Bruce was silent for too long, the young man slowly began to no longer expect the answer, he lowered his eyes, his expression could not hide his disappointment.Until he heard a man's voice above his head.
"Yes."
Twelve midnight.
Carnival fireworks lifted off and exploded across Gotham's airspace.
Song Mo opened his eyes wide and froze in place.
The dazzling fireworks behind him made Bruce unable to see his expression clearly, the man frowned, and wanted to get up to close the curtains or turn off the lights, and then he just stood up.
The young man in front of him stood up straight and clasped his hands on the man's neck, as if he was afraid that the thing would run away suddenly after finally getting what he wanted.Bruce was caught off guard and pulled forward by him, holding his hands on the edge of the bed so as not to fall forward.
The young man buried his face in his shoulder, breathing on his skin, smelling of alcohol, then raised his head, fumbled at the corner of his mouth, and kissed him carefully.
Bruce tightened his grip on the edge of the bed.
It seemed that his laissez-faire attitude encouraged the young man, half a second later, he kissed again.Still kissing the corner of the mouth, tentatively, carefully sticking out the tip of the tongue.
It was a completely different feeling from the prank kiss in the sewer.
The soft tip of the tongue carries the smell of sweet wine, moist, green and passionate.Overwhelming.
No one has ever let the richest man in Gotham lose his mind because of a light kiss with no skill at all.
All he knew was that something was out of control.
The man propped himself on the bed with one hand, and the other hand supported the back of the young man's head, and kissed it back vigorously