Bruce wayne, when I see him, I think of a thousand hot overtures, using countless elegant and lazy images to compare this man, such as moist cornflowers, smoky gray suit collar, Martell's amber bubbles, the cat that melts into honey in front of the bay window in the afternoon... A pretty enough, but empty-headed swinger, always With half-open eyes that seem to never wake up, he talks frivolously and aimlessly with wisecracks, making dignitaries, big businessmen, hot ladies, criminals and flashlights buzz around him like blind bees. The hormones that have no place to place make people's thoughts evaporate and drift towards the end of any tortuous love - a bed... Or even without a bed?
"Damn, he is so hot! Fuck, get his pants off!" - A certain "Daily Planet" reporter, Superman's well-known contact, Mr. Clark Kent, who did not want to be named, thought so when he met Mr. Bruce Wayne one time, and recorded the above mood on his Facebook.
Three years later, Superman rescued Batman from the burning ruins, and the two fell off their horses at the same time.
Superman: Mr. Bruce Wayne!
Batman looked into his blue eyes, thinking: Cornflowers, Martell, cats and a bed?
Superman:! ! !
Batman... Baby Bruce half-opened his hazy eyes that seemed to never wake up, and said frivolously: Or maybe you don't need a bed?
Superman almost died socially: Rao...
Purpose: Suffering creates a flawless heart
