69novels Chapter 163
Chapter 163
Carl wasn't really very angry.
It's not that he's not angry anymore, but he already knew what kind of virtue Bruce is. After making mental preparations, his anger has been reduced to a considerable level. Compared with anger, another emotion takes over The proportion is even higher.
That is disappointment.
Bruce's performance let him down.
Even now that he's pretty aggressive, Bruce still doesn't react like a normal person should in this situation.He stared at Carl in bewilderment, embarrassed, but never said a word.
After waiting for a while, Carl sighed.
His expression is still so calm, it has been his expression ever since Bruce woke up, the corners of his lips that were always smiling in the past were straightened flat, his brows were slightly twisted inward, and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, These changes are very subtle, but they have brought about a... quite surprising change in Carl's temperament.
This change is actually quite natural.
Carl doesn't look so gentle and well-behaved anymore, it seems that he has matured a lot suddenly.
If his usual behavior makes people feel like a teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old, then now, his expression, including his slightly lowered tone, has caught up with his age.
He has changed from a teenager of 21 to a young man of [-] and [-]. There are still traces of greenness on his cheeks, but he has matured enough to express his dissatisfaction calmly.
Alfred, who walked to the door with his master's clothes and shoes, was keenly aware of Karl's change. He concluded that this was not the time for him to appear with his double experience as a housekeeper and an old man, so he just took silent steps, He walked to a corner of the room in a low-key manner, put the neatly folded clothing in his hands on the counter, and then slowly exited the living room.
He closed the door.
This action seemed to block the damp cold wind blowing into the living room from nowhere, and the thin curtains that had been blown by the breeze stopped still and stood frozen at the window.
Carl and Bruce confront each other stiffly.
Bruce still doesn't seem to understand how things got to this point.
He opened his mouth, as if about to say something, but gave up in frustration, just clasped his hands together anxiously, and looked at Carl with his deep, full blue eyes.
There was still a bit of sleepiness on that handsome face, full of natural grievances like a playboy, probably staring at anyone with such eyes, the other party would follow him wandering around the world without hesitation.
Carl was not impressed at all.
He knew exactly what kind of environment people like himself, Bruce or Tony had grown up in.They are born well, handsome and extremely smart. When they were young, they had to face the wind and rain. No matter what kind of bad luck and tragedy fate gave them in the process of growing up, they can show arrogance and indulgence without hindrance. capricious attitude.
"I know I'm doing it wrong", "I know I'm wrong", "I know you don't like me like this".
— but no matter what I do, I know you will forgive me.
"Kar-El" is such a person, so Karl is well aware of Bruce's tricks.
There was a part of him that forgave him, the part of him that was Superman forgave Batman.
But Carl.Al to Bruce.Wayne was very angry.
"I don't know what you're thinking." In the relatively wordless silence, Carl opened his mouth first, "What's the matter with you, Bruce? Why can you take such stupid things for granted, and show a little Don't you feel guilty? Don't tell me you really think so in your heart, I don't believe it. "
Bruce adjusted his posture on the sofa uneasily, and said, "...I didn't do anything."
"I'm just mad you didn't do something," Carl said. "Didn't I explicitly extend the hand of friendship?"
"During the days when you were not in Gotham City, I asked my brother to help take care of your company. It was I who facilitated the cooperation between Wayne Group and Ayer Group. Every year on your birthday, I have selected gifts to send to you. I also asked Alfred for your contact info and he didn't give it. I invited you to my birthday party when you were back in Gotham for my 20th birthday - it was a very small party, The number of people is less than ten, and I only invited my best friends."
"..." Bruce was speechless.
"I don't know what the hell you mean, Bruce, I've always felt like I've gotten pretty good at reading people's minds, you know, Tony and Lex aren't easy people to get along with, but I get along just fine with them. "
Carl studied Bruce.
"But I don't understand what you're thinking. Do you like all the gifts I send you? Why do you always reply the next day when I text you? I don't understand what you are thinking, you don't say anything , you are like a social robot, if I push you, you move, if I don’t push you, you pretend to be dead.” Carl tilted his head and thought for a while, “You are not as good as artificial intelligence, I will give Jarvis After the mini program, he will write me a thank you letter."
Bruce said with low confidence: "I told Lucius to add additional benefits to the Ayer Group..."
"Money? What is money?"
Carl snorted, Bruce was speechless.
"Do you think I'm bothering you? Or do you just don't like me, what's your dissatisfaction with me, and you can't say it outright?" Carl didn't want to continue to give some examples of him trying to be nice to Bruce but not responding , "Why didn't you even tell me about such a big event as adopting Dick? Why didn't you take the initiative to contact me?"
It's really sad, getting along with Bruce is like playing a game with only badending endings, things will always continue to develop to the worst place, and there is no possibility of getting better.
Nearing the end of what he wanted to say, he stared at Bruce for his reaction.
As for Bruce, he only felt that the sofa under his body, which was originally as soft as feather, suddenly became cold and hard, and it was covered with fine steel needles like ox hair, which made him sore, numb and painful, and he couldn't move his whole body. strength.
He didn't know how to solve the situation in front of him.
Maliciousness is something he is used to dealing with. No matter who the opponent is or what harm he intends to do to him, he can subdue the enemy with his wisdom and skills; the temptation of good and evil is also a field he is familiar with, and he knows that interrogation is in fact He is everywhere, knows how to hide the truth in every word he says, gives half-truths and half-false news, and also knows how to get the information he needs from other people.
As for kindness, the kindness he has encountered over the years is few and far between, and most of them come from strangers who don't ask for anything in return and don't care who he really is. They treat him kindly, but don't value him. An insignificant passerby.
Therefore the best he can give in return is to leave them as soon as possible after accepting those kindnesses, and not let them be infested by the troubles he carries.
But he had never encountered such a questioning—it seemed too much to say that questioning, Carl's tone was very calm, but not as sweet and gentle as his usual tone—such a questioning did not require him to use any techniques, just to He sincerely asked him to dissect himself or bow his head and admit his mistake.
However, Bruce couldn't do either of these two things.
Cold sweat gradually overflowed from his forehead. Facing Carl's unwavering and unmoving eyes and his determined posture of insisting on getting an answer, Bruce had no choice but to feel anxious and sour.
"Bruce?" Carl called again, slowly.
Bruce, who had nothing in his body right up and down, replied as he shrank back into the sofa.
"I've been really... very busy lately." He was struggling to die, "I didn't mean not to tell you, Carl, after I've been busy for a while, I will definitely invite you to my house and introduce Dick to you ..."
"I don't know what you're up to, as far as I know, you haven't done anything during this time other than go to those parties you've been insisting on going to, not even going to an event and taking a photo." Carl was not polite, "What are you busy with? Don't you also have a lot of secret laboratories that need to be handled by yourself?"
It's over now, no matter what you say, you can't get away with it.
Bruce was very nervous in his heart, thinking about what happened to Afu and why he still didn't come to save the scene, and then he came to his senses after suffering for a long time: Afu made it clear that he planned to go to the theater!He didn't intend to come to the rescue at all, did he!
It's not surprising that he would make this choice. He has always held an attitude of opposition and denial about Bruce's career at night. He just compromised when Bruce insisted on doing it. Now Bruce can't argue. It is his late night work that can't find a reason to be "very busy".
Bruce has been busy since his return to Gotham City.
Building the Batcave and understanding the situation in Gotham City are not easy tasks. It took him a long time to create weapons and uniforms, which wasted a lot of his energy. After that, he started to perform missions as Batman for the first time. It is inevitable that there are some improper and inappropriate considerations, and it took Bruce a lot of time to improve and transform his thinking mode.
Then there is the matter of Dick - in that circus, the Graysons fell from a high altitude under the gaze of countless people, Dick, who was only eight years old, witnessed the death of his parents, and Bruce adopted the child out of sympathy and empathy , but he accidentally discovered the secret that he is Batman.
Then there was the quarrel with Dick, and finally he made the decision to let Dick be his assistant, and after this decision was known to Afu, he was greeted with a new round of quarrels, during which it was accompanied by those things he had to do. To complete the task, he must multitask and solve many things at the same time.
After Aff finally reluctantly accepted "Dick became Batman's assistant Robin", after a brief training of Dick, he will take Dick to avenge his parents and find those who maliciously damaged the circus. Equipment gangster.
He has too many things to do.
But... Indeed, none of those things were reasons for him to treat Carl coldly.