I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 1 Batman Must Be a Good Guy
Gotham.

The early sun dyed the early morning mist into a light red veil, covering the sin and disturbance of the city.

On the road to Gotham City High School.

"Master." Alfred raised his head and glanced at the rearview mirror of the car several times, but he hesitated.

"Afu, what do you want to say?"

On the spacious leather seat in the back, Bruce Wayne, holding a schoolbag, was absent-minded.

His right index finger gently pressed a red envelope the size of a mung bean on his left cheek.

That is the mark that all tragic green Sao years cannot escape.

acne.

Even if he's the Prince of Gotham, the future Batman, when he's old enough, he'll have acne.

And this little red bean, bulging, has a white spot the size of a pinhole in the center.

"Don't squeeze!"

Seeing that the young master put his two fingers together, as if he was about to make a decision that made him feel "painful and comfortable", Alfred frowned and hurriedly spoke out to discourage him.

"If you make a wound, it is easy to get bacterial infection, and you may also leave acne scars and acne pits afterwards.

Moreover, you are not yet ripe, except for the blood, which hurts yourself, and you can't squeeze out anything. "

Seeing that the young master was still a little hesitant, he added: "Trust me, you wouldn't want to go to school with a swollen, bleeding hole."

Thinking of the classmates who often say strange things behind their backs, Master Bu was persuaded.

"It makes me sick!" he said irritably, dropping his hands.

"Ignore it, it will disappear naturally in two days. When you go home in the afternoon, you can ask the master to touch some ointment for you, and it will get better faster." The butler comforted.

In addition to the family business of the Wayne Group, Thomas Wayne also has his own profession, a doctor.

"Even if I'm not squeezing, they see this pimple on my face and they're pointing behind my back."

Bruce turned to look out the window blankly. At this time, the Gotham neighborhood was like a revived giant beast, stretching its hands and feet to start today's activities, and the street is its blood vessel, and the crowded people and vehicles on the street are the blood in the blood vessel.

"That's exactly what I was trying to say."

Alfred glanced at the rear-view mirror again, and said after deliberation, "My lady and I are very worried about you.

Young master, you are not very gregarious at school.

In the four years of entering middle school, I have never invited my classmates or friends to Wayne Manor, and I have hardly participated in the parties of other classmates.”

The red light was on, and the migrant workers swarmed up the street. Alfred stepped on the brakes, and the Bentley under the seat was like an obedient cat, without the slightest noise, and stopped lightly and meekly outside the zebra crossing.

"You can invite some classmates to play at home. I'll help you with game consoles, ice Coke, barbecue grills, sports magazines, new water pools, tennis courts or you can put the party on the yacht, or the island villa to the west ?
I think we can meet everyone's needs, and everyone is happy to accept Wayne's invitation. "

With impatience on Bruce's face, he shook his head and refused: "Forget it, I don't want to say that they are too naive, because I know that I am not mature and sophisticated.

But the things they liked and the topics they talked about didn't interest me or even disgust me.I feel like I'm a world away from them. "

A'Fu thought for a while and asked, "So, what about classmate Quinn? You often play table tennis with her. In order to improve their skills, the manor also specially hired a retired singles Olympic champion from China."

Bruce's gaze fell to the schoolbag in his arms, with a pair of ping-pong bats tightly tucked into the side pockets.

"I've met her a few times, she's a very cute and smart girl." Ah Fu took a part of his mind and paid attention to the expression of the young master in the rearview mirror.

The young master's face with pimples turned slightly red, and he said in a sullen voice, "Harry is very good, but she and I are just ordinary classmates. Except for playing ball, she seldom finds me."

At the end, his tone was low, and there was obvious loss and dimness in his blue eyes.

Ah Fu understands that the young master is a bit young, Mu Shaoai, but others have no intention of him at all.

"Master, have you tried to find her on your own initiative?" the housekeeper asked.

"What do you want her to do?"

"Invite her to do something that enhances the relationship, such as watching a movie, attending a book club, eating a cone at the playground, or going horseback riding, boating, hunting at Wayne Manor. There are always projects that can impress her."

"This" Bruce's face turned red again, and the pimple was just glowing.

The walls of Gotham High School are more than three meters high, and it's like separating two worlds at once.

The street outside is like a gray reinforced concrete jungle, and the classical manor-style campus inside is full of bright and lively colors, like an oil painting describing spring and sunshine.

This middle school is full of the second generation of the rich and the rich. There is an endless stream of various luxury sports cars, but there is only one student picked up by the British-style tuxedo butler.

Bruce didn't like being pointed at by his classmates, and Bentley didn't come directly downstairs.

After entering the school gate, he parked on the tree-lined path between the wall and the lawn. He carried his schoolbag and walked to the main building 200 meters away.

"Look, am I right? The 'baton' only lasted for three months. I said so at the time. Now look, that drag hero didn't even last a month."

Jimmy closed the door of the red Ferrari and waved a Gotham Gazette to Kendi.

Kendi rolled over and jumped out of the back seat, unconvinced: "Not necessarily, Maroney only got a baton, who knows who it belongs to?
Also, what drag hero hasn't lost a weapon?I dare say there are at least a dozen batons in the baton house. ".

"Hi, Bruce." Seeing the young master coming, Jimmy and Kendi stopped their conversation and greeted politely.

"Hi!" The young master also smiled and nodded in response.

He didn't stop.

Jimmy and Kendi continue to hold the paper and talk about the life and death of the drag hero "Baton".

"Sally where did you get your hair done, so cool!"

There is a row of parking spaces under the teaching building, and there is a row of expensive cars. Next to Jimmy's Ferrari, there is a pink Rolls-Royce. Several girls are chatting around the rocket-headed black girl in the driver's seat.

"Hi, Bruce." The girls put down their exploding hair and waved to the young master with smiles.

In Gotham City High School, even if the young master is not very gregarious, no student dares to bully him, or treat him coldly and isolate him.

No one would refuse to court the Prince of Gotham.

In fact, it was the young master who kept them cold, not them rejecting him.

However, the young master's tutor is very good, and he will not be like the "F4" group of fake "eldest young masters" who make a fuss around Mazda, labeling their own style with coldness, pretence, and arrogance.

He smiled politely at everyone.

When others talk to him, he is not perfunctory, listens carefully, and answers seriously.

"Look, 'The Queen's Regiment' is here, Dottie dyed her blonde hair! Did Emma do a starry sky crystal manicure? It's so beautiful, I don't know where I did it, and I want to try it too."

"Serena's fashion sense is really strong, the same is a school uniform, her brown and blue plaid skirt may be on the vogue, but mine is reminiscent of grandma's rags."

"Why are all high school students, Dottie's chest can be so big."

Just as Bruce was sorting out the locker, the men and women in the corridor suddenly quieted for a moment, and then all looked at the three girls walking side by side, chatting about their makeup and new gossip.

The three girls have pretty faces, delicate facial features, and confident smiles. The customized school uniforms further set off their youthful and energetic figures.

What is more important is the temperament and aura, like a proud princess, an unapproachable flower of Gaoling, wearing brown sunglasses, full of aura, as if it has an invisible field.

They are like fashion queens on the catwalk, and they almost want to compare the girls in the corridor to the country girls.

All three girls were once selected as "Queens" at the Learning Spring Festival, and they were friends for many years, so they got the bandit name of "Queen's Regiment".

As always, as soon as the queen group came on stage today, they easily held the audience!

The male classmates have admiration and amazement in their eyes, while the female classmates whisper about their hairstyles, outfits and bags.

Gradually, some female classmates who imitated their dress and behavior voluntarily became followers and joined the team of the three girls.

Well, like my little brother, follow behind them.

Following their example, he took out a pair of sunglasses from his bag and put them on for himself.

At this moment, they seem to have become them, and they have become the focus of the world's attention.

"Harry, I've been watching TV, you're amazing, God, you're amazing!"

A scream at the gate of the teaching building disturbed the atmosphere of "Three Queens Touring the Kingdom".

The girl was so excited that she was almost incoherent, she just kept shouting "Awesome".

Soon, the cacophony of others, men and women, silenced her cries.

"Congratulations, Harry, you are a well-deserved Smile Queen!"

"Harry, I also went to the Met last Saturday. I watched the whole process of the competition and saw you lift the championship trophy. You are the future gymnastics queen of the United States. No, the world!"

"SQ, I'm Raymond, the editor-in-chief of the school newspaper. Take some time for me to do an exclusive interview!"

"Harry, there is a party at my house this Friday, you must come!"

"Harry, when will your Roaring Satan play again?"

"Harry, I heard that the officials of the Women's Baseball League are looking for you."

"Harry."

The hustle and bustle was like a wave, starting from the fountain outside the building and spreading with Harley all the way to her locker.

The young master is too small, he is almost 17 years old, and he is only 1.6 meters in his early years. He is squeezed among a group of tall and burly American high school students, like a sheep in a herd, he can only stand on tiptoe.

I saw a tall and slender girl with a satchel on her left shoulder, laughing with others while walking over.

His heart-shaped face the size of a palm, a fragrant face and peach cheeks, glittering and charming, those big round blue eyes, like the clear sky, clear and transparent, they seem to come alive when they turn, and they are very energetic.

Like everyone else, she was wearing a school uniform, a dark green western jacket, a brown cashmere waistcoat, a high-neck white shirt, a thick brown-and-blue plaid skirt, and black leggings that curled down from the legs.

But her legs are extraordinarily straight and extraordinarily long, with a slender height of 1.7 meters three, even wearing flat-bottomed round-toed leather boots, she also shows a beautiful golden ratio.

It's very strange, the smile on her face is easy-going and generous, but at this moment, the aura of the three daughters of the Queen's regiment is suppressed by her alone.

As if she was a light, as long as it came, it was destined to illuminate the audience.

The young master turned his head and looked around, and saw that the followers of the Queen's regiment had taken off their magic mirrors, poured into the crowd, and greeted Harry in the center with a smile on their faces.

Serena, Dottie, and Emma all looked gloomy for a while. After chewing "Bichi" a few times, they also squeezed out a smile, pushed aside the crowd, and walked to the central figure.

"Hey, Halle, you're amazing, we'll have an Olympic champion in high school in two years!" Serena said with a natural look, pushing her blond hair away from her forehead.

Chest Ba Doti looked down at his coconut, and then at the little cantaloupe of the girl across from him. He was in a better mood, and the smile on his face was more confident.

"SQ, let's go to the stadium to practice swimming in the afternoon!" she said.

Bruce noticed Harry looking his way.

Seeing her smile brightly, for a moment, the slightly crowded and dark corridor seemed to be the sun rising, and the space seemed to be brighter.

"I made an appointment with Bruce to practice table tennis for two hours on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. No kidding, I'm going to make a fool of myself in the 08 Olympics!" Harley said seriously.

"Huh!" The surrounding classmates took a deep breath, and then whistles, applause, and admiration rose chaotically.

After saying hello, the classmates quickly dispersed. The three fashionable queens who walked away at this time seemed to be no different from the others.

"Bruce, what are you doing?" Harry took off his helmet, and his thick waist-length blonde hair poured down like a waterfall.

She didn't have a car, she came by bicycle.

The young master looked at her red face, and his face was a little hot.

"You're serious, the Beijing Olympics, you want to play table tennis singles?" he asked.

"You forget how I got the 'Martha Gifted Scholarship'?"

Harry stuffed the helmet into the locker, as if a hint of imperceptible disappointment flashed in Wang Qiuhu's big blue eyes.

Table tennis player, her past life occupation.

However, there are so many talented people in the heaven. With the help of his father who is a boss in the provincial sports committee, he has been lucky enough to go to the national team a few times.

She is only a sparring partner for the big guys, and she will never be able to get a place in international competitions.

Now that he is reborn, his technology has been advanced for more than ten years, and his physical fitness has improved several times. Harley feels that he has the possibility of killing the men's team singles champion.

In fact, it was only because of her amazing feat of destroying the entire Chinese team in the Sino-US Youth Exchange Competition two years ago that the title of "All-round Athlete Harley Quinn" spread in the United States.

After that, Gotham High School, backed by the Wayne Group, gave her a "special talent" offer.

I have talent myself, and [-] was another highlight of the Great Celestial Dynasty. If I don't go home and show off to the "seniors", I'm simply sorry for the life in my previous life.

As for being an athlete in the dc superhero world, will it be too unpromising.
If she was given superhuman abilities, she would definitely be willing to be a superhero, but she didn't
The Olympic champion is her current small goal in life.

After he became famous, he took endorsements, shot commercials, appeared on variety shows, invested to make money, and raised his "money ability" before considering other things.

Playing ping pong with Bruce is not trying to get in touch with Batman.In fact, in the United States, in this high school, the only person who can be her table tennis sparring partner is the agile, "small and flexible" Batman.

To put it bluntly, the young master is a tool man, the highest quality experience stake.

"What's the matter with you?"

There was a history and biology class in the morning. Harley took out the textbook, closed the small cabinet, and found that "Baby Batman" was still standing there, his expression twisted, as if he was struggling with something.

"Harry, there's a party at Wayne Manor this weekend, do you want to come?" Sweat oozes from Bruce's clenched fists.

"There are ice Coke and barbecue, as well as game consoles and swimming pools." He added quickly.

Harry blinked a few times with big eyes and asked curiously, "Is the weekend a special day?"

"Special day?" Bruce was stunned, shook his head and said, "Just an ordinary weekend."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Who did you invite?"

Bruce lowered his head and hesitantly said, "You are the only one."

"This" Harry realized, but he wasn't quite sure what he was thinking.

Seeing her hesitation, Bruce returned to his senses, and suddenly felt that he was stupid.

How do two people do a party?
"How about we go to Wayne Amusement Park on Seventh Avenue for ice cream? Or, you like Kobe, there's a Lakers-Knicks game this weekend, and we can take a photo with Kobe."

After saying this, Bruce stared at the girl opposite.

After a while, Harry said, "If I'm not mistaken, are you trying to date me?"

If this is the first time she is faced with this situation, she may be shy, embarrassed, or even change the subject with a blushing face, racking her brains to put it off.

But now.
Is the young master No. 20, or thirty?
From childhood to adulthood, there are too many, and she is now at ease.

"Can you?" Bruce looked at her expectantly.

She looked down at the young boy opposite her.

He is half a head shorter than her, with a small melon-seed face, clear eyebrows, and a thin body, like a bean sprout.

——This guy is smaller than me, can he really become a Batman with a chubby ass and a chubby chin?
She was suspicious.

Then she turned her gaze to the pimple on his cheek, which was shiny white and a little itchy.

After a long while, Harry said, "Sorry, Bruce, you're a nice guy, but"

She shrugged, expressing a tactful but clear rejection with her eyes and expressions.

"Oh!" Bruce's cheek muscles twisted, and he turned around and walked away quickly.

"Hey, wait!" Harry stopped him.

The young master took a step, and there was a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Harry stretched out his fingers and tapped her smooth, white face.

"Just now, when your cheek muscles twitched, you broke the pimple, and a white lump was still bleeding," she reminded.

At this moment, Bruce's face was congested, his limbs were congested, but his heart seemed to be stabbed with a knife. He was bleeding, but wanted to cry.

"Dump Dump"

He wiped his face and ran away.

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