Chapter 48

"You're here."

Freya walked through the corridor and behind Bruce. He was standing on the glass curtain wall of the watchtower, wondering what he was thinking about.

"You didn't argue with them about the action plan."

"They are still blaming Stark?" Bruce did not look back.

"Many people are unhappy, especially the kids," Freya shook her head, "but Professor X held them down and didn't let Wolverine make a few holes in Iron Man's neck."

"What do you think?" Bruce asked.

"What about Stark?" Freya walked to him and stood side by side with him. The blue planet outside the window rolled and the white vortex blocked everything below. "Why? Are you worried that I would be angry about this?"

"On the contrary, I'm wondering why you are not angry." Bruce said with his head down.

Freya looked at him for a while before speaking.

"You know, I talked to Oliver about this global protection system before the Luther meeting."

"Then?"

"He said everything that happened in New York scared Stark, just like everything that happened in the metropolis scared him," Freya said. "I can feel their feelings, just like you did. When a smart person and a mediocre person were scared at the same time, B, I wouldn't be overly surprised to find out how lethal the smart person is."

"Because the helpless person can only stand in place and look up at the sky?" Bruce smiled.

"And the former would want to hold the sky in his palm." Freya's gaze was turbulent for a moment. "I can't say I was not offended by this alien alert mechanism at all, but I can understand why Stark did this. He went in the wrong direction, and Luther played a trick. A superhero who had experienced fear prepared for the future and wanted to keep everything in his palm was normal. But no, that wasn't what surprised me. Do you know what really surprised me, B?"

Bruce turned around and faced her gaze.

"I."

"You." Freya affirmed.

They were quiet for a while, and subtle folds appeared between the beautiful golden dragon's eyebrows.

"You scared me, B. Just in the conference room, your eyes told me that you and Stark had the same impulse and the same thoughts, the difference was that he did, he failed, and you didn't. I don't know if you didn't have time, or if you didn't show your failure. Honestly, this scared me."

"I won't do that," said Bruce. "The alliance is a whole."

"And you trust everyone in it?" Freya asked.

Gotham Knight smiled.

"I have been fighting side by side with all of you without any distractions."

"Lie." Freya said, her tone was gentle, but very sure.

"You're not ready yet, and being alone might ruin the entire league."

Bruce did not deny it.

Freya sighed, stepped forward, touched his exposed jaw. The rough touch, the warrior in front of her had forgotten to sort out himself for a few days.

"I hope you can prepare as soon as possible. B. There is not much time left for us. After training for so long, if anyone has any problems, Rongen has discovered it. What's more, there is still a peace ordinance between us and the mutants. Without Rongen's interference, this treaty will continue to work. I would rather use all my strength to resist strong enemies than be ready to take on attacks from behind at any time."

"Then you're a fool," Bruce said without hesitation, "Look at these people and think about the people who will join us in the future. Thieves, mercenaries, human weapons, they may be in the direction you would never expect."

"I don't like to swing my own swords, but if I have to, I will." Freya said, sadness tugging in her stomach, "but I won't set a warning distance for betrayal that has not yet happened. You can't face them all alone. B. We are facing strong enemies, a moment of hesitation, a moment of moment, a moment of life is enough to kill you. I really don't want to watch that happen."

Bruce's eyes softened a little.

"You must at least trust members of the alliance." Freya continued to press, "Tell me that you will call on our help when necessary, just as we rely on your wisdom and courage."

Batman looked away under her gaze.

A slight nod.

But Freya knew he wasn't going to do that.

"Can you contact your tribe members?" Bruce asked after a moment.

"I can't." Freya let go of that topic and made up her mind to stare at him in the upcoming war. "When I left on the impartial path, I deviated from their teachings to some extent. The attitude of intervening in disputes may even cause trouble to the entire race. People from other races may no longer trust the neutrality of the Elder House. If I were only me, I could take this responsibility myself when potential conflicts occur in the future. I have been willful and can no longer drag the entire planet into the fire of war."

"Random?" Bruce said half-jokingly, "Did you know that Dragon Girl has been ranked in the top five in the superhero support rate on social networks for three weeks?"

"I haven't looked at my phone for a long time, B." Freya rolled her eyes, "But I can guess this ranking without looking at my phone. The first one is either Superman or the captain, right?"

"The first place last week was Spider-Man." Bruce shrugged.

Freya was a little surprised, but she laughed quickly.

"Spider-Man is very good," she said. "He is still so young and will likely become another flag for the Avengers in the future."

"Yes," said Bruce, "he is still so young. He shouldn't face this. Children of his age, don't know how many of them will survive the battle in the future."

Freya was silent.

"Suddenly we have to face some powerful enemies that we have never heard of before. Suddenly, evil is emerging in every corner of the earth before, and suddenly every villain in the depths of the universe has set his sights on our world. Not to mention those young children, I never thought of facing these madness at this age." Bruce said.

He shook his head mockingly.

"I'm honestly starting to miss the days when the biggest troubles were Penguin and the clown's card."

"It's really hard to lock you in the watchtower for a few days without going to the night patrol, right?" Freya finally spoke, "I know you sneak down to patrol every night, and even put the satellite surveillance system on Gotham during the day, which made me a little creepy."

"I can't let a few kids wander around Gotham alone," said Bruce.

"The watchtower cannot lose your dispatch these days," Freya smiled. "If you open it, you will not lose your job at least, and Superman's boss bombards his cell phone with reprimand text messages every day."

Bruce snorted.

"Okay, don't be like a child," said Freya. "Come on, let's stop standing here. Do you want to drink something? The cellar of the watchtower is full of wines from various places. The tastes Strange brought from the strange space are quite unique, and the wines of the wizard are also unique."

"There are better wines in the manor," Bruce complained, but he kept up with the pace of Golden Dragon going downstairs. "It's a pity that some of them are out of print. Unless 'Brusy' is really crazy, he wouldn't be able to take these treasures to the watchtower. The wizard's wine tasted like soap, and Strange made some weird drinks. The wines that the mutant got were so soft that even grandma could not drink, and Tony, a stingy guy, wanted to just go in and out."

"Don't act like a spoiled little boy, B," Freya said softly, "just wine, wine won't kill you."

They went down to the lounge outside the third floor bedroom and brought several bottles of wine of various colors from the wine cellar.

The first thing that was unsealed was the fourteenth-degree Argentine red wine. It had a great momentum, and its strong intention slid down from the throat in the soft texture, and then rose from the stomach bag with a hot heat. Freya completely relaxed, leaned back in the armchair, and looked comfortably at the beating flames in the simulated fireplace. The Gotham Knight sat opposite her. After turning on the security system with the highest authority, he took off his mask and exposed his slightly tired face.

The galaxy was reflected in his eyes, bright and vast.

They clinked their glasses.

"What does that feel?" Bruce suddenly asked after the red wine moistened his lips, "Fly?"

He was looking at the starry sky outside the window. In the distance, Clark and Rong were floating quietly, looking at the planet beneath his feet.

Freya's fingertips rubbed the round mouth of the glass.

"Free." She said, "When you fly, you will throw all your worries behind you, only the wind blowing across your cheeks, the earth that quickly retreats from your feet, and the sky that never ends in front of you. The air passes through the gaps of the scales in my wings, making a slight sound, and the impact passes from the feathers to the bones, and then into my body. Sometimes, when I fly at full speed, I just want to fly like this, without stopping."

Bruce listened to her words.

"Flying deep in the universe is another thing," Freya continued. "I was almost caught in the vortex of its gravity when I flew over a blue star. Those quietly dormant planets seem beautiful and peaceful, but they hide the risk of crashing visitors. Gravity is an annoying guy. The larger the body, the more I can't escape the constraints of gravity. This is the first lesson I learned at Oastar."

"Wonderful." said Bruce, "I never knew there was such a mystery in deep space before I came into contact with you."

"The universe is too big, and there are too many civilizations," said Jin Long. "There are countless fragments left by civilization on my planet, and all traces are preserved in the universe library, where there is endless knowledge."

"Sounds good." Bruce nodded and took another sip of red wine.

"Dattan is a main red planet, shining under the blue light of the supreme stars. I learned to fly there, learn everything I need to survive." Freya said nostalgically, "If you want to try the feeling of flying, I can take you with you next time."

“Maybe I’ll love adventure when I’m younger.”

Bruce looked at her cautiously, as if judging the true meaning of the sentence, but there was a small curve on his lips.

Clark and Rong in the distance were gone, only the stars were still flashing outside the window.

I don't know which glass of wine it was, Freya showed a little bit of gold in her brown eyes when she was in the dark.

Bruce seemed to be hesitating about something, but he finally covered his palm on the table.

"What is it?" Freya blinked.

"A little trick," said Bruce.

He moved his palm away and left a white halo on the dark table.

As the golden dragon stared curiously, the white light floated into the air like feathers blown by the wind, turning into a silver bird. Its small claws curled up, its wings flapped, and flew skillfully and happily in the air.

Then it began to sing. It was a song that could not be captured with the ears, like a song that hits the deepest part of the heart, floating up from the deepest part, the deepest part.

Like warm sunshine, like soft tentacles, the singing sprinkles the entire void and fills every cell. It is the water vapor that reflects the light when the breeze blows, the swaying light in the dark night held by both hands, it is pure white, it is colorful, it is the color hidden behind the notes, buzzing, bouncing, jumping, and dancing in the echo.

From the sky to the ground under my feet was full of darkness, only the starlight from afar, only the little bird.

After singing the first and last song, it scattered in the palm of the golden dragon's palm that stretched out at some time.

Bruce looked at her with a little strange calmness.

"I thought you didn't like magic." Freya said softly.

“I don’t like others using magic on me.”

Bruce had smiles on the corners of his eyes, and he made a joke.

Just now, some silver feathers must have fallen into the dragon's chest, and a brisk throbbing burned silently there.

But she remained silent, and only slowly rose something warm and deep in her golden eyes.

Bruce smiled shortly.

"Come on," he said, "I have to have a good night's sleep today. Stark is positioned at Ultron. There is still a tough battle to fight tomorrow."

The author has something to say:                                                            

I love my brusi, I love my dragon, I also want someone to sing hf() for me;
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