The overall Baroque style bar is filled with sofas and coffee tables for guests to rest. Peter and Ned each have a glass of juice in their hands, crouching limply not far from the senior sister and the men who are catching up.

"That's Bruce Wayne." Ned covered his mouth and muttered to his good friend in a low voice, "Gotham's richest man, the president of Wayne Group." Look around and make sure no one listens to him. Ned leans closer to Peter's ear, "There are people on the Internet that if it weren't for Mr. Stark being Iron Man, a superhero, his popularity might not be comparable to Bruce Wayne."

They are both super rich and playboys, with surprisingly similar styles and personalities. Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne are always comparisons.

"Why can't Mr. Stark compare to him?" Peter's original intention of sitting here was not as obscene as his good friends thought. He just simply felt that he was in a security environment like Gotham, and now he was a high-risk place like a bar, so he had the obligation to ensure the safety of his senior sister.

And Bruce Wayne has a good reputation.

Ned, who knows his gay friend Spider-Man's identity and knows that Iron Man is the gay friend's sponsor, chuckled, "Because Tony Stark is shorter than Bruce Wayne...→_→"

━∑(￣□￣*|||━━ Peter, who had understood the law of the new world, suddenly realized that he was a little worried.

He isn't short, right?

*

Holding a glass of sweet wine in his hand, Dorothy sat down at the man's direction. Suddenly, Bruce Wayne appeared in a black suit, a white shirt, and a tie. He was just wearing a formal outfit, and it seemed that the man who sneaked out of some formal occasion was unceremoniously unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt, and the tie was loose.

Sitting in a slanted state on the sofa, Batman Bruce Wayne, who was drunk and holding wine in his hand, was really using himself as a model to show the public what it means to dandy and wander.

It turns out that Batman didn't go out to the streets to maintain public order immediately as soon as it gets dark.

Looking at the street lights that were already on outside, Dorothy thought.

[Of course not.] The system that has not been able to appear head-on for several chapters looked at Batman sitting opposite his host, and understood very well what the other party was making now. [Dorose, think about it, if Bruce Wayne disappeared at night, then the rumors in the world would still be that Bruce Wayne, the young boss of Wayne Group, relies on having a large legacy, spends money every day, and flirts with countless girls, which makes people envious? Then it should be that Bruce Wayne, a man who has never spent all his money in his lifetime and has many beauties competing to embrace, but he can't do it! Σ(⊙▽⊙) This is really sympathetic!] Is there a tragedy in the world?

"Puff..." The scene described by the system is too picture-like, Dorothy couldn't help but laugh--

So the master wants to maintain the character of a playboy without losing his character, but he is actually quite good at it :)

"What's so funny when I think of it?" The legs were crossed, and one hand was on my temple. Bruce sat tilted on the sofa, looking at the girl opposite. The girl wore a small black dress today, which made her skin look more and more fair and delicate. The most clever way was the design of the backless, which made the man unable to help but look over.

After drinking a sip of wine, Bruce couldn't help but admit that although he had only met the other party before, the girl left him an impression that other women could not compare with.

After all, not every girl he has met will turn around and knock down a gun-holding robber without blinking, and let his female companion turn a blind eye to him :)

The difficulty of the previous one is quite low, but the next one is…

Bruce took a sip of wine.

Even Tony Stark can't do it!

"Gotham's architecture is very distinctive." With a little bit of the man's subtle self-esteem and competitive spirit, Bruce put down his wine glass and leaned forward. His deep eyes blinked ambiguously, "How about...I'm a guide?" The long eyelashes flickered, and the man's voice was low and pleasant, "We can start with... watching the night view first."

Dorothy raised her gaze, and Bruce Wayne, who was sitting opposite her, smiled and pulled her tie suggestively with one hand. It seemed that before she could wait for her answer, the man immediately added, "The view on the terrace of my suite is really good..."

For a moment, no one spoke.

[Damn, ((‵□′))                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      �

Listening to the system's indignant voice, Doroth suddenly had a very bad premonition.

really--

[Main Survival Mission - A qualified male god cannot admit defeat just because he is at the opponent's home court! Please be a big vote within 12 hours, so that Bruce Wayne will admire you from the bottom of his heart! (~￣▽￣)~]

Play a big ticket?

Let Batman worship her?

Dorothy shook her wine glass and sent the sweet liquid into her mouth. She leaned back against the soft and hard cushion behind her.

How should she complete this task?

Is it possible to find a clown to blow up Arkham and let Gotham be free from trouble from now on. Will everyone live and work in peace and contentment?

"Bruce, why are you here?" Just as Dorothy was having a headache about her hot chicken system, two women in costumes quickly approached, and then sat on both sides of Bruce Wayne, one left and one right. "We're still looking for you." The two tall beauties are the cover models of "Vanity Fair" this month.

"ladies                                                                                                                             �

The two beauties were very satisfied with Dorothy's predecessor, and satisfiedly set up Bruce Wayne and planned to walk out.

"Hi Hi..." Bruce was left without blinking again by the blonde girl. Bruce was helpless and funny, and there was a little subtle feeling of being hit by the male self-esteem. "I'll call you?" He really had to go back to the banquet hall upstairs. But he was a little unwilling to be ignored by the same girl again.

Bruce really didn't understand what the blonde girl in front of her was thinking.

#System: Dorothy is thinking about me o(*￣︶￣*)o#

Dorothy leaned against the sofa without looking up, but waved her hand unanimously - if she failed to complete the task this time, she would not be able to survive next Monday and would not be able to wait for Batman to call her. If she could complete the task this time, then whether Batman still wants to call her then will be an unknown number :)

"Senior sister..." Peter looked at his senior sister sitting gracefully leaning on the sofa, and his slender arms slowly waved at the man who had a female companion and dared to chat with him. Then he drank the remaining half glass of wine in the glass.

"Senior sister, are you tired? Do you want to go back to your room to rest?" Peter was worried that his senior sister would be in a bad mood because she was neglected by a playboy, so he suggested very considerately.

Dorothy looked up at Spider-Man with a worried face, and couldn't help but sigh that the other party was really kind-hearted. "No, sit down." He pointed to the position where Bruce Wayne had just sat, and she motioned Peter to sit down.

What is this task?

On the other side, Ned couldn't help but sigh that his gay friend actually knew how to retreat to advance. Now that he had already been to the opposite of his senior sister, an uninvited guest appeared next to Dorothy and Peter.

"(｡･∀･)ﾉﾞHi" The person was dressed in punk, with white hair dyed pink and green, with a picker around his neck and a pair of high heels with studs on his feet. This beauty, who was dressed in a very 2D style, stood by the sofa, pointing to the position where Peter was just about to sit down. "Do you mind if I sit here?" After that, without waiting for anyone to answer, she squeezed away Peter and sat down.

"Huh?" The little spider who was pushed away couldn't react to what was going on now.

"I'm Harley", the second-dimensional beauty looked particularly good when she smiled. She stretched out her hand to Dorothy, "Halley Quinn."

Dorothy's first reaction was that the name was very familiar, as if a writer who wrote mystery novels used Quinn as a pseudonym.

And her second reaction...

Harley Quinn?

"Doros", smiling and shook hands with the second-dimensional beauty opposite, Dorothy blinked at the other party, "I like your name, Harley."

Maybe she will live through the next Monday.

The system was so scared that the god in front of him was trembling - [Being a mistress is immoral, Dorothy!!! The original wife will chop you up to 180 yuan and throw it into the sea!!!Σ(⊙▽⊙"] Male gods cannot be mistress ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

Withdrawing his hand, Dorothy signaled the waiter to get wine for Harley while despising his own system in his heart—

"Can you have some creativity?"

Who wants to be a mistress?

It's not her anyway :)
Chapter completed!