133. The Proposal to Wayne (Part 1): Why not?

When Wayne promised that "he would be the first person you saw when you woke up," the farmer thought it was just a normal bedtime comfort.

So when the sunlight streamed onto the small bed on the farm, and Aria opened her eyes to start her day's work, she almost fell out of the bed.

In the wet newspapers caught by farmers, Baby Brucie is often strongly associated with Gotham's rainy nights and the city's eternally flashing neon lights. Gossip tabloid reporters are always keen to highlight his blue eyes and his melancholic temperament surrounded by money but not happy...

Although he was nothing like the Wayne that Aria knew, the farmer often experienced a strange cycle when picking up the newspaper: it looked weird - took another look - still looked weird, should he recycle it - no, he'd better keep it.

But this one is different——

"Good morning, Aria."

Bruce Wayne is smiling.

"I hope you had a good dream last night."

"You...you...Mr. Wayne...Bruce?"

Oh no, this time the system really broke down and she started dreaming.

But the warm sunlight flooded over the back of Wayne's hand, and the person in front of him even subconsciously raised his hand to feel the temperature, which was completely different from Gotham... It was so lifelike that it was impossible for the farmer to have made it up out of thin air.

Facing the farmer's shock, Wayne folded his hands across his chest, his body language rarely relaxed: "You must be wondering why I'm here."

Yes, many friends may ask, why is Bruce Wayne here? What is the reason for Bruce Wayne being here? In fact, I don’t know either... Wait, at this time, don’t think about those weird newspaper contents!

The farmer shook his head, dispelling those strange thoughts.

According to some Gotham rumors, Batman often sneaks into criminals' homes in the middle of the night, yanking them out of their sweet dreams and torturing them. Bruce Wayne and Batman are so close that if Batman can't be there, he might just pass on messages...

There is no doubt that it was Wayne this time, but if something happens again next time, the person standing at the head of the bed might be Batman.

Aria looked a little stomach-aching.

What is coming will eventually come.

…

This was actually an irrational action, Wayne thought.

Last night's chaos forced him to face one thing - if he continued to conceal his dual identity, then because of Aria's unnecessary sympathy for Wayne, she would continue to try to bear Bruce Wayne's fate, would put herself in danger more than once, and would go through fire and water for Wayne - until she was dragged into the abyss by his secret.

Although he didn't want to, the time had come to make a decision.

...At least that's what Batman decided after cleaning up the mess and returning to the Batcave.

Until three hours ago.

Alfred had obviously reached the age where he could turn on the light and find his young master sitting in the dark without being startled. He sighed and decided not to comment on Bruce Wayne's all-night behavior.

The Joker's death was extremely sudden, and the farmer was like a sudden gust of wind from the sky, blowing away the dark cloud hanging over Gotham. Everyone experienced it differently.

Alfred's mood was also a little complicated, but it was a good kind of complicated.

But he had to say it. If he didn't, he suspected that the young master would figure out something strange tonight and then keep the farmer away the next day.

"Master," Alfred put down the cup of hot milk and spoke carefully, "Considering my age... perhaps my advice on Miss Aria's issue is of some reference value."

"Afu..."

Wayne tried to deny it, but his denial seemed quite powerless in front of the old butler who saw everything.

"Miss Aria is a good child. She possesses some wonderful abilities, but she has never used them to do anything bad. Instead, she has always been helping others... I believe that kind people will always find each other."

"Afu..."

"I believe she is stronger than you think. Difficulties unknown to the person concerned should not be a reason for rejection."

"—so why don't you ask yourself."

"Alfred," Bruce Wayne finally found the opportunity to finish his words: "There's really nothing between Aria and me."

The farmer lacked common sense in some aspects, and he could not directly apply the way people get along with each other to her.

"Oh," the British butler said, his eyes now tinged with sympathy, "so it seems that for now, your relationship is one of pure comrades, where you can sleep with your head on each other's knees."

Bruce Wayne: "..."

"It is also very important for comrades to be honest about their identities and trust each other."

Bruce Wayne was speechless and remained silent in the darkness for a long time.

Then appeared here.

So the question is, how to make the farmer believe that Bruce Wayne is Batman?

He has always been quite successful in playing Bruce Wayne - even if one day Wayne said that he was Batman in front of all the people in Gotham, people would just think he was drunk, or that this cynical rich second generation was trying to play a joke.

Therefore, this matter requires full attention, careful planning, and sufficient evidence.

…

"Actually, it's impossible for Bruce Wayne to find you with his abilities. The only one who can do that is..."

"Mr. Wayne, do you mind that someone with a criminal record is going after you?"

"…Batman."

Two people who were completely on different channels fell into a strange silence at this moment. They stared at each other, trying to read some information from each other's eyes.

...But I found nothing, as if I was shouting in a deserted wilderness.

The two spoke again at the same time.

"I mean, can I chase you?"

"I am Batman."

“…”

This time the desperate silence lasted even longer than the last, until the farmer broke it with tears in his eyes: "Is this the popular way of rejection in Zuzu City these days?"

Bruce Wayne had a slight headache. The last time he had such a headache was when Damian's school called his parents in.

"No, just stating the facts."

“I AM BATMAN.”

"Oh, really..."

The situation was not what he had expected, and the farmer accepted this fact quite quickly without even having to show any evidence.

For the first time, Wayne felt that even if he revealed that he was Superman, there was more than an 80% chance that the farmer would believe him.

Bruce Wayne's vigilance is considered low among ordinary people. Suddenly, he felt that he should not care about his identity for now. The most urgent task was to provide anti-fraud training to the farmers.

But Aria obviously didn't think so.

Like a network disconnection and reconnection, the farmer finally started moving again.

She covered her chest and leaned back, gasping for air, as if the entire Batcave, the liquid nitrogen used to freeze her claws, was rushing towards her.

“??!”

This is simply the most desperate event of the year, which means that for so long, she has been doing a lot of illegal (?) things in front of Batman himself.

The past life was passing by Aria like a revolving lantern... What... So she has reached the top of the mountain... Lewis, what a coincidence, you are here too...

"Aria?" Bruce Wayne, unaware that the farmer's brain had crashed and thinking she was about to faint from shock, was about to take some first aid measures when he was suddenly grabbed by the farmer's hand.

The hands were dry and warm, completely different from those of the people in Gotham, but Wayne took them.

As if searching for the last bit of hope in life, the farmer seemed to have started talking nonsense.

"Then can I still like you?"

Boom, boom, boom.

This chaos seemed to have also messed up Bruce Wayne's thoughts.

He heard his own heartbeat, spinning and dancing with the dust flying in the sunlight, and finally falling like a feather on the back of Aria's hand.

He heard himself ask, "Why not?"

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