Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne didn't yet know that the entire underworld of Gotham City had cast their malicious gaze upon him. As the head of Gotham's most influential family, a billionaire, he had been surrounded by countless praises and envy since childhood, and after growing up, he became the star and focus of major media, parties, and charity galas.

Just then, this favored son of heaven encountered a perfect couple at a high-end Western restaurant.

"Hey, isn't this the Criminal's Nemesis, Prosecutor Harvey Dent? It's an honor to meet you, I'm Bruce Wayne." The old man deliberately said.

The perfect couple also appeared slightly surprised. "Hey, hello." The handsome blond with blue eyes cast a questioning glance at his girlfriend. She merely shrugged helplessly. The handsome man smiled, "I am indeed Harvey Dent." He politely stood up and extended his hand.

Bruce Wayne shook the hand of his 'Love Rival' with a hint of complexity. "I hope I didn't disturb you. My friend and I came here to eat and happened to see you..." He smiled gently at the handsome man's girlfriend. "Rachel and I have been friends for a long time..."

Rachel Dawes smiled helplessly at her boyfriend and said to this former schoolmate, "Bruce, it's good to see you again. I always thought you had gone abroad..."

Our billionaire playboy flashed a charming smile. "If you mean traveling the world, yes, I just returned from the Republic of Congo..."

"Oh, right~" He introduced the female companion by his side. "This is Natasha Romanov. Natasha, this is Rachel."

With red hair, blue eyes, and a high nose bridge, Bruce Wayne's companion bore a slight resemblance to Rachel at first glance. Harvey raised an eyebrow and said, "Natasha?"

The young president of Wayne Enterprises snapped his fingers. "If it's not too rude, shall we have a competition? Since everyone is curious..."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. This place..."

"It's alright, I own it!"

Everyone looked helplessly at the young rich man's silent display of wealth—Bruce's class was far superior to that guy Stark's.

After everyone was seated again, Natasha Romanov finally said with a smile, "Principal dancer of the Moscow Ballet." She looked at Rachel. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Rachel Dawes, an assistant district attorney." The girl opposite extended her hand, not to be outdone.

Clearing his throat, Bruce awkwardly reminded the two, "Uh, if you don't mind, can we order first? Natasha and I haven't eaten yet. You know, the ballet company performed all day..."

"Of course, your freedom~" Rachel finally released her hand. "Next week, Harvey is also planning to take me to see the ballet..."

Harvey Dent raised an eyebrow. "Of course, my lady, your wish is my command!" He kissed his girlfriend's hand.

Bruce Wayne: "..."

"Hey, guys." Even as an observer, Natasha could sense the strong jealousy emanating from the billionaire beside her. She amusingly changed the subject. "What's the point of talking about these boring things? If we're going to talk, let's talk about some hot news! Have you all heard of Iron Man? Wow, the first time I heard about it, my friends in Moscow and I were stunned. You Americans really know how to have fun!"

Bruce then put away his laser-like envious and jealous gaze and forced a smile. "If you're talking about Tony, then I can only regretfully say that he is an arrogant, conceited, and self-proclaimed romantic guy. Although he's a bit handsome, of course, not as handsome as me." The billionaire said humorously.

The men and women present chuckled.

"Yes, I know him, the heir of the Stark family, a playboy, Tony Stark, the so-called Iron Man." Bruce said dismissively.

"Really?" Even Rachel looked at him with some surprise. "You actually know Tony Stark..." The assistant district attorney's eyes held a hint of longing. "A Superhero?"

"Him?" Bruce was jealous. "A hero? Come on, Tony might fit the titles of genius, rich, philanthropist, and playboy, but a hero..." He pouted.

"We have no fate in this life!"

Natasha covered her mouth. "Can I assume you're jealous? Bruce, my boy." The woman spoke with a hint of seduction, a touch of charm, and nine parts teasing. "For another boy's willfulness and vanity?"

Bruce took the bait, angered. "For him? Damn it, even if everyone in the world died, I wouldn't envy him! What the Stark family has, I have too. What the Stark family doesn't have, Wayne Enterprises is also industry-leading. He's a billionaire, and I'm no worse! If we were to really throw money around, I could buy the Empire State Building and smash it for fun in minutes, believe it or not, madam!"

The ballet dancer charmingly linked her arm with the gentleman's. "Of course, my King! You're the best in this world~" She licked Bruce Wayne's earlobe.

"..." Faced with this, the other couples who had intended to show off their affection coughed awkwardly.

"Ahem," Harvey said. "Putting that aside, Mr. Wayne, I didn't know Wayne Enterprises had business dealings with Stark Industries. Isn't Wayne Enterprises always based in Gotham City and the world's aviation and transportation industries? How is it involved with Stark Industries, which primarily produces military equipment..."

Bruce Wayne also recovered from his playboy persona, speaking with elegant composure. "Is it that strange? Wayne Enterprises, like Stark Industries, are top-tier capital industries in the great United States. Isn't it normal to have some interaction? In today's globalized world..."

Harvey was speechless. Rachel, unable to bear seeing her boyfriend embarrassed, spoke up in his defense. "But we've never heard that you actually know Tony Stark..."

Bruce's heart ached slightly at the words of the woman he had a crush on. He said bleakly, "Because we haven't had a good relationship since childhood, so... I'm sorry, can we not talk about him?"

Everyone suddenly understood. It made sense. They were both darlings of heaven, both billionaires, and even their personalities were so similar: proud, arrogant, and conceited, believing the world revolved around them. It would be strange if these two got along.

Natasha Romanoff's green eyes flashed with a sharp light, but she quickly concealed it with a downward glance. She nonchalantly wiped her mouth. The ballet dancer continued to tease, "Then, regarding Stark admitting he was Iron Man some time ago, Bruce, what are your thoughts..."

"Do you think the public needs a masked vigilante..." she said meaningfully, "to walk openly on the streets, to dare to buy groceries and daily necessities without fear of being robbed or extorted; they need a so-called hero!"

A sharp glint flashed in Bruce's eyes. The lady's words were like a deafening roar.

"Does a country need a so-called superhero to dare to say no to all criminals... Isn't this the sorrow of this country?"

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