Nothing Is Unbreakable, Except Wealth

As Bruce gradually grew used to Russell's rhythm, he developed an extremely strong resistance to Russell's daily nonsense. He shot him a look as if he were looking at a silly bird and let Russell figure it out himself.

When he had first met Russell, Bruce had thought it was terrifying for a silly bird to possess such overwhelming strength, because you could never guess what he would do next.

Bruce no longer thought so.

A guy with immense power who happened to be a silly bird was the good fortune of the entire Earth, because silly birds tended to focus on silly bird problems.

But keeping mistresses was another matter. Bruce felt it was necessary to ask. In the past, he had never shied away from the playboy label, but things were different now. In eight months, he would become a father.

Bruce could even imagine that if he ignored the mistress issue, Russell would dare to go around saying he had tacitly admitted it, and Miranda would dare to burn the house down on the spot.

Being a husband for the first time was an absolutely terrible experience!

Bruce forced a smile. "What do you mean, keeping mistresses? I did have a lot of girlfriends in the past, but not anymore. Don't spread baseless rumors."

"As expected of Batman. Such good acting."

Russell snorted. "Since you say you don't have any now, let me ask you this: what's the deal with Poison Ivy?"

"You know?"

Bruce's heart skipped a beat. The venom Poison Ivy produced was extremely useful to him and tied into many emergency plans. If Russell had noticed it beforehand, it could very likely disrupt his arrangements.

"If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place."

Russell envied...

Ahem!

Russell looked