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Bruce's... home.

The word made Clark nervous for no reason.

His home, and his "father".

...and he was wearing a particularly disreputable old pajamas!

God!

The little superman in Clark's heart rolled all over the ground wanting to cry, but wished he could rush into the sun to calm down now.

Rao!Why on earth did he wait until the last second before rushing out the door!Is this the retribution he used to cheat by relying on super speed to keep himself from being late? !

It's a pity that the gods of Krypton can't control the affairs of the earth, let alone the affairs of another plane, so the prayers of his only remaining believers are destined to be wasted. No matter how happy Clark is, the exquisite and luxurious buildings in Wayne Manor , all appeared in their field of vision.

In fact, it is really similar to Wayne Manor in another world, except that the free-climbing wild roses around it are missing, making it look a little more desolate.

The gate of the manor was open, and the two of them walked straight in, but just a few steps away, Clark keenly felt something flying towards them, and he subconsciously wanted to block it with his body, but was quickly pulled by Bruce's quick-eyed hand , realizing that he cannot casually expose his invulnerability.

Fortunately, that thing was not facing the person. With the strong wind blowing in his face, a stick was inserted three centimeters in front of his toes.

Almost at the same time, a black-haired boy who looked about sixteen or seventeen jumped down from the tree and landed handsomely in front of them, "Hey, breaking into a private house is illegal, and if you go any further, you will be beaten."

"That...sorry." Clark said while scanning Bruce with his peripheral vision, but judging from Bruce's expression, he seemed to be very confused about this development.

Fortunately, within a few minutes, a bigger, gentle-looking young man ran out of the manor in a hurry, and bowed his head while pressing the previous boy to apologize, "Sorry, I scared you, but It is really rude to enter someone's house without permission and there is a bell at the door if you need help."

The boy under his control struggled unwillingly, "Let go, that's enough! Grayson, I didn't do anything wrong, why should I apologize!"

"You can't use violence casually." The young man lowered his voice and said, "If you say more, I'll tell Ah Fu to buckle your cookies."

His so-called lowered voice was aimed at ordinary people, but for two people outside the specification, what he said could be heard clearly at such a short distance.

Bruce's expression changed, "Let's find Mr. Alfred."

"Are you looking for the butler grandpa? Are you his friend?" The poor boy finally broke free from the youth's grasp, and looked at them after hearing the words, "But Ah Fu never said that he had friends like you in Gotham. "

"Go and tell him that Match Malone has come back to look for him, and he will meet me."

The boy looked at him suspiciously, then pulled out the short stick stuck in the ground, and ran into the manor.

"Are you Alfred's relative?" Bruce asked with great interest.

In fact he knew no, Alfred had no other family.

"No." The young man replied happily, "My name is Dick Grayson, and I look like Bruce Wayne."

"Pfft, cough cough!" Clark couldn't catch his breath, and almost choked to death on his own saliva.

Bruce's smile also froze for a moment, "...to raise...adopted son?"

"You don't know?" Dick's smile restrained a little, and he looked at them with a little bit of defense, "Ah Fu's friends all know."

"Sorry Dick, this is the first time I've been back to Gotham in five years."

Dick seemed to believe it, but he didn't seem to believe it. Bruce noticed that his standing position and posture had been carefully considered. If they were bad guys, there would be plenty of time to react whether they were actively subduing or passively avoiding each other.

Is a practicing family.

Fortunately, Bruce had already heard Alfred's hurried footsteps from far to near, the door of the mansion was pushed open, Alfred, who was much older, stood tremblingly at the door, and saw the people in the crowd at first sight Bruce.

Only then did the young man feel relieved, and greeted him happily, "Ah Fu, you never said that you still have so many friends..."

But he didn't respond to him, in fact, he couldn't see anyone else anymore.

He walked down a few steps in a daze, and said in Bruce's direction, "Is it true?"

Bruce went up to him and held his hand, as firmly and forcefully as when the tall butler greeted him all those years ago.

"Yes!"

A few minutes later, Clark followed Bruce to the sofa in the manor.

Although the two children were at a loss, they were very sensible and didn't ask any more questions, leaving the living room to a few adults—of course, the bugs left behind secretly don't count.

Clark was thinking wildly while sipping the coffee Alfred excitedly brought out from the kitchen.

Is it really worthy of being Batman's child?

Five years is a long time, and it can change the appearance of most things, but five years is a short time, and it can't add a sense of separation and distance between closely related relatives.

"I'm so happy to see the master bring his friends back to the manor one day." Alfred handed over the selected high-end suit to Clark gracefully, not at all slighted by his poor taste and dress , "But I'm sorry, the manor hasn't bought new clothes for a long time, so I can only ask Master Clark to wear his old clothes for the time being, and I will order the latest styles immediately."

"Don't bother, that's fine." Clark said hastily.

Bruce explained his experience in a few short sentences. Alfred didn't seem surprised, and also briefly introduced the identities of the two "adopted sons" to them.

"I adopted them near Crime Alley," Alfred said.

"The older one is called Dick Grayson, a member of the famous Flying Grayson family, and the younger one is called Jason Todd."

Bruce doesn't know the origin of Jason Todd, but he still knows about Flying Grayson. He even bought a ticket to visit their performance in Gotham under Alfred's suggestion, but it was a pity that he suddenly popped up to mess with him. The clown messed things up.

He had also heard about the tragedy of the Grayson family, and he blamed himself very much for a time. If he had gone to the scene that day, he might have been able to prevent the tragedy, and then he would bring the culprit to justice, but the surviving child It seemed to have disappeared, and then something happened to Rachel, and he no longer had the energy to pay attention to it.

"They lived on the streets, lived a difficult life under several gangsters, and later met the bosses of the Bain Legion." Alfred said, "When I met them, they were almost dead."

"I kept them and healed their injuries. During those days, I was a little bit out of energy and not in good health, so they stayed to take care of me again."

Alfred lightly recounted his mental journey at that time, but how could Clark not understand why he was out of energy and in poor health.

That is the existence of the child he raised with little care and care, and he poured all his love and hope into it.

He died, his body was smashed to pieces, not even a larger fragment was left, all of which were scattered in the sea.

Even if he knew it wasn't true, even if he just thought about it, Clark felt so hopeless that he couldn't breathe, let alone Alfred who didn't know the truth at the time.

Bruce obviously understands too.

"I kept them here, hoping that they can take care of this manor and the family cemetery behind me after a hundred years." Alfred paused, and then said, "But since you are back, of course it is up to you up to you……"

"No, Alfred, you've done a good job." Bruce said, "I'll give you everything I have left, and of course you can decide how to use it."

"Are you going?" Alfred asked.

Clark's heart skipped a beat, but before he could say anything, Bruce's voice came over.

"I want to go out for a walk, please help me find a room for Clark to rest."

"Alright sir, I've been cleaning your room all the time." Alfred said. "I think you must be able to see a lot of different things."

Clark's heart sank again, feeling ashamed for his momentary delusion.