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"You want to adopt him?" Clark asked after everyone had returned to their rooms.

Bruce doesn't speak, but Clark knows he's guessed right.

"You said it wasn't my fault, I believe it." He stepped forward and looked out the window side by side with the other party, "But it's not your fault either."

The heaviness in Bruce's eyes eased a little, "He's still too young, I don't want his long life to start with revenge, maybe it would be better for him to stay."

"Have you investigated?" Clark smiled.

"It's not difficult," Bruce said.

Alfred came in with a glass of milk, and shook his head when he heard the words, "His parents are all that child can have."

"That's why I want to adopt him as my adopted son." Bruce said, "I am very lucky to meet you, Alfred, and accompany me through those dark days." (This piece of dialogue is the new bat In the hero, once again Amli really cute young master!!)

"You've changed a lot."

Bruce raised the corner of his mouth, "I just suddenly felt that if some words are not spoken, maybe one day they will never be conveyed."

"Then I hope that day comes as late as possible."

Clark found that he still didn't know enough about Bruce's family. For example, he didn't know that this respectable old gentleman was also proficient in various hacking techniques and could provide him with a lot of help when Bruce was at a loss.

No one can match the tacit understanding between them, maybe the current self is not good either.

It's like I didn't find out when Alfred Alcohol left, and how I investigated all of this.

But it doesn't matter, he still has enough time to slowly understand.

He broke the sudden silence between the two of them, and suggested in a relaxed and cheerful way, "Go and see the children, like a normal parent."

"..."

"What they need is a father, a family, not a house or a cash machine or anything," Clark urged.

"I think this suggestion is very good." Alfred stood straight, "Since you are willing to accept the children as a member of the family, then I think you should fulfill the responsibility of a father, not a criminal Krypton."

Bruce looked at Alfred, as if protesting silently, but like countless times in the past, he would never be able to resist his old butler in such trivial matters.

Tim stayed in Wayne Manor in this way, and Bruce helped him deal with his parents' funeral affairs. When he returned to the manor, perhaps because he had cried a lot, the boy's face looked haggard, but his spirit was strong. It looked more exciting than last night.

After dinner, the boys went back to their room to continue their emotional exchange, and Bruce went straight to the Batcave.

The losses caused by the last battle have just been counted, and there are still countless alienated people waiting for treatment. There are too many things waiting for him to deal with.

The newly installed bat computer played the picture of Jon on the watchtower.

Today it is the turn of Aquaman and Heroine to be on duty, but the former is still leading the tribe to fight the submarine volcano, and the latter volunteered to take over the work of docking with Colonel Steve of the Intelligence Department, and is currently still in the White House.

"Barry promised to come to replace him." Jon said while watching the monitor.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, before his words fell, a red lightning bolt rushed into the control room, he stopped in front of the computer, the kraft paper bag in his arms was stuffed to the brim, and there were at least five of them that he could see visually. A baguette, a sandwich and four large burgers.

"Hey, bat!" Barry waved in the direction of the computer and said super fast, "Sorry I'm late because a kid got lost on the way and I'm hungry..."

"Don't worry, take your time." Bruce didn't stop, and took the time to answer.

"Where's Big Blue? Didn't come with you?"

"You can turn on the TV," Bruce said.

Barry turned on the TV in a daze. As soon as the screen lit up, Superman's 360-degree handsome face jumped out.

"It's a press conference again." Barry looked at Clark on the screen with a gentle and peaceful expression, and couldn't find any faults. "Poor Clark, I dare say he's going crazy."

At this time, Alfred walked into the Batcave with a glass of strangely colored vegetable juice. Bruce froze, and the face under the mask almost turned into the color of vegetable juice.

"Appropriate vitamin supplementation is of extraordinary significance to the maintenance of world peace." Alfred Mulu warned.

It's the kind of warning that if you don't drink it, you won't see cookies on the table again.

Alfred's expression softened after Bruce drank it all in one gulp, "Master Tim looked for you before."

"I'm sorry Alfred, wait until I finish the matter." Alfred didn't expect to be able to convince his stubborn master right away. In fact, after getting along with him for the past two days, Bruce's performance was already very gratifying in his opinion.

He put the cup back on the tray and left the Batcave.

By the time Bruce finally finished the work at hand, it was already late at night.

Tim should be asleep, right?

Bruce raised his head in front of the computer desk, and for a moment he didn't even know what year it was. Then he stretched his stiff neck, stood up from the computer, and walked slowly back to the manor.

Clark was back, frying poached eggs with heat vision in the kitchen.

He usually doesn't do this when there are people around, maybe this time he wants to save some gas money because everyone is asleep?

No matter how many times I watch Bruce, I am very curious about how ordinary non-stick pans can withstand the heat rays, especially whether Clark’s eyes have astigmatism. Theoretically, the emitted heat rays will also focus on two points. That's right.

Kryptonians are indeed amazing.

Clark came out of the kitchen with two plates and put one of them in front of Bruce, interrupting his wandering thoughts.

"Eat, you must have not eaten well tonight."

The two sat at the long table facing each other, with an egg sandwich in front of each.

"How about your work?"

"Your idea is very useful. When I heard that I could get the internal information of the league, Perry almost packed it up and sent me out." Clark said with a smile, "I can concentrate on the work of the league in the next week. .”

"Have you thought about the content of the report?" Bruce thought while eating a sandwich.

"Choose something that is not afraid of people to see, such as Barry's favorite hamburger restaurant, whether the light on the green light is real, listen to Arthur tell Diana about the customs of Atlantis or Paradise Island, etc."

Clark poked the plate with a knife and fork, "Or do you have something to report?"

"Reserve an interview spot for me, officially announce that the Wayne Group is exclusively funding the Justice League, and expose the patent matter at the same time."

"it is good."

Clark wanted to ask him what he was going to do next, but his sensitive hearing allowed him to clearly hear the slight friction sound when the door was opened.

There was a slight sound of footsteps in the direction of the corridor on the second floor, and Bruce also looked up. Tim was standing in the shadow of the corridor on the second floor, staring at him blankly.

"What's wrong?" Bruce put down his fork.

"Slap" "Slap" "Slap"

The boy went downstairs and stood in front of him with a hesitant expression.

"Uncomfortable, or do you need anything?" Clark said.

Tim seemed to have finally made up his mind, looked into Bruce's eyes, and said every word.

"You're a superhero family, right?"

Bruce's expression didn't change, but his heart skipped a beat.

He thought a lot for a moment, but in the end he still looked at him calmly, "What do you want to say?"

"I have no malice." Tim spread his hands open first, indicating that he was harmless. "I noticed some details, including the skill Jason showed when he rescued me that day, and some of your conversations later."

He looked at Clark, "And your strange apologetic attitude towards me is also suspicious."

"Sometimes they would tell anecdotes from the past, and I found some hidden clues, and although they were careful, I heard something that wasn't quite what a normal family should be."

Tim carefully weighs the ambiguity in his words.

"And there are you." Having said that, he paused strangely, "You have no flaws, but my intuition tells me that you are different."

"At school, I was an elite member of the detective agency, and my instincts never went wrong."

"A qualified detective doesn't rely on intuition to judge right from wrong." Bruce sneered, Baby Bruce leaned back lazily on the backrest, looking at him with a slightly critical look.

After all, Tim is only a child under 15 years old, and he is a little bit impatient.

"You're Batman, right?" He stared at Bruce with wide eyes.

Bruce looked back at him, with a more innocent and puzzled expression than him, "Why do you ask that? Why should I give up the good life of a rich man and not enjoy it, and go out in the middle of the night dressed as a dirty mouse to engage in performance art? "

"Will an ordinary rich man agree with his children to face huge and terrifying monsters in order to save irrelevant people? Will an ordinary rich man take the lives of strangers so seriously?"

"What misunderstanding do you have about the rich, the rich are just ordinary people." Bruce said helplessly.

"But you're not." His tone was absolutely certain.

"Because he is Superman." He suddenly threw a blockbuster.

Clark, who didn't expect to be shot while lying down, turned his head blankly.

"Maybe you have forgotten, but you once saved me when I was very young." He paused, "You once hugged me, and the feeling you hugged me is exactly the same as that day."

Clark looked confused, and Bruce felt that if what he was thinking could be turned into the background, now he must have "this is okay???" written all over his back.

"I didn't pay attention that day, but after thinking about it, he has a very different attitude towards you." Tim said calmly, "That's not the way a rich man or a simple investor would look. He trusts you, respects you, and will You see it as an arm and comrade-in-arms that you can rely on, and these are not things that can be given out casually."