[Comprehensive British and American] Humanoid weapons

When Bruce came in, Little Kirk was still twisting his body, trying to change his disadvantage.

So what Bruce saw was a scene of a superman with a happy little flower floating on his arm and a bat group twisting in strange movements. Among other things, it really looked like a giant golden retriever hanging from a miniature black kitten.

Or the fried hair kind...

Bruce had no doubt that if the person holding the height was not a superman, an ordinary person would have been twisted to the ground by the pair of short legs that looked only a little long.

The Hydra super weapon statement is not false.

"Kirk."

Bruce's voice made the fiercely resisting Ghost Blade pause for a moment.

After realizing the slight disapproval and shock in his tone, he stopped his movements.

The twisted little bat cub drooped from Clark's arm, turning into a really limp ball, and was obediently held up high.

All of this, from counterattack to giving up, is just a matter of 1 minute.

Before Clark noticed something was wrong, little Kirk had turned into a good-natured ball, as if he was no different from an ordinary child.

Only Bruce knew what Kirk was really thinking at that moment.

He frowned slightly in his heart, but his face remained calm, as if he hadn't noticed anything, as if he was just surprised by the scene of raising the height just now, and walked quickly to Clark's side.

"What are you doing?" Bruce smiled, gave Clark a look calmly, and hugged little Kirk from his hand.

The soft dumpling was bouncing in his arms. Unlike the skinny one who just arrived at Wayne's house, the little Kirk now has a little soft flesh on his body, which is not as good as ordinary children, but he is still very soft in his arms.

When he was in Bruce's arms, he was really well-behaved instead of pretending to be well-behaved, and he was completely different from the expressionless look before.

He seemed a little unhappy. When Bruce picked him up, his small body twisted around. The whole hairball lay in Bruce's arms, with his face buried in his neck.

It was an uncomfortable position, dangerous and vulnerable.

Bruce's body tensed involuntarily for a moment, and was forcibly suppressed again.

Like a real father, he patted little Kirk on the back reassuringly, then turned his attention to Clark who seemed a little dazed: "Clark?"

"Huh?" Clark didn't come back to his senses at the moment.

Handing Little Kirk to Bruce was purely a subconscious action on his part, and it was only when Bruce called his name that he completely recovered.

Then he noticed what Bruce and Kirk were doing now.

Batman is always Batman, and he will not put himself in a dangerous state or position. Even if he is holding his son, he is really close to little Kirk in his heart, and his actions are still defensive.

Those slender hands seem to be comforting, and they are indeed comforting, but more of them stay at the back of the neck. Once Ghost Blade makes any inappropriate moves, Bruce can easily threaten him on the other side. Subdue him before safety.

This is a move that can go either way.

Clark couldn't help but said, "Bruce..." That's your son.

Bruce's expression was very light, and when he raised his head, his voice was full of natural doubts: "Huh?"

The voice was very sweet, but it frightened the little reporter out of goosebumps abruptly.

Clark resolutely shut up, not daring to make any further comments on Bruce's behavior, but his eyes still fell on the fluffy little Kirk in Bruce's arms. After a long silence, he couldn't help but said, "Can you give me a hug?"

This is the first, and possibly only, offspring of the small-town boy.

The physical and reproductive isolation of the Kryptonian means that he and the people on Earth are destined to have no normal offspring. Besides, everyone likes Superman, and no one likes the little reporter in the Daily Planet. Poor Clark has never had one. A girlfriend, let alone offspring.

Now it's hard to have a real cub of his own, although it seems strange that the cub is his own and his good partner, but this does not prevent Clark from liking little Kirk.

A kid with Kryptonian blood.

Clark felt like he was in a dream.

This little cub is fluffy, a little one, wearing a cute furry one-piece pajamas, looks like a fluffy black cat, even if it was just a short moment under the emotional excitement Holding it high still made Clark feel the special feeling of being connected by blood.

Happiness seems to open the gate of the farm one day, bathe in the warm sun, and see a golden corn field.

The longing in the small town boy's eyes was so thick that it almost flowed out, and those blue eyes, which were almost exactly the same as Little Kirk's, shone with an irresistible light.

Bruce: "..."

Bruce stopped talking, he touched little Kirk's head, and handed the soft ball in his arms to Clark who couldn't wait to reach out.

Different from the violent reaction when he was touched hastily before, this time little Kirk is very obedient, even though there is a little temper in his eyes that he doesn't want to be taken away by others, he still obediently obeys his father's instructions and falls in In the arms of the little reporter who was full of sunshine.

Clark relaxed his muscles this time.

The well-developed pectoral muscles are very elastic, unlike those flashy muscles trained in the gym, Clark's pectoral muscles have a peculiar sensuality when stepped on, which makes people doubt whether they will be out of control under some more intense movements shake.

Little Kirk stomped on Clark's chest muscles with his small feet expressionlessly, affirming the judgment of "shaking", and at the same time raised the danger level of this man a little in his heart.

But he didn't make any drastic moves after all.

——This time, this man has the authorization of his father and the authority to hug him.

Clark was immersed in the happiness of holding his son, and the little flowers of happiness were floating all over his body, and he didn't notice the little Kirk's stepping on him at all.

Of course, even if you notice it, you don’t care about it. After all, Kirk is so big, even if it is replaced by a big black cat, it will not cause any harm to Superman of the Man of Steel, and it’s okay to step on milk with a milk cat. the difference.

……

Goofy Kryptonians are addicted to the joy of parenting.

Bruce's mood calmed down, he glanced at the two people who were in peace, turned around and went back to his bedroom.

Before rushing over, Bruce was studying Kirk's blood in the Batcave.

The blue energy brought about by the genetic mutation does not belong to the scope of magic. It is not easy to solve it. Zatanna is already contacting the mysterious people, but Batman still does not intend to sit still.

The source of energy is Little Kirk's heart, but the most extensive coverage is the brain.

In addition, within a period of time after Little Kirk appeared from the blue light circle, the recovery of self-awareness will be faster than before, which makes Batman inevitably think a little too much.

The blood test results verified Batman's idea.

"These blue energies are activating and strengthening Master Kirk's ability." Alfred looked at the test report, and showed the blood sample before Bruce's eyes: "The cells of Kryptonians are not compatible with those of people on Earth, and the unknown blue energies are very Nice to smooth that out and avoid a genetic breakdown, but the consequences are serious."

——It is differentiating and trying to strengthen the capacity of the host body.

"If it's slow enough, it can be a good thing."

Batman: "But it split too fast, Alfred."

Batman looked at the monitor with a blank expression on his face, his brows frowned as he frowned at Little Kirk who was held high by Superman with a faint dislike in his eyes.

This is his son with Superman, no matter what, he must not die here.

Whether it's for Superman or Batman.

Nothing will happen to Little Kirk!

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Just... the second watch, happy~W

A thousand speeds per hour...it's really hard...make a sound of being squeezed dry QAQ