[Comprehensive British and American] Humanoid weapons

Father has one, and can only have one.

For Clark, who forced himself to be called father, Ghost Blade only felt the displeasure of being offended.

But Bruce's order comes first, so he can only hold back his unhappiness.

Little Kirk silently glanced at the man in front of him with huge chest muscles but his brain didn't seem to be working very well. He buried his face with a little bit of crumbs stuck to the little reporter's arms after eating the cookie, and began to pretend to be autistic. up.

This autism, I was autistic for an afternoon.

In the following time, the little reporter has not been able to say a single word to his son.

Little Kirk pretended that he was an immobile doll throughout the whole process, and he was too lazy to resist. He could pinch, knead, or raise it high, but he just refused to communicate, with a look of "I'm autistic, you can do whatever you want".

It's not a big deal either.

The little reporter comforted himself in his heart: Children are born, especially Bruce's child, who has the same vigilance as his father. It is very good to be hugged and held high, and I can't ask for more.

But it would be a lie to say that there is no loss.

The little reporter looked at the closed gate of Wayne Manor, thinking "there will be a long time to come", and at the same time, he was already planning to visit again in the near future.

—hope Bruce doesn't throw him out.

……

Little Kirk didn't know or care about the little reporter's thoughts.

All he knew was that the annoying man had finally left, his father had finally finished his work, and he had some time to spend alone with him.

This allowed little Kirk, who was on the verge of anxiety, to return to normal peace.

After eating dinner as usual, taking a bath with his father and being sent to bed, little Kirk kept a very quiet state.

Even before Bruce sent little Kirk to the bedroom door to leave, little Kirk was just as usual.

Until Bruce turned around, the small group who used to be very quiet reached out and grabbed the corner of Bruce's nightgown.

"Father."

Little Kirk looked hesitant, a little flustered in his blue eyes.

This is the first time he has made such a voluntary action, and he is afraid that his father will not like it.

It was like this when he was in Hydra. In the only vague memory of Kirk, the result of each independent choice is a strong electric shock and merciless maintenance, which is the ultimate pain.

Nobody could take that, not even Little Kirk.

The pain left a deep impact on his memory, and it also left a stressful response to the brain, preventing all situations that might produce autonomous consciousness under normal conditions.

Little Kirk knew that his current state was wrong. He should obediently obey his father's words and go to sleep instead of blocking his father's next actions-this is not the reaction a good weapon should have.

—I might be broken and need repairs.

Little Kirk thought, but the fingers holding the corner of Bruce's clothes tightened even more.

Those little fingers were grabbing a small piece of the corner of the clothes, so hard that the fingertips began to turn white, it was not difficult to see the inner entanglement of the owner of the fingers.

Bruce paused for a moment, turned around and squatted down: "What's wrong?"

Sweet Brussie Baby sounds comforting in her tone.

Doesn't look like he's angry.

Little Kirk's tense state of mind relaxed a little, he let go of his claws holding Bruce's clothes, looked into his father's blue eyes, and finally, he whispered: "Can I rest with you tonight? "

Little Kirk's voice is very small, with a sense of infrequent utterance, and his enunciation has the immaturity unique to children.

It's a good take on the sweetness of Baby Brucie, with an irresistible allure.

Few people can refuse a child's words, especially this child has a lovely face, and there is a little coquettish pleading in the well-behaved words, and the blue eyes have a little water, which looks bright.

But Bruce refused, very firmly.

"Sorry." Baby Bruce's blue eyes, which are completely different from Little Kirk's, looked slightly apologetic, but his tone and movements were unquestionably firm. He looked at Little Kirk: "You have grown up Now, learn to sleep by yourself."

Little Kirk was silent, and did not open his mouth again to try to change his father's meaning like other rejected children.

Being able to make a sound to persuade him to stay has already broken through the normal rules of action of Ghost Blade. Under the restrictions, he cannot disobey his father's order.

Bruce stood up and looked at Kirk, who had changed into a set of pajamas, and had changed from a fluffy bat blob to a small gray cat.

He just stood obediently, a small ball.

Bruce's heart was about to soften for a moment and agree to his son's words, but reason stopped him.

Reaching out to touch Little Kirk's head, Bruce's voice was always gentle: "Now, will you go to sleep?"

Ghost Blade didn't make any outrageous moves. He nodded his head and raised his head. There was no disappointment in his blue eyes, only the usual calm, pure, and clear, as usual appearance.

Then he said, "Yes, Father."

……

The conversation between Bruce and Little Kirk, Dick and Alfred in the Batcave saw clearly.

When Batman came down, he got disapproval from the old butler: "Master, maybe you should be more gentle with Master Kirk."

Without looking up, Batman prepared what the Night Watch needed: "Alfred, gentleness won't solve anything, and he's dangerous."

Kirk is different from Dick. Kirk was born in Hydra. Although there is no control equipment in his head, the sequelae of brainwashing are still there. Before he fully recovers, it is difficult to guarantee that he will be activated again by Hydra for brainwashing.

The identities of Bruce and Batman must not be confused, and it is impossible for Batman to give up Gotham's night watch for his son.

Meekness without results has no meaning, it will only increase troubles, even if the object is his own son.

Alfred understood what his master meant.

He sighed and said nothing more after all.

……

Everyone thought that Little Kirk's sudden request tonight was just a product of another awakening of self-consciousness.

On the premise that Bruce had just used Batman's identity to take Little Kirk to the watchtower for another physical examination the day before, and found nothing abnormal, no one thought much.

But it's not that simple.

Standing in the bathroom again, Little Kirk brushed his hair in front of the mirror.

The blue halo above the left temple still exists, and the color is deeper than before.

The aperture is still invisible, and no one can see it except Ghost Blade himself.

It can't even be touched by others.

Ghost Blade turned on the faucet, dipped in some water, and tapped the location of the blue light circle.

——When I came back from the watchtower a few days ago, the noisy buzzing in my ears disappeared, replaced by the darker color of the halo.

The blue aperture that has been soaked in water looks a little more beautiful. It is not like an ordinary halo. When you look closely, you may even feel that you can't see the bottom at a glance.

It is as deep and unfathomable as the sea, but it is completely different from the tranquility of the sea.

It was a slow, a little weird depth. If someone could see this halo, they would probably look away immediately.

It's like a living thing.

Ghost Blade stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, his eyes were empty and wide, he didn't know what he was looking at, as if he was looking at something inside through that mirror.

He was watching very intently.

It was as if he had just arrived at Wayne Manor and looked at his father with concentration.

Dick cared about his younger brother, and would use the monitor to monitor his younger brother's situation in his spare time during the night watch, so he naturally saw this scene.

Kirk sometimes reacts to certain things.

This is something that all Batists know.

After a blue halo appeared on the left temple that no one could see, the frequency of this reaction became noticeably larger and more frequent.

Dick knew a little bit about that, and kind of knew that mirrors were a type of Ghostblade that would have a certain reaction.

But the current state of little Kirk still makes Dick feel a little wrong.

—Little Kirk's eyes were too empty, and he stared at the mirror for too long.

It was so long that Dick began to suspect that there was nothing wrong with the normal mirror.

Just as the doubts in Dick's heart were churning, and he was a little hesitant to go to Little Kirk's room in the dark to look at the mirror after the night watch, Little Kirk suddenly moved.

He let down his raised hair, paused, turned and left the bathroom.

The action was so fast, it was as if nothing had happened before.

The mirror, which had been paid attention to for a long time, was abandoned in the bathroom, and Kirk did not look back once.

The bathroom door slammed once, then closed tightly again.

Little Kirk stepped on the blanket with bare feet, slowly climbed onto the bed, and then closed his eyes in the dark room.

Everything was in order, as if nothing had happened.

But only Little Kirk knew that the moment he closed his eyes, he heard a voice.

A voice from the brain.

He said—"Come on, boy, it's time for you to wake up."

The author has something to say:

Guess who this voice is?You can never imagine, hee hee.

As a reminder, it's a famous character in Gotham, very famous, but hasn't played yet.

Then... another thing that is barely a cheat is about to appear, but it hasn't appeared yet.

PS: The cover will be changed almost today or tomorrow. Babies, don’t suddenly lose sight of me, refill!