[Comprehensive British and American] Humanoid weapons

Ghost Blade rarely gets close to others, or in other words, rarely gets close to people other than Bruce.

Not to mention Dick, who seems to be born with a hostile buff in the eyes of Ghost Blade.

This hug came really unexpectedly.

The soft gray dumpling was just buried in his arms, and he could smell the milky scent on his body from a close distance, and his soft little face was buried deep in his abdomen, and through a thin nightgown, he could feel The warm feeling brought by the breath spray.

It was a very close hug.

Dick was stunned.

Happiness comes too fast, like a tornado.

If it weren't for the suddenness of this scene, Dick even wanted to jump into the sky and do a 360-degree Thomas turn to show his excitement!

- God!Is today a good day?Could it be that he was accidentally hit on the head during the night patrol, and he still hasn't woken up yet, so he had hallucinations?Or did Kirk fall asleep and mistook him for Bruce?

Dick felt that the above answers were all nonsense, but if he had to choose one, the last one was more likely.

Little Kirk hugged Dick for a total of tens of seconds, and Dick maintained this stiff embraced movement for tens of seconds.

He didn't dare to move.

—this was the only time he showed affection to Dick since Kirk showed up at home as a child.

Dick didn't want his sudden surprise to spoil this rare intimacy.

It's a pity that happiness is always short-lived. After the door was opened again and Bruce's face appeared, Little Kirk returned to his usual indifference.

He quickly let go of Dick, who was still hugging him tightly, and set his sights on Bruce at the door: "Father."

Bruce had obviously just woken up not long ago, he looked a little more lazy than Dick, his hair was a little messy, but it didn't detract from his delicate face in any way.

The Dark Knight's vigilance is very high, he is not really a playboy, even though sometimes he will be a little negligent about the situation at home because of the night watch, but he will not be so negligent forever.What Dick saw on the monitor, Batman saw too.

Little Kirk's actions at night left a little trace in Batman's heart, but because he didn't reach the point of suspicion, he hasn't been paid attention to by Batman.

But the startled awakening last night completely made Batman notice something was wrong.

But you can't see anything just by looking at the surface.

Little Kirk was not different from the past except for being close to Dick for less than half a minute. He stood there like an exquisite doll, with pure and clear eyes, which couldn't be normal anymore.

Bruce's tense mind relaxed a little.

He squatted down, beckoned Little Kirk to come up to him, and then reached out to touch his soft, slightly sweaty hair.

"Did something happen?" Bruce's voice was hoarse as he just woke up, and it sounded extraordinarily magnetic: "You just woke up suddenly, did you have a nightmare?"

He didn't try to hide the fact that he had installed some gadgets in the Ghost Blade House.

Not a single ordinary person present has a second identity. The Ghost Blade comes from Hydra, and the genes are inherited from Batman and Superman. It is impossible not to notice those little things.

Anyway, everyone knows that Baby Brucey has an affair with Batman, and it's not surprising that the big black bat has a fit of control and decorates his mistress' son with gadgets.

Dick: ...

So it is worthy of being Batman, the essence is so perfect.

The big bat didn't care what his Robin bird was thinking, he just looked at little Kirk with baby Brucey's eyes with a caring face, and the worry in his eyes was so much that it was overflowing.

It made him look like an old father who was really just worried about his son.

Little Kirk looked at his father: "Yes."

"Can you tell me what kind of nightmare it is?" Bruce asked further.

Little Kirk shook his head: "I don't remember."

This is a lie, all the little Kirk in the dream remembered it clearly, and when he thought about it carefully, he could still remember the lines on the coffin board that imprisoned him.

He lied, to his father.

But Bruce didn't seem to doubt it, he simply believed it.

Reaching out and stroking Little Kirk's soft head, Bruce's voice was still very gentle: "If you forget it, forget it, it's not important. If you want, Dick can sleep with you tonight."

Obviously, Bruce overheard Dick and Kirk's previous conversation.

Little Kirk turned his head and glanced at Dick, who was standing aside with an expectant expression, and turned his head again.

The sudden feeling brought by the previous dream has disappeared, and Dick is just a brother who is likely to threaten his status to little Kirk.

No one would choose to sleep with someone they dislike, and so did weapons.

Ghost Blade shook his head: "No."

Dick's expectant face suddenly disappeared, like a bird that was suddenly wet by a basin of water, looking very pitiful.

Bruce glanced at Dick.

Before Robin Bird had time to recover from his brother's sudden closeness, he was rejected miserably, no matter how he thought about it, it was miserable.

But Little Kirk's attitude is also very firm.

——Don't think about it, it's impossible!

The Robin Bird retreated, leaving only the Big Bat.

Ghostblade's sudden closeness to Dick came from the special feeling brought by that dream, but for his father, it was a real liking for him.

The aftermath of the dream is still there, but the part directed at Dick is gone, leaving only the part directed at Bruce.

It's hard for Ghost Blade to describe that feeling.

He admitted that when he usually looks at his father, he wears a filter. The word "father" itself can explain part of the problem, but tonight it is even more special.

Bruce in the room seemed to be covered with ten thousand layers of soft light, and his whole body exuded a fatal attraction to little Kirk, making him want to do something involuntarily.

Nightmares bring confusion, but also vulnerability.

Little Kirk looked at Bruce who was looking at him with some doubts in front of him, and made a movement that he would never make normally.

—He rushed over and hugged Bruce's bat thigh.

The touch is a bit hard, very strong, and you can feel the smooth muscle lines under the nightgown.

It wasn't what a philandering dandy should be, but little Kirk didn't care that much.

He hugged Bruce tightly, as if he was hugging some important treasure, and he didn't let go.

Bruce's body froze for a moment, he paused for a moment, reached out and rubbed his little head on his thigh.

The little head shook, and her soft cheeks rubbed against the skin exposed under the nightgown.

The room was very quiet, and no one spoke, so Little Kirk's small voice was infinitely amplified: "Father..."

Bruce: "Yeah."

The big bat put its palm on Little Kirk's arm, and gently opened the arm that was holding him.

He picked up little Kirk.

Little Kirk seemed very restless tonight, maybe because of the blue energy, he seemed more agile than usual, or maybe because he was frightened by the nightmare, he also acted more clingy to Bruce, looking like he was afraid of being The bird ball pushed away by the big bat from under the wings, and the small one, even if it was held in its arms, still hugged its father tightly.

Vulnerable, poor.

That's all there is to Little Kirk.

It's just the appearance, both Dick and Bruce in the room knew how terrifying it would be for this fragile little guy to erupt.

But even Bruce admitted that he relented.

Bruce was still young at this time, far from the taciturn and cruel old bat who had experienced many in the future.

Kirk is his son, even though the origin is very problematic, and he was not born through normal circumstances, but he has his own blood in his body, and that is his responsibility.

In the headset, Alfred's voice was still assisting: "Master, maybe Master Kirk needs your comfort. You know, children always lack a sense of security, and they need the company of their loved ones."

"Tonight is a good opportunity, sir, do you still remember Master Kirk's request before going to bed?"

The night watch is over, and Bruce is just a playboy in the non-night watch state, and no one stipulates that he can't have an ordinary night with his little boy.

Especially with Night Watch unharmed, Bruce doesn't have to worry about the clingy Batball finding out that something's wrong.

This is a good opportunity to appease the son.

Bruce understood what Alfred meant.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling that what Alfred said made sense.

Dick was big, but Kirk was young, and unlike Dick, Kirk had never had everything a normal kid should have been from birth.

Bruce is not only a playboy, he is also the Dark Knight of Gotham, or Batman, and the time left for his family is pitiful.

This is not a good thing for Little Kirk, who needs a family member to change the incorrect ideas instilled by Hydra before.

Little Kirk needs the attention of loved ones.

Bruce is not good at expressing concern, and he doesn't know how to be a good father, but he thought that he might start by satisfying his son's little wish.

Like... start with sleeping together.

……

So the next morning, I couldn't wait to visit Wayne Manor again, and the little reporter who was temporarily appointed by the butler to wake up Bruce, the arduous task, saw the two very close together in the white sheet.

Clark: "!!!"

The author has something to say:

Little Reporter: Double the bats, double the fun!Especially one of them is my son! !

PS: The new cover looks good~