[Comprehensive British and American] Humanoid weapons

The little reporter stood by the bed, pinching the quilt that belonged to Little Kirk, with a blank expression.

The brain belonging to Superman has been completely stuck, and has no idea what the situation is now, so he can only stand by the bed stupidly, maintaining this movement.

Little Kirk on the bed was still staring at the man who was pulling his quilt, with wary eyes, as if as soon as Clark put down the quilt in his hand, he would immediately reach out again and force it back for him.

Clark: "..."

Clark felt a little itchy, he couldn't control his emotional heart, he just felt that it was about to jump out in the next second.

— Rao!What a sight!

The two similar faces on the bed have the faces of Brucey's baby, one is buried in the quilt willfully, and the other is wearing a fluffy one-piece pajamas, "obediently" handing his quilt to Dad to grab, so as not to disturb the father in the bed sleep.

The air was filled with the smell of sunshine, and the black fluffy ball in front of him had the same blue eyes as himself, just sunk in the white quilt, like a black ball falling into a pile of feathers.

If the gender of Brucey's baby is changed, this is simply the family life that the innocent little reporter has dreamed of and imagined since he was a child.

——Beautiful and gentle, occasionally a bit wayward wife, well-behaved and cute children who inherited his and his wife's blood.

Rao...

I might need a kryptonite batarang to calm down.

The little reporter couldn't help thinking.

But he didn't notice at all that because he didn't wake up Bruce for a long time, Alfred, the housekeeper who prepared breakfast, had already pushed open the door and walked in with milk.

The milk cup was put on the head of the bed with a "snap".

The little reporter suddenly came back to his senses, and saw a white-haired housekeeper standing beside him.

Clark: "...Mr. Pennyworth, I'm sorry...B, Bruce..."

"Mr. Kent, as I said, you can call me Alfred." The housekeeper looked at Bruce on the bed, his tone was very calm: "It is very difficult to wake up Master Bruce, I don't think I am surprised See this scene now."

Bruce in the bed was motionless, as if he didn't hear Alfred's words.

No one can wake up the big bat that is lying in bed, except the housekeeper.

As the old butler who watched Bruce grow up, Alfred knew very well that facing his master's willful bed-ridden, it would be strange if Clark really woke him up.

But this does not prevent the housekeeper from making a simple attempt.

He's old after all, and Wayne Manor needs at least someone who can take care of wayward Bruce after he's gone.

The particularity of Batman's identity determines that the best choice for this person is a partner, but according to Bruce's night watch as if he doesn't need to rest, coupled with the importance he attaches to Gotham and his outrageous desire to control, Alfred I wonder if I'll ever see Wayne Manor have a mistress in my lifetime.

Batman is alone, but he also needs company.

Clark is a good choice.

Although there is a little problem with gender, with the existence of little Kirk, there is a connection between the two people, which may be a good omen.

Unfortunately, the junior reporter is clearly not up to the job of waking people up, at least not yet.

Alfred looked at Bruce, who was lying on the bed, and Little Kirk, who was awake, but kept a very well-behaved state nestled next to the big bat, and finally his eyes fell on Clark, who looked a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Kent, I've made some apple pie. I don't know if it will suit your taste."

A tactful hint.

Clark understood in seconds.

—The next thing is the fight between Butler and Batman.

He blushed slightly, glanced embarrassedly at Bruce who was motionless on the bed, then nodded towards Alfred, turned and left Bruce's bedroom.

Little Kirk on the bed was still staring at Clark, and waited until the little reporter completely left the room out of sight before turning his eyes back and falling on Alfred.

"My lord, I think you probably know that you are a man, not a real bat."

Alfred apparently heard what Bruce said to Clark.

He smiled at little Kirk, and cast a cruel mockery at the big bat lying on the bed: "If you remember that you are already the father of a child, I think you may have to set an example for Master Kirk .”

Bruce finally came out of the covers.

He took a slow breath and opened his eyes.

The blue eyes that just woke up are still aqua, sparkling, with the little prince's breath unique to Brussie's baby.

Facing the butler, Bruce is much better than the little reporter, at least he will not choose to cover himself up to express his rejection.

The milk on the bedside reflected a beautiful bright color in the sunlight, and the butler stood on the bedside and looked at him.

——Staying in bed failed.

Bruce has no doubt that if he sleeps again, the amount of milk will quickly change from one cup to double in the next few days.

Especially when Little Kirk didn't inherit Bruce's resistance to milk at all and drank milk obediently every day.

The contrast is dire.

Bruce finally gave up staying in bed and sat up in bed.

The well-behaved little Kirk got up with his father, and obediently reached out to help Bruce when he was getting dressed.

The little hands are not soft, with the calluses of fighting all the year round, but that kind of cautious attitude, poked the hearts of the old housekeeper and the big bat very well.

Bruce touched Little Kirk's head, picked up the little bat and handed it to Alfred.

……

The morning turmoil didn't affect anything.

Dick was already familiar with his father's inevitable bedtime mornings, and was fine with Bruce's delay in coming down.

On the huge dining table, everyone began to eat.

Only the little reporter seemed a little uneasy.

After breakfast, Bruce still has two meetings to hold, which is a must. As the owner of the Wayne Group, even if Fox handles most of the things, Bruce must be present.

Sleeping in Parliament has become the norm and no one sees anything wrong.

Today is a working day, not only Bruce, but also the little reporter needs to work.But because of Clark's recent intentions to win, he has only one relatively important interview recently, and the object is Bruce Wayne.

For others, interviewing Bruce is definitely not an easy task. Playboys always have various reasons to refuse interviews. Only Clark, a young reporter from the Planet Daily, has had such precious opportunities a few times, which is why There are always people who suspect that the little reporter from the Daily Planet has an affair with Bruce Wayne from the Wayne Group.

But today, the young reporter who is suspected of having an affair with Bruce Wayne does not want this honor.

Today is a special day.

As Bruce Wayne, the little prince of Gotham, everything that happens to him is a big deal, let alone having a son.

Kirk Wayne is destined to face the public, and today is the time for Kirk Wayne to appear in front of everyone.

The first public banquet was arranged in the evening, and little Kirk also changed into a delicate little suit with Dick's help.

——It's very cute, it makes him look like a miniature version of Bruce, full of breath that makes people think of rua.

But just thinking about it, no one will try it, besides, this smaller "Baby Bruce" is obviously different from his father, it's very small, but it's not like what this age group should have. Even if a child is obediently held by the hand, it still makes people feel that they instinctively want to retreat.

Considering that the kid lived alone in Gotham for eight years before he was finally found and picked up by Bruce, this temperament is easy to explain.

Anyway, in a place like Gotham, any strange people will not make people feel awkward.

Just a child with a very fierce temperament.

No one thought much about it.

……

The banquet was soon halfway through, and the formal media who had received the invitation shuttled around the banquet, trying to create opportunities for themselves.

Some scantily clad women tried to squeeze in Bruce's direction, but were soon forced to step aside because of Clark's presence.

——It’s not that they don’t want to talk to Little Kirk. After all, this is Bruce Wayne’s son, and he is very young, so it should be easy to talk to him, but they soon discovered that talking doesn’t exist, no matter what What, Little Kirk's eyes fell firmly on Bruce, and there was no extra reaction from the beginning to the end.

The women trying to strike up a conversation: "..." Forget it.

But it's still harmonious.

Clark maintains his identity as a small reporter, standing with Bruce under the meaningful gazes around him, reluctantly doing his own interview, his pretty face can be seen a little bit of redness whether it is hot or nervous .

Little Kirk stood beside Bruce, maintaining a relatively vigilant state, watching his father's every move.

Until, he heard the voice in his ear again.

——"Son, come here."

Little Kirk turned his head subconsciously, and then, behind him, he saw a distorted smiling face reflected in a goblet held by a man.

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Alfred: I never expected that the first person to have a son with the master is actually Superman! (Daily sigh JPG) The mistress of Wayne Manor is gone.