[Comprehensive British and American] Humanoid weapons

After Ghost Blade fell asleep again, he knew he was dreaming again.

This word is very subtle, at least Ghost Blade has never had a dream in the past eight years, but since entering Wayne Manor, the dreams are always one after another, endless.

A few days ago, because of the voice of a certain man, Mr. J, Ghost Blade returned to a peaceful sleep for a period of time, but this time the cooperation ended, Mr. J disappeared, and dreams followed one after another.

——It is the familiar smell of decay, and it is also the familiar small space.

This dream has been in this place since the beginning, and has never changed, making Ghost Blade wonder if he will appear here every night when he falls asleep in the future, until he dies and falls into a long sleep forever.

If so, it's really a hopeless experience.

But fortunately, fate didn't seem to plan to be too harsh on a young bat dumpling. After today's torment was over, Ghost Blade unexpectedly felt a little change.

——The body in his dream seemed to be able to move.

It has been said before that Ghost Blade's body in the coffin is not right, or in other words, from the point that his dream body was in the coffin from the beginning, it is very wrong.

——This body is broken.

literal meaning.

The great pain blurred Ghost Blade's perception of the body in the dream, but the memory that remained after waking up from the dream also gave Ghost Blade a little understanding of his body in the dream.

Most of this body should have been broken initially.

The limbs are soft, unconscious, and in severe pain. It is obvious that they are broken, or more exaggeratedly, it is also possible that all the limbs have powder fractures.

As for the ribs, Ghost Blade's initial judgment was that two or three ribs were broken, but the pain in the later period is obviously not reflected by breaking two or three ribs. It is conservatively estimated that twelve pairs of 24 ribs may be the number of unbroken ribs. three.

When breathing, the oxygen inhaled is very little, mostly because of the small space, there is not much oxygen in this place, but it is also because the lungs of this body may also be injured.

This is a bad body.

If a normal human body is broken down like this, it won't last for a second, and nine out of ten will directly ascend to heaven. Even if they don't die, they may directly declare suffocation due to lack of oxygen.

But the body is alive, and it's even repairing itself.

This is just a guess - when Ghost Blade first entered this dream, he couldn't feel his limbs at all, but now he can move his little finger a little.

Of course, the most important thing is that what makes Ghost Blade feel that the body is repairing is actually the itching mixed with the huge pain.

Normal amputated limbs will not itch, and itching is the embodiment of repair.

But obviously progress is slow.

Ghost Blade doesn't know how long it will take to fully repair according to the current situation, maybe ten days and a half months, maybe a few years.

Ghost Blade doesn't care, as long as the pain doesn't last forever, he can still bear it.

——After all, to a certain extent, pain is also a kind of emotional perception.

……

When I woke up from the dream, it was already morning.

Little Kirk could tell he was waking up a little earlier than usual, by the intensity of the sunlight streaming in through the curtains.

The room was very quiet, Alfred hadn't come up yet, but Little Kirk had already got up from the bed.

As a little guy who has to stay in Wayne Manor all day and is restricted in his range of activities, Little Kirk will not have contact with other people, and he wears casual clothes when he is in Wayne Manor, usually before going to bed at night What, what to wear the next day.

But most of the types have not changed, all are furry one-piece pajamas, and most of them are bat styles, but there are subtle differences in color.

Bruce probably really has such a good relationship with Batman that he doesn't have any objection to seeing a little dude in Bat pajamas at home.

Ghost Blade stepped on the ground with bare feet, glanced at the bat plush slippers placed by the bed, and once again affirmed in his heart how important Batman was to his father.

But just to be sure, after all, Ghost Blade has been here for so long, and I haven't seen Batman a few times.

Most of the time Batman will only show up when he takes him to the watchtower, checks and sends him back.

He won't say any unnecessary words in the middle, he is very cold, and he won't try to hug him, and even the physical contact is pitiful.

Just very cold.

But anyone who sees Batman, with a little contact, can know that this person is quite difficult to deal with, and at first glance, he is a person with quite firm principles.

I don't know how the rumor of Batman Israel's servant came out of the gossip of Hydra.

Ghost Blade flashed such a thought in his mind, and then threw it out of his head calmly.

……

Washing does not need to take too long. For Ghost Blade, this is a procedure, and it should be done as soon as possible.

After he spent a few minutes cleaning up in the morning, Alfred had already opened the door and walked in.

The little bat group stood on the ground and saw the old butler entering the door, and behind him was Dick, who usually would never come.

This is really a very strange thing. In Ghost Blade's subconscious intelligence collection, the entire Wayne family, except for Alfred and himself, everyone else is a sleeper.

Bruce Wayne was, and so was Dick.

It's just that because of his younger age, the degree of lying in bed is slightly better than Bruce's.

But only a little bit.

According to the normal situation, Dick would not wake up so early in the morning, and it was impossible to follow Alfred to call someone after waking up.

This guy has always been very self-aware. Knowing that Little Kirk doesn't like him, he won't do too many outrageous things in private time. At least Dick has never done anything like wake someone up.

But today, he came and gave little Kirk a warm hug as soon as he entered the door.

The little bat ball was held in the arms of the mother bird, and her face was blank.

Dick has never been so enthusiastic towards little Kirk, no matter when, even if Bruce is present, after all, little Kirk's resistance can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye, even if Dick likes this well-behaved and soft Hu's younger brother will not act too much, so as to avoid being rejected.

Probably the most intimate gestures he's had with young Kirk so far have been face squeezes and head pats.

The number of times is pitiful.

Today is a big breakthrough.

But it came so suddenly, except for Alfred who knew something from Dick, the little Kirk who was the person involved was immediately stunned.

But after three seconds, he came back to his senses and began to push Dick with a straight face.

Due to his height and the posture of being hugged, little Kirk failed to push away the enthusiastic bird ball, and a soft little hand with a little bit of milk scent pressed Dick's face. The other hand landed on Dick's head without a place to put it, grabbing the thick black hair.

The grip was tight, but not too painful.

As a super weapon, even if Ghost Blade failed to fully awaken the ability of superman's genes, its power was not so great. If he wanted to, he could directly fly an adult male out.

Dick, being a grown male, also falls into this category.

Even if the angle of Ghost Blade is not convenient now, it is not very difficult to achieve this level.

But he didn't do it.

That hand just grasped Dick's hair vaguely, pulling a little bit pitifully, with very little strength.

Dick is a muscular man. He is the type who looks thin when he is dressed, and he is fleshy when he takes off his clothes. When he is wearing a shirt, he can see the smooth muscles on his arms.

Anyone who came here would not feel that this is a weak man.

But in Little Kirk's eyes, this big boy named Dick is just as weak as his father.

So what if you have muscles? I don’t know how many men of this type I have encountered in the Ghost Blade mission. There are many strong and bear-like existences. .

Just like the little reporter named Clark who often came to the house to harass his father, he has a whole body of muscles, but when he was in Wayne Manor, he was not bullied by his father to death.

From the very beginning, Ghost Blade never worried about not being able to compete with Dick in combat power.

What he was worried about was that his father would choose Dick as a weapon to abandon him, and the way he chose would not use ability to determine the outcome as he thought.

Father is such a person, soft and weak, but the whole person is like a warm sun, even treating a weapon like him is inconceivably gentle.

Thinking of his father's attitude towards Dick and the occasional intention to be good to himself, Ghost Blade's hand holding Dick's hair relaxed a little more.

He didn't want this man to go to his father to act like a baby after being tortured later.

Absolutely not!

As Ghost Blade thought about it, he tried hard to push him away in a way that he didn't think would hurt Dick.

The soft little hand pressed Dick's face with very little effort.

Dick is not really an ordinary person. He followed Bruce in the Batcave and read the previous mission report of Ghost Blade. Of course, he knows how much energy there is in this small body.

If it weren't for the blatant disgust in Ghost Blade's eyes, Dick would have felt that this was the performance of Bat Tuantuan being coquettish with him.

Unfortunately, no.

Dick could more or less guess that Ghost Blade did this because Bruce had shown something in private, otherwise it would be hard to say if he rushed to hug someone like this, with his head still on his neck.

But Dick thought he could pretend not to know.

Anyway, Little Kirk wouldn't bluntly say that he hates him. How close he is, maybe one day his younger brother suddenly became enlightened and began to like his eldest brother.

Dick thought optimistically.

The little dumpling was still struggling, pushing Dick's cheek with his limp hands, his face expressionless.

It can be predicted that if Dick has not let go, this situation should continue.

To be honest, it’s very interesting, even if it’s disgusting. After all, the bats are fragrant and soft, and the small one can’t be more cute, and the face similar to Bruce makes Dick have a subtle bullying mini version blues feeling.

How should I put it, just...a little bit of fun?

Dick spurned himself in his heart, took advantage of his unpreparedness and slapped little Kirk on the face, and before he could react completely angry, he stopped little Kirk's resistance with one sentence.

"The transfer order has come down, and I will leave here in a few days."

Little Kirk, who was about to teach Dick, who was sneaking a dumpling, a lesson, stopped.

He wiped the place where Dick kissed with one hand, but turned his eyes to Alfred, who had been smiling and watching the interaction between the two young masters, as if in confirmation.

Then, he got an affirmative answer.

This incident is actually not unexpected. Dick has long had the idea of ​​solo flight, and the dispute with Bruce has intensified the existence of the idea for a while.

The application has been submitted for a while, and it should take a while to pass.

However, the unexpected high efficiency of the Gotham Police Department recently made the order come down a little faster. In just a few days, Dick is about to leave for Bludhaven.

Bludhaven isn't far from Gotham, but it's not close either.

At least as far as Dick's career is concerned, it is basically a dream to want to come back every now and then.

In short, a brief summary is that Dick is leaving, and he will rarely appear in Wayne Manor in the future.

After the conversion, it means that he will not rob his father again.

Ghost Blade thought for a moment, and the hand that was still holding Dick's hair was released now.

——There is no need to pull.

This obnoxious man would leave before long, no longer a threat to his position, and his father would be his own from now on.

In this way, it is not a bad idea to give him a good face.

Who made him so pitiful?

——I didn't know that Dick applied for transfer by himself, but thought he was Little Kirk who was forced to leave Bruce.

All in all, it's harmonious.

Dick's intimacy early in the morning was finally acquiesced by little Kirk, and because he was about to leave his old father, he got a rare hug from the soft bat group that did not resist.

Bruce was still sleeping at this time, he spent too much energy last night because of Arkham.

Although the clown's weird behavior did not kill anyone, the messy situation in Arkham still caused a lot of workload for the big bat.

In addition, the fact that two clowns appeared in Gotham still needs to be investigated, and the sudden awakening of Little Kirk after returning really reveals that something is wrong. Bruce finally got a short rest early in the morning when it was almost dawn.

He was still sleeping at the moment, as if he was about to sleep until the night patrol and get up again.

This will not work.

Butler Alfred would never admit that his master really made himself a nocturnal animal.

Bruce is Batman, yes, but he's not Batman.

Even if it is a gloomy bat, it is necessary to bask in the sun during the day and cultivate its precarious interpersonal relationship by the way. Spectrum's scandal hit the Gotham tabloids.

……

Clark came back with Dick, and he also stayed up all night as a tree hole and a caring guide.

But the big blue man still looked energetic, as if he was well rested and had no problems at all.

So, after coming to Wayne Manor with Dick early in the morning, the spirited big man in blue, who was dressed as a little reporter, got the task issued by the butler to wake up Bruce.

This is not the first time. Normally, it should be once a raw and second familiar.

But, nonexistent.

Poor little reporter couldn't get Brucey baby out of bed.

He didn't dare, nor was he willing to do so.

Bruce looked really tired, his eyes were blue and black, and he didn't sleep well, even his bare arms were bruised and purple, which was the result of the night watch.

Clark knew all his hard work last night. Even though Batman's willpower was quite strong and he didn't show fatigue at all, the keen Clark still felt it.

—Bruce is tired, he needs a rest.

After realizing this, the little reporter couldn't bear to do anything to the bedridden Brucey baby.

But you can't really do nothing.

——He came here with the mission of the steward Alfred, so he had to show an attitude, even if it was formalism.

The little reporter thought very witty, and then yelled "Bruce" in a very low voice very intimately. After getting a response from a quilt covering his face, he stood aside very confidently and pretended that he yelled but didn't wake up anyone. By the way, secretly peeping at Brucey's baby sleeping.

This situation continued until Alfred brought Dick, who was holding bats, to push the door, and finally got an effective solution.

With so many people crammed into the room at once, Bruce had to wake up even if he really fell asleep.

Batman's vigilance is not just for show, even if he knows that all the people present are trustworthy, Bruce can't really sleep unconsciously.

Especially when Alfred has put the vegetable milk juice on the bedside.

The cup hit the table, making a moderate "da" sound.

This is simply an alternative crit to the big bat.

——The housekeeper hinted very tactfully: If he doesn't want to have a big meal of milk and vegetables every day in the next few days, he has to get up.

Bruce: "..." All right.

Who let the butler be in charge of the stomachs of all the people in Wayne Manor?Bruce had no doubt that if he didn't get out of bed, Alfred could really do the things that would turn the Batman into a herbivore in the next few days.

Probably not even a cookie except for little Kirk.

Yes, it is that cruel.

Bruce let out a breath, barely opening his eyes.

Dick had gone to draw the curtains now with a subtle gloat.

Light is projected from the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire room brightly.

Baby Brucey was still on the bed, surrounded by the white quilt, and when the sun shone in, he looked like a sleeping beauty who had just woken up.

Little Kirk was now transferred into Clark's arms because Dick was going to draw the curtains.

The little reporter just stood by the bed with his bat in his arms. If his gender was ignored and the relationship between the two was blurred, the people in this room would look like a happy family of five.

——The old and kind old housekeeper, the sensible eldest son, the shy and pleasant wife, and the soft young son who inherited the genes of his parents being hugged by his wife.

But alas, no.

Not to mention that the relationship between Dick and Bruce has become so rigid that Dick needs to leave Gotham to fly solo, and just looking at Clark's tall and burly figure, he is not a shy and lovely wife.

It's very realistic.

……

The curtains of the bedroom have been completely drawn, and Bruce has no possibility of staying in bed, so he can only sit up.

He took a sip of the vegetable milk juice from the cup beside the bed, and couldn't help but frown at the strange taste.

The old butler was looking at him with a not very good expression.

No one can have a good expression - the big bat night patrol really doesn't take his body seriously, he is overloaded with work every time, and he is always scarred when he comes back.

Knife wounds and gunshot wounds are trivial matters, and sometimes broken bones are commonplace, but even so, the night patrol is still the same every day, and there is no day when you arrive late or leave early.

The old butler felt sorry for his master, but he couldn't say anything about not letting Batman watch at night, so he could only protest to Bruce calmly in this way.

Clark stood by the bed, watching Bruce with a little embarrassment after drinking the strange-tasting vegetable juice, and laying back on the bed again.

He is awake, but he has no intention of getting up yet.

Before returning to the Batcave last night, Bruce stayed outside Kirk's window for a moment because of a sudden thought, and happened to witness the scene of Kirk having a nightmare.

Little Kirk was having nightmares, Bruce knew, and indeed both Butler Alfred and Dick knew.

It was Dick who discovered it first, and little Kirk got the treatment of sleeping with his father because of his nightmares.

Nightmares are actually a very normal thing. Taking Bruce himself as an example, he had nightmares on many nights when his parents were shot.

The gunshots and the sound of the pearl necklace falling to the ground once became the main body of Bruce's dreams at that time.

And it wasn't just Bruce who was hunted by the long-term nightmare, even Dick, who looked sunny and cheerful, was no exception.

Batmen always have too much misfortune, which makes nightmares a normal part of their night's sleep for a certain period of time.

Nightmare is the embodiment of the fear in the heart, and it is also something that cannot be let go of in the heart, but as long as you can overcome it, you can get rid of his troubles.

But some things cannot be completely explained by nightmares.

It's like little Kirk's performance.

If it was said that the first time he was discovered by Dick seemed to be awakened by a nightmare, then the performance last night made Bruce feel that this so-called "nightmare" might not be that simple.

Dreams can reflect a person's heart, and a certain extremely firm concept will not change in the dream, but will be multiplied because it is not reality. This theory is still applicable even to super weapons.

Bruce doesn't believe, and it's impossible to believe that an existence that regards his father as more important than his own life will call out his father's name in his dream.

It was impossible for little Kirk, he would never do it.

——The strong class status makes this child who has not yet recovered after being brainwashed feel that calling out his father's name is an unforgivable offense.

There must be other reasons for young Kirk's behavior.

But what will it be?

Bruce couldn't figure it out, after all, Little Kirk didn't simply call his name, he also cried, which was an emotion Bruce had never seen in Little Kirk, and it was also an emotion that couldn't exist in him at all.

And that extremely complicated glance, and "why..."

Bruce fell into contemplation involuntarily, his eyes fell on little Kirk, and the exploration inside disappeared in a flash.

……

Perhaps it was because Bruce stared at Kirk for a long time, which gave Clark, who was holding Kirk, a subtle illusion.

The little reporter thinks Bruce might want to hug the squishy Batball too.

This is not something unimaginable-Bruce really did the operation of splitting himself into two completely different people.

The Bruce in the big bat state and the Brucey baby in the daytime are almost split, and they are not the same personality at all.

As hard as he was Batman, he was as sweet as Bruce Baby.

It’s not unimaginable to hold a baby every day. He even kissed little Kirk’s face with a very gentle smile, and he did a silly father’s experience of making a video with little Kirk to build Lego at the meeting .

To be honest, when I secretly observed the bat and saw this scene, I was stunned by the poor little Clark.

But it also left a deep concept in Clark's heart, that is: when facing Little Kirk, Brucey's baby-like big bat is really capable of doing any seemingly impossible moves.

With this in mind, Clark, who thought that Bruce looked at Kirk because he wanted to hold the cub, decided to grant his wish.

So in front of Dick and Alfred, Clark, the silly Kryptonian, picked up the fluffy bat cub nestled in his arms, and placed it solemnly on Bruce's chest.

The technique is no different from that of a cat who can't get down the tree.

Bruce: "..."

Alfred: "..."

Dick: "..."

Bruce couldn't help but rub his forehead: Sure enough, he shouldn't believe that this stupid big blue man can do anything meaningful.

But... it doesn't feel bad.

The weight of Little Kirk is actually not that big. The weight of a small one is not even half of that of a child of this age.

In comparison, it is not even as heavy as a bat armor in the Batcave is to Bruce.

The small ball was still dazed when Clark picked it up and placed it on Bruce's chest, and there was a little daze in the pair of blue eyes.

Bruce, who was occupied on the chest, felt like a kitten was squatting on his chest. It was still kind of fluffy, not at all vicious, and he put away his paws so obediently that he could be hugged in his arms. Fluffy kitten with pinched pink feet.

Bruce has always liked small animals, but it's a pity that neither Brucey's baby status nor Gotham Dark Knight's status is suitable for raising them. Now that there is a furry and obedient bat, Bruce has obtained a little animal in advance. The thrill of growing cute animals.

——In fact, from a certain point of view, there is no essential difference between raising Kirk and raising small animals. It is not suitable for raising children in the way of raising children.

With a smile on his face, Bruce stretched out his hand and rubbed the head of little Kirk, who fell into his father's arms for some reason, but was inexplicably happy to be in touch with his father, and sat up with him in his arms.

In the process of getting up, his seemingly inadvertent palm passed Little Kirk's neck.

There is a dangerous position because of the presence of major arteries.

Because of this, you can better perceive changes in your heartbeat by touching the side of your neck, which is an easier position to perceive than your wrist.

Bruce still remembered the state when Little Kirk woke up in a dream last night. It really didn't seem like he could recover in a short time, but Little Kirk looked calm when he came over in the morning.

Not fake peace, real peace.

When Bruce's palm passed over the small Kirk's aorta, he didn't feel any abnormal changes—the heartbeat rate was normal, not like the state after being frightened.

Bruce thought a little deeper, but there was no change on the surface, he was still in the state of a gentle and gentle old father, and with the help of Alfred, he put on his clothes.

……

Bruce's day isn't completely empty of other things, just as Dick needs to go to work at the Gotham Police Department, he needs to go to a Wayne Group meeting.

It's purely a situation, nobody asks Bruce what he thinks in a meeting, he just needs to find a place to sit and go to sleep, no one asks any questions.

The little prince of Gotham is purely a mascot, and everyone knows it.

Bruce himself knew well that the Wayne Group would never go bankrupt anyway with Lucius, and he didn't need to spend too much time on it.

As usual, after finding a seat, Bruce began to take a nap with his eyes closed. In less than a minute, his breathing became steady, as if he had worked too hard last night and needed to rest.

All the shareholders were taken aback when they entered, and then naturally ignored the large mascot.

Only a few old foxes who are used to putting on a show came in and saw this scene, and they teased Lucius about Baby Bruce's tacit nightlife quite hypocritically.

Bruce doesn't care about all of these, anyway, his external performance is a playboy, and everything he does is reasonable.

—he was thinking about little Kirk now.

On the way to work before, he had already watched Little Kirk's recent night performances one by one through the device connected to the bat computer.

The parts involving Little Kirk’s nightmares are not very large in these surveillances, but without exception, all of them end with waking up. Most importantly, according to Bruce’s observation, Little Kirk’s dream The wake-up time in the middle is in a very stable range.

If you spread it out a little bit, and expand a little bit, Bruce even found that this timeline subtly coincides with the time when he returns from night patrol every night.

Bruce never believed in coincidences. There must be something wrong with this subtle coincidence.

——He thought of the unresolved blue energy in Little Kirk.

Intuition told him that the problem was likely to arise here.

……

Zatanna has been contacting people on the mysterious side, and even the Green Lantern who knows something about the situation has started to ask around in the Green Lantern Corps if there is anyone with a similar experience.

But the situation has not changed in any way. Until now, no one can give an explanation for the blue energy on Little Kirk.

Batman wasn't completely inactive during this time either.

——He investigated the experimental data of Hydra's base where Kirk was imprisoned.

The information is very messy.

Because the test subject is not only a little Kirk, but also many ordinary or extraordinary people.

Hydra experiments have always been brutal and cruel, and there are always very few people who can persist. There are many people who barely survived the experiment, but died in the next experiment.

Little Kirk is one of the lucky ones, just from the large number of experiments he has been used in, it can be seen how good his physical fitness is.

It is also because of this that it becomes difficult to find the part about the blue energy in Kirk's body.

With Batman's high efficiency and Alfred's help, it took only a few days to sort out all the experiments that Kirk had experienced.

But, nothing.

Hydra has conducted countless experiments on this little bat cub after forcibly ripening it, including some magical experiments and some appalling fusions, but none of them can match the blue energy.

It's as if all these things were created out of thin air, without any trace.

And in the past few days, the frequency of Little Kirk's nightmares seems to be getting faster and faster.

The little bat cub didn't feel it himself, but the big bat who had been secretly paying attention to him saw everything in his eyes.

If it was said that Kirk only had nightmares occasionally for a few nights at the beginning, and slept well most of the time, then everything changed after Batman came back from Night Patrol that night and found something abnormal.

He has nightmares all night long and is bound to wake up at night.

But except for the two words spit out when he was discovered by the big bat for the first time, Little Kirk didn't say any sleep talk afterwards.

And he himself seemed to be extremely used to it, and he didn't show anything wrong after waking up from the dream.

It made it hard for Big Bat not to wonder if Little Kirk knew something.

Bruce actually talked to Kirk more than once about nightmares, but the results were basically the same. Little Kirk knew nothing about nightmares and never revealed any useful information.

It's not false ignorance, it's true ignorance.

Batman can't even see this micro-expression.

The nightmare incident seemed to have entered a stalemate in an instant, without any progress.

The unknown changes that happened to his youngest son, good or bad, caused Batman an extra headache, and even the night watch in the past few nights has become a lot more irritable.

Even the criminals in Arkham have noticed Batman's recent bad temper, and only feel that Bat has been particularly hard-hitting recently, as if he is going to beat them into the mud every minute.

But they didn't expect Batman to be unhappy because of his son.

Almost all Arkham superheroes who were involved in the large-scale fireworks confession felt that Batman's bad temper was caused by the clown's confession.

——Who would want to be confessed by a lunatic, especially this lunatic who loves makeup extremely, with a hot face and eyes.

And Batman himself can imagine how handsome the face under the mask is just from the handsome chin and sexy thin lips. Spend a lot of money to contract all the battle damage and equipment expenses of the big bat.

So it's all the clown's fault.

If it wasn't for the clown who couldn't resist confessing to Batman, Batman would never be so violent!

In the past few days, the super-reverses who finally ran out, but were beaten up and brought back thought angrily.

——The bastard, the clown!But it made them all miserable!

……

The big bat, who came back from another night patrol, didn't know that because of his recent violent temper, all the devastated Super Rebels blamed the innocent and poor joker in Arkham.

He is now squatting at Little Kirk's bedroom window, watching Little Kirk wake up again from his dream with a solemn face.

This is already the tenth day after being discovered by Batman.

As time went by, little Kirk's nightly nightmares became more and more serious.

Waking up from nightmares every night has almost become the norm for little Kirk.

But tonight was a little different.

—Little Kirk seems to be sleeping soundly tonight.

This is not a good thing.

If things suddenly take an inexplicable turn when things are extremely bad, it may not be an opportunity, but it may be a harbinger of deterioration again.

Batman really believes in this.

According to his vigilance, even if this turning point is a good direction, he will definitely make clear the reason.

Silently looking at the bat ball on the bed.

After Batman confirmed again that Little Kirk had fallen asleep and would never wake up easily, he moved lightly