[Comprehensive British and American] Mr. Wayne's daily life of social animals

I opened a ventilation duct on the road, used my cloak to block the bullets coming from behind, and then slid along the slippery duct like a slide.

The people behind were chasing very closely, and the child on my chest hugged me very tightly. I felt my adrenaline soar. Facing the interception made by iron nets one after another, I used the ones installed on my arms The laser cutter slides away and a furious chase begins in the sewers.

Gradually, gradually, the voice behind became smaller.

Before I had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the flood flooded.

I simply don't know what language to use to describe the group of crazy people behind me. The Clark in my arms has never received the sun. I don't know if a superman who grows under the red sun needs to breathe. His Whether the body can withstand the water pressure.

Fortunately, I am used to carrying two rebreathers in my belt. I untied the belt, took one and bit it into my mouth, and then put the other in Clark's mouth.

Number 1 bit the thing that the cloaked man put in his mouth, and the water gradually submerged them both.

Putting his head into the man's chest, Number 1 felt very relieved.

I took the grappling gun I had attached to my body and fired it at the far wall, then held down the retract button and dragged us both quickly through the water.

The flooding of water made our escape a little smoother.

The power of the bullet behind me in the water even made me feel no pain.

Following the outward direction of the water flow, I should be able to find the outlet to the sea. With a respirator in my mouth, I used the night vision lens on the helmet to observe the intricate waterways, and suddenly felt the struggle of Clark in my arms.

God, the remaining oxygen in the respirator in his mouth is running out.

People who have not been trained really don’t have much experience in how to use a respirator. Clark’s bony face was obviously in pain of suffocation. I spit out the respirator in my mouth and passed it to him.

I have had breath-holding training, and this child in my arms is weak and needs more oxygen.

Number 1 struggled weakly in the familiar pain, and someone gave him a sweet breath through his lips.

He stuck himself firmly to this person's body, sticking to death.

Just when I couldn't hold on any longer, I finally saw the light outside.

Here is the mouth of the underground waterway, and we have reached the end.

I leaned against the iron net with my back, breathed the air, and lifted the child in my arms. Seeing his blank expression, I laughed.

Laughing and laughing, tears flowed down my face along the armor.

"Baby, look, the sun."

The beautiful blue eyes of No. 1 stared blankly at the vast world outside the barbed wire fence that he had never seen before. He saw the sea reflected red by the rising sun, the bright red sun that was born, and the metropolis shrouded in sunlight... …

"Okay." He could only say this word, and he could only use this word to describe the beautiful scenery he saw for the first time.

I took out the laser cutter, finally cut through the grid iron door, and jumped with Clark.

The cloak behind me was changed by the electric current and turned into a hang glider. The wind gently blew on me, and Clark in my arms kept looking at the sun.

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"This is what you insisted on bringing back from the metropolis, son," Thomas looked at the boy in a cute children's clothing in Tim's arms, feeling a little puzzled, "I thought you were going to steal some virus or something."

"Thomas," I decided to confess to Mr. Wayne, because I had to find a way to get back, "or I should call you Grandpa."

Thomas almost dropped the mug in his hand when he heard the words.

"What did you call me?"

No. 1 hugged his mother's leg tightly, his brain learned language very quickly, just after a day in the sun, the torment of this year was much better.

He heard his mother say, "Grandpa, I'm Timothy Wayne, your grandson from the future."

Thomas put the glass down on the table, and he expressed his brain failure at the news he heard.

"I thought you were from an alien or from the Soviet Union... what kind of secret service organization..." Thomas didn't have a brain hole enough for his grandson to come in front of him? !

But look at Tim, who has the same black hair and blue eyes as Bruce. If he is Bruce's child, it doesn't make sense.

Thomas felt that his eyes were getting wet. This is his grandson. He reached out and pulled Tim into his arms, and rubbed the child's head with his broad hands: "You have been here for so long, your mother Don't you worry?"

"...My mother is dead, and I haven't found my stepmother yet."

Facing Connor's uprooting of onions in the dry land, I could kick his leg bone, but in front of Thomas who admitted his identity, I could only endure it secretly.

"Thomas, I've come to tell you something."

At this moment, Thomas was still worried about the safety of Bruce Jr.'s future wife. Hearing what Tim said, he could only let him go.

"I'm from the future, and the future Bruce is Batman, and this kid is going to be Superman." I gently pulled Clark into my arms, and the kid held me tight.

Thomas frowned.

"In that alley, after the shooting, a couple died."

Thomas looked at Tim in shock.

"Bruce becomes Batman, wandering alone in a fallen Gotham at night."

I ended with my most shocking discovery: "And in a world where it seems like they're trying to make you Batman, because in the year I've been around Bruce, I've found 12 things that could have killed him. Accidents. It was especially frequent in the first month, and it has almost disappeared by now."

"...What do you mean?" No matter how gratifying the news of the grandson was, the most important thing in Thomas' heart was little Bruce.

"I came to this world because of a person who has the possibility of reversing time. The timeline of this world has caused fate to go in another direction." It may erase the original direction of Batman and Superman.

Thomas didn't quite understand the meaning of the timeline, so I swallowed, and came up with one of my understandings: "Without my presence in that alley, there could be two outcomes—Bruce dies, or you and Ma Sha died..."

Number 1 was in Tim's arms, listening to all this in silence, shrinking himself even smaller.

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Today is the third day since Tim left Wayne Manor. Bruce didn't see his father Thomas and mother Martha at home. Two pages of the book piled aside were turned.

The pile of books in front of him was given to him by Tim.

Why did this guy leave without saying goodbye?

Bruce snorted angrily, closed the book again and threw it aside.

Harvey finally walked into the living room slowly. His father with mental problems was sent to a nursing home with the help of Tim. Harvey got rid of his father who could not control his domestic violence. With the help of her, she also applied for a bursary, and is now working hard to get admitted to Gotham Middle School.

The cheerful Harvey didn't feel uncomfortable facing his friend from the rich family, Young Master Wayne: "Uncle and aunt are very busy, so you can be content, I haven't seen my mother for a month."

"I'm..." I haven't seen Tim for a long time.

Since Tim came to Wayne Manor and became a tutor, most of the activities such as watching movies, hide-and-seek, adventure, and homework tutoring were handed over to Tim. Bruce thought Tim was his brother.

Harvey wanted to persuade the young master, but the two heard footsteps.

Tim was wearing a loose flannel pajamas and was holding a baby in his arms, wearing a panda nightcap on the child's head--the nightcap that Bruce and Tim bought together, one for each!

"Tim!" Bruce stood up from the wool rug and ran around barefoot. He quickly realized that the one who left without saying goodbye was Tim, and he shouldn't act like he needed him so much.

The young master stopped in his tracks, pretending that he didn't care at all.

I hold Clark who is still sleeping in my arms-yes, I told Thomas that Clark will be raised by me for the time being, and I will consider giving him to the Kents.

Although... I don't know if the greatest mother in this world is willing to accept this alien gift.

No. 1 has his own name and is called Clark, which is the name given to him by the person who rescued him and called him Tim.

He will take himself in the sun to feel the comfort of the yellow sun, he will wrap himself in soft cloth, and he will gently call his name in a language that he can understand to coax children. The one who takes himself out of hell.

He closed his eyes and buried his head in Tim's arms, listening to the man say to the other, "I'm so sorry, Bruce, I took Clark out to enjoy the sun."

The corners of Number 1's mouth, buried in Tim's chest, curled up.

"Is this your child?" Harvey tilted his head and looked at the three-year-old child that Tim's brother was holding. This child was a little thin, but his facial features were beautiful, and his black hair was exactly the same as Tim's. .

I was intimidated by Harvey's question - it's not impossible for me to have such a big kid at my age, but being Superman's dad?

This great task is better left to Mr. Jonathan Kent.

I shook my head: "I picked him up from outside, and now he is following me temporarily."

I walked outside, turned my head and said to Bruce, "I'll stay with you tonight, Bruce, I'll take him to bask in the sun first."

Bruce pursed his lips and looked at Tim's disappearing figure. Harvey tapped his arm with an elbow: "Why do you have such an expression? It's like your parents are having a second child."

Bruce snorted, turned and sat down on the rug again, and started flipping through the book.

Harvey scratched his hair, feeling that today's young master Bruce has been puffing up like a puffer fish.

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I was on the swing in the garden, warmed by the early summer sun, Clark was lying on my body, and I saw butterflies flying among the rose bushes in the distance.

"According to what you said, will you leave? Will you return to the world where there is another me." The child in my arms suddenly asked in Kryptonian.

"You... understand?" I suddenly remembered that Superman has a super brain, and he can even learn a language in an instant.

The child who seemed to be as big as a three-year-old nodded obediently, and he still said in Kryptonian: "I know you are from the future, and you are here to save me, right?"

"... Maybe you can say that."

"Then, will you stay here and stay with me?"

Clark’s blue eyes are as beautiful as the ones I saw in Connor’s place. The superman in front of me has lost his great parents, lost his freedom, lost his sunshine, and spent a whole year imprisoned in the laboratory. year child.

I looked into his eyes seriously and said: "But I will definitely go back, because you and other people over there are also waiting for me."

Clark felt the sun shining on him, he put his arms around Tim's waist, and asked something wrong: "Then can you tell me what I will look like in the future? How do I know you?"

"Ah...the Superman at that time was a great hero." When I was about to read the story, several different Superman shadows flashed in my mind—the leader of the Injustice League, wearing a Lord Superman in white uniform, the ultimate man with eyeliner drawn under his eyes in Kang's mouth...

But I decided I'd better tell Clark about Kal-El, the superhuman god in the sky in his blue uniform and red cape.

Unbeknownst to me, Bruce was also sitting by the bushes listening to Tim's "Superhero Stories."

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Alfred ushered in a special young master——Clark.

This young man who looks like he is only three years old is getting stronger day by day, and he can even lift a wooden table as high as himself.

Both Thomas and Martha said that this was normal, and Alfred, playing his role as a top butler, also accepted the abnormality of this young master Clark.

Only Bruce, the little boy of the Wayne family frowned at the guy who became Tim's little tail, feeling jealous.

The author has something to say:

boy mom...

Humph.

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