[Comprehensive British and American] Bat Parenting Encyclopedia

The fastest running Western reporter is actually a paparazzi.

And in the sleepless sleepless night around a little baby, the happiest person in the mansion at the moment is of course Mr. Alfred Pennyworth, the housekeeper of the Wayne family for many years.

It's better to stay up for the next generation of Master Bruce than to stay up for all the ghosts and monsters in Arkham Asylum, right?

Of course the little baby is not trouble, it is hope.

He remembered that in the early years, out of his responsibilities to the Wayne couple, he was still quite anxious about Master Bruce's marriage and childbirth. Whenever he had the opportunity, he would cynically urge the marriage and birth—the Wayne family can't die before his eyes, otherwise How would he explain to Master Thomas under six feet.

After Dick, Master Bruce never came back on the road to adoption. It’s ok, but the adopted boys all put on little cloaks, sticks and masks one by one. People inexplicably have a sad sense of sight of employing child labor.

Then there was the "biological" Damian—conceived in the training cabin, raised as a murder tool since childhood.Every time Ah Fu thinks about the growth experience of the father and son, it is hard to say who he loves more.

Therefore, when the old butler knew that Master Bruce had decided to marry Catwoman as Batman, tears were already in his eyes (although the bride ran away in the end and did not get married.)

And now, the Wayne family can actually welcome a little angel again, Ah Fu can only be thankful that God finally answered his prayer.

Arranging these little babies’ things in the bat cave, looking at the little angel’s peaceful sleeping face, the old butler just wanted to wipe away his tears—no matter which young master of the Wayne family later, neither he nor Master Bruce had experienced taking care of one. Various stages of baby growth.

They have not participated in the conception, birth, or feeding of a life, nor have they guided a baby's toddler and babble.

It's an experience, a connection, a legacy...

The Wayne house has never been more homely than tonight since Bruce was eight years old.

Ah Fu didn't know how long he had been staring at the baby's clothes with emotion. It was not until he got out of this emotion that he noticed Master Bruce who was looking dazed.

This is a normal anxiety stage for novice dads, and Ah Fu can fully understand it.

"Do you need tea? Hot tea can soothe your spirit." He walked over and noticed that Bruce was still wearing his uniform. "Go and change into casual clothes first, Master Bruce. It would be best if you could take a bath."

Bruce's hood had been taken off the first time he came back, and now there are still a few strands of sweaty hair on his forehead, which makes the confusion and helplessness in his blue eyes more obvious.

To be honest, this expression is not often seen on Master Bruce's face.

The old butler's question made Bruce turn his head and look over, "Ah Fu, what should I do?" He asked in a low voice.

"Well, first of all, set an alarm clock for changing diapers. Superman told me about the little accident just now," Alfred said in a relaxed tone, trying to relieve Bruce's stress and tension by directing his attention to a specific matter, " And an alarm clock for breastfeeding."

He thought for a second, "Of course, and interviewing babysitters... as your caped friends always say—we need a plan."

After tonight's challenge, Ah Fu no longer dared to have blind self-confidence, thinking that besides taking care of the housekeeper's affairs of the mansion and Mr. Bruce's vigilante career, he could also shoulder the task of a nanny.

He couldn't, and neither could Superman—literally, Superman had proven himself incapable of raising an Earth baby.

Bruce was still stuck in his own thoughts.

"I'll let her down." He looked at the baby sleeping peacefully in the box from a distance.

"Disappointed? Why? What aspect?" Ah Fu asked peacefully: "Material? I don't think I need to say much... Will parents and children accompany me? We are also a big family now, and there will always be someone who can spare time... ..."

"In terms of family environment?" Afu turned around and looked at the backs of Dick and Tim in front of the bat computer, "The four young masters are all talents. I am proud of all your children, including you, of course, Master Bruce."

"You don't understand what I mean," Bruce shook his head, pointing to his uniform, "These... can't be passed on to her."

"Inheritance..." Ah Fu nodded, his back still straight, "Why don't you think this way, Master Bruce, children are independent individuals, we can neither control nor limit their life choices - we only assist , don't interfere. When she grows up, she can choose whether to inherit 'these', what do you think?"

Bruce doesn't say anything more, but Alfred has more pressing matters that need Bruce's attention.

"You know...Master Damian, go upstairs to sleep earlier than anyone else tonight."

"Why, Damian is injured?"

"To a certain extent, yes."

Bruce sighs, "You're implying..."

Ah Fu nodded, "He may feel abandoned, and this feeling can only be enlightened and relieved by you as a father."

The old butler had already made it very clear, so he almost sent him upstairs.

Damian, his strong and stubborn youngest son, is always confident and resolute, and refuses to accept anyone. It is hard to imagine when he will feel "abandoned".

Bruce took a look at the scene in the Batcave—the baby was getting the attention of almost everyone in the family.

Damian never seemed to have this kind of attention.

He sighed, turned and went upstairs.

#多儿子家庭How to balance the attention given to children is another new topic#

Bruce originally thought that Damian must be in his room. After searching to no avail, he finally found his son in the study—he had changed into casual clothes, black T, sweatpants, and was leaning on the sofa, holding a tablet.

Bruce, who was still wearing the Batman uniform, also sat down on the sofa.

"Damian, what are you doing? Do you want to talk?"

Damian didn't look up, his eyes were still glued to the screen, "I'm shopping."

Shopping in anger? ok, fine, father can still satisfy you on this point.

Bruce also looked at the tablet in Damian's hand, wanting to see what new weapons and chemical materials Robin was looking for again.Or maybe it was paint, he had a talent for drawing.

But he suddenly saw the search results for cribs on a shopping website on Damian's tablet page.

After Damian added the selected crib to the shopping cart, Bruce saw more contents in the shopping cart——

Fluid milk, more small clothes and towels, bed bell, baby wash, baby bath tub (with a ramp?)

And other bottles and jars, to be honest, even he still doesn't know what these things are for.

"You are..."

"Tt, Drake is occupying the computer in the Batcave," Damian snorted, "They are all studying, reading papers and watching videos, no one, no one, thinking of buying baby products in large quantities as soon as possible?"

...that's right.

"I thought..." In the current context, the draft that Bruce had written earlier had no opportunity to introduce it.

What should ordinary parents say at this time?

——Even if I have a younger sister, I will still love you the same?

It should be said that Damian is stronger than him.

"Well..." Bruce paused, "You will always be my son, and this will not change because of anyone or anything."

The words are very serious and the emotion is very sincere.

After these words, Damian finally agreed to look up.

The expression was puzzled and calm, without any grievances that Ah Fu thought.

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden, Father?"

Bruce: —stare—

Damian: - frowning, staring back -

"So... you don't feel... er, left behind?"

Damian almost rolled his eyes to the sky, "Tt—am I that kind of naive kid? Until now, you still treat me like a kid?"

"I have a doctorate in economics at the age of 9, father, I can command the army. And now you are asking me if I am jealous of a little baby?" Damian snorted, "I feel my personality is being suppressed." Insulted. Who sent you to talk to me, Pennyworth, or Grayson?"

For the sake of family harmony, Bruce decided not to tell Damian that the old butler asked him to come.

"Then why are you acting so abnormal?" He asked his own question.

Damian turned his attention back to shopping, poking his finger on the screen, "I'm just nervous, I'm going to have a sister, I'm suddenly stressed, look at you so-called adults , no one can be relied on, won't you still have to rely on me in the end?"

The words were very disgusting, as if the whole family's burden of raising children was on his little shoulders.

Who can resist this.

"So you accept her?"

"Why not?" Damian glanced at the old father, his eyes seemed to say, is it necessary to ask such a question?

"At least she's not my clone, is she?" The dark-haired boy shrugged. "She doesn't look like she wants to fight me. I can even fight with Drake and Todd." Accept, why can't you accept her?"

Children will always surprise you.

Damian continued to persevere in shopping, and he picked everything very quickly - the shopping method of straight men. Of course, it is slightly different from the shopping method of ordinary straight men. Expensive to buy.

Simple, rude and fast, without considering evaluation and cost performance.

Anyway, expensive ones must be expensive for a reason?

Until he got stuck and hesitated in choosing the color of the high-view cart——

"Black? Pink? Blue?"

Damian asks his old father for advice.

"I tend to choose pink," Damian said as seriously as he thought about the design of the Batmobile weaponry, "but then I suddenly thought of some sociology papers I had read-the impact of color on gender definitions. Baby girls must Is pink going to be used? Is this a preconceived bias?"

Damian brings up a new and more complex subject... the parenting of girls.

Baby can't tell them what color she likes...

What if his daughter just doesn't follow the usual path, doesn't like Barbie fans and likes bat black?

"Black." Bruce blurted out at the thought.

Strollers were actually bought for grown-ups too, and he couldn't imagine any of them pushing a pink lace stroller and taking their baby for a walk.Moreover, most of the strollers whose prices caught his eye were actually black.

"Yes, I also think black looks good."

Who would have thought that the father and son would have such a speculative chat about the color choice of the stroller.

Bruce watched Damian place an order, one-day-delivery (delivery the next day), and thought of a question, "I think we should fill in an address outside the mansion, and within two days, the paparazzi will be able to find out about Wei En Mansion has newly purchased a large number of baby products."

The fastest running Western reporter is actually a paparazzi.

"I've thought about it a long time ago, send it to the Metropolis, and let Joe send it over tomorrow."

(Jonathan Kent: ???)