Schizophrenia

Gotham wealthy businessmen's gathering, the organizer merged Gotham's big baby and always brought a supermodel and gotham vane and a powerful playboy, Bruce Wayne, as usual, was late.Watching the helicopter with the Wayne Corporation printed on it descending from the sky and parked on the apron on the roof, the rich businessmen held up their wine glasses and prepared to send a message to him and the beauties around him when Mr. Wayne came to the party. praise.

It's just different from the usual aircraft door that Shangmei opened when it was stable. This time when the propeller of the aircraft stopped completely, the door did not open.As if to whet people's appetite, the plane stopped on the tarmac for about 3 minutes before the playboy stepped on his polished leather shoes on the concrete floor.

A person.

This is interesting, since the playboy returned to Gotham, there is no beautiful woman by his side, and he comes alone...

Many people speculate that the playboy's heart is tied to a woman. Judging from this situation, it is only a matter of time before Bruce's baby enters the marriage hall.

Bruce didn't know that people in Gotham were talking about him like this. At this time, he was holding the door of the helicopter with one hand, and the other hand was facing the inside of the plane, as if inviting a dance, looking at the inside of the helicopter with a smile on his face. people.

In the anticipation of everyone, a child was born...

???

So, childbirth out of wedlock, marriage with a child, hidden marriage, test-tube baby, or re-adoption?

Regardless of what others thought, Bruce joined the party with the sleepy little one in his arms.His expression was helpless, but the movement of holding the child was exceptionally standard.Occasionally looking into the eyes of children, she gently made all the ladies whisper and whisper about this butterfly.

Of course Bruce heard the ladies chatting in a low voice, but whether he was a gentleman or a father, even though he was actually an elder brother, he couldn't join the conversation of the ladies, and corrected them that he was actually a little devil who couldn't do without people. head, pestering him not to let him leave.

Although he could justly dismiss the party, the party was initiated by the vendor that Batman wanted to investigate.Such a good and close investigation is really rare for him.If you have to wait until the next time, you don't know when it should be.

He's done all the planning well, from when to get in and how to disappear, from how to enter the destination as a playboy and how to get out of it safely.The only thing missing was a little ghost who wanted to hear a bedtime story, only to find out that he was leaving for the banquet and lingering on him.

I really miss the days when Dick was still around.

"I can't help it," although he thought so much in his heart, but Bruce knew that if he really said it, the relationship between the brothers who had finally eased might become rigid again, "The child is too annoying." He thought for a while. How to describe little Jacob, I have learned a lot.

Jacob, with his arms around his neck, straightened up, looked up at Bruce who was holding him, and turned his head to look at the woman with heavy makeup in front of him, listening to her chattering about how to raise children: "Speaking of which, my little nephew is also So clingy," the lady smiled, without taking her eyes off Bruce, "very cute."

Bruce listened seriously, nodding his head to echo the lady from time to time.It seemed that he had found the correct way to chat with Mr. Wayne, and the number of people around Bruce suddenly increased. You talked to each other, or exchanged parenting tips, or praised the child who was held in his arms the whole time.

Bruce realized that bringing Jacob here was the worst decision he'd made tonight.

"Dad," Jacob said suddenly, just as Bruce was getting impatient, "I'll tell Mom everything." He put his arms around Bruce's neck, imitating the serious words of adults, "Daddy today And I want to take my beautiful sister to do what I did to my mother."

The ladies let out a good-natured laugh as the informative line was blown away.

Bruce took this opportunity to turn around and walked to a remote corner, put the little guy in his arms on the sofa, knelt down on one knee and looked at the kid's eyes: "I have something to do, you can stay here quietly What?" Bruce asked in a tone of discussion for adults.

Jacob blinked his eyes and looked innocent: "Is 5 minutes enough? Should it be enough for a shot?"

"Who taught you this..." Bruce twitched the corner of his mouth, "Count to five hundred, and Dad will be back."

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" Eyes full of contempt, "1 minute and 60 seconds, 5 minutes and [-] seconds."

Bruce refused to bargain with the little fox. He put the biscuit that he had just brought along beside Jacob, and when no one was paying attention, he took out the hook from under the suit, and disappeared through the window.

Jacob watched Bruce's figure disappear from sight, turned his head and stared at the biscuit in his hand without moving.

Is Jacob the kind of obedient child? Of course he is not.So when Bruce returned to the banquet again, he saw the little doll surrounded by the crowd, squatting on the ground and crying, which was heartbreaking.

"Father said he would come back when he counted to five hundred, but the baby counted to one thousand, and the father hasn't come back yet." The child was hoarse, and curled up in the arms of a beautiful girl with red eyes, "Daddy doesn't want a baby anymore, Daddy has one!" New babies don't want old babies, mom is right, dad is a badass."

Bruce twitched the corner of his mouth, expressing admiration for a young bastard's self-taught acting skills.

It would be even better if it wasn't him who was watching the show, the bastard scolded by all the ladies at the moment.

"I didn't want you," Bruce heard the words of the motherly love ladies around him, and felt that he could no longer maintain the illusion of a playboy in the short term, "I just went to the toilet..." Looking at the condemning eyes around him, even Even his skin is as thick as Bruce's, which is somewhat embarrassing.

"Liar," Jacob covered his face, "you just want to throw me away so you can get rid of Mom."

"By the way, I asked for a phone call..." He said without confidence.

Then he watched the little guy cry even more sadly.

"Mom is right, men are assholes!" Jacob cried while sobbing, "Daddy just doesn't want to be responsible to Mommy, Daddy is a ruthless asshole, and Bruce Wayne is a scum! The bedside said Love, there is a new love at the end of the bed, like a teddy can't stop..."

Bruce covered Jacob's mouth, and the anger in his heart climbed one after another.

But Jacob bit Bruce's hand, and pushed Bruce away while he was in pain: "Anyway, I'm just a poor little boy who doesn't love my mother or my mother. I deserve to be abandoned by my mother and thrown to my father. I deserve it Just someone who is not expected, leaving me alone and alone with no one to keep me company."

His eyes were red with tears in his eyes: "You don't like me, why do you want me..."

Bruce looked at the crying Jacob, picked up the child with a straight face and walked towards the helicopter.He couldn't stay at this banquet anymore, Zuo Zuo had finished what he wanted to do, so he just took this opportunity to leave.

It's just that as soon as they got on the plane, those who were crying stopped crying, and struggled to get out of Bruce's arms, sat down by themselves, and put on their seat belts.Pointing the back of his head at Bruce, he stopped talking.

"Why are you doing this?" Bruce asked sharply.

"930 Seven." Jacob's voice still carried the crying milk cavity.Through the projection of the window, Bruce saw Jacob's expressionless expression.He knew what Jacob was talking about, and with just one word, all his anger melted into nothingness, and he disappeared into the water.

Forget it, after all, I owe him: "I'm sorry." Bruce sighed, "I met in the middle..."

"Liar." Jacob didn't listen to the explanation, "Big liar."

Bruce looked at Jacob like this, the hand that had just been raised, but finally fell powerlessly.He looked over the top of Jacob's head, the same bright lights as he looked out of the window, and did not speak again.

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