[Comprehensive British and American] Group favorite Wayne

But regardless of whether Superman can understand himself or not, things need to be resolved when they happen.

But fortunately, Bruce didn't want to pursue it, or really meant to make Superman lose money. This matter passed easily. Of course, compensation is still necessary, at least this pile of ruins can't just be left alone. Let the old butler clean up.

So almost from the end of the night patrol to the next morning, Bruce was sleeping peacefully in bed while Clark was busy cleaning up the ruins.

It took a long time, maybe it was because Bruce was sleeping and Clark was worried about disturbing him, or maybe it was because of Clark's careful thinking that he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to clean up the scene and suck Bruce for a while. In short, he waited until the old housekeeper came over in the morning Half an hour before knocking on the door, Clark finally reluctantly left Wayne Manor, drifting slowly back to Metropolis to prepare for work.

Of course, before leaving, he didn't give himself some benefits.

For example, before leaving, he sneaked to the bed and tried to rub the little Bruce.

But not really kneading.

Maybe a certain Kryptonian has simulated the scene of crazy rua little Bruce in his head ten thousand times, but the actual situation is that he just quietly pinched Bruce's soft hair that was messed up because of sleep restlessness , This is the result of standing by the bed and hesitating for at least ten seconds.

This is completely different from the rua bat that Zhenger Bajing imagined, but for a certain little reporter, it is enough.

——B's hair is really soft.

Clark thought subconsciously, feeling much happier involuntarily.

This kind of happiness lasted for a long time, so that when Superman floated away from Wayne Manor, he was happy. The happy little flowers seemed to float out in a concrete way, almost turning Superman into a ruthless flower-spreading machine.

As for Bruce, whose hair was pinched...of course he wasn't unaware.

For the vigilant Batman, there is someone in the room, even if this person is Superman, his partner, he can't really sleep peacefully with such a big heart.

Not to mention that although Zatanna said that Superman was not affected, Bruce still remained vigilant because of Superman's abnormal performance.

Choosing to stay and sleep in a bedroom with a broken wall, and then let Superman stay here to clean up the follow-up and sleep by himself is a temptation in itself.

Bruce wanted to see what exactly Clark was up to.

So Bruce, who was sleeping on the surface, hadn't actually fallen asleep, and kept awake in a fake sleep state from beginning to end, while paying attention to Superman's movements.

And what did Superman do?

He did.

He pinched a bunch of soft hair on the top of Bruce's head, and he used a very careful movement. After pinching, it seemed as if he had done something that made him super happy, and it was raised on the spot by about half a meter. , and then flew away happily.

Bruce: "..."

Bruce opened his eyes, but there was no sleep in them.

He glanced at the direction where Superman was flying away for about two or three seconds, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but in the end he just sighed silently, and then, as if nothing happened, he took the miniature red sun in his hand. The light emitter was stuffed under the pillow, turned over, and plunged himself into the warm quilt, and started his half-hour restful sleep.

……

Bruce was still sleeping happily under the covers when Alfred came to wake his master up.

As a dark knight with a cold, calm and serious appearance, few people know that Bruce has some unexpectedly cute living habits in private, such as liking desserts, hating vegetables and milk, and sleeping in bed.

That's right, that's it, inexplicably childish.

But this is actually normal, or rather, if Bruce hadn't become Batman because of the death of his parents, he should have grown up carefree and become a truly willful but cute Gotham kid. prince.

It's a pity that some things have long been doomed and have become a thing of the past.

But that's not an excuse for Bruce to stay in bed.

At least after confirming that the form of the little Bruce can only be seen by certain people, someone who has missed several meetings should go to work.

After all, although everyone knows that Bruce Wayne is the mascot, he still has to be there.

As a public figure who feeds the newspaper with gossip all the year round, being reserved is not the state Bruce should be in. The past few days of researching energy has been reluctant, and if it drags on, some people may suspect that something is wrong with Bruce Wayne.

Bruce knows this himself, but he just doesn't want to get out of bed...

Wouldn't it be nice to have a warm bed?

Because of some Kryptonian who has been wrong for a long time, and the result is to pinch his hair, God knows Bruce has only slept for less than half an hour.

What can you do for half an hour?I'm afraid I'll be quarreled if I don't just fall asleep.

The old butler stood by the bed and looked at his master.

And a certain little brusey baby didn't want to get up at all.

The moment the curtains were opened and the light shone into the room, the little Brucey baby let go of the quilt she was holding without hesitation, grabbed a corner of the quilt and buried herself in the bed very naturally, Formed a small soft drum kit.

The movements are smooth and very proficient, and it can be seen that he has quite a lot of experience in bed.

Alfred looked at the quilt, which was almost gone, and he could barely see little Bruce with black hair through the gap between the quilt and the bed.

Even the old butler had to admit that his master was very cute when he was lying in bed, especially when he was a child.

But cuteness has to get up too.

"Master, I don't think you want to miss the morning meeting?" the old butler said gently.

"Ah Fu, another 5 minutes—"

The small quilt bulge moved a little bit, and a voice of reluctance came out.

Another 5 minutes of sleep, Batman routine,

The necessary procedures every morning, if Alfred doesn't care, then these 5 minutes will become countless.

Knowing how hard his master worked, of course Alfred wouldn't mind if Bruce could sleep a little longer if conditions allowed. After all, the night watch was too exhausting.

But not today.

Not only because there is a meeting in the morning, but mainly because—"Mr. Kent came to visit this morning. Sir, it would be impolite to keep guests waiting for a long time."

"Clark?" The little quilt swelled a few times, and a small head of Brucey's baby came out of it: "What is he doing again?"

Half an hour ago, he just left half an hour ago, and half an hour later came to Wayne Manor to report——

Bruce frowned, and the drowsiness that was still heavy had dissipated a lot.

What the hell is Superman trying to do?

Why does it feel like this Kryptonian has gone wrong since he got smaller?

……

What is going on with Superman, I am afraid that even he himself is not very clear.

Perhaps it was the guilt of breaking Bruce's bedroom, or the guilt of secretly pinching the soft hair of the little bat. In short, he came, and he was still restless waiting on the first floor of Wayne Manor from time to time. Holding the black-rimmed glasses on his face, he looked a little cramped.

He certainly didn't come empty-handed.

Knowing Bruce's preference, he almost started baking desserts as soon as he got home, and the finished product followed him to Wayne Manor, and it was hot and fragrant.

This can be regarded as an act of compensation after the fact, and it can probably make Bruce a little less angry with the behavior of the little reporter's early morning visit.

Clark is quite experienced with this.

Now everything is ready, just waiting for some little brusey baby to come down the stairs.

Dessert will dispel his dissatisfaction with Clark's early morning visit. If the plan goes well, the interview that Clark felt he was pigeonholed might be able to get it together today.

But the premise is that Bruce has to come down first, if he doesn't want to come down at all, then everything will be another story.

But will Bruce come down?

Clark got the answer when he saw that Alfred was empty.

The little reporter who was already a little nervous looked even more uneasy.

"Sorry, did I come too early..." Clark said, but he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

He shouldn't have come so early, he should have known this.

Kryptonians are different from people on Earth, and there is basically no problem with not sleeping for a long time, but Batman is different. The existence of Night Watch has compressed Bruce Wayne's rest, especially Bruce's room is still broken, which is very important for those who have always lived a delicate life. Certainly not a good experience for Bruce.

Rao!How could he be so naive as to think that the broken bedroom had no effect on Bruce?

Clark could not help condemning his rash visit.

Especially considering that Bruce is just a baby now, a little squishy, ​​needing more and better rest——

Clark's inner condemnation of himself became more serious.

But for those who condemn or not, the person has already come, and he cannot turn back time and start over again.

Not to mention that even if he could, facing another choice, Clark didn't guarantee that he wouldn't choose to go home and bake desserts without hesitation, and then visit Wayne Manor the next day.

The little Bruce is really cute, soft and sucky.

Not even Superman could resist the temptation.

If there is another choice, Clark can at most guarantee that he will come a little later.

It's impossible not to come, but whenever there is a chance, Clark feels that it is impossible for him to give up the opportunity to suck the little Bruce from the air.

It's almost as addictive as smoking fur.

Sure enough, all creatures are cute as babies, even Batman.

Or rather, the little Batman is the cutest.

Thinking of this, Clark immediately recalled last night when he sneakily pinched Bruce's hair while he was sleeping, and felt guilty for a moment.

Can't do it again next time.

Clark warned himself in his heart.

He couldn't even imagine what it would be like if Bruce found out that he secretly patted his head while he was sleeping-although it was actually just a small hair.

That is definitely a thousand krypton fires, the red sun is overwhelming, and it is not wrong to rush to the street on the spot.

Fortunately, Bruce didn't know.

Clark secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

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