[Comprehensive British and American] Group favorite Wayne

When Tim came back from the clock tower to Wayne Manor, he saw the little reporter's exclusive dessert on the table.

This is not the same as what Alfred of the Wayne family made. It is a special contribution from the little reporter, which belongs to Tim's father Bruce Wayne.

It’s a good thing to have a partner and have a deep relationship with them. When you are late for work, someone will deliver them, and there are people who fly around secretly to deliver desserts. The treatment is simple.

In the past, Tim would definitely go up to get a share, but today is obviously different.

Clark's arrival did not bring Tim a relaxed mood, in fact Tim became more tense.

Last night, there was such a big movement in Wayne Manor that half of the reporters in Gotham heard about it. Of course, it is impossible for the three in the clock tower to know about it, but because the Batcave permission is restricted, they only got a very blurry photo in the end.

The superman and the broken wall in the photo are obvious, but the figure of Bruce Wayne, the owner of the room, is vague and unclear.

Not to mention that after Superman smashed Wayne Manor and flew away, Batman drove half a circle around Gotham in the Batmobile, almost driving to Metropolis, and then both disappeared with Superman, and did not appear in Gotham until midnight, and then The conscientious Superman cleaned up the ruins, flying away happily visible to the naked eye.

One after another, in just one night, it seemed like a big drama, and the protagonists on both sides were Superman and Batman.

Although Tim doesn't think wildly like those reporters, he also knows that this is absolutely abnormal.

Especially in conjunction with Bruce's recent sudden out of place.

"Ah Fu, is something wrong with Bruce?" Standing by the kitchen, Tim looked at the old housekeeper with some concern: "Some of his behaviors have been unusual recently."

"And last night's Superman..."

The words are not finished, but the implication is clear.

Alfred has always been able to understand the subtext of the Batman, especially when he does know something. If Alfred wants to, then of course he can say everything directly.

And that's exactly what Tim wants to know, the answer that bothers him.

But the problem is that Alfred doesn't want to.

It is true that although he can simply explain what happened to Bruce, it is definitely not the best choice.

No matter what kind of feelings, both parties need to communicate by themselves, not a microphone.

"Master is very good, Master Tim." Alfred said: "As for why he behaved abnormally recently, maybe you can ask him in person? I don't think Master will mind this."

"No, he will." Tim clearly has a deep understanding of his old father.

Too many exchanges all ended with "I'm fine, focus on your own business Robin." God knows what kind of way the stubborn old father will use to prevaricate him.

But Ah Fu obviously insisted that he needed to ask himself.

After silently staring at the old butler for a while, Tim finally surrendered: "Okay, I'll ask myself."

As he spoke, he looked around and said, "I saw the apple pie on the table, is it Clark?"

"Of course, Mr. Kent came very early." Alfred said: "If you go up to find the master now, you can probably meet him."

Clark in Bruce's bedroom?

Tim was taken aback.

That's Bruce's bedroom, not everyone can get in, especially when Superman made a big move last night and destroyed a wall of Bruce's bedroom...

Could it be that Superman was helping to repair the wall in Bruce's bedroom?

Tim thought about it and felt that the possibility was a bit high.

……

Promised Alfred to talk to Bruce himself, Tim hesitated, but he didn't intend to break his promise.

It's just that he feels that he needs to stabilize his emotions a little bit before going up. After all, from the usual situation, if he goes up to ask Bruce what's wrong now, why didn't he take him on night patrol recently and turn off the authority of the Batcave? If so, they will quarrel in all likelihood.

Bruce was never going to explain anything to his sons, and at one point it made some birdies go crazy.

They absolutely hated this about Bruce—never being able to speak clearly, always being overly protective of his sons, never treating his assistants like companions, trying to keep them out of danger.

This is not to say that it is impossible, after all, his father is in the position of a protective umbrella in a family, and Bruce's own character itself determines how terrible he can toss this protective desire.

But knowing that understanding and being able to accept it are two different things.

Regardless of whether others accept it or not, the bird balls of the bat family do not accept it anyway.

They are Batman's assistants, and they all hope to stand beside Batman and fight side by side, instead of being kicked out in the name of protection every time they are in danger.

Too bad Batman doesn't seem to understand this.

Tim is mentally preparing himself for the conversation ahead.

But before receiving Alfred's encouraging gaze and planning to go upstairs to have a good conversation with his father, he first sent Dick a message.

This was requested by Dick himself, mainly because the last time he came to Bruce to find no results, and his workplace was in Bludhaven and he could not stay in Gotham permanently, so he asked Tim who lived in Wayne Manor.

It's a trivial matter, and Tim certainly wouldn't say no.

Besides, he wasn't sure if he would forget his original purpose completely because of the quarrel with Batman when he went up later.

It's not impossible, it's better to say that this is the norm.

But if Dick, the guy on the remote connection, reminded them, maybe they would still be able to talk sensibly and seriously after the early morning conflict.

……

As for where is the person Tim is ready to talk to now?

He is in his bedroom.

Although I don't know why Alfred sent Clark, an innocent little reporter, to wake him up, but obviously, this kind of thing is a bit too difficult for a little reporter.

For example, now, after at least four or five "sleep for another 5 minutes", Clark still hasn't been able to grab the bed-ridden Brucey baby from the bed after several 10 minutes.

But time is running out—

Clark tugged at Bruce's quilt.

"Bruce, you really can't sleep anymore. Mr. Pennyworth said you have a meeting in the morning." The voice of the little reporter rang out, clutching Bruce's quilt in his hand, and pulling it gently.

The little baby Brucie under the quilt was motionless, and its thin white arms were tightly hugging the corner of the quilt because it was pulled and exposed to the air. It looked as if it had been glued to the quilt.

There was no sound, but the refusal was obvious, a capitalized "Do Not Disturb My Sleep."

Clark thought it was a little funny.

It wasn't ridicule, he just felt a little... funny.

Really, being Superman, Clark never knew there was such a cute side to his co-star Bruce.

Laying on the bed with the quilt in your arms or something... It's very childish.

But he's just a kid now, isn't he?

Clark felt that he didn't know why at this moment, and suddenly forgot a certain fear of being dominated by Batman's disapproving gaze.

This may be because he is harassing Bruce to sleep, and Bruce is resisting, but he is not really angry, or maybe the small Bruce is too easy to arouse some kind of affection.

But anyway, some sort of magical emotion prompted Superman to make a move that he would never have done under normal circumstances.

He ignored his little reporter's setting at this time, raised his hand holding Bruce's quilt, and then flew a little higher on the spot.

The quilt was lifted from the bed, and there was a little brucey baby on it.

The sudden weightlessness made Bruce open his eyes reflexively.

If this is a battle scene, what Bruce will do next is to nimbly dodge the enemy's attack, and then quickly get off the thing he is picking up a second before being thrown to the wall, and land perfectly.

But this isn't a fight, this is just the whim of a Kryptonian.

So in the next second, the baby Brucey on the quilt was taken off the quilt by Clark, and before he managed to recover, he was caught in the arms of the Kryptonian who lost the quilt.

Pulling the quilt, lifting the quilt, picking up the little Brucey baby, one-stop service.

He was decisive in his agility, and gentle in his roughness, so that when Bruce came back to his senses, he had already fallen into the arms of the little reporter, being held like a child.

Bruce, who was suddenly forced to leave the bed: "..."

His face was already dark, and his mood could no longer be said to be unpleasant, it should be said to be very unpleasant.

If that gloomy and pitch-black mood could be substantiated, it would definitely come out through his body and beat the Kryptonian who was holding him at the moment.

"I thought you should remember that you are an ordinary reporter now!"

Ordinary is a heavily bitten word.

If this is speaking with Batman's normal throat cancer voice, it must make people's scalp tingle, but... everyone knows that Bruce Wayne is now a little Bruce Wayne, with a voice that is immature. Kind of milky.

So this sentence not only didn't make Kryptonian's scalp numb, but inexplicably made Clark want to go up and rub Bruce's head.

After all, it sounds like a disgruntled kitten meowing after being woken up.

"Okay, Bruce, you have to use some special methods in special times, you can't be angry with me, you've been in bed for a long time." Clark softened his voice, he felt like he was coaxing a child now: "Continue like this Mr. Pennyworth will definitely be unhappy if I go down, and then I won't be able to come to Wayne Manor next time."

"Bruce, we are the best partners, remember? I think we should have a tacit understanding even when we wake up..."

Clark said, and then, as expected, he got a bat stare from little Bruce.

"I thought you knew that the reason I couldn't sleep well was because you ruined my room one night, small town boy." Bruce's tone was very bad: "But now, stop being a reporter. , land, put me down."

"How long do you want to hug me?" Bruce asked soulfully.

Intuition is reminding Bruce that if he doesn't say anything, then this little reporter is likely to hold him like this until the end of time.

It wasn't even an illusion, after all, the little reporter had been behaving terribly since he was small.

Among other things, at least Bruce can be sure that under normal circumstances, Clark would never try to grab his quilt, and would not hesitate to take him off the quilt.

Well, maybe, after all, Clark hadn't even given Bruce the privilege of waking him up before.

Batman's words are not deterrent, especially the soft baby Brucey gave Clark the feeling that he is not angry.

Not even anger.

It's a bit embarrassing and doubtful, as well as the irritability and tension of being woken up early.

Rao!How can he be so cute!

Clark felt like he couldn't help licking Baby Bruce's hand!

But fortunately, just a second before Clark was really ready to make a bold move, the door of Bruce's room was knocked a few times, and then opened.

Small birdballs squeezed in.

"Bruce?" Tim, who was ready to quarrel with Bruce and have conflicts, pushed open the door: "I think..."

He looked up into the room, but he didn't see what he wanted to see.

In the empty room, the cool wind blows in from the broken walls.

Inside the house, two children, one big and one small, stood in the air in a posture similar to that of a father holding a cub.

At the door, Tim's pupils constricted involuntarily.

Then, he heard his next words as if in a dream: "... talk to you."

The author has something to say:

Tim:? ? ? ? ?Where is my dad?What about my big dad?

Crisp: Thank you for the invitation, I'm holding it in my arms.

master:…………