[Comprehensive British and American] Group favorite Wayne

Casual dismissal of work is already a common occurrence for the wayward Brucey baby, so that when Alfred throws out weird reasons, everyone accepts it quite quickly.

Even if that reason seems a lot like fooling a fool.

But—who cares?

Bruce Wayne is like a mascot to the Wayne Group. Even if he comes to a meeting, he spends more time sleeping. It’s just that he has changed from a comfortable bed to a less comfortable chair. any difference.

Everyone in the Wayne Group just wants to make money--Bruce's unprofessional mascot behavior, as long as money can stop their mouths, they won't say a word.

And it just so happens that the Wayne Group can make a lot of money.

Even if Bruce Wayne can spend more money than anyone else, and even funded the entire Justice League's war damage in order to pick up a black man with cat ears, the Wayne Group still has money.

Especially Bruce himself, he doesn't feel bad about spending a lot of money to play.

With Lucius in the front and his own son Timothy in the back, the Wayne Group can be said to have not been in the slightest decline in business, and its ability to absorb money is not vain at all.

However, these are not the point.

The point is that because Bruce has a lot of criminal records, casually dismissing a meeting or two will not arouse anyone's suspicion.

Except for Timothy, aka Tim.

As the smartest birdie in the bat family, Tim reacts very quickly to many things. Although his physical fitness is slightly weaker than the other three birdballs, Tim's detection ability and reasoning level are indeed incomparable. There is nothing to say.

He was able to speculate that Bruce Wayne, the idiot playboy, was Batman with a little clue, and now he can naturally detect a little something wrong from the meeting that was pushed away in the morning.

Bruce Wayne is capricious, that's right, but he would never just dismiss a meeting for no reason.

In other words, even if Bruce wanted to, Alfred, the butler with the greatest say in Wayne Manor, would not agree with his master to do so.

Bruce Wayne is just a superficial mask for Bruce, and Batman underneath is the real self he admits. If the old butler insisted that his master must have some daytime activities, then wayward Bruce would definitely put Live yourself as a real nocturnal animal.

So no matter how much Bruce wants to stay in bed, he will never miss the meeting for non-important things-even if he will only sleep during the meeting.

But now Bruce is missing, not only is he missing, he also turned down the interview with Clark in the afternoon...

"So you're okay now, Bruce."

Tim pinched the center of his brows wearily, took a sip of coffee to refresh his brain that hadn't rested for two full days, and then asked through the encrypted communication channel of the Bat House: "Where did something happen?"

No wonder he thought so, after all, the life of an urban vigilante is so exciting, especially living on an earth that looks like a fragrant bun.

Not only do they have to face the local super villains of the earth, but they also have to pay attention to the visitors from outer space.

Other cities might be a little better, but theirs is Gotham—a city with a high crime rate that makes life suspicious, full of gangsters and psychotic lunatics.

But... "Everything is normal, Master Tim." Alfred's voice came out first.

"Afu?" Tim paused, looking a little surprised: "Then Bruce... I mean, his morning meeting..."

The words are not finished, the meaning is obvious.

Considering that the situation that caused Bruce's current situation is unknown, and this young state may continue for a long time, Alfred intends to briefly talk about the state of his master.

It's a pity that Bruce's information entered the communication first before it was exported.

[I'm fine, Tim, focus on your work. 】

It's not a voice message, it's just a pure text message, but the meaning of the order conveyed in it is quite serious.

The most important thing is that Bruce obviously didn't want to explain to Tim why he was absent from the meeting in the morning, nor did he want to explain to him the meaning of his current special situation. The communication was closed this time.

The bat cave returned to silence, only the breathing of two people could be heard.

"Master, it's not a good habit to conceal, especially for family members."

Alfred's disapproving eyes fell on the mini version of Bruce, obviously expressing his disapproval of Bruce's forcibly closing the communication channel.

Bruce was unmoved, because the chair was too high and the slender legs that couldn't touch the ground swayed unconsciously, and the slender and white fingers tapped on the workbench in the Batcave, making a few inaudible [da da] sound.

He was very calm at this moment.

"This is a necessary behavior, Ah Fu."

"From the end of the night patrol to the discovery of the problem in the morning, the whole process took less than three hours. I'm pretty sure that I didn't suffer any magical attacks or abnormal drug infections during the night training."

But the abnormality still appeared. There was no problem with the technology detection, and the magic side was still in contact. Before he knew what happened to him, Batman would not reveal any abnormality.

Even to his assistant, his son.

Alfred understood the worry hidden in Bruce's words, and he said gently: "But master, you can't hide it for too long."

Not to mention that Bruce Wayne has a certain exposure rate in Gotham, just talking about night patrol work at night is a troublesome thing.

The birdies of the bat house are bound to know.

"But not now, Ah Fu." Bruce was unmoved, his unshielded steel-blue eyes were terrifyingly calm, "Before confirming what is the cause of my current situation and whether it has the same impact on others, This matter must be concealed."

And as long as it can.

……

Bruce wanted to hide it, and after he confirmed his thoughts, even Alfred, the butler, couldn't change it easily.

Especially when Alfred actually knew the reason for Bruce's concealment, he couldn't change Bruce's mind.

The only hope now is to let the magic side come over and find out whether Bruce has a magic effect on him, and if so, how to remove it.

But unfortunately, the people on the magic side of the Justice League happen to have a little bit of their own business recently, and they are all out of contact.

Although as a Batman, it is not impossible to really be unable to contact these people, but even if you do, it will take a long time for them to come back.

This also means that at least until the end of today's night patrol, Bruce must maintain this height of less than one meter, and a slender figure that can be toppled at a glance.

And most importantly, although the strength and intelligence did not change with the shrinkage of the body, but directly returned to the peak state, but because of the shrinkage of the body, none of the bat armor in the Batcave fit.

For Mini Bruce, who is now less than one meter old, the armor used to be as tall as the two of him.

It's just a headache.

But fortunately, the Wayne Science and Technology Department was developing nano-armors not long ago, and it has achieved some success so far, so the problem is not too big.

But——"Master, do you really intend to maintain such an image and go out to patrol at night?"

Alfred looked at Bruce who had put on the armor, installed the equipment, and was ready to go, and couldn't help but speak.

Bruce looked up, his steel blue eyes looked at Alfred through the eyepiece: "There's nothing wrong with that, Alfred."

No, actually there are.

Alfred looked at the little Batman in front of him who was wearing a tight battle armor, and the black cloak behind him looked even smaller, as if he was about to be completely submerged by the cloak, and sighed lightly.

……

Night watch is very necessary for Gotham. In another city, it may not be a big problem if the city vigilante does not show up for a day or two, but if it is in Gotham, even just one night without Batman is enough to cause chaos.

Bruce's current situation is logically not suitable for night patrol, but some things can not be carried out if they are not inappropriate.

Alfred knew Bruce's choice as early as Bruce turned down all the activities today and focused on the emergency processing of the nano armor - he didn't even intend to tell any of the birds about his situation.

Even though Alfred knew rationally that although his master had shrunk now, his combat power was unprecedentedly strong, but people are visual animals. Seeing such an immature Bruce, he would always involuntarily think of Bruce when he was a child—the one who lost boy with parents crying in his arms.

Alfred said not to worry, that was simply impossible.

But he couldn't stop Bruce from doing anything.

He is too aware of what Gotham means to Bruce, and of Bruce's stubbornness and persistence.

As a housekeeper, the only thing he can do is to take good care of Bruce's body, and then perfectly do the logistical work during Bruce's night patrol.

That's it.

For Bruce, it's not that he doesn't understand Alfred's worries about himself. After all, although the shrinking body has brought the fighting power at its peak and quite flexible mobility, the disadvantages are also obvious.

Batman represents fear, and terror suppresses crime in Gotham.

A tall Batman can certainly do this well with his actions and size, but it will be very difficult for a young Batman to do this.

As I said before, people are visual creatures, a muscular man and a slender child, and obviously the latter can make people feel particularly easy to bully.

Even though the night patrol has not started yet, Bruce can already anticipate the night patrol tonight, and I am afraid that there will be many difficulties and obstacles.

But what Bruce didn't expect was that the first difficulty he encountered was not how to fight criminals while covering up the fact that Batman had become smaller, but... the Batmobile.

As we all know, when Batman travels, the Batmobile is part of the equipment.

Smooth lines, cool and perfect shape, super high speed, and a high-strength combat power comparable to a tank make the Batmobile occupy an important position during Batman's night patrol.

It can be said that the Batmobile is really part of the super combat power tailored for Batman.

Focus on the key points, tailor-made for Batman.

Bruce hadn't noticed much before, although the process of entering the seat from the top of the cockpit seemed extraordinarily empty because of his stature, but this was obviously not the main problem.

The main problem is - he is too short.

The previous Batman was a tall figure with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, but now the Batman is a mini bat cub less than one meter, which is destined to be suitable for Batman before, and the Batmobile driving operation is tailor-made for him. The system does not match him now.

Not only the operating system, but even the height and size of the seats and other objects are not suitable.

Whether or not he can get the accelerator pedal is another matter. The problem now is that he is sitting in a position where he can't even see the road ahead.

Bruce: "..."

This is very embarrassing.

Alfred stood next to the Batmobile, looking at the little Batman who was completely invisible after getting in from the roof, as if he had been eaten by the Batmobile.

Alfred: "...Master, you are a child now, driving may be a bit difficult for you."

Bruce: "..."

...Bruce heard the faint smile in Alfred's words.

Seriously, he really wants to refute now: "I'm not a child anymore."

But miraculously, this sentence was not uttered, and Bruce felt strangely that what Alfred said made sense.

Judging from his appearance, he is indeed not an adult, but the point is... he really can't drive in a car.

Although Batman sometimes has inexplicable self-esteem in certain things, he also knows exactly what step his ability can make him do.

If he used to be, there would be no problem driving the Batmobile into the sky, but for him to drive now, it's very...

But the stubborn Batman still stubbornly rejected the old butler's request to remotely control the Batmobile.

"I can." Batman said.

Against the benevolent gaze of Alfred who walked up to the Batmobile because he couldn't see his little master, he calmly turned on his remote control system—yes, that's right, this system is not just for bats There are holes, and Batman himself has equipment on him.

In the past, this remote control was really just a remote control, but now, it may be called a driving system that is more accurate.

But who cares what the system should be called?Anyway, Batman doesn't care, he just needs something that can drive to get out of his current embarrassing situation, that's all.

Fortunately, the remote control system is indeed effective, although the operation of enabling remote control while sitting in the Batmobile is indeed a little subtle... But I have to admit that this is indeed a very good one when it is not controlled by Alfred. of choice.

As for whether the citizens of Gotham will be frightened by the Batmobile that roars all over Gotham, but no one can see it... that's another matter.

But anyway, the night watch still has to go on.

The little Bruce sat cross-legged on the driver's seat of the Batmobile. While controlling the Batmobile, he calmly began to report to Alfred in the headset and started his night patrol life tonight.

The author has something to say:

The shape of the Batmobile refers to ak, I always think that the car of ak is super handsome, and the movement of the master getting on the car is also super handsome, hehe.

PS: It doesn’t matter if you haven’t played or seen AK, because the car is just a vehicle, and it’s good to know that the appearance is handsome and cool.

The way the old man got into the car belonged to the kind of car that drove over, and then jumped up and jumped on the cockpit to get in.Of course, this is the way the big master enters the car, and the small one just slips in.