[Comprehensive British and American] Group favorite Wayne

Tonight, he might have seen a ghost.

Jason thought very calmly in his heart, and quickly confirmed his current state in his brain.

His physical function is good, his memory is clear, and he doesn't have any other abnormal state... And he is also very sure that he has not been tricked by anyone in the past few days, nor is he unconscious, or has signs of daydreaming.

In a word, he is a very good person now, very, very good.

But hell.

Jason looked down at little Bruce in front of him, deeply aware of the depth of his hell.

Otherwise, how could he have seen a little bean that looked more like Bruce than Damian in Bruce's bedroom at night, and this little bean called out his name calmly, and called himself Is he his father?

This is so weird.

If he wasn't actually seeing a ghost, or dreaming, then it must be Dickie Bird's plot!

Jason stared at little Bruce in front of him.

But he had to admit that it didn't matter which of the three this situation was—this brat who claimed to be Bruce was really good-looking.

He really looks like Bruce, even more like Damian, just like Baby Bruce who has been exquisitely shrunk, those steel blue eyes are unbelievably beautiful, and his facial features are also exquisitely terrifying.

The point is temperament, his temperament is quite different from Damian's.

The devil bastard was like a firecracker that would blow up at any time, filled with the aura of a bear child, so that Jason had conflicts with him that were not easy on the rare occasions when he went home.

But this little bean was different, he gave Jason an indescribable feeling, as if he really was Bruce Wayne, his own father.

But, how is it possible.

How is this possible.

how--

"Well, if you are." Jason felt that his voice was dry, but he forced his aura: "Then what the hell is this? Magic?"

Both Dick and Bruce noticed Jason's erratic eyes at this moment, his tone was cold and hard, and seemed to be irritable as usual, but his eyes never fell on Bruce except at the beginning.

At this moment, he is still turning his head, as if Bruce is a large glowing light bulb in the dark, which is unbearable to look at: "When will he change back?"

This seems to be about Dick, but everyone knows that it is actually about Bruce.

After all, Dick obviously just knew about it not long ago, and he knew it far more clearly than Bruce.

Of course, Bruce would not choose to turn a blind eye to his son's doubts, or rather, he was actually happy to answer them. After all, this question should be made clear earlier to avoid various subsequent situations.

It doesn't make sense that all the comrades know, but the sons don't know, and it's just getting smaller, it's not a big deal.

Bruce opened his mouth, and was about to briefly say the conclusion of the report, but before he could speak, there was a knock on the door.

Outside the door, a red birdie squeezed in with ease, holding a glass of milk in his hand: "Hey, Bruce."

As he said this, his eyes fell on his brothers: "It seems that I didn't come here by coincidence."

"No, no, it's a coincidence." After a while of silence, Dick showed a big smile: "It's really a coincidence."

"Well, if you have to say that." Tim smiled. He walked to the bed, put the milk cup on the table, and turned to see Jason still standing there. He didn't know he was stunned by the fact What's the matter.

Tim's eyes fell on Bruce, and he said calmly, "It seems that I interrupted your chat."

"But chatting at this time may not be very good, I mean-Afu may not agree with you chatting at this time." Tim seemed very considerate: "Bruce needs to rest, and... I remember you tomorrow must go to work?"

The implication is, what are you still doing here, leave!

This night, he actually came to Bruce's bedroom.

God knows Tim saw his old father from the surveillance, oh no, now it should be said that his little father, two tall and burly people appeared in the bedroom, and one was holding several bird balls of Brucey's baby. What a regret.

——He shouldn't have told Dick about this so early, although according to Dick's situation, it wouldn't take long for him to know.

But at least that can delay a little more time, so that the two of them will not come in like thieves in the middle of the night.

And Bruce obviously didn't mean to stop it - the untouched Wayne Manor's alarm is the best proof.

One bat cannot contain three birds.

Tim is so heartbroken.

Tim felt like his good time smoking Bruce Jr. alone was over, even though he hadn't really smoked like Superman the whole time.

But before that, he had to get the two newcomers, bat-sucking fellows, out of Bruce's bedroom.

Firstly, it was indeed because of Tim's subtle possessiveness towards the little father, and secondly, as he said before, now is not a good time to talk.

It's late at night, it's early in the morning, it's time to sleep, and Bruce has a meeting tomorrow, which means he can't have a pleasant sleep in bed.

My father is still young, such a small, cute, and still a child, lack of sleep will not grow taller, and it will be harmful to the body.

Tim directly ignored the fact that he himself had no position to say such a thing, and thought lovingly in his heart.

As for the explanation that Bruce has become smaller, Tim has already figured out the cause and effect clearly after Bruce revealed his secrets to Tim. If you want to explain, you can come to him Red Robin.

Chat with you all night, enough coffee, you can chat as you want.

What kind of Batman are you looking for? Wouldn't it be good to let Batman sleep well?He is still growing.

Tim has been smoking bats too much these days, as if thinking a little deliriously.

The eyes that looked at Dick clearly read [you have bad intentions].

Oh, as for why I didn't look at the red hood - it might be because Jason's originally expressive hood, which looks like a ghost, is now inexplicably blank.

And compared to Jason, who has a slightly stiff relationship with Bruce, Dick, who is obviously very good at getting along with Bruce, is a little more threatening.

Tim is so witty today too.

As for whether this kind of wit is really witty, it still needs to be studied.But what is certain is that as soon as Tim's words came out, the atmosphere in the originally quiet and somewhat strange room suddenly relaxed a lot.

Bruce had already closed the passage to the Batcave and put on his little shoes while the three sons chatted with each other.

He was going to talk to his sons.

But no one wanted to talk about it.

It was as if Tim's words had triggered some hidden mechanism in an instant. Now, among the three birdballs, none of Jason's eyes fell on Bruce.

They looked at each other, and finally, after being silent for about three seconds, they walked towards the door in unison.

Red Hood is obviously in a bad mood right now, so he is the first one. Dick should be second only to Jason from the door, but obviously he doesn't particularly want to go... It's a pity how could Tim let it go? he stay here?

Tim grabbed Big Brother's arm.

Dick: "..."

Dick felt that he understood, or he should have understood, after all, the moment he saw Bruce, he understood why Tim obviously knew about Bruce's situation earlier than them, but he never told them.

This plastic brotherhood is not worth mentioning in front of the cute little bats.

Tim made this very clear, and Dick was silent for a moment, silently giving him a thumbs up in his heart.

——It would probably be the same for him.

Dick turned his head and glanced at his little father. Bruce was still standing there, looking in their direction, frowning slightly.

The warm milk is placed on the bedside, exuding a fragrant smell.

To be honest, Dick didn't really want to leave at first, but he couldn't help but soften his heart after seeing this scene.

It's like falling into a fluffy and sweet cotton candy.

No matter how plastic the little brother Tim is, he's right about one thing - Bruce is a kid now, and after a long night's watch, he needs to rest.

Dick shook off Tim's hand, hugged his plastic brother in the next second, and showed a pretty bright smile to the little Bruce beside the bed: "Hey, Bruce, don't worry, although you are getting smaller This incident is indeed a bit surprising, but I think Xiaohong will explain it clearly to us, right."

The big blue bird's hand tapped Tim's shoulder.

Tim felt the strength of Dick's shot: "...Yes."

He said, ignoring the pain in his shoulder from being slapped by Dick, and turned his head to show Bruce the same smile. Although he obviously didn't smile as beautifully as Dick after staying up for a long time, but——"Bruce, take a good rest, Remember the milk."

After saying that, he didn't stay for a long time, and directly dragged Dick out of Bruce's bedroom.

Bruce: "..."

Bruce didn't speak.

He felt that his sons were acting strangely tonight.

……

…………

When they were in Bruce's room, the three birdballs seemed to be in perfect harmony, and the plastic brotherhood on the surface was maintained perfectly.

But after they came out, almost at the moment when they were closed, the expressions of the three changed at the same time.

The red hood is okay, the person has already woken up from the blankness, but he doesn't know why he is so silent at this moment.

Dick looked at Tim on the other side, with the pain of betrayal on his expression: "Xiaohong, you have changed."

He is no longer that caring brother.

Dick had no doubts that if he hadn't insisted on bringing Jason over tonight, Tim didn't know how long he would have kept this matter a secret.

Really, no doubt, because Dick would have done the same in another position.

But isn't he the one who was blinded?So Dick was very confident.

Tim couldn't deny Dick's words: "Trust me, if you were me, you would change too."

His tone was not as gentle as before in front of Bruce at all. He was extremely tired after staying up all night for a long time, and even his tone became cold and calm because of this, but this was normal, after all, he could not sleep all night without coffee. Fate, no one can cheer up.

Tim's performance in front of Bruce is considered abnormal.

Or rather normal.

After all, who would have the heart to show negative emotions towards a cute and cute Brucey baby?

nonexistent.

There is even a saying that when the little Batman is by his side, Tim's work efficiency, which is not low, even reaches the peak level. This is the motivation brought by sucking little Bruce!

But it turned out that only one of his bird balls could get such a power, and now there are two more.

Fortunately, there are not three of them. Compared with the second brother who has been awkward for 1 years, the eldest brother who works in the next city, the most threatening Damian is still in the Middle East and has not returned. This is somewhat of a consolation.

Damian's character after all... God, Tim can't even imagine what it's going to be like seeing a smaller Bruce when he gets back.

That would be downright scary.

Dick and Tim seemed to think of this at the same time, and they looked at each other, seeing what the other meant.

Dick: "...I remember Bruce considered sending little D to boarding school?"

Tim calmed down: "Yes, but he was crazily rejected by himself."

Dick: "...I know you have a photo of Bruce in your hand, don't rush to refute, you must have it." The big blue bird said seriously: "Send me a copy, and I also want a copy of the report on Bruce's shrinking. .”

Tim: "Huh?"

Dick: "Pass and I'll help you convince Bruce to let Damian go to boarding school, trust me, I'm a good fit for this."

Dick: "And we don't actually fight, do we? I have to work, next door in Bludhaven."

Tim thought about it for a while and thought it made sense. After all, the things he photographed these days may not be impossible for Dick to get. Compared with Damian, Dick is indeed better. The point is that Dick doesn't live at home.

But if it's Damian—that's over, Tim thinks he might have to fight Damian first if he smokes Bruce.

The most important thing is that he really can't beat it.

This is too miserable.

Tim pondered for a moment, he looked at the big blue bird waiting for his reply, and made up his mind: "Deal."

……

After the deal was concluded, the follow-up process was much easier. Red Hood also quickly came to his senses after Red Robin and Nightwing made the deal in front of him, joined the spoils, and became one of the members of the deal.

But compared to the excited two bird balls, Jason seemed much calmer. He quickly exchanged information, quickly said goodbye to the two bird balls who obviously wanted to say something, and then quickly entered Wei In his own bedroom in En Manor.

The bedroom is very clean, and the sound insulation effect is not so good once the door is closed.

Jason locked the door with a blank face, then sat on the edge of the bed, took off his hood, and quietly watched the information package sent by the newly recruited Red Robin in the encrypted channel.

He calmly opened it, downloaded it, and watched it.

After a brief black screen on the phone, a face of the baby Brucey whom he had just met not long ago was revealed.

It is worth mentioning that this game is not a photo, but a video, and the content is not very rich in just a dozen seconds, but the problem is that there are, yes, two small ears on the top of this little Brucey baby of!

Or the black, furry kind.

In the video, he is obviously preparing for the night patrol. He is wearing a newly made small bat armor, and the cloak is oversized and oversized to wrap him inside. At this time, Bruce is holding a bat helmet, wrinkled Frowning, ready to plug in two disobedient little ears.

In one word, lovely.

Two words, very cute.

Three words, cute to bursting.

Jason: "..."

Jason slapped himself across the face.

... scumbag.

He felt the pain on his face, and thought with a blank expression—this could be fucking Bruce! ? ! ?

……

Yeah, but that's really fucking Bruce.

After watching Tim's collection of cat ears videos about a dozen times, Jason confirmed the identity of this dark and cute little one.

Fuck, he'll be able to use words like cutie one day to describe his old father, a dark and grumpy old bat.

Jason felt that his brain might have been flooded.

But who says it isn't?As far as Jason is concerned, his brain may not only have been flooded tonight, but probably the entire Pacific Ocean.

He actually looped the video of his old father wearing a helmet so many times on his phone, and felt weirdly that Bruce was so cute, and the way he frowned because it was troublesome to stuff the cat ears into the helmet looked soft.

Jason felt that he almost didn't know the adjective soft, but it was hard to deny that it really suited the current Bruce.

Soft, small, delicate, cute...

Oh shit.

The old man was simply poisonous.

Dramatic poison.

Jason cleared his mind of the adjectives that popped up at the same time.

He felt that he was almost useless.

The 200-pound figure of Batman in my mind, the tall muscular macho image has gradually faded away, and was replaced by a small bat ball.

It is worth mentioning that this bat ball also has a pair of small furry ears.

Focused, fluffy, very rua-like.

Jason: "..."

Jason took a deep breath, pretending he wasn't thinking of anything weird and messy.

He stood up suddenly from the bed, and quickly walked to the window, ready to take a look at the scenery of Gotham outside, and use the heavily polluted air to clear his mind.

But he didn't realize what he was doing until he climbed out of the window and snuggled under Bruce's window very comfortably.

It seems that I did it subconsciously, and I didn't feel anything after I finished it.

Jason looked at the window sill he was holding on and hesitated for a moment.

——Videos are not as comfortable as watching real people, anyway, they are here...

Of course, he definitely didn’t come here to observe his old father up close. It’s just Bruce. It’s his own face anyway. Damian looks very similar to Bruce, and he’s not very old. It's not that I haven't seen it.

Jason thought: I just want to verify the authenticity of the video.

That's right, that's it. After all, he saw it clearly in Bruce's bedroom before. Bruce didn't have small soft ears and a small hat on top of Bruce's head, and most importantly, Bruce didn't wear that kind of cute little hat. Likes - he even tucked this little hat into his bat helmet in the video.

There's definitely something wrong with that, and maybe it's Tim's fault.

I'm just here to expose Red Robin's plot.

Jason thought to himself.

After thinking about it, it was quite natural to prepare to pick it up.

It is impossible to get in. After all, Batman is Batman when he is asleep. It is already very difficult to lean on the window, and the car will overturn within minutes.

He was going to look at Bruce through the window.

only one glance.

Jason said in his heart - I'll leave after reading it.

Jason was ready.

Jason was about to take the last step to climb up the glass... Jason saw the sneaky Dick coming over the wall.

Dick obviously saw Jason too.

He was shocked: "Little Wing!?" Realizing that his voice was a bit loud, he lowered his voice: "Why are you here?"

Jason: "..."

Nasty Dickie Bird!

Jason stopped his movements expressionlessly: "It's nothing."

Jason was so calm at the moment: "I'm passing by."

The author has something to say:

Rice, one of them hadn't even come home, was tragically birded by his brothers.

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Two birdballs met on a narrow road under the window sill.

The big blue bird made a surprised sound: Little wings! ?

Red Barrel: ... Fuck.

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PS: This chapter is two in one. There will be three updates later, but I haven't finished coding. After coding, it will be posted on time at twelve o'clock~

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