[Comprehensive British and American] Group favorite Wayne

Bruce didn't know for the time being that his current situation had been guessed a little by the two bird balls at home, and because he refused to believe the fact that his father was getting smaller, he was frantically pinning the blame on their youngest brother.

At this time, Bruce was sitting in the car and preparing to go back to the Batcave after a night of night patrol.

The little bat is sitting cross-legged. For him, the seat belt that has not been used since it was developed is firmly glued to the little bat, tightly combining his body with the seat of the Batmobile.

Seat belts are a must-have for driving.

For Batman, this thing was more of a decoration before, but now, he has to pick up this seemingly forgotten function and use it perfectly.

Even if Batman doesn't want to...he has to.

The inertia of the Batmobile is too high. When the speed is super high, poor driving skills can easily cause a devastating blow to the surrounding buildings and even pedestrians.

Batman is not going to destroy Gotham by car, in fact, his driving skills are very good.

But sometimes things like inertia are very unreasonable. For this little bat less than one meter in size, the cockpit is very spacious and large. Or a larger twist would make the little bat, which is sitting cross-legged, stagger around, or simply leak under the car.

Alfred: "Sir, I think I'm glad you can abide by the necessary rules for driving. Maybe now you can set a good example for Master Damian."

What a good example, driving a seat belt?

This is really good.

Bruce: "Damian isn't old enough to drive."

Even though he has sneaked out in the Batmobile a few times, it can be seen that he is good at driving, but he cannot drive under the age.

Batman has always insisted on this, stubbornly making Damian angry several times.

The car is running fast on the road. For the Batmobile, ultra-high speed driving has become the norm.

Although Batman is not driving in person, but Batman sits in the cockpit and drives remotely, but there is no difference in essence-he is very clear about how to use the equipment on his body, and he is quite skilled.

Leaving aside the subtleties of being in a car and driving remotely, the Batmobile drives as fast and smoothly as ever.

Ignoring Alfred's non-malicious "Sir, you're a kid now." Bruce drove the Batmobile back to the Batcave without changing his face.

The Batcave is very quiet, because only Batman and Alfred are left because of the authority lock. After Batman left, there is only an old butler with excellent logistical skills left here.

Bruce skillfully drove the car into the parking space of the Batcave, and after a cool tail flick, he took off his seat belt and jumped out of the cockpit.

A small Batman with a big cloak jumps down like a fluffy cat with fluffy long hair, inexplicably revealing a strange sense of cuteness.

Alfred looked at his little master, glanced a few times, and as expected saw several wounds on his body caused by the bullets.

A few long strips, still bleeding.

But the dark knight didn't seem to feel it, and just quickly came to the bat computer.

Injury is a common thing, even if he deliberately avoids being found to be smaller, it is impossible for Batman to use the Batmobile for the entire night patrol-it would be too conspicuous and too easy to detect abnormalities.

But since real people are going to fight, it is inevitable that they will be injured.

Batman doesn't care about his physical state, or cares, but under the premise of having more important things, he often chooses to ignore it directly.

Alfred sighed slightly, and didn't think it was too surprising - this time it was just a few wounds, compared to the usual Bruce, they could be regarded as minor injuries, the kind that could be ignored directly.

Bruce didn't think it was a big deal, but the old butler couldn't help it.

Batman guards the city of Gotham. He is just a human being. Facing a lot of vicious criminals, it is normal for him to be injured.

He might have gotten used to it.

But for those who care about him, habits don't exist.

Silently preparing the medical equipment and medicines needed to bandage the wound, Alfred walked up to Bruce who was operating on the bat computer.

Little Bruce had already taken off his helmet by this time.

The slender body wrapped in the nano armor was completely covered by the huge cloak, only the wrapped slender neck and hair were exposed.

The slightly sweaty soft black hair is messy and messy, and under the light of the bat computer, it reveals a black color that is particularly seductive. Just looking at it, one feels that it must be quite perfect.

From the back view, just the soft hair makes people think that this is a well-behaved boy.

To be honest, Alfred can be said to be the person who feels the deepest about Bruce's young form.

This is probably because he really saw Bruce in his childhood.

The lively and well-behaved Bruce who was as happy as a little prince, the Bruce who was loved by his parents.

Alfred even felt in a trance at this time that he saw his childhood shadow from the boy standing in front of the Bat computer, even though Bruce was still wearing Batman's armor at this time, with Batman's helmet next to him .

But obviously, shadows are just shadows.

The boy in front of the bat computer turned around, revealing the steel blue eyes under the soft black hair.

— Calm, deep.

At this time, the owner of this eye was turning around, facing his old butler: "Ah Fu?"

"What's the matter, sir." Alfred walked over and put aside the medical tray containing the medicine and bandages.

"You're in a daze, Fu." Bruce pointed this out with a slight frown.

He was a little worried about Alfred's situation. After all, Alfred was the first person to come into contact with him, and he was also the one who had been in contact with him for the longest time.

At present, we don't know whether this extremely likely magical existence will be contagious, whether the radiation may affect the people around us, and what the specific effect is, everything needs to be extra careful and careful.

From the moment Bruce Wayne became Batman, he knew that he would be hurt, but he didn't want people around him to be hurt because of him, especially Alfred.

No one knows the master's mind better than the butler Alfred.

"I just remembered something from the past, so don't worry." Alfred smiled, and his old voice was unquestionable: "And it's not me who needs to be cared about now, sir. If you don't want to die because of excessive blood loss Into the hospital, then your wound needs to be bandaged."

Bruce: "It's just a minor injury."

He said so, but still obediently suspended the work in hand, and then sat on the medical table beside him, waiting for the old housekeeper to disinfect the wound.

The white upper body is exposed to the air.

While waiting for Alfred to treat the wound, Bruce was also observing the wound on his body.

There are three in total, two on the torso and one on the right arm.

It was all due to the short-term discomfort caused by the body changes during the night watch.

Bruce's current skin is unbelievably white, like a flawless jade, so the wound that it sets off is particularly ferocious.

The pain is not very painful, Batman's ability to tolerate pain is very high.

The problem is that these wounds are a little special.

It is strange that the body becomes smaller without changing its own intelligence and physical fitness. The existence of this suspected magic is like having a preference for Batman. After shrinking the big bat unreasonably, it is also given to the miniature version of the bat. An enhanced version of beauty.

To put it bluntly, even when Bruce was a child, Bruce's appearance can be regarded as the pinnacle now.

The skin is so delicate that there are no pores at all, and the facial features are exquisite and full of the unique sweetness of the baby Brucey. The most important thing is... the wound healing speed is too high.

Bruce had already guessed when the blood was drawn in the Batcave before, and now the healing of the bullet bruise directly proves this point.

Alfred had just treated the wound with medicine, and before he had time to suture and bandage it, the wound was already close to healing.

The old and the young looked at the almost healed wounds that were about to disappear at this time, silently.

"I think it's a good performance so far." Alfred looked at Bruce, who was tense because of the rapid wound healing, so comforting.

"At least your old steward doesn't need to worry that his master will one day go ahead of him because of bleeding."

Quiet banter, which Alfred was always good at.

This may be because his master is always so uneasy.

Bruce's originally tense expression eased a little.

"Ah Fu, I will pay attention to my own safety."

But that's not the same thing as the body's high-speed healing.

Apart from non-human beings with high-speed healing ability, the only ones who can be regarded as the human race are mutants.

But Bruce is sure that he is not, he is just an ordinary human being, ordinary cannot be extraordinary, he will be injured by the attack, and he will also be hospitalized due to the injury,

At least until now.

But not now.

The extremely powerful recovery speed and the fact that the wound left no trace on the body after the recovery made Bruce suspect that if he broke his back again, it was very likely that he would recover to its original state in less than 5 minutes without any sequelae.

Bruce turned his head and his eyes fell on the medical tray on the side of the operating table.

The stainless steel tray reflects Bruce's own face, and just one glance is enough to arouse people's love.

It was the face of a baby Brucey, but Batman felt nothing but wariness.

Not everyone likes rejuvenation.

Especially the age of Bruce himself is not old, and Tong is too young.

The inexplicable changes in the body and the rapid healing of the wound all gave Batman a bad feeling and a bad premonition.

Batman has a strong desire for control, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is a control freak. He hates this feeling of being out of control.

It gave him an uncertainty, a strong sense of insecurity.

Batman rejects this.

Against Alfred's disapproving gaze, Bruce reached for a scalpel on the tray.

The sharp blade reflected Bruce's steel-blue eyes.

He stroked the blade, then pressed down with his unchanging thumb, leaving a deep knife mark on his finger.

The previous wound healed too suddenly, and Bruce was unprepared, so that when he reacted, the wound had disappeared completely.

But it doesn't matter, if you don't prepare for the first time, you can come for the second time.

This time the recovery was not delayed, the blood didn't even have time to flow out, and the wound disappeared completely, without even a scar, as if there had never been a wound there.

With Bruce's current eyesight and deliberate attention, he even noticed that his wound healed for a moment, and there were dots of white shimmering flashes on the cracked edge.

——That is definitely not the effect that a normal human body can produce.

The author has something to say:

Again, this article is a cookie, the reason why the master became smaller is quite special, harmless! !Absolutely harmless! !

And - there is a special reason for the different healing of the two wounds, not a bug.