Bat family's cub is lost

The Bruce in this world is probably the big version, while the Bruce in the cub world is more inclined to Bell Bat.

Also, Zai Zai doesn't know anything about his family's affairs, which is too tragic.

Ha, of course he accidentally said something terrific.

A man named Wayne, apparently living in Wayne Manor with a child he didn't know he was used to.Adding up these few items, it is really difficult to make the Batman of Bruce Wayne not be vigilant.

"Master Bruce, considering your life these years, I may reasonably doubt the possibility of an illegitimate child being born. Perhaps you haven't realized that this child is very similar to you when you were a child."

Maybe it's a lie, maybe it's a conspiracy.Those vermin that hide in the dark can do anything, especially at a time like this.

Bruce answered silently in his heart.

Throwing the person into the suspicious file decisively, the bat computer started the investigation simultaneously.Since he said his home was in Wayne Manor, it was Playboy Bruce's turn to go online, which was a good way to keep the danger under his nose.

Who can say no to the red button?Palmer, who was sitting on the Batmobile, was very itchy to the row of buttons on the control panel, and quietly stretched out a small claw.

"Don't touch that."

Then change it?Palmer's paw moved to the big button next door.

"Don't touch that either, just be honest."

"Okay," he said, clutching his face and slumping into the seat, sitting on every boy's dream and not being able to touch anything, it's just cruel.

But soon he didn't have the leisure to fumble around, "Wait, did we go wrong?" Palmer pointed to the manor close at hand and looked at Mr. Batman with a surprised expression. The home he imagined.

According to Dick, he was very naughty when he was a child, and seemed to have endless energy.So in order for him to stay honestly for a while, so as not to cause trouble to the adults who are busy with work.Dad and the others had to install a series of toys such as swings and slides in the yard, so that little Palmer could not spend all his energy on squeaking and crying.

As much as Dick liked to exaggerate, Wayne Manor had all sorts of toys, and here were none, nothing.

"If Wayne Manor is what you're looking for," Batman said, pointing to the door plate, "then this is it.

Unless you also know, Gotham has a second Wayne Manor. "

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Regular white water is fine, thank you very much."

Holding teacups in both hands, sitting on a sofa (probably Wayne Manor), his eyes were empty and his eyes were dull.Palmer feels that the current situation has completely exceeded his cognition, a Wayne Manor that is not Wayne Manor and an Al Fu who is not like Al Fu.

It's a bit of a mouthful, but please understand his messy brain.

Before he could question again, Mr. Batman performed a legendary stunt.Then this one appeared, a butler who he didn't know and called himself Alfred led him in.

To be honest, the housekeeper grandpa in his impression is a bit more robust (maybe fat?), looks gentler, and has less hair (bushi).

If it's just that the person has changed, Palmer may be able to comfort himself that Ah Fu has been swapped, and Wayne Manor has been taken over by kidnappers.The items at home, specifically—there is no photo wall here, and there is no toy box next to his resident TV wall—maybe they were looted and boxed by the kidnappers.

But the next person who appeared completely crushed his self-consolation.

A tall, strong man with blue eyes came down the stairs, in pajamas. "Ah Fu, is there a little guest at our house?"

"Master Bruce, when there are guests, I think you should change into something more appropriate."

"But Ah Fu, it's night now, look, our little guest is also wearing pajamas, can we just treat it as a pajama paty? In this case, formal attire will make the atmosphere too tense."

Okay, this man is Bruce Wayne, but not his dad.

Palmer finally couldn't help crying, "This is not my house!"

Whoever it is, Daddy, Alfred, Dick, Jason, he's not trying to sneak out at night anymore, he wants to go home!

Without saying a word, Bruce, who made children cry at the beginning, received a disapproving look from Ah Fu.

Ah Fu: Master is probably completely hopeless.Master Dick is like this, and Master Jason is also like this. Master, you are so focused on bullying children, shouldn't you reflect on yourself? (Translation of eyes from bullshit)

In the end, Ah Fu coaxed the person well.

Cookies are the best tools for soothing emotions.Palmer held one in each hand and stuffed his mouth full, weeping as he ate.Ah Fu brought a glass of milk at the right time, "Thank you," he said gratefully, sniffling after putting down what was in his mouth.

No matter which world Ah Fu is so caring.

"So maybe you're from another world?" The Bruce who wasn't his father, [let's call him Bruce Two for now], stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"This should be."

Palmer lowered his head sadly, "My dad is thinner, he looks good when he smiles, and he will play with me when he is free. I have a lot of gifts from him and my brothers in my room , also in the living room and the yard, but there is nothing here." His nose was a little sour, and he wanted to cry.

"Well, I think you know Batman right, I understand that he sent you here?" Bruce No. [-] spread his hands.

Ah Fu raised his eyebrows: That's right, sir, I learned it from yourself.

"And do you know the Justice League?"

"What's that?" Palmer asked blankly.

Bruce: A world without the Justice League, write it all down in a little notebook.jpg

"What about Superman? Wonder Woman? Aquaman? Or The Flash?" No matter what Bruce said, Palmer shook his head blankly in response.

"Well, as long as you know that it is a huge superhero organization, its members have all kinds of abilities and have a lot of alien technology." Bruce coughed twice, "rich people always want to be able to To make myself safer, so, I gave that organization a little bit of insight. Capital injectors, shareholders, whatever you want to understand."

"That means—" Palmer's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, that means maybe I can help you get some help from the Justice League."

"This is really great," Palmer jumped up happily, and soon realized that he was wrong, and sat back stiffly, "I'm sorry, I mean thank you so much."

"But there is one more thing, whether it's magic or something, there is always a medium." Bruce shrugged, "I hope you don't mind some things about physical examinations or blood draws."

"of course not!"

"That's good, I'll arrange the time." Bruce yawned, "It's late today, isn't it? You're still a child, and you've gone through so much all at once, I think you need to take a good rest."

I didn't think it before, but Palmer couldn't help yawning when he was said this way (I also typed one while typing, which fully shows that yawning is contagious, even if it's just words.).

"I think Ah Fu will be willing to arrange a room for you so that you can have a good rest. When you wake up, we can have a good chat and see how we can send you home."

"You're right." Palmer took Ah Fu's hand obediently, "By the way," he turned around again, "it sounds like a good idea to invest in an organization, and you can talk to me when I go back." Dad tell me."

Ah Fu took me to a door on the second floor, "Okay, this is it." When I opened the door, I found a strange room with blue as the main color. "This used to be Master Dick's room, you can live here first."

"That," Palmer buried his head and pulled his sleeve, "can you stay with me here? It will be fine in a while, really, I'm a little scared."

"Of course, of course." Alfred bent down and stroked his hair, "I will always be here."

Even though he didn't seem that frightened, there were too many dangers for a child tonight.Palmer was so exhausted that he fell into a dream as soon as his head hit the pillow.He curled up into a small ball on the bed without any sense of security, whispering something in his dream.

Alfred tucked the quilt for him, and turned off the bedside lamp, "Good night, Master Palmer, I wish you a sweet dream."