Bat family's cub is lost

Bruce was busy at the base for a while longer because of Clark's flash memory.When I got home, as expected, it was already three poles on the moon.He walked into the room lightly, and before he could untie his tie and breathe a sigh of relief, he was caught off guard by the scrutinizing eyes of his parents sitting on the sofa.

"Bruce, do you know what time it is?" Martha smiled, and behind her, his father threw him a helpless look.

Well, Bruce sighed. "I'm really sorry, really." He took off his coat and walked over to hold his mother's hand, "I obviously underestimated the complexity of the matter, so new problems kept popping up, making people caught off guard. "

"Please believe my mother, it was not my intention to come back so late. You can ask my colleague Clark Kent, the last question was given to me by him." He blinked beggingly, and did not forget to throw a He looked at the father who was standing behind him with a smile on the sofa, trying to ask for help.

Clark, who was cooking at home, trembled and almost broke the handle of the pot.

Martha first glanced at her husband who was about to persuade her, and then at Bruce, "If I remember correctly, I forgive you once and you said this at least ten times. The first time was when you insisted on being a brother." Tan's darkness, well, if this is your wish, your dad and I will always stand behind you and support you."

"At that time, you said that this was the last time you begged for my forgiveness." She breathed out quietly, "It's fine if you come back with a whole body wounded. Put it to death, but I, a mother, can only wait at home." She sighed again.

Bruce looked like he was about to finish, and the mother didn't know how long she would talk about this old account.She was afraid that if she continued, she would bring up the matter of using a stick to blow the heads of those who bullied her son one by one.

"Father, mother, you have been traveling all the way back, and you have encountered Palmer's illness, so you must not have had time to take a good rest." He waved to Alfred who had just come down the stairs, "Ah Fu, please see them off first Go to the room to rest."

Ah Fu stood there and shook his head, "Master Bruce, this is not something I can interfere with."

"I know you don't want to listen to my ramblings. After all, you are an adult and have enough ability to be responsible for the decisions you make." Martha stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on the skirt, looking at her with a gentle and calm look. Before he knew it, he had become the son of another child's father.She stroked his face and touched his dark circles, "But no matter what, son, there are two things that you must do as you promised me."

"Protect yourself and don't do things you regret."

She put her other hand on the arm of her husband who had already prepared, and finally said with a smile: "You are right about one thing, we really need to take a break. You are the same Bruce, go and see Parr Silence and sleep well."

"I will, mother." Watching the corner of the skirt disappear into the corridor, Bruce fell into the sofa as if he had escaped a catastrophe, not wanting to move.He is in a very contradictory state, that is, he feels that there is nothing wrong with the world where his parents are, but he feels extremely weird about what his mother said.

"Damn it!" he muttered softly.The beautiful and unrealistic memories that follow him always give him an inexplicable sense of urgency, as if there is an invisible enemy behind them watching them who are trapped without knowing it.

"In this regard, I am still very grateful to Master Thomas and Mrs. Martha. After all, you are always unwilling to listen to the persuasion of my old housekeeper."

"Are you gloating about this, Fu?" Bruce looked at him suspiciously.

Alfred shrugged with a smile, "How could it be, Master Bruce. By the way, Master Palmer should still be awake now, are you going to see him?"

"Of course," Bruce sat up, rubbing his forehead to make himself look more refreshed, "how does he look? Is he okay? Is there anything wrong physically, mentally, in any way? Did you cry? Noisy or seem very silent?"

"I think it's up to you to judge for yourself." Afu said, "Master Palmer is just like you. He is always good at hiding his emotions, but he prefers to put on a good side."

Of course Bruce knew this. He stood up and stretched his neck. After a while, he said dully, "He has always been a gentle child."

In the room, Palmer wrapped himself tightly in the corner of the bed, silently counting the sheep.He is doing psychological construction for himself to confess everything.Starting with sorry and ending with sorry, I have rehearsed countless times in my heart.

When he heard the door knock, he suddenly raised his head, "Yes—" the unfinished words ended in a wide and warm embrace. "Dad?" he murmured in surprise.

"Don't be afraid," Bruce put his big hands on the back of his son's head and buried him in his arms, "No matter what happens, it's not your fault." He had long wanted to tell him this, "You can overcome fear in critical moments Making the right choice and choosing to live with the consequences in hindsight instead of making excuses. I'm so proud of you, son."

People are always vulnerable when someone cares about them.

Palmer forgot all the typed manuscript, clutching the clothes on Bruce's chest with both hands and crying loudly.Grievance, fear, pressure, I want to vent everything through tears.

Bruce lowered his eyelids to cover the distress in his eyes, and patted his back with his hands, "Cry, it will be better if you cry." Just like when he cried in despair in that alley when he was a child, after crying , began to understand the pain, and then began to grow up.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, he would choose a suitable time to have a good talk with Palmer.

Palmer fell asleep crying, and Bruce was also urged to sleep by the rising exhaustion in his crying.Alfred, who had been standing outside the door all this time, came in, looked at the father and son lying on the pillow, shook his head, and helped them cover the quilt.

"Take a good rest." He sighed worriedly.

"He wants to confess everything? He will ruin everything!" Aziraphale held the violent demon tightly, trying to calm him down, "Maybe Mr. Bruce Wayne can find the truth of everything by himself, people They say he's the best detective ever."

"That will take time, and it's better than destroying it in an instant." The devil jumped, "I should do a miracle and wash this kid's brain into an idiot, so that he can learn what he can say and what he can't say."

The angel pulled him back again, "You have to understand Crowley, he is just a child who has just experienced some bad things, and it is his instinct to confide in his relatives."

"Then what should we do? Seeing him do something irreversible?"

"Of course not," the angel said after deliberation, "I mean, maybe we don't need to intervene in this matter." He raised his index finger and pointed at it quietly, "That existence will not allow this to happen, you know. "

"Okay, okay," Crowley broke away from Aziraphale's hand and straightened his clothes, "I'm just tired of these people who can't be called by their names."

"Do you want to drink some wine? Just for Cao Dan's fate." The devil put on his sunglasses and stretched out his hand to the angel.

Angel shrugged and smiled. "If it's just a little bit, I think it's fine."

Just as they appear, their disappearance is unknown.

Palmer frowned uneasily in his sleep, "Go, leave, blood—" he babbled uneasily, tossing and turning, unable to find peace.

The sea of ​​blood and corpses piled up as high as mountains in his dream appeared again in his dream.

"Help, who—"

Palmer ran in a panic in the dream, and there seemed to be something chasing him in the mist, like a cat catching a mouse.The viscous and malicious eyes never left, and the creepy chill came out from every bone.

Laughter, he heard wild laughter.

Black chains flew out of the mist, binding Palmer's limbs.The mist drew nearer, and so did the laughter.

Palmer's desperate struggle was faithfully reflected on the body outside the dream, "What happened?" Bruce was startled awake by his movement, "Wake up, wake up." He held Palmer's flailing limbs and patted them gently looking at his face, trying to wake him up from the nightmare.

But to no avail.

"Ah Fu! Come and help me!"

After a while, Alfred slammed the door open, and with his help, Bruce was able to take out the phone with one free hand.Turning to the familiar number, "Xiao Zha, come to Wayne House quickly, I need help." Hang up, and then the next one, "Konstantin, come to Wayne House quickly." Hang up again.

Looking at his son who seemed to be in extreme fear and shaking intermittently, Bruce's expression became more and more serious. Something was haunting Palmer, and he still didn't know anything about it.

In the depths of the dream, the sleeping white creature shook its tail, and the chains that bound Palmer shattered.He was finally able to escape from the approaching fog, and continued to run forward staggeringly.

"Run faster," he ordered his increasingly heavy legs, "run faster." Maybe this kind of psychological suggestion really worked, as he ran faster and faster, the surrounding buildings became gray afterimage.

But the mist still fell behind not too far away, and a voice like a poisonous snake whispered, as if it was right next to his ear, "I will kill you, I will eventually kill you, just like Darkness will eventually swallow up light."

"Don't even think about it!" Palmer yelled to the voice with a sudden burst of courage, "Whatever you are, get out of my world!"

The mist stopped the erosion's footsteps, and there were mixed laughing voices inside, and these voices finally merged into one. "I hope you will still have the courage to speak to me then."

Then, everything disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

"What's going on, calling me over in such a hurry?" Zatanna jumped in from the open window, "I think we can walk through the door next time," Constantine rolled in behind, "Me and Xiao They fit right together, so you actually just need to make a phone call."

He swayed to the side of the bed uncharacteristically, "Let me see what happened?"

"Don't worry about it," Zatanna looked at the calm child on the bed with a complicated expression, "Bruce, you really have an amazing son."

The author has something to say: Regarding the Easter egg, the Easter egg in Chapter 27 is Doctor Who, with a larger TARDIS inside than outside.

In the easter egg in the last picture, Clark praised Bruce's eyes because he remembered Palmer's conversation with Flashpoint's Ribs.Palmer had said back then that his dad had better eyes.

And, I still buried things in this chapter.Unexpectedly, hahahaha.