Bat family's cub is lost

Palmer, who was asleep, would not know what kind of short-lived Bruce had with Zatanna and Constantine about him, revolving around "parallel time and space travel", "bloodline", "ability" and "how to protect himself". conversation.

When he woke up, he just felt that he was very tired, as if he had run for a long time without sleep at night.He moved his hands and feet gently, so as not to wake up his father who was still sleeping next to him.

He must have been tired for a long time, which is why he has such heavy dark circles.Palmer thought sadly.

"Well, good morning son," Bruce rubbed his sleepy eyes, turned sideways, smiled and nodded Palmer's nose, "did you sleep well last night?"

"Not bad," Palmer rubbed the tip of his nose, shrinking his head shyly.

Bruce jokingly said: "I don't sleep well," he lifted the quilt to show the children his shirt, which was a mess of tears, "after all, there is a hairball that keeps crying, wipe the tears with my clothes, sleep It’s not stable at all tossing and turning.”

"I didn't do it on purpose," Palmer shyly pulled off the corners of the quilt and buried himself in it, leaving the tips of two red ears exposed.

Bruce poked his son who looked like a little turtle, teasing non-stop, but he was relieved in his heart.Being able to joke like this at least shows that what happened last night didn't bother him much, and the influence of what made him choke in his heart before has also weakened.

Palmer covered his head and showed his feet, and covered his feet and then his head came out. He was so teased that he hesitated under the quilt for a long time, sweating and tired.In the end, he just lifted the quilt, rolled it into a ball, and poked it with his father who was eager to play.

But Bruce doesn't do that.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

When Palmer poked his head out curiously after the long silence, he heard his father ask him this.At this time, his father looked strange and familiar. In the past, every time he did something wrong, his father would look at him like this.It's not harsh, but it will be clearly written in his eyes: I already know, you'd better not hide it from me.

Someday, Palmer thought, slowly stretching his limbs and getting up and sitting up.Looking into his father's eyes very seriously, he started talking about the first crossing, and talked about it until this time it just happened.From what he saw and heard, to his first kill, to the enemies he faced.

And some things, such as the contract with angels and demons, and the words brought to him by Bruce from the previous world, and many other subtleties, were unconsciously ignored in his self-righteous narration. .

"That's it." Palmer lowered his head, waiting for the final judgment of his father who had already sat up against the bed.The scene that was extremely scary, but when I actually faced it, my mood was much calmer than I imagined.

"So what do you think? Do you regret what you did?"

Palmer bit his lip, then shook his head fiercely, "I don't regret it."

"Even if you know killing is wrong?" Bruce lowered his voice.

Palmer shook his head, but shook his head resolutely, "I don't regret it. Even, if I do it again, I will still choose to pick up that gun and pull the trigger." He straightened his waist and clenched his teeth teeth.

"Life is a very heavy thing, maybe one day it will crush you." Bruce reached out and pressed his head and rubbed it vigorously. He screams "Don't try to use your control to control me to do that" and then insists on running to Bludhaven next door to pull up another Teen Titans dick.And when he first came to this home, he was full of fighting spirit, trying to surpass Dick in all aspects.

Although the way of expression is different, but without exception, they are stubborn, stubborn, and never look back after breaking through the south wall.Dick and Jason have already paid the price for this—there are large and small wounds on their bodies, and they are on the verge of death several times.Of course, so did he himself.

"Before I tell you about your punishment, is there anything else you want to say?"

Palmer thought about it, and there seemed to be only one thing left, "I want you to train me, I want to become stronger."

"Yes," this was what he had already planned.Bruce withdrew his hand from rubbing his head and dropped it on his shoulder, "Then my punishment for you is to keep in mind the feeling of life flowing from your hands, the weight of him, that's what you need to do for you Carrying something for a lifetime."

Palmer looked up at him in surprise, and said incoherently, "I thought, I thought—"

"Why?" Bruce glanced at him, sat on the edge of the bed and put on his slippers, "I don't reprimand you because you have realized your mistake, and you don't think killing people is a right thing." He said calmly : "And son, one day you will understand that this punishment is much heavier than you imagined."

"However, I thought Batman wouldn't kill, and didn't support killing."

"Yes, not only Batman doesn't support it, Bruce Wayne doesn't support it either." Bruce changed his crumpled clothes in the bathroom and poked his head out, "But I don't want to blame a child who wants to save himself at a critical moment , Why did he kill the bastard who wanted to drag the world along with him in the process of resistance."

He drilled back, and after a while bit his toothbrush and poked his head out again, "Obviously," he took the toothbrush out of his mouth, and said vaguely, "Your understanding of Batman is somewhat wrong, just like those who think Batman is a Like a vampire." He shrank back again, and after a while, the sound of rinsing mouth and water came from the bathroom.

Bruce came out with a towel, wiped his face, "Stop sitting on the bed, check the time, if you don't want Ah Fu to complain that we are going to sleep through lunch this time, maybe we only need to prepare dinner in the future." He raised his hand and knocked on the door frame next to him, "Hurry up and wash up and go downstairs."

Palmer, who was still a little dazed and staring at the development in front of him, lay down on the edge of the bed, and just thought about it in the morning when Bruce snapped the alarm clock on the floor, and screamed a little, it was past eleven o'clock!He had never lingered in bed so late before.He was in a hurry to find a change of clothes, but his legs were numb from sitting for too long. When he got out of bed, his legs were sore, and he fell on the carpet.

Alfred had already sorted out the newly purchased supplies and ingredients, shook off his apron, and was about to help his Master Bruce and Master Palmer prepare lunch.Perhaps it was because of the habit formed by long-term nighttime activities. Even after retirement, Master Bruce still followed the bad routine of getting up late and going to bed late. During breakfast time on weekdays, there were usually only him and Master Palmer at the table.But considering that Master Palmer slept with Master Bruce yesterday, he gave up his plan of making a hearty breakfast after careful consideration.It now looks like a prescient move.

As for why he didn't call Master Thomas to join Mrs. Martha, it was of course because Mrs. Martha really didn't want to see her son start to work hard again, so she just kept out of sight and out of mind.To catch the earliest flight, I decided to take my husband to find a warm and suitable island, and return after a few months of vacation, as if it were a honeymoon trip that was canceled due to the current situation.

Although, like this honeymoon trip, they have carried out no less than [-] times in the past ten years, and the duration ranges from one year to half a month.

Watching the butter melt in the pan while setting aside the veal to be fried.With the reflection of the kitchen utensils, Alfred saw Bruce coming down the stairs, "Master, you seem to be in a good mood."

"That's true, Fu," Bruce sat down in front of the bar, propped his forehead with one hand, and happily stirred the coffee in the cup, "It's a smooth father-son conversation, and things seem to be simpler than I imagined .”

"That's because you've grown up too, sir." Alfred put the steak into the pot, heard the sound of sizzling oil, and said casually: "After all, you won't do the same thing as before. Fighting against Master Dick like that, and being unable to confess to Master Jason what's on his mind."

"Please, Alfred," even Batman couldn't bear to be picked up, Bruce earnestly begged the old butler to stop mentioning the past that made him want to punch himself in the face at that time.To show his determination, he took a sip of his undrinked coffee, "You also said that it was all in the past, didn't you? I think we should pay more attention to the present."

Alfred snorted noncommittally, "So have you figured out the reason for last night's situation? I hope this time you won't explain it as a false alarm, or just a simple nightmare." He turned over the steak On the other hand, “Even if you’re a little more open than you’ve learned before, you still need to learn how to express your concerns.”

"Okay, I admit it," Bruce looked up at Palmer's room, which hadn't moved for a while, "but it doesn't let Palmer know that for a child, something is threatening his life all the time." Life is just too heavy for that.”

"So what are you going to do?" Alfred put the steak on the plate and looked up at Bruce.Bruce didn't answer, he looked at the water in the coffee cup that had calmed down and stopped swirling until it was no longer steaming, then he sighed and said: "Give him some training first, at least, try to avoid him Danger in a place I don't know and can't protect."

"Grandpa Alfred." When Alfred's meal was almost done, Palmer, who had already changed into a new home clothes, ran downstairs, blushing, and leaned next to him, trying to help some people who brought the plates and bowls Work.

Ah Fu kindly handed over some light work to him, looked at the sound of him running around with his short legs, and glanced at Bruce who was still sitting by the bar with a smile, full of condemnation.

But, instead of watching the kitchen blow itself up on the spot and blow up to the sky when Master Bruce stepped in, it's better to be like this.

Bruce, who was inexplicably condemned by the butler's gaze, was puzzled for a while.

The author has something to say: mainly to untie Palmer's knot.