Bat family's cub is lost

"What happened to you last time was just a fluke, because your enemies didn't take you seriously. But it doesn't mean that all enemies will be like this, they won't wait for you to think about how to play back with your hands and feet." Bat In the training room in Dongdong, the sound of sticks hitting the training robot has been constantly ringing from morning till night.

"Hurry up," Bruce tapped Palmer's leg in a defensive posture, staring at the robot's movements. "Don't make your feet look white."

Palmer's legs couldn't help shivering, and then he clenched the stick even harder.The high-load exercise makes the arms and legs heavy like lead, which brings great difficulties to both dodging and attacking.He gritted his teeth and resisted the stick chopped down by the robot. His tiger's mouth was numb, and before he could make another move, he was kicked and flew out by the robot.

"Get up," Bruce watched mercilessly, without any intention of intervening.Holding the short stick in his hand, he watched as Palmer struggled to get up on the ground several times but ended in failure and fell back to the ground heavily. He knocked on the protective wall, "I'll say it again, get up." The robot had already Approaching Palmer, he raised his weapon.

"Bang!" Palmer turned over to support the robot's attack, kicked his feet, and used his strength to distance himself from it, but his back hit the wall hard.He couldn't help snorting, feeling a little dazed.But he gets hurt, he stops in pain, the robot doesn't.Palmer gritted his teeth and rolled to the side, avoiding the robot's attack.Then he climbed up with the support of the stick on both hands and feet, blocked the robot's whip leg with his hand armor, took the opportunity to throw the stick in his hand, and slammed it hard on its waist.

The robot remained motionless after being hit, but Palmer fell forward because of too much force and his center of gravity was unstable, sending himself directly to the robot's fist.

"Okay, let's stop here for today." Bruce finally stopped, the robot's fist didn't hit the ground but it also added a bruise to the corner of Palmer's mouth. "Take a break." He took the towel hanging on the shelf and threw it to the panting Palmer, "don't delay the class for a while." Then he turned and left.

"It won't be delayed." Palmer's words inevitably touched the wound on the corner of his mouth. Palmer took a breath and pulled the shut down robot to stand up. While wiping the sweat from his head with a towel, he started Reflect on the mistakes you made in training.

Combat training [or anti-beating training] is followed by learning about the use of various equipment including hook guns, universal belts, etc., how to use any materials at hand for your own use, and how to maximize the role of equipment.

After dinner, there are many courses such as simple wound treatment and first aid measures, identification of animals and plants, and application of pharmacology. Two courses are taught in rotation every day.At the same time, in order to learn to remain vigilant at all times, Palmer also has to deal with various nighttime raids from time to time.

From the night he told his father that he wanted to become stronger, it has been the same until today.In order to enable Palmer to preserve his life to the maximum extent in the unknown future, Bruce almost used all kinds of knowledge to instill him with all kinds of knowledge.

"It feels far from my father's level," Palmer grinned and rubbed his stiff calf to relax the muscles as soon as possible. If he allowed himself to cope with tomorrow's training in this state, he would only be beaten.

Bruce, who had left a long time ago, stood behind the wall, watched his son stand there for a while, jumping on one leg, and then moving his joints for a while, looking like there was no major problem, he breathed a sigh of relief.Even though he knew his limits, he was still a little worried about whether Palmer would be able to handle such a heavy training.

"Master Bruce, it's almost time for dinner. I hope your training is over." When Alfred walked in with the newly purchased daily necessities, he saw his master sitting at the bar frowning There was a coffee cup in front of him that had already been drunk.

"You seem troubled. Is it because of Master Palmer?"

"Is it obvious, Alfred?" Bruce paused, hooking his hand on the coffee cup, got up and walked around to the coffee machine to pour himself another full cup of espresso, which he desperately needed to keep his head clear. "Okay, I have to breathe a sigh of relief. I'm under a lot of pressure to force Palmer to train like hell every day." He raised the coffee cup and drank it all in one breath, then put it on the bar counter .

This is not an unexpected answer, Alfred silently took out the things in the bag and put them in their proper places in the kitchen.He knew what Bruce needed wasn't reassurance, he just wanted someone to talk to.

"Sometimes I wonder if I have made his training too urgent. He is not as old as Dick and Jason, and he doesn't have the foundation like them." Bruce twitched his lips mockingly, " I began to feel a little ridiculous as a father who could only let his eight-year-old son undergo rigorous training to learn to protect himself."

His hand that was about to grab the coffee cup turned a corner under Ah Fu's calm gaze, and he opened the refrigerator next to him to take out the milk. "If there is a way to analyze the reason why he travels through the world in his dream, maybe we can intervene. For example, go with him, or simply eliminate this ability." But this is exactly what troubles him the most. No clue, can't even calculate when he activated it."

"You have to get used to it. Many things can be done if you don't want to do it." Alfred closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Just like before, every time I saw the tattered Batmobile and returned to the Batmobile I would feel like I had a heart attack every time I saw you in the hole and the batmobile in the same mess. I prayed countless times for God to keep you safe and save you from getting hurt, but it seemed to work Not big."

He cracked the eggs into the mixer, "When Gotham slowly became peaceful, I was very relieved and grateful, and prayed that this peace would last longer and better. But now, I have to do it for Master Palmer again." Continue to worry about it."

The machine was humming, "I'm not complaining. Master Bruce, I just want to tell you that parents can't always accompany their child to protect him from wind and rain." Alfred said calmly: "Think about it A better place, if you have been sitting in front of the monitor all night like this, monitoring Master Palmer's sleep. It won't take long before you will drive yourself crazy."

Bruce scratched his hair in frustration, "Okay, Fu, I knew I couldn't hide it from you. I know what you said, and I can feel that my mental state is not good. But just think that maybe Palmer will quietly I lost my life silently in my sleep, and I couldn't let myself lie peacefully on the bed."

"I can't stand—" He buried his hands in his palms, as if just imagining that scene took his breath away.Alfred wiped his hands on the apron, and patted Bruce on the shoulder lightly, a dignified atmosphere flowed between the two.

For the pain that may come at any time, any comfort is like deceiving yourself.

As the training progressed, Palmer's talents in computers, mechanical assembly and equipment manufacturing continued to emerge, which made Bruce very proud.At the reorganization meeting of the Justice League that he took time to attend, he also specially took a few of Palmer's design drawings and put them on the conference table, showing off to his old colleagues wordlessly.

But in contrast, it was Palmer's slow progress in fighting skills that gave Bruce a headache.Because of the lack of long-term basic training, in the first practice, Palmer always stumbled because of the problem of center of gravity.This made Bruce have to give up the idea of ​​letting him start some simple tricks directly, and start with the most basic physical fitness and footwork.

However, progress is still slow.

If Jason is used as the unit of measurement.The current Palmer's combat power is about equal to two Jasons when he first came to Wayne's house, or about half of one Jason who he allowed to participate in night operations as Robin.But if they really fought, Palmer would [-]% be defeated by the untrained Jason because of his lack of experience and inflexible moves.

In short, it's still too far off.

The author has something to say: Bruce's pressure mainly comes from the unknown.Fear of omissions in his own teaching about what Palmer will face, and fear of his inability to do anything.

Batman is not a god.