Bat family's cub is lost

"Palmer, I've told you many times." Bruce, who was staring at the monitor as soon as he got home from the Justice League, once again caught Palmer who was reading a book under the covers with a small flashlight. silent.He simply turned on the light, pulled over the chair and sat down beside the bed. "I thought the daily training was enough for you to be so tired that you fell asleep as soon as you hit the bed."

"It was true at the beginning, but now it's more because of exhaustion, so my whole body hurts, and I can't sleep because of the pain." Palmer closed the book and sat up wrapped in the quilt. The Wayne family is a rare sight. "I can't sleep anyway, can't I?" He blinked, "So I want to read more books, review and preview what I have learned."

But Bruce wouldn't believe his words. He crossed his arms and examined his obedient son - his hand was constantly rubbing the pages of the book.Then, calmly said: "You should know that your lies are not wise."

Palmer's eyes widened for a moment, and he lowered his head in frustration, "I'm sorry, I lied. I just thought that if I didn't sleep, I wouldn't be inexplicably going to another world." He then Once said: "I'm sorry, Dad."

It's true, but there's still something to hide.

Bruce sighed, and his posture was loose, "My impatience affected you." As time went by, the Justice League and Palmer's affairs all piled up together, and there was little progress.In fact, he couldn't help but be impatient. "Just take a good rest," he still said verbally, "I'm impatient about work, which has nothing to do with you. I already have some ideas about your traveling through parallel worlds, and the only difference is the time for testing. You don’t have to be afraid, just follow the training step by step.”

"But I don't want to do this." Palmer moved to the side of the bed and looked up at him. "My melee combat level has never improved. Long-range shooting does not rely on equipment assistance, so it can only be hit. Level. So I want to learn more and become better." His eyes sparkled, "If I can be so good that I can live a good life no matter what, then Dad won't have to worry about me so much."

Bruce suddenly didn't know what to say, so he simply remained silent.He was silent for a while, reached out and rubbed Palmer's head, and took away the book he had left aside.He walked to the door and turned back, took the book and tapped Palmer who was huddled in the bed and looked at him eagerly, "Stay up late, double the training tomorrow."

Turning off the light, walking out of the room, leaning against the railing of the corridor, Bruce smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's my son's turn to comfort me." God, he should take a break too.Since there is no way to prevent Palmer from traveling, it might be a way to lock the parallel universe he went to and then find a way to open the door of time and space.

Bruce: Although it is said to take a break, I have already listed four initial plans in my mind, and I am ready to expand to the number of the entire alphabet.

On the second day, Palmer got his wish and experienced the joy of twice the amount of training. He was so tired that he couldn't stand up, and was helped by Bruce to relax, while humming in a low voice to ensure that he would never dare to stay up late again.

Dick and Jason were also called back.Dick was okay, Jason stabbed Bruce first as soon as they met.Originally, the plan to let the two older ones practice duels with the little ones to gain practical combat experience had to be postponed and turned into a duel between Bruce and Jason. Palmer applauded and watched with bright eyes while Dick muttered in a low voice and acted as a commentator.

Soon, Dick, who was on the sidelines as a commentator, was dragged down by Jason, who thought he was annoying. The fight between the two turned into a three-person melee, and it was unclear who was fighting whom.

"Okay, be honest." Bruce took advantage of Dick being disturbed by Jason's movements, and punched Dick on the head, knocking him to the ground.Then he supported Jason's kicked leg with his backhand, pulled it hard, and added an elbow, knocking him to the ground as well. "You two still have some practice," he smiled, taking advantage of the beatings of his two sons, and rubbed their heads each.

Bruce clapped his hands and stood up, picked up the towel put aside to wipe his sweat and said, "Palmer, it's your turn."

No one answered.

"Palmer?" He looked at the chair outside, and the kid curled up on the chair and fell asleep at some point.

Dick shook his dizzy head from being hit by Bruce, and stood up, "You'll catch a cold if you sleep there."

"Old man, why did you remember to train Palmer?" Jason sat cross-legged on the ground angrily, "I remember your previous plan was not to teach him some simple self-defense skills when he was eleven or twelve. Peace, without Arkham and not so much mess."

"Could something have happened again?" Dick lowered his face and asked anxiously seeing Bruce's expressionless expression, "Hey, Bruce, don't tell me your answer this time is still don't bother, don't ask. Under investigation." He grabbed Bruce by the shoulder and forced him to face himself, "I've had enough of you! Palmer is also our brother, and we have a right to know what's wrong with him!"

Bruce paused as he wiped his hands, his eyes wandered to the sleeping Palmer, "Don't talk about it here."

In fact, some things always give people no time to prepare.

"Now we are on the brink of a war that could destroy the entire planet. I, we, sit by because of the law and the will of the people."

"The will of the people? Ha, it's all their fault, isn't it? Foolish and blind people. But soon, they'll pay for it. Burn," he said grandly. "Burn out."

Palmer, who suddenly appeared in this room for some reason, hid behind the curtains, watching Superman argue and quarrel with the bald-headed man who was talking nonsense.He tightly covered his mouth and nose, for fear of making a little movement to attract the attention of a guy with super hearing.

"You're just a mad dog right now?" Superman sounded calmer.

But his enemy continued to provoke, "Are you threatening me? But this mad dog still has teeth." He opened the drawer. Palmer couldn't see what was inside, but he could see him smug. face. "You can't stop me except by killing me, because you are a hero only if there are bad guys, and you need me."

"You like the people cheering you on, they adore you, they trust you. I know you, it's not the law or the will of the people that keeps you from doing anything, it's just because you want to be a hero, you don't want to destroy yourself hero image."

These words made Palmer, who had never met him before, feel his teeth itch. If he could, he would probably rush over and give him two punches.

Why not?Palmer's eyes lit up, Superman was there, wasn't he?When he punched the bald head hard, Superman certainly wouldn't let him get hurt.

"I do like being a hero," Superman said, looking down, and then he saw a kid rushing out of the corner, between him and Luthor.

"It's not like that!" Palmer glared at Luthor with a super fierce look, "The difference between you is only a good guy and a bad guy, but being bad enough is not a weapon you can use to bully a good guy." He looked at it secretly Glancing at Superman, he plucked up his courage and continued: "The ones who imprison you are ordinary people, the ones who judge you are ordinary people, and the ones who release you are also ordinary people, but you blame all the reasons on the captors. There is no such thing in the world." reason!"

"A kid who came out of nowhere," Luther narrowed his eyes, and moved his finger to the red button of the device, "but it's nothing, kids are always naive idealists, but soon, wait When you see a perfect heaven, you can understand what reality is."

"Bah," Palmer puffed his face, "don't say it as if you are the only one who knows the sufferings of the world. There are many poor, disabled, and suffering people in this world. There is only one reason why you have come to where you are today." , that is greed, your endless greed and the greed of officials who only care about their immediate interests!"

While he was saying this, he secretly used his ability in his heart, hoping that something would appear on the man's head, and then knock him unconscious with a "bang", ending the confrontation.

"Huh?" His eyes were suddenly enveloped in red. Palmer looked up and saw Superman standing in front of him, with a red cape covering him. "Good opportunity," Palmer closed his eyes excitedly, and continued to mutter in his heart under the cover of Superman, "just like in the last world when he dragged Uncle Martian Manhunter to escape, smashing all the things on the next display shelf On that bald head."

So after finally making up his mind, Superman, who was about to end all this, saw a sudden hole above Luther's head.A large pile of things fell down in a rush, knocking him unconscious to the ground.

He was so shocked that even the heat rays turned cold.

Superman walked over to check on Luther's situation. Although a hole was punched in the head and it looked like a lot of blood, it was not life-threatening. "Who are you? Did you do this?" He looked at Palmer, who looked away a little guilty.

"I just, just wanted to knock him out." Palmer touched his nose, "I didn't mean to." He said sullenly.

Downstairs, Batman and Wonder Woman take down all the guards.

"Do you smell something?" Batman sniffled, looking up to the room above.

It's the smell of blood.The heroine thought of something, her face was startled.The two rushed into Luther's office one after the other, and immediately saw Luther lying in a pool of blood behind the desk.

"Hera," Wonder Woman clenched her fists in shock.She walked quickly to Superman by the window, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay," Superman turned around with a complex expression.

Batman looked around, but found no trace of Superman using his abilities.There are also those ornaments that have moved strangely and piled up on Luther's body.The whole scene is full of violations.

But no matter what, “someone has to do it.”

Batman suddenly felt someone tug on his cloak, he lowered his head, and unexpectedly met a child's eyes.

"Yes, I think so too," Palmer said in a low voice, tugging on Batman's cape, "So why don't you guys discuss who will call a doctor for that person, I'm afraid that if he continues to bleed like this, it will be really serious." die."

The author has something to say: I am very happy to persecute Luther every day.Now everyone is in the world of Lord Lords, I wish you a happy trip.

And, have you noticed that Palmer's time travel is becoming more and more irregular?

I used to sleep at night, but now I can wear it while lying on a chair in broad daylight.

Also, did he really fall asleep on his own?