Bat family's cub is lost

"Master Jason, you're awake." Alfred pushed the cart into the Batcave. There were clothes and some mild food in the cart.

Jason sat in the treatment Yili with his upper body bare, staring dumbfounded at the bat computer that was broadcasting the news.To be honest, this is a bit too dreamy. Bruce stands on the stage facing many media and reprimands some evil forces for digging his son's grave and stealing the body?Are you serious?

"I don't think you need to rub your eyes anymore. It's true." Jason had just been checked, and apart from a slight concussion, not-so-serious abrasions, lack of oxygen, and malnutrition, there was no major problem.

But who is saying that there is a problem, that the elders think you still have problems?Regardless of Jason's request, Ah Fu, who helped him get dressed, helped him out of the treatment cabin. "Master Bruce has been on the sidelines since you came back, until the test results came out a few hours ago."

Ah Fu visited Shuo Shang one by one with the prepared food, and placed Jason at the table to prepare. There were a lot of napkins and tableware, which was perfect. "You know, the master is always bad at expressing his emotions."

"I know, that, Ah Fu, I have a question," Jason finally found a chance to interject from the meticulous care of the housekeeper's grandpa. "Why does Bruce know I'm there? I mean, it's kind of weird, isn't it, whether it's going to visit a grave on a non-special day, or dig a grave?"

"Well, let's start with another interesting thing. It's better for you to find out later." The old butler smiled and raised the jug in his hand, "Would you like another glass of milk?"

"No, forget it." Jason showed resistance.

He moved his hands and feet, turned his neck, and the bones made a crackling sound, "I feel like I'm rusted all over."

"It will be fine."

Just as he was talking, Bruce walked in hurriedly.He was still wearing the clothes he had seen on TV before, and he presumably came straight here as soon as he got home.

"Hi, old man," Jason waved at him, "Long time no see?"

Bruce stopped three steps away, "I hope you have really learned from this mistake, after all, not every time there is a chance of death and resurrection."

On, how to make the atmosphere stiff, and how to kill the chat with one sentence.

Fortunately, Ah Fu was still there, "Master Bruce and Master Jason, I don't think this is a good place to chat. How about going to the sofa on the top to chat, I think the cookies should be out of the oven."

The top of the Wayne family's food chain, the ultimate existence that controls everyone's stomachs.

"Of course Ah Fu, listen to you."

Before getting out of the elevator, Jason smelled the sweet smell from the cookies, and suddenly felt that he should be able to stuff his stomach with more food after eating.He couldn't help but poked his head to look, but he met Bruce's gaze, he snorted coldly, and the two turned their heads uncomfortably.

"Grandpa Fu, it's done!" The child's voice came from the direction of the kitchen.

Jason firing a death ray at Bruce - what happened?Picked up another child?I'm not dead yet, are you going to change Robin?What's the matter with you Bruce?

The short-handed and short-legged Palmer child staggered out of the kitchen with a large baking tray, tripped over the carpet, and was about to fall.Jason hurried up, grabbed the child with one hand, and took the tray with the other, "Be careful."

"Thank you brother," Palmer dimpled at Jason, causing Jason to swallow the second half of the sentence back into his stomach.

"It's nothing." On the surface, as if nothing had happened, he frantically poked Bruce on the opposite side, trying to figure out what's going on with this little brat, Robin?It's also a bit too small.

These days, Bruce has collected Palmer's hair and blood samples for testing. From the current results, it can be concluded that there is a certain problem with his genes, which leads to slow growth. He looks like six or seven years old when he is more than eight years old. Same.At present, I can only hope that he will not be like a short-legged horse with short hands and legs all his life.

But he obviously can't discuss these with Jason here.

Palmer, who was likened to a pony, jumped onto the sofa, blinked his eyes and obediently waited for the next thing.Ah Fu stood behind the sofa he was sitting on, "I think, now we can start."

Jason didn't have so many worries. He first asked, "What's the matter with this child?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself," Palmer rushed to answer, he stretched out his hand to Jason, and said with a smile, "I'm Palmer Wayne, from another world, nice to meet you, Jay Brother Sen No. [-]."

What the hell is number one? Jason seems to be a handshake machine that has gone offline, and Palmer shakes it with his hand. "Why number one?"

"Because there is also a brother Jason in my world, and the main body is not numbered, so you are number one." Palmer said solemnly.

Bruce added, "Thanks, Jason, he's the one who found you alive." Better not.

Fortunately, Palmer has fully ordered the interpretation skills, "No need for Xie Bruce, I helped Jason in this world, and I hope someone in my world can help my brother." Jason said, "Actually, he wanted to thank you, but he couldn't open his mouth when you were here."

"He is very grateful that I found you alive so that he would not miss the reunion with you."

is that so?Jason shot Bruce a suspicious look.

Bruce coughed twice as if nothing had happened, and said sternly, "That doesn't mean you don't have to thank you." Well, it's no different from admitting it.Jason immediately felt better, "Thank you then, brat." He also pinched Palmer's face, which was chubby and felt good.

Bruce is giving Alfred the look, and then they're bound to talk about clowns and those nighttime careers.From their previous relationship, they could already tell that Palmer didn't know anything about his family's nighttime activities, so is it really appropriate to keep him here?

He hesitated to speak, and again hesitated to speak, but soon he would not have to worry about this issue.

Because Jason started the conversation first, "Bruce, that woman—" Jason was talking about the woman who got him into the Joker's hands, his mother, of course Bruce knew.

He stopped the topic impatiently, "She should stay in prison now and receive the punishment she deserves. Even if it wasn't because of you, what she did is enough to send herself to prison."

"Okay, I'm just asking," Jason shrugged in relief, and then the topic inevitably turned, "So clown, I hope you won't tell me that he's still staying in the place where he can come and go as he pleases." Akamri."

But Bruce's face made him uncontrollably anxious, "Wait, he won't really stay in there intact, will he?"

"You know that Arkham's security is useless to him, he killed so many people, and he killed me!" Jason stood up, he was almost furious, "You know, he separated us! I thought you would do something for me, I thought I would be the last to die, but now you tell me that he is still alive and ready to kill more people?"

Bruce also stood up angrily, "Enough Jason! No one has the right to decide the life and death of others, even me. And this time, it was all because of your gullibility, impulsiveness, and recklessness, and you never even thought about it. Why didn't I tell you about something that even you can find out!"

Both barrels ignited sparks, only to explode with a bang, causing both losers.

"What are they talking about?" Palmer raised his head with confusion on his face and asked Ah Fu behind him in a low voice. "What's a clown? The balloon guy in the park? Sounds like he killed a lot of people, so he's a serial killer?"

Ah Fu bent down and explained patiently, "The costume looks very similar, but it is much scarier than the clowns in the park. If I insist on describing it, it is probably a guy who kills people indiscriminately because of his own mental illness."

"That's really troublesome," Palmer sighed like a grown-up, "Gotham doesn't have the death penalty, and the general laws don't apply to people with mental problems. If you insist on execution, there will be a A lot of people come out to bluff in the name of human rights protection, and my dad always has a headache because of this."

"Then what do you think should be done?"

Palmer thought for a while, "I don't know either. But my brother Jason has decided to take the political route. With the help of Brother Dick's connections and the financial support of Dad, Brother Jason's grades are good, maybe To be able to get into the top political levels of the country and push for changes in the law."

He squeezed his soft arms and legs in distress, "I want to help too, but they always say that children don't care about adults, let me play while I go."

There seemed to be no movement between Bruce and Jason. Palmer turned his head, looked at them and blinked, "Go ahead, don't worry about me, I'm accompanied by Grandpa Afu."

Oh, that goes on.

Jason and Bruce looked at each other in blank dismay, and continued to be a ghost, and they couldn't quarrel at all.

Discouraged, Jason sat back on the sofa. Jason couldn't help but dragged the kid over there, and rubbed his head viciously [just looking super fierce], "Since you know that adults don't care about children, why don't you What are you doing sitting here for fun?"

Palmer snatched back his fluffy head that was rubbed by Jason, and he was not angry, and said softly: "Because my family members always make twists and turns in what they say, and they can't make it to the point, why not?" What about children. At that time, Ah Fu and I were always acting as commentators, so I thought it was the same here.”

"Just like Bruce No. [-] was super worried about you impulsively doing something stupid again, and he was annoyed why he didn't make it clear to you earlier, but he said it like a quarrel."

Bruce's face darkened, and Jason almost laughed out loud.

The old God Palmer talked about him again, "Jason No. [-], you are too. You are obviously much older than me, but you are still acting like a baby with your father. But no matter how spoiled you are, you can't ask your father to help you kill someone, Bruce One." No. is just an ordinary rich man, and you are making things difficult for him on purpose."

Ordinary Bruce: Smile.jpg That's right, I'm just an ordinary rich man.

Jason: Forced to act like a baby, I don't want to laugh, thank you.