Bat family's cub is lost

"Why are you crying?" The kid who was soothed by everyone was sobbing with red eyes and tears hanging from his eyelashes, looking pitiful.Facing such a cute little one, who can make up his mind to ask him why he is crying?

So one push, two, two, three, and poor Bruce was pushed out to face Palmer.

"I went to another world, where there are different fathers and brothers, and Ah Fu is also different, I thought I would never come back," Palmer choked up slightly, and said inconsequentially, "I also saw Brother Jason died, but he came back to life."

"That's right," Bruce knelt down in front of Palmer, looked him in the eyes, and thought about his words, "It was just a dream, don't you see that we are all here? We will always be with you .”

He raised his hand, "Dad can swear to you that you didn't go anywhere last night, and you have been lying on the bed obediently. You can ask Ah Fu to verify this. He is always worried and will go to see if you have Push the quilt."

"Is that so? Grandpa Alfred?" Palmer looked at Alfred with tears in his eyes, and Alfred took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, "Of course, Master Palmer, I want you to promise."

So it was all just a dream?Palmer still has doubts.

After washing and changing, Jason picked up Palmer from the stool and threw it on the sofa, "Don't think about it, do you want to hear about my escape?"

"I think!" Palmer nodded in agreement, and all doubts were thrown away in an instant.

"You know, I participated in the school's exchange student program, and I was waiting with the team to board the plane on the day I was kidnapped. The person who kidnapped me stunned me with a gun, and when I woke up, I was no longer in Gotham. Don't guess where I was sent?"

"Where?" Palmer asked extremely cooperatively.

"Middle East, that hellish place where wars are reported all day long in the news." Jason grinned, "It's very, very chaotic, and gang fights are routine operations. It seems that the people who kidnapped me were involved in two parties because they were not familiar with the reason for the site change." In the crossfire of forces."

"Then are you okay?"

I squeezed the child's round face, "Of course it's fine. As an important hostage, I was hidden in the cellar. Although the quality of that cellar always made me feel that a fat person walking on it would crush the roof of the cellar, but now Looks like I'm lucky. You see, apart from being a little disgraced, I'm unharmed."

Dick looked around the corner, "Hey, Bruce, are you going to let him make this up?"

"It's no harm to distract Palmer's attention." Bruce leaned against the wall and closed his eyes and fell asleep. Of course, the specific things would not be as easy as Jason said. Can make him say goodbye to this world.

There is another thing he is thinking about now, the Batman that Palmer said he saw, and the Justice League and Superman he heard about.He had been Batman, but had ceased his nocturnal activity before Palmer could remember, and he would not have known it.

If this can also be explained by the Gotham legend, why does he feel familiar with the latter, which has never appeared before?

Bruce tapped his fingers on the wall unconsciously. It seemed that this matter needed to be investigated.

Palmer played games with Dick and Jason in the afternoon, and was once again dismissed because his fingers were too short to reach the buttons.Angrily, he stayed in front of the screen with a puffy face, insisting on the principle of losing together, trying to drag both brothers into trouble.

However, even without looking at the game screen, Dick and Jason still relied on their superb skills to pass the level perfectly, and successfully turned Palmer into a puffer fish, and took away most of their cookie share. Have a meeting, Bruce's father who has worked so hard.

Even though being comforted was just a dream, that experience still had some impact on Palmer, making him extra clingy today, and extra fond of using his willful rights.

"I can't play any more." Bruce picked up the kid who was sitting on the blanket building blocks, and cast a helpless look. "It's already ten o'clock, and it's bedtime now. You still have class tomorrow, don't you?"

"Okay." Palmer wrapped his arms around Bruce's neck and planted a milky kiss on his face, "Good night, Dad."

"Good night, I wish you a sweet dream today."

"I didn't have a good dream at all!" Palmer, who fell asleep hugging the bat puppet, looked at the unfamiliar scene around him, and almost cried out. Dad lied, and he didn't have a good dream at all, and what happened before was definitely not the same Dream!

Judging from the surrounding environment, it looks like it's in a crypt, maybe it's the kind of crypt Brother Jason mentioned?The simple chandelier obviously couldn't illuminate the entire cave, and most of the places were still hidden in darkness.

With a cursory glance, Palmer saw some huge bookshelves, machinery that didn't understand its use, an operating table, and an operating table full of buttons. Next to it was an extremely simple bed, and there was a photo frame on the small table beside the bed. .

"This is?" Palmer picked up the photo frame. On it was a group photo of a family of three, a beautiful mother, a handsome father, and a child who looked a bit like himself?

"Who's there!" A sudden shout made Palmer jump, and he looked around in a panic. There was no place to hide in the simple cave, but the footsteps were getting closer.

He ducked down and hid under the bed, shrunk to the innermost side, and pressed against the wall. A huge black shadow came in from the cave entrance and landed on the wall.Palmer's heart was beating like a drum, time was running out, and the photo frame was still in his arms.

"Get out!" the man shouted again.

Can't see me, can't see me.Palmer closed his eyes nervously and said silently over and over in his heart, let's go, let's go, don't find me.

"Damn it!" The man slammed the table hard, and Palmer's heart jumped. In fact, he almost jumped up, if it wasn't for lying on the ground for too long and his legs were numb.

In order to keep himself from making a sound, Palmer bit his hand tightly, even though he was trembling with fright from the movement outside, he didn't dare to make a sound until the man's feet stopped in front of the bed.

The result of being too nervous is extreme, as if you can hear the silence of the sound of blood flowing.

"I caught you." The man suddenly bent down and looked under the bed, with pointed ears and red eyes, he looked fierce.He was dressed more like the legendary vampire bat.

Aim at the muzzle of the black hole under the bed together.

Palmer finally couldn't help bouncing up on the spot, the back of his head hit the bed with a "boom", hugged in pain and couldn't help crying. "I, I didn't mean to break in, sorry, Mr. Batman, I really didn't mean to."

The man stretched out his hand and grabbed the child under the bed, "Bruce? No, you're not Bruce," he raised his gun again, pointing the muzzle to Palmer's forehead, and asked viciously, "Who are you? A group of guys, or spies sent by those women?"

"I'm Palmer Wayne, if you mean Bruce Wayne, he's my father." The face of the child who had been lying under the bed for a long time was covered with ashes, and the big eyes full of tears were like a pool of clear springs The blue was bright, "I suddenly appeared here while I was asleep," Palmer shrank his neck while looking at the muzzle of the gun, "Can you, don't kill me."

"Prove your word."

"How can I prove it?" For Palmer, the relationship between father and son seems to be a matter of course. Why do we need to prove it?He blinked blankly, "Look?"

"not enough."

"Last name?"

"Not enough." The man pushed the muzzle of the gun forward, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Tell me something about Bruce that you know."

"Father was raised by Grandpa Afu, and I have two older brothers, Dick and Jason—"

The man kicked the table hard, the harsh sound interrupted Palmer's words, his eyes widened in shock, like a frightened rabbit.The man stretched out his hand to grab his neck, and pressed him against the wall, "FUCK*****, don't fool me with these made-up things, if you can't come up with something more reliable, even if you** *Just a brat, I promise to blow your head off too!"

"Then tell yourself how you want to prove it," Palmer said more and more aggrieved, tears fell down and fell on the man's gauntlet that strangled his neck, "I'm just a child, How can you know so much about adults, I don't even know how much money my family has."

While talking, he didn't know where the fierceness came from. He stared at the man before the tears dried up, and struggled desperately. While trying to break the shackles of his hands, he flopped his short legs and tried to kick him. .

"Let go of me, or kill me directly if you have the ability, my father will definitely avenge me and send you to prison!"

The man frowned and lifted him a little farther away, subconsciously exerting a little force on his hand.Palmer suddenly felt out of breath, his little face was flushed, "Dad—" before he lost consciousness, he murmured in a daze, and it fell into the man's ear, and he let go of his hand as if he wanted to be burned.

"Cough, cough, cough" Palmer fell to the ground and coughed violently while covering his throat, breathing in fresh air hastily.

"No matter who sent you here, it seems that he didn't tell you not to try to provoke someone you can't beat. The aggressive method or other things are useless here."

The man picked up the photo frame that fell on the floor, wiped off the dust with his hand, and then put the photo frame on the console beside him. "Where is your home, go home quickly. Don't get involved in this war, it's not something you, a child, can get involved in."

"War?" Palmer's voice was a little hoarse after hurting his throat, "Is there a war going on here?"

"You don't know?" The man squinted his eyes again and looked at the child carefully, "The war between the guys living in the underwater Atlantis and the Amazon women in Paradise Island, they fought In the dark, almost every human being is being affected, don't you know?"

"I don't know, there is no war in my world, and I have never heard of people in the water and Amazons."

The man snorted coldly, "You can say whatever you want, you liar."

"How do I get home?" Palmer supported the bed and stood up with all his strength. His neck was bruised and purple, and he looked even thinner and pitiful. "Do you know where Wayne Manor is?"

"Of course," the man stopped and grabbed his gun again, "It seems that we can't just let you go."

He took off his helmet, and with his gray hair and wrinkles on his face, he could still vaguely see the appearance of the father in the photo, "It's right up here, Wayne Manor. And I'm the owner there, Thomas Wayne."

"Do you know why I don't believe you? Because I saw him die in front of me. Bruce is already dead." Thomas pushed Palmer to the ground again and lifted his arm, "So now, tell Where did you hear this, or I would break your bones joint by joint."