Bat family's cub is lost

It has to be said that there is nothing more difficult than convincing a stubborn old man.

Fortunately, at a critical juncture, Palmer found a strong evidence of self-certification, a bedtime story from Bruce's father.

A story about a little boy who fell into a cave, "The boy asked his father: 'Why are you whispering?' The father replied—"

"Because I don't want to frighten the bat." Thomas immediately added, he let go of his hand, and squatted down eagerly to examine Palmer's appearance carefully, "So you are really Bruce's son?"

His eager action touched Palmer's wound, and he couldn't help grinning his teeth and taking a breath, "But I probably come from a parallel world." Even after being treated badly, Palmer still couldn't bear it Breaking his expectations, "That is to say, my dad and your son, they may not be the same person, I mean—"

"I see, it's okay," Thomas wrapped his arms around Palmer's legs, carried him to the bed, and silently walked to the cabinet with bottles and jars to look for the necessary wound medicine. "Is he doing well, I mean your father, has he had three sons? Is he married?"

"Should not be bad?" Palmer thought for a while and replied: "Ah Fu always said that Dad is much more relaxed than before I was born, but he should not be married, at least I don't know. Also, Dad is very rich, I'm doing what I can to hopefully change Gotham."

The joy when talking about the family is enough to drive away the pain, Palmer's eyes sparkled, "Brother Jason inherited Dad's ambition, he wants to be an outstanding politician and change Gotham fundamentally and legally. Brother Dick is now It's a police officer who works at the police station in Bludhaven and looks super cool in his uniform."

"What about you?" Thomas walked back with the wound medicine, painkiller spray and gauze, "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know either." Palmer was a little distressed, but quickly smiled again, "But I'm still young, and my father said that I just need to work hard to enrich myself now, so that what I want to do in the future will not be restricted by myself." limit."

"Your father is right." Thomas opened the wound medicine and dipped it with a cotton swab. "Tilt your head."

"Is that so?" Palmer obediently tilted his head to the side, and the next moment the cotton swab was attached, he couldn't help shivering.

"Does it hurt?" Thomas moved his hand away.Even though he always bit something when he was dealing with the wound, and then poured the whole bottle directly on his body.But, come on, he's dealing with a child, and it's his grandson, so it's not too much to treat fragile porcelain.

"Fortunately, it's cool." Of course it hurts a little, and the wound medicine inevitably contains some alcohol.Palmer changed the subject, "You're Daddy's Daddy, so should I call you Grandpa?"

"If you want to," Thomas replied flatly, and if Palmer hadn't felt the quiver of the cotton swab pressed against the wound, he would probably have been deceived.

Palmer was medicated and bandaged, and every bruise was sprayed with painkiller spray. "Okay," Thomas clapped his hands and stood up, picking up the helmet that was set aside, "This place is not suitable for you, you must go back immediately. I will find a way, and you will stay here during this time."

"Grandpa," Palmer called suddenly, and Thomas stopped where he was.

"Maybe I don't know when I'll sleep and wake up and I'll be home." Palmer said sincerely, "Can you tell me a story about you and Daddy? We can exchange stories. Daddy never I haven't talked about my grandparents, although I don't know what happened, but he must miss them very much, just like I started missing my family when I left home."

"Don't pin your hopes on illusory things," Thomas walked over angrily, "It's wartime, people are dying every moment, if you just rely on luck, maybe you won't be able to wait to go home at all. "

But he was quickly defeated by Palmer's pure gaze, "Sorry."

"It's nothing, I know you're worried about me."

"Not only this, but also the previous incident," he pulled the chair and sat down in front of Palmer, rubbing his temples with a headache, "I should say sorry to you, since things have gotten worse, I started to overreact a little bit."

"If you're talking about this, then you don't need to apologize." Thomas looked up in surprise, and Palmer said with a smile: "As grandpa said, there is a war outside, right? People are dying every day, no matter how vigilant you are. Not too much."

Thomas smiled wryly and reached out to rub his head, but stopped when he saw the injuries on his face and neck, "Bruce taught you very well, as a father, he is far more competent than me. "

"Maybe my father also thinks that you are actually more competent than him." Palmer waved his hand, "My lord always likes to be humble in some weird places, I'm used to it, there's really nothing you can do about it."

Thomas couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and hooked his nose, "Little brat."

Thomas no longer insisted on telling Palmer to leave as soon as possible. He tried some methods within the conditions but failed. In the end, he had to admit that maybe this matter really depends on the timing.But he still didn't allow Palmer to take half a step out of the base. Now that the battle situation is becoming more and more chaotic, there is really no room for him to be lucky.

Palmer didn't care, and smiled every day to help Thomas deal with the wound, help him sort out some brought back things, or occasionally learn some self-defense skills from Grandpa Thomas.

Most of the time, he never caused trouble to others, and holding one of the books piled on the bookshelf in the cave was enough for him to play for a whole day.

Thomas did not know how to get down the big bed in the master bedroom of the Wayne Manor above, slightly modified it, and added some simple materials to create a simple bedroom. When he is alone, these aspects only need to meet the basic needs of life. needs, but children will not grow tall if they don't sleep well.

At night, under the dim light, the grandpa and grandson will tell the stories around them, just like a ritual before going to bed.Palmer talked about the fight between him and Brother Jason for the last piece of cookie today. "In the end, none of us got it. Dad said he was going to be a referee, but he just stuffed the cookie into his mouth."

He is still angry when he talks about it." Then he said," he imitated Bruce's voice, "kids don't eat too much sweets, I'm teaching you, be careful when you get into a fight People who peep from the side from time to time, otherwise it is easy to hurt both sides and take advantage of others. For example, me." It doesn't sound like it at all, but it is too cute.

"Then he's really outrageous." Thomas stroked the child's hair and said with a smile: "When you go back, maybe you can tell him that teaching doesn't mean you can grab food with your own children, just say it's what grandpa said How about it?"

"awesome!"

Listening to Palmer's breathing gradually stabilized, Thomas, who had been pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes.He looked at the child's sleeping face with a tenderness that he couldn't even imagine.

Look carefully, this child is really similar to Bruce when he was a child. When he saw him, he would have the illusion that his little Bruce was still alive, and they were living the normal warm life between father and son.But that's just an illusion.

The truth is, his life had already ended when he lost his son and wife one after another.After that, the rest of my life is like a walking dead, only atonement is left, for the cowardly self at the beginning.

Thomas rolled over and got out of bed, opened the curtain and walked to the workbench, on which were some materials he had collected and semi-finished weapons. "Martha," he picked up the photo frame on the side, and caressed his wife's face on it. "If you see this child, you will feel happy too."

I don't know if Martha is happy or not, but Barry Allen feels terrible now.Maybe Reverse Lightning did something again, in short, he suddenly found that his world was messed up.

Without The Flash, without superheroes, the whole world has been dragged into chaos, and a little peace seems so far away.The only surprise is probably that his mother is still alive in this world, and will come to the police station where he works to wait for him to go home for dinner.

So, what to do if you are unresolved [something can't be solved], why not go to an alliance consultant who always has a solution?Barry felt that there was probably nothing in the world that Batman couldn't handle.

But, hell.

Looking at the dilapidated manor in front of him, which probably hadn't been taken care of for a long time, he wondered if he had found the right place. "Bruce? Alfred?" Barry yelled as he walked in. There was a robbery here, and there were broken things everywhere.

"Stop! Just stop there and don't move!"

"Hey, it's me, Barry Allen." Barry raised his hand, he had to raise his hand, a little red dot was aiming at his vitals.

"I've never heard of it," the voice continued. "So what are you doing here? Honestly, the purpose!"

"Uh, I just want to figure out what's going on," Barry eagerly tried to explain. "The world has changed. Everything is different. Arthur and Diana are starting World War III."

"Wait," Barry stopped suddenly. He quickly turned over the fallen table, jumped up the stairs on the second floor, and then managed to find the speaker who hadn't had time to escape behind the decorative shield on the corridor railing. , "Seriously? An imp?"

Palmer shook the infrared light and the voice changer in his hand and smiled mischievously, "Hi."

"So now it's time for me to ask the question," Barry said, akimbo, "who are you and why are you here?"

"No," before Barry could dodge, the sudden fist had already thrown him out, and pulled him back when he smashed through the railing and was about to fall, and threw him heavily on the corridor. "The questions he asked you, you'd better be honest and clear."

It wasn't until Barry saw that the person who was throwing his fist was wearing his familiar Batman suit, and he raised his hand to cover his face, "Wait, Bruce, you must remember me, I'm Barry Allen!"

"I've never heard of it," Thomas' fist was about to come down.

"Wait, Grandpa," Palmer ran over on short legs, "I think he may know something, and from what he said just now, he may also come from another world." It can be seen that he has put on a serious look , but still more cute.

grandfather?Barry's eyes widened, as if he had hallucinations.It wasn't obvious just now that the kid looked like a shrunken version of Bruce.So this Batman is Bruce's grandpa?

No matter how many times he said it, he still wanted to say it again, what the hell is going on in this world! ! !