bat baby

The Gotham playboy was still a little dazed when he arrived at the airport.

Thinking of the four uneasy sons in the family, I couldn't help but have a headache, and I couldn't think about what kind of character this son had.

Song Jingmo was carried out of the airport by his mother, his little heart was full of apprehension, he had a premonition that he would never see his mother again.

Drowsiness eats into the brain of a young child after a long flight under the gentle pat of his mother.

The son's steady breathing hit his neck, and he held back his tears with the end of pine smoke, and walked out of the airport with firm steps.

From a distance, I saw the man who was always the most eye-catching in the crowd.

"Bruce." The pine smoke powder lightly parted the bloodless lips.

"cigarette."

Tears welled up at the end of the smoke, and she patted the child in her arms to make him sleep more peacefully: "Bruce, I really can't do anything this time, sorry Bruce."

Song Yanchen got into Bruce's car: "No need to drive, I bought a return ticket."

She sent the sleeping child in her arms to Bruce: "Aren't you going to hug him?"

Bruce refused in his heart, but looking at the woman's haggard face, he couldn't refuse.

Bruce Playboy Batman Wayne, has never touched such a soft thing, he almost maintained a posture with his whole body stiff.

The small, chubby boy in his arms moved uncomfortably, his small rose petal-like mouth muttered, as if he had eaten his favorite food, and the little dimples on his face were almost sweet to people's hearts.

"His name is Song Jingmo. He is three years old this year. This is Momo's growing up video. You can watch it to get to know him better. He likes to eat sweets, so don't let him eat too much. Everyone is fast, but don’t change.” Speaking of his son’s careful machine, Songyan showed a loving smile on his face, “He is afraid of the dark, he listens to stories before going to bed, and doesn’t like to drink water. Don’t worry about not being able to communicate with him, he speaks English. It’s the same as your mother tongue, he can understand you when you speak English, if he says he doesn’t understand, he must be pretending to be stupid. He is a boy, so he can’t help but be a bit naughty. By the way, he is afraid of injections. If he is sick, take him to get an injection. You will definitely cry, and you must not be soft-hearted. He will hide when he is lonely and afraid, if you find him from the cabinet, please hug him and kiss him."

Covering her mouth with pine smoke, she swallowed all her reluctance: "Finally, I hope you don't change your baby's nationality... Let this be my mother's last request."

Bruce lowered his eyes and answered, "Okay."

Song Yanmo lowered his head and gently branded a kiss on the child's face: "Farewell, baby."

"This is my mailbox. I told him to send me an email if he misses me, and I will leave it to you."

Bruce looked at the back of the woman gradually going away, feeling mixed in his heart.

"It's really..." He even expected that he would not wear a child seat.

Looking at the little meatball sleeping peacefully in the child seat, Bruce had a headache.

"Ah Fu, clean up a children's room and call Dick and the others back."

Song Jingmo woke up halfway through Bruce's drive.

Her big moist eyes looked at the stranger in front of her without blinking.

"I'm your father." Bruce was cold on the face, but panicked in his heart, for fear that he would cry.

"Where's Mom?" The little milk's voice trembled, with a faint cry.

"Your mother is gone."

Song Jingmo pursed his lips, and suppressed his crying "Oh".

I am a good baby, I have to listen to my mother, follow my father to be good, I don't cry, I don't cry.

but……

"So, when will mom pick me up?"

"I do not know either."

Song Jingmo sucked his nose and shed a tear, but quickly wiped it away.

"Here, get out of the car."

Bruce parked the car, completely unaware that the meaty little gnocchi was different from Damian, the car was a bit tall for him.

"Daddy, give me a hug." The fleshy little hands were raised high.

Bruce was momentarily taken aback.

To be honest, this kid didn't look like him at all, but after the DNA test was done on the road just now, Bruce looked at the freshly released report and was silent.

Seeing the obvious intimacy in his son's clear and moist eyes, Gotham's frightening Dark Knight Batman sighed, and suddenly felt that a son like Damian was pretty good.

Reluctantly picked up the little meat dumpling, subconsciously squeezed the fleshy little buttocks and thighs with both hands, making them soft.

"Father." When the three children saw Bruce enter the door, they all stood up and said hello.

"Is this?" Dick asked, looking at the child in his father's arms.

"Master Bruce, is this the young master Jingmo?" Alfred came up to meet him, looking at the child who was completely different from the previous four young masters, he stretched out his hand expectantly to hug him.

Bruce handed the child over and introduced: "This is Alfred, you can call him Alfred."

Jing Mo stretched out his hand obediently: "Grandpa Fu." The little milk's voice was exceptionally obedient.

"He is your younger brother, Song Jingmo, three years old."

It was the first time to see such a small and soft child, and Dick, as the eldest brother, was extremely excited.

But Damian expressed his displeasure: "Is he the new Robin? Looks weak."

"Hey! Devil boy, what are you talking about?!" Dick was the first to protest.

As an older brother, God knows how much he wants a little brother who can act like a baby and be cute.

Song Jingmo looked at the noisy appearance of the other brothers, and he was a little envious of the only child who had been the only child before.

"brother"

Dick's heart almost melted, and he rushed forward: "Yes, yes, I am the eldest brother. You also have a brother who is running away from home. This is Tim, and this is Damian."

Song Jingmo obediently called people one by one: "Hello big brother, hello third brother, hello fourth brother."

Although one, three, and fourbrother are a bit strange, they understand the meaning.

"Ah Fu, can I give you a hug?" Dick rubbed his hands together.

"Master Dick, I have to ask Master Jingmo." Song Jingmo was very kind to Ah Fu's words of Jingmo.

"Jingmo, can I hug you?" Although the pronunciation was a bit strange, Song Jingmo still extended his hand generously: "Hug."

The soft touch in his arms made Dick breathe lightly, as if he was afraid of blowing the fragile baby away.

Damian looked at the baby's furry head, and his hands were about to move.

Seeing the "joyful" appearance of his sons, Bruce let out a sigh of relief.

"That's great, Master Bruce." Ah Fu was very pleased.

Although the previous young masters were also very good, as an old man, Alfred still looked forward to the arrival of a soft and cute child.

Because he knew that neither Master Bruce nor the young masters could refuse a soft little life.

Jingmo Baobao with affinity MAX quickly captured the hearts of the three brothers.

Song Yanmo knew that Bruce had four sons, so she prepared many gifts.

But Jing Mo still scared everyone.

"Mo Mo, where did this come from?" Damian's pupils shrank instantly.

Jing Mo tilted his head, not understanding why his brother reacted in this way, it is very common to store mustard seeds.

"It's a gift for my brother. Mother will take it, and the baby will take it if it is heavy." The three-year-old baby is not very expressive.

"No, brother is asking, where did you get the gift?" Dick glanced at Bruce, who was on guard, and asked Jing Mo cautiously.

"Space seeds, brother don't you have any?" Baby Jingmo understood, his eyes were full of pity, brother is so pitiful, he doesn't even have space seeds.

As he spoke, he took out five small jade pendants from his bracelet: "Give it to brother, father and grandfather."

Dick took the jade pendant carefully: "This is the space mustard you mentioned."

Jing Mo nodded.

Damian and Tim took over and observed curiously: "How do I use this?"

"Think, put it in, take it out."

"Put it in" Tim tried it.

The apple in his hand was gone.

"take it out."

With a "crash", Yu Peili dropped out a lot of candies.

Jing Mo trembled, and carefully looked at his father who was studying the jade pendant with his head down. With a "shua", the candies all over the floor disappeared in an instant.

Jing Mo was dumbfounded, wondering who took his candy away, bowed his head in aggrieved, closed himself.

Gotham Knight Batman smiled coldly: "Your mother said to strictly control your sugar intake."

Like a kitten, Jing Mo clawed at his cold old father's pants and cried, "Dad, please, leave me a piece QAQ"

Tim felt extremely guilty looking at his little brother's pitiful appearance.

Jingmo Baobao, who was coldly rejected by his old father, was completely grayed out, and there was nothing to love.

Brother Tim took advantage of the moment his father turned around and gave the little brother a cookie made by Alfred.

Seeing his younger brother squinting in satisfaction, Dick and Damian, who were preempted, were very angry.

"Okay, gentlemen, it's time for us to sleep."

Unknowingly, it was already late at night, and Baby Jingmo, who had been jet-lagged by his mother a month ago, couldn't open his eyes anymore, but he still grabbed his father's clothes: "Dad, tell a story."

The three Robins who didn't go far immediately hid at the door of the new brother.

"NO, boy, you've grown up."

The drowsiness and the fear of leaving my mother broke the embankment at the moment of being rejected by my father.

"Woooooo! I want my mother! Woohoo!"

The grim Batman showed weakness with a headache: "Okay, okay, I'll tell."

But it is obviously not possible now, why did you go there earlier?If you are told to talk but you don’t talk, people still don’t listen to it now.

"Woo woo woo mom!"

The three Robins at the door covered their mouths and smiled gloatingly.

In the end, Ah Fu took over the crying young master.

"Leave it to me, Master Bruce."

Jingmo was slowly walking in the manor in the arms of Ah Fu, and was patted on the back. The kind grandfather told the story of Gotham Knight Batman in a soft voice.

Jing Mo sobbed aggrievedly, and it didn't take long for Grandpa Ah Fu's shoulders to be soaked.

Ah Fu patted the young master's back, and a wide palm could cover Jingmo's entire back.

The warm palm is like a quilt that has been tanned by the sun, warming to the bottom of my heart.

Batman came back from Night Watch and Alfred greeted him.

"The young master is already asleep, Master Bruce, you should also take a rest."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you, Fu."