bat baby

"Forget it." Bruce suddenly became depressed: "Ah Fu, take Jingmo back to the room to rest."

Alfred stepped forward to pick up Jing Mo and went back to the room.

"Young master, why do you say such things?" Ah Fu asked.

Jing Mo didn't understand, he felt that he had been cheated, and his father simply didn't like him and treated him so fiercely.

Ah Fu sighed, recalling that there were still some relics of Master Thomas and Mrs. Martha at home that had not been put away.

They all thought Jing Mo was lying.

Ah Fu came to the study after coaxing Jingmo to sleep.

Sure enough, Master Bruce was drinking.

Jing Mo woke up startled in his sleep. When he woke up, he found that there was no one around him, and all kinds of grievances came to his heart.

I packed my schoolbag and left home.

No one in the entire manor expected that the young master, who should be sleeping at this moment, would leave home.

Gotham in the early morning is not peaceful.

The little child was crying while walking with his little schoolbag on his back, and he didn't know how there was so much water in his little body.

"Hey! Brat, shut up!" A voice sounded from an alley not far away.

Jing Mo curled his lips aggrieved when he heard the words: "But my eyes really want to cry."

"Hey! Why do your eyes want to cry, you are very noisy."

Jing Mo sniffed his nose, and apologized obediently: "I'm sorry."

The voice didn't seem to know how to answer the words, and paused for a while: "It's okay, I forgive you."

He asked again, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Hearing this, Jing Mo's nose turned sour, and tears welled up again: "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, I ran away from home."

Someone talked to him, and he seemed to have a sense of security. He lifted his little foot and walked in the direction of the sound.

Penguin was bruised and swollen by Batman, and he hid to recuperate his wounds, but by a blessing in disguise, he escaped Batman, who couldn't find his son and troubled the jailbreaker, and successfully escaped a severe beating.

Under the illumination of the street lamp, Baby Jingmo looked at the strange uncle with a bruised nose and swollen face: "Uncle, you are bleeding."

The Penguin didn't expect him to come, and it was too late to hide at this moment. Hearing what the baby said, he touched the corner of his mouth unconsciously, but the wound on his arm was involved, and his painful face twisted.

Baby Jingmo lay on the ground without being too dirty, with distressed eyes and worry on his face, he whispered to him twice: "Uncle, are you still in pain? The baby won't hurt if you blow it on."

He took out another piece of candy from the bag, peeled off the wrapper, and handed it to Penguin's mouth: "Uncle, if you eat candy, it won't hurt anymore."

Penguin ate the candy viciously, and said duplicity: "Liar."

Jing Mo was anxious and turned around: "But when Mo Mo gets an injection, eating candy doesn't hurt any more."

The penguin was in pain all over, and he couldn't help venting his grievances on an innocent child: "You just got an injection! Did you see my arm? It's broken!"

Jing Mo's big tears fell and landed on the penguin's broken arm: "Uncle, you go to the hospital, mom said, you need to go to the hospital if you are injured."

He saw the other party's bleeding wound, and instinctively covered it with his hands.

Penguin couldn't stop him, and the area covered by Jingmo's palm was numb and itchy.

Taking his hand away, Jing Mo happily told him, "Uncle, the blood is gone."

The penguin looked at his arm in shock, the fracture was not healed, the wound was still there, but the bleeding had stopped.

He thought he would die due to excessive blood loss, and the wound didn't look like it had stopped bleeding, but the blood really stopped.

While Penguin was thinking, Jing Mo had already touched the bleeding place all over his body with his little hand.

"Are you a mutant?" Penguin asked.

Jing Mo tilted his head, not understanding why his uncle asked, "No, Mo Mo is a half-demon."

The Penguin put it another way: "Is this your ability?"

Jing Mo smiled and nodded: "Yes, Mo Mo can stop bleeding, Mo Mo is very powerful."

"Yeah, it's amazing." Penguin smiled, thinking quickly about how to use this child.

Gotham, it's normal for a baby or two to disappear late at night, isn't it?

The next day, the old butler's panicked voice came from Wayne Manor: "Master Bruce! The young master is gone! I searched the whole manor and couldn't find him."

Bruce immediately went to check the surveillance, and found that Jing Mo left the manor by himself at three o'clock in the morning.

He seemed to be talking to someone as he left.

Bruce turned on his voice.

"I'm very angry, my father is fierce to me." In the picture, Jing Mo looked at the open space, as if someone was talking to him there.

"But it hurts so much when my father caught me! I don't like my father anymore, I want to find my mother by myself."

"Grandma, go and spank Dad."

"Really? Dad secretly took cookies and ate them under the quilt when he was a child?"

Ah Fu raised his hand and swore: "I never told the young master about this."

Bruce had an unbelievable guess in his mind.

But the most urgent thing is to find Jingmo first.

Jing Mo and Penguin became good friends. Although Jing Mo can only stop the bleeding, he has medicine.

"Grandpa Huaishu gave me the pill. Once I broke my knee, and I was healed immediately after taking this." Jing Mo rummaged through his pocket for a long time before he found such a bitten pill.

Penguin really disliked him, but after Jingmo's miraculous experience of stopping bleeding with his bare hands, he chose to believe in this strange child.

Swallowing the pill in one gulp, Penguin felt a warm current in his body spread from his throat to his whole body.

Seeing the wounds on his body heal slowly, the broken arm grew back numbly.

If it weren't for the penguin who quickly connected his arms straight, he would have been disabled for a long time.

He pressed the new flesh that grew out: "Hey, kid, do you still have this medicine?"

Jing Mo emptied out everything in the bag and searched for it, then shook his head regretfully: "There is nothing left."

I felt so guilty that I didn't seem to be helping my new friend.

Although Penguin is sorry, this kind of benefit is for nothing after all, so it is hard to say anything at this moment.

Jing Mo clutched his stomach: "My belly is growling."

Penguin squinted at him, and Jing Mo looked at him innocently.

After a while, the Penguin surrendered: "Okay, I got it!"

As the sun rises, Jingmo and Penguin sit on a gargoyle stone sculpture in Gotham and eat sandwiches.

Penguin planned a comeback in his heart, and Jing Mo was very happy shaking his calf.

"I'm not going home." Suddenly Jing Mo said so.

The penguin was interrupted, and said dissatisfiedly: "I didn't tell you to go home!"

Jing Mo raised his head and looked at him innocently: "I'm talking to my grandparents."

The Penguin thought the child was sick, so he ignored him and just talked to himself. Does Arkham still lack lunatics who talk to themselves?

"Father hates me, I don't like him anymore." The little baby is very sensitive to the emotions of adults, he can feel that his father was really angry yesterday and wanted to hit him like that.

"They don't even believe me." Jing Mo said more and more aggrieved, holding the sandwich and crying.

Penguin can't stand it anymore, is this a dual personality?

"Little devil, are you full yet?"

Jing Mo thought that his new friend was not full, so he handed him the sandwich he took two bites of: "You eat, uncle."

The Penguin was a little moved, and he was shaken in his mind to lock up the child and stop the bleeding on the black market.