bat baby

Early the next morning, the energetic baby Jingmo drank the milk obediently under Alfred's gratifying eyes.

"Grandpa Fu, where's Dad?"

"Master, Master Bruce hasn't gotten up yet."

Jing Mo's eyes lit up, and he tiptoed expectantly: "Then can I go and wake Dad up?"

"Alright young master, let's go together."

Jing Mo followed Ah Fu into Bruce's room: "Dad."

Jing Mo pawed beside Bruce's bed, kicking and kicking his calves, trying to climb onto the bed.

"Dad is up."

Bruce woke up the moment Ah Fu opened the door, listening to his younger son's energetic voice.

Suddenly the bad-hearted father closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. When the little son climbed halfway, he lifted the chubby baby up with a "wow".

"Ah!" Jing Mo laughed with a "giggle".

The father and son had had enough fun, and Jing Mo pressed a kiss on the old father's face: "Good morning, Dad."

Bruce's heart melted. He felt that he didn't think much of himself now. If someone told him that he would fight with his son in bed in the morning, he probably would have locked him in Arkham.

"You go out and wait for me first." Put the younger son down on the bed.

The well-behaved baby Jingmo who was sitting at the dining table greeted Damian like a happy bird when he saw him.

"Good morning, brother." He also pressed a kiss.

Damian almost wanted to hide this cutie in his schoolbag and take it away.

Damian Rua, who also kissed back, brushed his brother's soft hair.

"Brother, where are you going?" Jing Mo followed behind Damian.

Ah Fu picked up Baby Jingmo: "Master Damian is going to school."

Damian looked at his brother's reluctant eyes and sighed: "Although I don't need to study elementary school courses for a long time, my father thinks that I still have to go to school."

Jing Mo held his brother's hand and raised his head: "Brother, can I see you off?"

Damian looked at Ah Fu.

The kind old man smiled: "Of course."

Sitting in the car with my brother, the old housekeeper smiled gratifiedly when he saw the two brothers playing harmoniously from the rearview mirror.

Of course, the so-called rapprochement is Damian's rubbing and stroking of Jingmo, and Jingmo "giggled" and avoided it with a smile when his brother touched itchy flesh.

Damian's school will arrive soon, and Jingmo reluctantly lays on the car window and waves to his brother.

Seeing his younger brother's disfigured fleshy face, Damian took out his phone and took a picture and sent it to Dick.

Dick, who was far away in Bludhaven, burst his coffee cup angrily.

"Alright, Young Master Jingmo, we are going back."

Jing Mo lay on the car window, looking at all kinds of things in Gotham.

"Grandpa Fu! Big monster."

Ah Fu drove the car and took a look: "That is the characteristic building of the gargoyle Gotham."

Jing Mo let out a "wow": "Auntie said that the folk customs are simple and honest, and there are many talents in Gotham City. Arkham. Grandpa Afu, where is Arkham?"

The corner of Ah Fu's mouth twitched, and he had no choice but to hear this sentence. If Batman heard this sentence, he would probably beat the person who said it until hemiplegia and throw him into Arkham.

"Young master, don't say this sentence again, especially don't say it in front of your father."

Jing Mo tilted his head in doubt, but obediently agreed: "I know Grandpa A Fu."

Seeing the young master's innocence, Ah Fu sighed in his heart, what happened to the young master's mother to make up his mind to send such a cute young master to Gotham?

When he got home, Ah Fu carried Jing Mo out of the car: "Is the young master hungry?"

Jing Mo rubbed his belly: "I'm not hungry. Grandpa Ah Fu, let's play peek-a-boo, shall we?"

Ah Fu's heart was melted into a pool of water by this little milk voice: "Okay, young master."

"I've hidden it!" Jing Mo shouted.

"Then here I come, young master."

Ah Fu looked at the child who was hiding behind the curtain and showed a small buttocks, and tried his best to suppress the upturned mouth, and walked over as if he didn't see it: "Young master, where are you?"

Jing Mo smiled and rolled his eyes, "Hey hey hey" He covered his mouth after laughing, his big eyes peeped out from behind the curtain.

Seeing Ah Fu walk by, he smiled triumphantly with dimples.

It seems that Grandpa Ah Fu is not good at hide-and-seek like mother. The considerate baby Jingmo kindly exposed his little feet from behind the curtain.

This time Grandpa Fu found him.

Even if he "released the water", the excitement of being found made Jingmo very happy.

But Grandpa Ah Fu has his own job, so Baby Jingmo has to pile up blocks by himself in the empty room.

By the time Ah Fu finished his work and came to look for Baby Jingmo, he had fallen asleep pitifully lying on the carpet with the little ball in his arms.

"Young master, Ah Fu will hug you and sleep in your room."

When Bruce came back, Ah Fu had just settled down the Jingmo baby, smelling the smell of blood in the air and sighed helplessly: "Master Bruce."

Clark Kent immediately put down his work after receiving the notice from his teammates and boss and rushed from the Metropolis to Gotham.

"B. What's up"

Bruce leaned on the sofa gracefully, took a sip of the red wine glass in his hand: "Of course I have an exclusive news for you."

As a reporter with professionalism, Clark took out a pen and paper in the blink of an eye and looked at the boss expectantly with bright eyes.

"I have another son."

Clark thought that Bruce had adopted another child, so his expression didn't change at all, and he looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say more information.

Bruce is the brain of the Justice League. He knows what his teammate is thinking without looking at it. His sexy bright red lips draw a vicious arc: "My own son, he has done a paternity test."

Even Superman was a little dumbfounded at this time.

Unlike Damian's time, when Bruce explained what happened between him and Damian's mother, this time there was only one sentence

The pen in Superman's hand fell off without holding it, and then he was quick to catch it back: "B"

Bruce stood up: "That's it."

Clark felt that he had many questions. As a reporter, he could ask these questions, but as a teammate, he couldn't ask them anyway.

Bad-hearted Batman loves to entangle this god among men.

"Okay, it's okay, you can get out of my Gotham."

But, obviously, no matter how bad-hearted Bruce was, he never expected his youngest son to appear directly in front of his teammates.

Jing Mo, who had just woken up from sleep, rubbed his eyes with his fleshy little hands, looked around and did not see his mother, so his little mouth immediately curled up.

After sobbing twice, I realized that my mother still didn't show up, and then I remembered that I was with my father.

Realizing that no one will be around to take care of him at all times like his mother, the young child slumped down on the bed by himself.

During the process, he didn't hold the quilt firmly and fell directly from the bed.

Fortunately, there was a thick carpet on the floor, but the baby who was already sleepy felt extremely wronged.

When I saw my father when I went out, my little mouth curled up, my moist eyes were full of tears, and my little hand was raised high: "Daddy, hug me."

Clark felt that the world was a bit unreal. He looked at the little meat dumpling, and then at his teammates with cold faces, feeling that his brain was not enough.

It's not uncommon to see the soft and cute baby Clark, but it would be strange if it belonged to Batman's family.