bat baby

Jing Mo spent half a month recuperating at home, and after a series of inspections, it was finally announced that Mo Mo's baby had turned back to the healthy baby it was before.

Everything was the same as before, except that Qin Changge found out that his tendons could not withstand the long and intense training.

Jing Mo can no longer practice martial arts, and even the previously strong and solid baby has become a puffy and hollow little child.

Mo Mo runs and jumps every day, and seems to be fine, but as soon as he has a good time, he will come back with a weak body and can't even move.

Baby Jingmo cried a lot because of this, but after knowing that he would no longer have to practice martial arts because of this, he laughed sadly during the video with Qin Changge.

"Uncle Chang Ge, I really want to continue learning swords." Jing Mo smiled with a regretful tone.

Qin Changge originally searched for medicine for Jingmo's body during this time, and wanted to recuperate Jingmo's body, but now seeing the little fat man like this, he almost laughed angrily: "If you want to learn martial arts so much, then you practice 10 times a day. Minutes."

Baby Jingmo's eyes widened, and he really cried: "Woo...I really like practicing martial arts, woo woo woo."

Fearing that Qin Changge would reach such a point, he dared not say that he didn't want to practice martial arts.

Bruce couldn't see it. He really didn't want to say that the child's advantages were inherited from himself like other fathers, and that the shortcomings were the child's mother's problem.

But at this moment, he had to think so.

Back then, for Gotham, he went to China to learn art from a teacher, and now looking at the little fat man who was extremely happy and sad, he really didn't see how to let him go...

Baby Jingmo didn't know that his father disliked him behind him, so he just hung up the communication crying, feeling bad all over.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." He lay down on the ground, weeping unrequitedly.

Ah Fu calmly walked past him with a small cake, without saying anything.

The little fat man awkwardly got up from the ground, wiped away his tears, and chased Ah Fu away.

Bruce hadn't thought of how to comfort his son, and he was speechless at the moment...

How could there be such a mutant in the Bat family?Look at Damian, it's definitely not my problem.

Bruce didn't figure it out until the night patrol.

After arresting the prisoner, it was rare that he did not disappear immediately, but hesitated for a while.

Commissioner Gordon thought that some troublesome criminals had appeared in Gotham again, and his heart skipped a beat: "What's wrong?"

Batman came back to his senses, startled by the trouble he almost blurted out just now: "No, it's nothing, I'm leaving."

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

Batman felt that he had changed. He seemed to be involved too much in his heart. He was no longer the Batman who put life and death aside.

He would be distracted after solving the criminals, thinking about how many of his youngest son's oral calculations could be correct today, wondering if his youngest son would pester Alfred to eat a few cookies, and worrying about his son's weight, he really drank water The little baby who grows meat...

"Tsk!" Unconsciously, he started to worry again, and Batman drove the Batmobile to the fastest speed impatiently.

After arriving home, sure enough, the little baby didn't get a few of the oral calculations right, so he pestered Alfred to eat two cookies.

Batman ignored his son's struggles and put him in this home. He didn't have it! He bought it recently! Weight! Weight! Equipment!

"You're getting fat." The ruthless Batman looked at the numbers on the scale and couldn't believe it: "I've only been away for 3 hours. You should be sleeping now, but you're getting fat?!"

Baby Jingmo clutched his belly guiltily, and lowered his head, not daring to look at his father's collapsed face.

Alfred came out to smooth things over: "Master Bruce, young master Jingmo is growing up now, so he will inevitably eat more. These things will be gone when he goes to the toilet tomorrow morning. Don't worry, I will urge him to brush his teeth."

Bruce couldn't believe it. This is because he said that according to parenting experts, babies should have a regular intake of oil, salt, protein and sugar every day, so that babies can stay healthy without gaining weight.

How did you change at night?

How about your undeniable determination when you restricted my cookies and forced me to drink milk?Are you still Batman's butler? !

Bruce announced indifferently: "Send Jingmo to kindergarten tomorrow."

Baby Jingmo looked at him ignorantly, and the crying that Bruce imagined did not appear.

"Kindergarten?" Because the Chinese and English pronunciations are different, Jingmo didn't understand the meaning, so he tilted his head blankly and repeated: "kindergarten?"

"Yes." Bruce nodded, not ignoring Jingmo's feelings because of his young age: "Are you willing to go?"

Jing Mo still didn't understand: "What?"

"Go to kindergarten, there are many children your age, you can play together, and there is afternoon snack."

The investigation is so clear, it can be seen that the conspiracy has been going on for a long time.

When Jing Mo heard that there were many children playing together, he became happy: "Okay, okay!"

He thought it was the same place as the Children's Castle.

Bruce is still very satisfied with his son's foolishness: "Then let's choose an English name, which is easy to call outside."

"Why?" Jing Mo was surprised.

"Because your name is not easy to pronounce, so we have to choose an easy-to-pronounce name."

Jingmo muttered his name several times, a little aggrieved: "Song Jingmo is easy to pronounce."

Bruce held his shoulders and looked directly at him: "The name is just a code name. Choosing an American-friendly name can help you make friends quickly."

Jing Mo also became stubborn: "I don't want it! I don't want friends who can't even pronounce my name!"

"Don't lose your temper!" Bruce was a little tired after returning from the night patrol, and his tone was also very bad at this time.

Jing Mo turned sideways aggrieved, got out of his father's hand, squatted on the ground and cried softly.

Bruce rubbed his temples: "Sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you."

He paused to calm down before speaking, trying to persuade his son: "Jingmo, you are in country M now, no one here will pronounce your name verbatim like we do, you have to adapt to life here, You can't be at home all the time, you need to get along with other kids. I'm not asking you to change your name, you just have another name."

Jing Mo stood up as if he had been stabbed, and jumped to his feet in anger: "I don't want it! I don't want it! My name is Song Jingmo! I don't want another name!"

Bruce is tough, he doesn't like people disobeying him, and at this moment his Batman side is revealed: "No, you go to kindergarten tomorrow, and your name is Asa."

"I don't want it! I don't want it!" Jing Mo blushed from crying: "I don't want it! I don't want it!"

Bruce's temples thumped angrily.

"I don't want it. If I change my name, my mother won't be able to find me!"

Jing Mo's words were like a basin of cold water, and the anger in Bruce's heart was extinguished directly. He thought that Jing Mo was young and hadn't looked for his mother for so long, so he must have forgotten her.

But oh, what kid forgets mom?