bat baby

Because the devil's target is Jingmo, the Dean brothers returned to Gotham with them.

Avengers wanted to help, but Bruce refused: "This is our own business."

Just like he always refuses people from Zhenglian to come to Gotham.

Bruce, who also loves cars, compliments Dean's Chevrolet: "She's beautiful."

Dean was very proud: "Of course, she is the most beautiful."

(After all, she is the heroine of spn, can she not be beautiful?)

Reciprocity: "Your car is not bad, either."

Bruce nodded reservedly: "I modified it myself."

Jing Mo has already woken up, and his big eyes are looking at Dean, making him flustered.

The way the baby cried was deeply etched in his mind, and Jingmo at this moment was like a scourge.

The scourge showed a big smile at him, and Dean took a step back subconsciously.

Jingmo seemed to have found a new way to play, he tentatively walked towards Dean.

Dean stepped back step by step, and Sam stood aside with his arms folded as if he was watching the excitement, with the corners of his mouth raised. It's been a long time since he saw his brother so lively.

Seeing Dean's "scared" look, Jing Mo was even more happy, and raised his two chubby hands with claws and claws, threatening "Aww!"

After chasing Dean for two laps, Dean fell on purpose, and Jing Mo jumped on him, lying on his chest and "giggling".

Dean felt a warm, soft feeling in his chest that seemed to spread all the way to his heart.

Jingmo and Dean's "brother" had a great time. Ah Fu prepared dinner and called them at the door: "Young master, two Mr. Winchesters, dinner is ready."

Dean lifted the baby lying in his arms and wanted to get up, but the lazier baby reached out for him to hug.

"hug."

Dean sighed, facing those big watery eyes, he really couldn't refuse.

Dean entered the manor with Jingmo in his arms, and the poor brothers were stunned by the scene before them.

Resplendent and magnificent, is this a manor? !This is a palace, right? !

"I thought Batman didn't like such exaggerated decorations." Dean pulled the corner of his mouth stiffly.

Bruce sat on the main seat and said calmly: "Batman is just one of my identities, and at the same time, I am also the master of the Wayne family."

Dean and Sam nodded, you have money, you are right in everything you say.

The two brothers took a few mouthfuls, and Dean started to make "di-di" noises.

Dean and Sam frowned at the same time.

Bruce wiped his mouth: "What's wrong?"

Sam looked around: "There are ghosts in your manor."

Dean grabbed the seasoned salt on the table, and faintly shielded everyone behind him.

Bruce's hand was slowly clenched, and he suddenly thought of the grandparents that Jingmo had mentioned before. The reason why he didn't mention this during this period of time was because he had too many worries on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was too timid to be close to his hometown.

He wasn't sure if he could face his parents who had been dead for many years. Did they keep the way they were when they died?

He once heard that the soul is lingering in the world, and if the wish is fulfilled, it will leave, so he pretended not to know, watching Jing Mo's sudden "talking to himself".

Tony Stark told him that Jingmo had a magical little wooden sign, and he could see the dead with that wooden sign.

Bruce had seen the wooden sign more than once, and he had even come close to touching it several times.

But he was timid, huh! As Batman, he was timid, and the criminals in Arkham would laugh out loud.

Now he suddenly found that he seemed to have no way out, and the rapid "didi" sound of the machine gradually synchronized with his heartbeat.

"Here we come!" Dean looked at the pointer on the machine, determined the position, and was about to sprinkle the salt in his hand.

"No!" Bruce's heart skipped a beat, he even thought he had shouted.

Jing Mo ran to Dean's side at a speed that didn't belong to his round body, and hugged Dean's leg: "Brother Dean, don't hit grandpa and grandma."

Dean couldn't see the old Wayne couple, so he could only use the help of the machine. At this time, Jingmo was holding his leg tightly, and he couldn't be violent to a baby.

"That's my grandparents, Brother Dean, don't bully them, okay?" Jing Mo raised his head, and in front of everyone who couldn't see, the Wayne couple yelled at each other.

It's gratifying, unlike their son, who clearly knew they were still there, but deliberately pretended not to know. If Mo Mo hadn't reacted quickly, they would probably have seen his son lose his mind by now.

"Master Bruce." Old Afu said worriedly: "Master Bruce, it's not a long-term solution for you to escape like this. You have to face what you have to face."

Bruce took a deep breath and stood up.

Jing Mo looked back and saw his father walking towards him. The shadow of being yelled at by his father for talking about his grandparents was still in his heart. He shrank and hid behind Dean, only showing a pair of big black eyes and looking at his father timidly.

"Give me the wooden sign." Bruce's voice was low, hoarse and indifferent even without a voice changer.

Jing Mo hid himself in Dean's shadow, and after a while, a fleshy little hand stretched out.

The moment Bruce took the mahogany card, he saw the stranger he was most familiar with.

Tears flashed in his eyes, then disappeared, and he walked to the study alone in silence.

The old Wayne couple clearly followed.

Dean and Sam looked at the communication between the father and son in puzzlement, and the old housekeeper quickly explained with a smile.

"Our young master Jingmo is from the Hua Kingdom, and he has a gadget that can make people see hell. The ones you monitored just now should be my master and wife. It's all right now, you two continue to eat."

Dean had a big heart, thinking that if the master said it was fine, it would be fine. As for that damned gadget, he really wanted to see it.

But after all, it is someone else's stuff, and the other party is still a child, so forget it, the gadgets I made myself are also very useful.

Bruce stayed in the study for a long time, so long that Jing Mo fell asleep.

A Fu took the wooden sign handed over by the young master, and his eyes turned red instantly: "Master Thomas, Mrs. Martha."

The old Wayne and his wife chatted with Alfred for a long time, without any words of thanks. After all, although Alfred is a housekeeper in name, he is already a family member, and blood and identity are not obstacles to family affection.

Finally, Mrs. Martha branded a kiss on the cheek of her little grandson, and said softly: "Goodbye, baby."

Sleeping Jing Mo opened his small mouth halfway and spit out a bubble.

The old Wayne couple entered heaven under the eyes of Bruce and Alfred.

Dean and Sam, who were standing at the corner, sighed after the machine stopped running. I don't know if they were envious or really relieved.

This kind of soul that has stayed in the world for a long time will always become an evil spirit for one reason or another. To be honest, they are really afraid that the old Wayne couple will become evil spirits.

"Okay, let's go to bed too." Dean stretched.

"Two gentlemen, wait a minute." Ah Fu quickly walked a few steps to catch up.

"what happened?"

Ah Fu stretched out his hand: "Master Jing Mo ordered this to be given to you two."

Dean raised his eyebrows: "Sorry we can't have it."

Old Ah Fu smiled: "Don't worry, this is really given to you by Master Jingmo. The master said that it is useless for him to hold this kind of wooden sign. Our young master has yin and yang eyes, so we don't need this kind of thing anymore. "

Ah Fu didn't say that this was carved by Jing Mo himself when he was learning talismans, and the complicated patterns he saw were actually crooked lines carved because of his lack of strength.

Bruce asked Yan Zi about this in private when Jing Mo proposed to give the wooden sign to Dean.

Because Yanzi has no important identity, his communication number is not a one-off.

Yanzi looked at the wooden sign with an expression of not being able to bear to look directly at it, and knew how bad Jingmo's engraving was.

But thinking of Jing Mo's proud face saying: "This is my most precious treasure, give it to Brother Dean." Bruce couldn't bear to expose him.

Dean always felt that he would not have children who would like it. He pointed to his nose in disbelief at this moment: "Give it to me?"

Alfred nodded.

Dean took the wooden sign and couldn't wait to go out and try it.

Sam smiled and looked at his brother's joyful look, and suddenly wondered, it wasn't him bragging, in terms of affinity, he couldn't compare with others, but his brother was still good, why did Young Master Wayne like Dean so much?

If Ah Fu knew what the young man with a gentle smile in front of him was thinking, he might have told him: "Maybe this is the gap between the scumbag and the top student."

Dean planned to go out alone at night to experiment with wooden signs, but he went back as soon as he left the manor.

There is no need to experiment, the most indispensable thing in this wilderness is the soul.

Sam didn't believe in evil, and went out with the wooden sign, and came back within 2 minutes, and returned the wooden sign to his brother with a smile: "It's for you, keep it."

As expected of coming from a big country with a profound heritage, it is really extraordinary. I have hunted and participated in demon hunting for so many years, and I can see that there are not as many souls as there are today.

Before going to bed, Dean put the wooden sign in his bag and put it far away, but he didn't close the bag, so he could get it soon.

It was the first time I slept so well, it wasn't the smell of a motel's hard wooden bed, damp bedding and various smells.

The fragrance of money and the softness of the bed...

Dean slept until 9 o'clock in the morning, and Jing Mo had already done his homework under the supervision of his grandpa the housekeeper.

To be honest, although there is such a thing as early education, even Bruce had to learn a lot more than Jing Mo when he was a child, but Bruce really thinks that doing an oral calculation every day is of no use.

But the reason why he insisted on letting his son do an oral calculation every day was because of his sad face and the rare quiet time every day.

There are 10 questions in oral calculation. If he is left alone, he can be in a daze for a whole day.

At this time Sam finished washing and came out to have breakfast.

The old butler laid out the delicious breakfast: "The master is teaching the young master in the study, this is the breakfast for the two gentlemen." It didn't say that the others had finished eating, this was the butler's unique gentleness.

"Teaching?" Sam bit the bread and wondered, "Isn't Asa only three years old?"

Old Ah Fu smiled playfully: "This is the order of the young master's mother, and let the young master do an oral calculation every day."

He raised his hand to check the time: "The master is coming down soon. I heard that Mr. Winchester is a top student in the law department?"

Sam nodded, but what did it matter?

A Fu nodded, he was more inclined to this kind of non-professional high-achieving student than the tutor who came here to apply for the job.

Especially someone the master trusts.

But in the absence of the master's approval, as the housekeeper of the Wayne family, he had better not let the young master's amazing mathematical "talent" be known to others.

Bruce was so angry that he vomited blood early in the morning, and he and Jing Mo had already fallen into a vicious circle.

It used to be useless to do oral calculations, he was just a spice of life, but now it has become "How can the people of the Wayne family not even know addition and subtraction within 10?! You haven't learned German, French, Italian and Portuguese yet! It has to be done today!"

Jing Mo sat on a chair that was very tall for him with tears in his eyes: "Dad."

“告诉我，3+2你是怎么算出8的”布鲁斯的声音隐藏着怒火:“10道题，你做了一个小时！还错了7道！你到底在想什么！”

Jing Mo tried to act coquettishly and pass by: "I'm thinking about my father."

Bruce choked a mouthful of old blood in his throat: "What do you want me to do?! You are doing mental calculations now!"

Jing Mo was also angry: "Don't yell at me! You are so fierce! I don't even know what to do!"

Bruce's beautifully shaped eyebrows raised: "Then I'm not fierce, can you do the right thing?"

Jing Mo said confidently: "No!"

Bruce took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "Forget it, I'll find you a tutor."

The first time Batman flinched was because of his son's rhetoric.

Bruce Wayne and Alfred went to the company, leaving only brothers Jing Mo and Winchester at home.

The little baby who was abandoned by his father was not very sad at the moment, and even happily turned on the TV to watch cartoons.

And the Winchester brothers were discussing how to lure the demon out.

Dean felt itching behind him, stretched out his hand to grab it, and grabbed out a little fleshy and soft baby.

Baby Jingmo crawled out from under Dean's arm, kicking up with both calves.

Dean supported his little buttocks to help him climb, and the little meatball who finally reached the "top of the mountain" put on a face and said, "I'm exhausted."

Dean couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing?"

Jing Mo lay on Dean's lap again, and her fleshy belly pressed against Dean's leg with the ups and downs of her breathing. It was a little itchy, but more importantly, the soft touch went all the way to her heart.

Jing Mo struggled to bring up a picture book: "Brother, let's read together."

There is a monkey, a pig, two people and a horse drawn on the writing, and there are three big characters "Journey to the West" written on it.

"I don't know." Dean looked at the brightly colored pages and said helplessly, "I don't know Chinese."

Baby Jingmo patted his chest: "It's okay, Momo will tell you."

Sam, who was ignored, drank the lipstick tea and turned a blind eye to his brother's eyes asking for help.

"Okay boy, we have very important things to talk about. If you want to stay here, then you can read a book quietly by yourself?" Dean put Jingmo on the sofa next door.

How could the sticky man just compromise like this?

He climbed back again: "Brother, can I sit on your lap and read a book? I will definitely not talk to disturb you."

Poor begging.

Dean relented: "Okay, but you can't disturb us."

Jing Mo nodded repeatedly, hugged his picture book, sat upright in Dean's arms, and did not speak.

Sam, who has studied a little psychology, frowned. Jingmo's behavior is an expression of extreme insecurity.

Logically speaking, boys at this age are lively and active, and even some children don't like being hugged by others unless they are very tired.

Dean spoke very harshly just now, but Jing Mo is not only not afraid, but can also guarantee that he will never make a sound. Either he is possessed, or he is really extremely insecure.

None of their various instruments sounded, and there were no signs of demons appearing, so there was only another, more difficult possibility.

Sam shook his head, getting distracted thoughts out of his mind, and focused on discussing with Dean how to lure the yellow-eyed demon.

It didn't take long for Dean to feel a weight in his arms. When he looked down, the picture book had fallen to the ground, and the little baby who had been obedient and silent had already fallen asleep, and his little hands were still clutching his coat tightly.

Dean hugged Jing Mo in his arms involuntarily, then widened his eyes with a look of shock: "My God, this touch is so good, right?"

Just say that people are fat.

Sam rolled his eyes indifferently: "Are you a pervert, Dean?"

Dean seemed to be a child who had found a new toy, poking his face and squeezing his hands.

Jing Mo slept soundly, and Dean didn't wake up after playing like this.

After walking for two hours, the owner of Wayne's family came back and saw a large and a small sleeping on the sofa, and Jingmo lying in Dean Winchester's arms.

While Sam Winchester was sitting in a chair reading a book, the room was quiet and peaceful.

Sam heard the door opening and looked up, got up and greeted the host.

"Mr. Wayne, can we talk about it? About Asa."

Bruce paused, nodded and walked into the study.

"I don't know if Mr. Wayne thinks there is something wrong with Asa?" Sam sat across the desk.

Bruce Wayne thought for a while, and was not angry because of the unreasonable words of the other party: "There is nothing wrong."

Sam said: "I have studied some psychology before, and children around three years old are very lively, but today after you and Mr. Housekeeper left, he showed completely different behaviors from children of this age. This is extremely lacking A sense of security. Generally, children will show happiness and other active behaviors after the adults who restrict their movements leave, but Asa has always been by Dean's side."

Bruce also realized at this moment that Jingmo was different from his other children. He was alone in a foreign country, and he had suffered so much before, and he was frightened again yesterday. This really had a great impact on a child.

Bruce sighed: "Thank you, I see."

Sam nodded and talked about his and Dean's plans.

"You mean summoning demons?" Bruce frowned.

Sam nodded: "Yes, draw a magic circle to summon demons."

Bruce put one hand on the table and tapped his fingers on the table: "This method is too risky."

Sam said something that had been in his heart for a long time: "But don't you have a Superman?"

Bruce frowned: "Superman?"