Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce has no experience in coaxing children, and Alfred may have. However, the loyal and reliable old butler is obviously entangled in trivial matters, unable to realize that his little master is going through a critical moment, so he can't provide any help.

If Bruce was thankful that Afu didn't see him make the crying little guy at the beginning, now after Carl wailed unremittingly for more than half an hour, he only wished that Afu could fall from the sky and put the nest The crybaby in his arms hugged him, and cast his magic power as usual, keeping the little guy quiet and saving him from the brink of collapse.

Bruce doesn't care how unhappily and insinuatingly Aff uses his fine British humor to hurt him afterward.

Even if he has no experience in taking care of a baby before, he understands that half an hour of violent crying is very depleting of water and energy even for adults.This can be regarded as speaking from his own experience, because he has had such an experience of dying from the loss of important people.

Who is the "kitten" that the little guy is thinking about?

Whoever he is, Bruce thought, must be very important.

It is so important that this extremely strong little guy will appear in front of him in a weak, painful and frustrated image, which undoubtedly proves that the little guy has already had a dangerous journey before seeing himself.

The little one is still crying.

His crying was heartbreaking.

Mingming's whole face was wrinkled because of crying loudly, his facial features were twisted into a ball, his eyes and nose were red, not to mention pretty and cute, but ugly... Of course, that kind of ugliness also made him laugh quietly He looks relatively ugly, but he is not as cute when he cries as when he laughs.

Perhaps because of the responsibility of adults to young children, although Bruce doesn't feel that he has done anything wrong, Carl is very sad and crying, and Bruce feels as if he really did something wrong.

"Don't cry, little guy." He sighed, holding Carl around the restaurant, learning the tricks that all dads must learn without a teacher, "I'm sorry that there is no your kitten here, but Crying doesn't work. Is there anything else you want? Other than meat and kittens? I swear if you wanted a playground I would build it for you, it would be the most gorgeous and perfect in all of Gotham Playground. Play as long as you want."

"Playground." Carl's crying stopped briefly. "Will there be mountains?"

"No. But there will be a Ferris wheel that can see the whole of Gotham City, which is better than a mountain."

"Will there be a forest?"

"There wasn't," Bruce said slyly, "but there's going to be something better than a forest. There's going to be a zipline, and down there are sand traps and water tables and palm trees. Sit on the zipline and look down, you see What I got was similar to the forest."

Carl opened his eyes and fantasized for a while. Although he didn't know the playground, the Ferris wheel, the zip line, the sandpit, the water platform, and the palm trees, Bruce's seductive tone still made him yearn for it.

Those all sounded like good things...but none of them were what Carl wanted the most.

"Will there be Kitty in the playground?"

he asked, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.

"There will be." Bruce lied, "The playground has everything you'll love, and so will Kitty."

Carl looked at Bruce's face, and Bruce immediately showed his most classic smile: sweet, elegant, and slutty, but also because of the certain demeanor and arrogance contained in it, he seemed extremely reliable, making people unable to help but believe that such a young man who does nothing is wrong. Will deceive others casually.

He may not care about everything, or he may just promise you one second and forget about it the next second.

But he won't lie to you.

He didn't have to do it, he couldn't do it.

Carl's eyes were focused, but Bruce showed no fear.He's a masterful actor who never gets caught, and though he feels guilty and terrible about lying to such a two-year-old, the most important thing is to get him to stop crying, and Bruce will do anything to that end.

However, Bailing's tricks were easily defeated by the little guy, and Bruce didn't even understand what went wrong with him.

"You smell bad," Carl whimpered. "You're lying."

"I didn't, kid, I didn't." Bruce struggled, "Which part of me do you think I lied to?"

"The part that... needs the most," Carl said.He wanted to say "most important," but didn't know how to say that word.

He saw Bruce's lies, but he didn't continue to cry. Instead, he changed his position in Bruce's arms, raised his hands and rubbed his eyes, wiping away the tears on his face.

Bruce gently pushed Carl's fingers away, and dipped the corner of the napkin to wipe off the water stains on Carl's face. Carl let Bruce move without saying a word, and squeezed his hands tightly together.

After drying Carl's face, Bruce was still a little dissatisfied. He simply carried Carl to the bathroom. It was inconvenient to hold Carl with one hand, so he scooped up a handful of warm water with one hand to clean Carl's face, and then used a towel Wipe off the water droplets for Carl, and finally apply a layer of unscented skin cream to Carl very carefully.

The same unscented skin cream he used himself.

"I don't like this," Carl whispered.

"Skin cream is good for you," Bruce said solemnly, "it makes your skin soft and smooth. Maybe you don't need it very much now, but you will someday, when you are in your 20s, or During puberty, you realize the importance of cleansing and caring for the skin."

Carl stared at Bruce in the mirror, lowering his eyes silently.

In the following time, Carl was very cooperative. He ate up the sandwiches and drank the vegetable juice. Bruce was afraid that he would be too busy, so he turned on the TV and played "Tom and Jerry" for Carl.

Carl sat obediently on the sofa watching TV, eating the chocolate that Bruce dug out from the cabinet.

At first, Bruce worried about whether the dark chocolate would not suit the taste of the little ones. After all, most children like sweeter food, but Carl likes dark chocolate very much. He is very skilled in opening the package, and will carefully avoid The trademark of dark chocolate is torn from the side, which is probably his little habit.

After paying attention for a while to make sure that Carl has been attracted by the TV show, Bruce walked down the stairs and into the Batcave.

Sitting in front of the Batcomputer, he quietly took a photo of Carl biting a chocolate, and started matching faces in the database.

Considering the huge amount of data stored in the bat computer, and the fact that Carl is too young and his face has not yet been fully developed, it may take some time, and it may not be possible to draw valid conclusions in the end.

But to Bruce's surprise, the computer gave a matching result as soon as the photo of the little guy was uploaded.

The image that finally freezes on the screen belongs to Superman.

A full-body frontal photo, with a red cape and a blue uniform, with a striking "S" logo painted on the chest, and a large cloudless blue sky in the background.In the photo, his expression was calm and gentle, he nodded slightly to the side, and instead of looking directly at the camera, he looked in another direction.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, which was completely different from that of the little guy.

Yet the resemblance between the two faces is so great that there is no way for anyone to say against their will that the little guy has nothing to do with Superman.

Bruce's pupils shrank suddenly, his hands clenched unconsciously, and then immediately loosened them slowly.

In this short period of time, countless thoughts have turned in his mind, such as what is the relationship between the little guy and Superman? Are they father and son or brothers? If they are father and son, who is the little guy's mother? Is there any other relatives? If it is another relationship, does Superman know where the little guy is now...

Superman didn't appear anywhere during this time, and all the forces that were paying attention to Superman knew this, but they didn't pay attention, because Superman would have been missing for a period of time from time to time.

No one knows where he went or what he did during that time, but the more common and accepted news is that Superman returned to his home during this time.

Maybe Superman was taking care of his family during this time, or maybe it was just a short break from his hectic volunteer work.

The photos of the little guy and Superman were still placed side by side on the computer screen. Bruce looked up at the monitor. Three episodes of "Tom and Jerry" had been played, and the little guy had already eaten all the chocolate, and the empty carton was thrown away. One side, while he squatted on the sofa, hugging his knees.

…It’s a very insecure position, and Bruce has had times like that.

At that time, Afu was busy dealing with his parents' funeral affairs, his mind went blank, and he didn't know what to do, so he had to sit silently on the side, hugging himself tightly.

Bruce's heart skipped a beat.

When Alfred returns indoors to prepare dinner, it's easy to spot what Bruce's trying to hide, the stained paper towels stacked in the trash can, the wooden floor with a few drops left unwiped.

He frowned and searched for his master and baby, and finally found them in the baby room on the second floor.

Carl was sitting in the room covered with a thick layer of woolen carpet. Those exquisitely crafted gun toys did not make him take a second look, but he showed a strong interest in the plush toys in the shape of animals. play with them.

And Bruce sat cross-legged, with a book spread out on his knees, and he was reading softly:

"... I will perch on a branch outside the window at dusk, and sing you some song that will make you happy and also make you think. I will sing of those who are happy and those who are suffering. I will sing hidden in the The good and the evil around you..."

"...I ask you one thing: Please don't tell anyone that you have a bird that tells you everything. Only then will everything be fine..."

It was "The Nightingale" from Andersen's fairy tale, which the old master had read to his young master.

This scene almost made the reserved old housekeeper shed tears.