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

Batman ignored Catwoman, he didn't even look up.

Coaxing doesn't work, he can vaguely feel that the little guy in his arms is really unable to control himself, even though he is trying his best to calm himself down, the shrugged shoulders of his crying is proof:

This is the aftereffect of the little guy trying to suppress himself with a big mouthful of air but failed. His immature stomach and lungs have accumulated a lot of pressure during the process of being forced to calm down, and this pressure is showing up in the form of convulsions .

The little guy was completely crying.

Unlike his venting crying at the dinner table, he is now in an irrational state where he can't listen to anything. All Batman can do is hug the little guy tightly, making him feel that he is not helpless.

At this moment, Serena also saw that something was wrong. She stood aside with her hands on her hips, her suspicious eyes turned around Carl and Batman.

She asked Batman, "I believe he's not Wayne's son, and now I suspect he's your son. What the hell happened? I've never seen a kid his age so sad, a kid his age." Usually not smart enough to be sad."

"That's not your concern." Batman replied after a while.

Serena hugged the little white cat who liked Carl very much and put it in front of her chest. Her eyes rested on Carl's back, and there was no joy or anger in her expression——

"Wait," she said, "Am I misreading or..."

Carl's body blurred in Batman's arms, like a flicker screen on a broken game console, and the mosaics that made up Carl cracked for an instant.

Batman didn't speak.

He lowered his head and stared at Karl, the number showing abnormal energy fluctuations on the display in front of him was changing crazily, and when it grew to the extreme, Karl disappeared from his arms again.

This phenomenon appeared very clearly this time, and it lasted for several seconds. Both Serena and Batman clearly saw the whole process of Carl's body transforming into particles and dissipating in the air. Crying, but his tears dissipated completely by the time they floated in the air, like crude holograms.

"...Huh?" Karl seemed to realize something, he raised his head, sobbing, while looking around.

What he sees is different from what Batman and Catwoman see.

In his vision, it wasn't that he himself disappeared, but that weird road made of lines reappeared in front of him.

The swarms of people seem to be slow but are rushing through this vast road. Lights of various colors surround this path. The chaotic tingling and familiar tiredness covered his senses again. Karl stopped slowly. He stopped crying and looked around hesitantly.

"Kitty?" he called blankly.

A vigorous figure emerges from the crowd.

With a slender body, from head to tail, it is refined to an impeccable body shape, and its four legs are powerful and thin. This creature shows the beauty of strength and agility from head to toe.

This is a black panther in the prime of his life, at his strongest and healthiest.

"Kitty!" Carl ran after her.

Batman and Catwoman watched Cal's body disappear before their eyes, and both saw Cal's brightened smile.

Catwoman, who didn't know what to do, gave Batman a whip angrily, and the whip was caught by Batman again without any accident: "What's wrong with him? What's going on? Don't be stupid, you are not Dumb."

This is what happened when he picked up the little one, Batman thought, the little one appeared in front of him out of nowhere, calling for the kitten and running towards him, and now the little one is probably using the same powers as when he appeared , chasing other people he thought were kittens away.

It's just a hypothesis, and there is no evidence to prove it.

Batman stood there silently, trying to put the empty feeling of loss in his chest behind him.

Children are the scariest species in the world. They can completely invade every waking moment of your life in a very short period of time, and you have to brace yourself to deal with all kinds of small problems they produce.

They kidnap you with their helplessness, stupidity, and cries to groom and mold you into their loyal servant.

Batman let go, and Catwoman immediately retracted her long whip.She took a step back vigilantly, not forgetting that she still had the pink diamond she had just stolen from Kid Wayne in her hand.

The little treasure that he wanted to bring back was lost, who knows if Batman will be in a bad mood to pursue this theft case.

You can never go wrong with being vigilant.

But she was overthinking. Under her gaze, Batman jumped out of the window neatly, and his figure flew past in mid-air without leaving a word for Catwoman.

"...Wonderful, Batman, look at the trouble you've caused me." She stared at the window and said to herself, "I have to find someone to fix this window. Who would come to Gotham Fixing windows in town? Going to the gangsters at the end of the day. They're more annoying than Batman."

She stretched her muscles and bones, yawned, and lay back on the bed as if nothing had happened, preparing to continue her interrupted sleep.

Maybe it was because the pillow that was soaked with the little boy's tears was placed next to her pillow. When she woke up, she felt that the dream she had last night was more humid than the rainy day in Gotham, but it was a little sweeter.

Batman is back in the Batcave.

He sat in front of the computer and calmly put everything that happened in the past two days into a new folder, including those pictures, videos, lip prints and fingerprints that were not successfully collected, various physical data, and the conclusions drawn from the blood sample analysis .

He deleted tons of backup files, keeping only one copy of everything.He hid and encrypted the folder, and all the information related to the little guy was blocked by him, as if nothing happened.

He could only turn a blind eye to Alfred's hesitant face.

The well-equipped baby room was sealed up, and the fairy tale book he had read for the little guy was put back on the bookcase. Bruce didn't ask where the little guy changed his dirty clothes. It was cleaned and put together with his own old clothes from when he was a child.

Nothing happened.

Carl ran after his kitten through the chaotic hours, never sluggish in pain or tiredness.

He was indeed a rather stubborn kid, and even though he was only two years old, he showed amazing perseverance in everything he set his mind to, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the persistence he showed would surprise or even surprise any adult. in fear.

Maybe even God.

The black panther slowed down, and with a soft sigh, its body gradually transformed into a human.

It turned into a young woman with curly black long hair and ample breasts, skin color like dark chocolate, deep-set eyes, wearing a long veil, with a strange beauty.

Karl ran up to her and opened his arms towards her, but she shook her head slightly and backed away.

"You go back to your home, and I'll go back to mine." Her voice was soft and full of majesty, "I've been out playing for too long, dear Kal... a new ruler is about to succeed, and the spiritual link is going on. Establish, I must leave your timeline."

"Kitty?" Carl stared at her blankly.

"Go back, Kal, back to your own time." She shook her head slightly, "You shouldn't have followed."

Carl looked at her, judged something from her expression, slowly put his hand down, and pinched the corner of his clothes hesitantly.

"Oh," she said lovingly, "come on, dear."

"I haven't said goodbye to Bruce yet," Carl whispered.

"You can do it now. Go, and I'll take you home," she replied, bending over and giving Carl a gentle push.

Carl appeared in the passenger seat of the moving Batmobile, and Bruce tensed his muscles suddenly at his presence, and when he realized it was Carl, he relaxed slowly, but remained alert.

"I forgot to say goodbye to you last time," Carl said to Batman, "bye."

"Maybe you're not very good at telling time," Batman replied in his processed voice, "You're too late to say goodbye."

"sorry."

"I don't blame you. Did you find your kitten?"

Carl nodded, then shook his head: "She's not my cat. She's her own. I found her, but she's going back to her home."

"Feel sorry."

"It's not your fault," Carl said, eyes drooping sleepily.

Batman's question woke him up: "Are you going home too?"

"Ah."

"Where is your home?"

"I can't tell you. Not now," Carl said, "but you'll know. We'll be very close friends."

Batman was silent and didn't answer. He turned the steering wheel, and the Batmobile slid silently around the corner, and Carl disappeared in his passenger seat.

At the right time, Alexander took the sleeping Karl from the hands of the goddess.

His expression was very cold, but his mood was still calm.Although he didn't expect Karl to have the ability to travel through time and space, the arrangements he had made for Karl's safety still worked. In places where Karl couldn't see, the huge body of the goddess was wearing a suit specially made for "God". Under the threat of death, the goddess brought back his master for him.

Borrowing the energy of the Time Stone, he still can't freely shuttle in the timeline, and he can't cross the logical paradox built into himself. Looking for the lost Karl in the chaotic flow of time before is all he can do.

After the goddess sent Carl back, he untied it as agreed, and it was foreseeable that the other party would never set foot in the United States again-but it didn't matter, Karl just lost a favorite toy.

He will get better things.

The renovated small villa is equipped with a kryptonite emitter that can prevent the little master from absorbing the sun, and Karl will have more time to exercise his mind; the matter of finding a tutor for him has been put on the agenda, and Alexander is making a list; There are more important things besides...

He carried Carl into the bathroom and soaked him in the energy-rich blood.

It will melt into his veins, making him immune to magic.