[Comprehensive British and American] The life of the villain and the body of the hero

Christmas is coming soon, and Clark got his wish and bought a pony, which is certainly not as smart and expensive as the naughty one.This is just an ordinary filly, even a little silly and innocent.

But Clark was fine with that, he called her "Bonnie," and God knows why he'd name a horse Rabbit?Now this small yard is well-maintained by him, and even the swimming pool has been replaced with clean water.

Of course, James was quite skeptical about Clark's motives for taking care of the swimming pool.When he saw Bruce swimming and exercising by accident, that suspicion turned into affirmation, don't ask him what he thought of!

As Christmas approached, Tim was entangled in official business and couldn't get out, but Hydra's side stopped a lot.Probably because most of Hydra is also human and has to go back for Christmas.

And what James is most passionate about recently is to mention Jason Barbara and the others in front of Bruce if he has nothing to do.This is exactly what Tim asked him to do—to make Bruce nod and invite the Bat family to spend Christmas here.

"Barbara free?" asked ten-year-old Bruce, eating a cookie.

"She said that on Christmas Eve, she could spare three or four hours. If she worked hard to deal with the restless criminals during this time. After all, the Gotham Police Department cannot do without her, and I hope the criminals will also pass. Take a break for Christmas."

"It's unlikely. No Christmas in the past went well. Besides, Barbara left and Jason left Gotham again. Who will be on duty at night?" Little Bruce took the glass of milk that Clark poured for him, and said with a frown: "That's not a good idea."

"Damian is still here in Gotham, and the police station will also be on shift." This was the first time James mentioned Damian's name, and sure enough, Bruce paused briefly.

"Damian alone dealt with the Christmas Eve crime in Gotham?" Bruce vetoed disapprovingly.

"And the police on the night shift. Bruce, fly in here for dinner, they won't even stay overnight." There's another line James didn't say: They don't care about the meal, they just want to see you .

They have missed too many family reunions at Christmas, and who knows when life will come to an end?

"Is that what Tim meant?" Bruce said calmly, "Then he should tell me himself."

Don't think that he doesn't know Tim's intentions. It's nothing more than James' condition is not good and he is still in the stage of mental recovery, so Bruce will be more inclined to meet his requirements.Of course, it is also a reason to find something for James to do so that he will not get stuck in a dead end.But even so, Bruce wants to hear Tim bring it up himself.

"Tim won't count his own people, he just said something." James shrugged and said: "This is also my proposal. Bruce, I saw them in New Gotham. Well, I can't say that we get along well, But maybe invite Jason over for a meal, and he might think about giving me a little less of a beating."

Red Barrel is not a caring person, he is just a very vengeful person...

"It's up to you." Finally, Bruce relented.

On Christmas Eve, James obediently stayed at home and prepared Christmas dinner with Clark.

They were lucky today, Bruce stabilized in his mid-thirties and offered to help.Of course, Clark didn't dare let him touch the pot or the sauce.

"Intuition tells me, Bruce, your cooking skills are not that bad." After James accidentally broke a plate, he was sent by Clark to mix salad with Bruce.

"When I was traveling, no one cooked for me." Bruce cut the chicken carelessly, but the size of the pieces of meat under his hand was almost accurate to the centimeter, "But I didn't care about the taste at that time, as long as I could eat it. "

"Worst time?"

"I've eaten rats, probably..." Bruce didn't finish his sentence, because Clark, who had super hearing, turned his head and stared at them unbearably.

"You guys have to say this before dinner? Oh, my roast chicken and apple pie!" An afterimage flashed, and Bruce raised an eyebrow as Clark rushed to the front of the oven to save his freshly baked food.

"How's school?" Bruce asked, looking down.

James hesitated for a moment. He knew that this was not what Bruce really wanted to ask, but he couldn't answer the real question because he didn't know it himself, so he tried to answer it from another angle: "Bella and Karen The boy at home seems to be getting together, which I don't think is a good idea."

"Vampires and humans? It's true... Carlisle is a reliable ally, but I don't trust his 'family'. It's not easy to control instinct. Vampires already feed on humans, and their teeth are poisonous. It will fall into a tyrannical state." Bruce said calmly: "But this vampire signed a magic contract with humans back then, and the power of the contract made it impossible for the Justice League back then, otherwise the Volturi would not have been allowed to fight in the Roman Hu It's been so long."

"So instead of putting the Volturi in power, why not try to support the vegetarians against them?" James understood.

"The Volturi are very smart. They know that keeping a low profile is the way to survive. Speaking of which, they have suffered from human beings. So they will never cause mass destruction and cause hostility and vigilance from superpowers and the government. But they Still killing, every vampire kills at least one adult a day to ingest."

[... Vampires kill to survive, but why do humans kill each other?People who died at his hands died for something...money...power...money...]

"Don't worry about Bella Swan and Edward Cullen for the time being, what do you think of the others besides them?"

"I'm fine, but I feel old when I look at a group of high school students."

[...not really alive, but already dead...the girl has black braids, beautiful eyes...she's screaming...her neck was broken by a metal arm...]

"No, you know that's not what I mean, Jim."

"The Winter Soldier is still missing, yes, it worries me, but Tim's right, Hydra isn't going to kill him."

[... black smoke rushed towards the monster... Mom... did you also see that I turned into an executioner... the color of the blood is brown... Alessa said that no one can leave Silent Hill... because every Individuals trapped in their own Silent Hill... howling... executioner...]

"Jim, let go of the pile of vegetable leaves in your hand, Jason and the others are almost here, go and open the door." Bruce said, taking the poor bowl of smashed vegetable salad and dumping it in the trash can, throwing his adopted son out kitchen.

Someone has been waiting outside the door for a while. It doesn't know when it started to snow outside. It wasn't too dense, but each snowflake was very large, and it fell on the black hair, showing a crystal clear polygonal structure.

"A little snake came out of the bat's den." Jason snorted unceremoniously when he saw James.The scar on his face hasn't faded yet, it looks a little shocking, but Red Barrel doesn't care much.

When Barbara walked in, James walked over gentlemanly to take her coat and hang it on the rack.Barbara looked at him for a few seconds, then smiled a gentle acceptance: "You look fine, Jim?"

"Yes, Jim, that's what Bruce called it." James said awkwardly: "I'm sorry for the last kidnapping..."

"Tim explained it for you. From my personal point of view, I completely forgive you. It's not your fault." Barbara said heartily.Thinking rationally, everyone knows that this is not James' fault.

Being brainwashed is uncontrollable, James was just a marionette in the hands of Hydra at the time, which is not what he wanted to do.In fact, James himself is also a victim. Unless he has experienced it himself, who can understand the feeling of being forced to kill?

"That's right, don't be restrained, let me beat you up and I promise I won't blame you." Jason said with a sneer, but he could tell that he wasn't serious, otherwise with his temper, if he really wanted to beat someone up, he would definitely be killed as soon as he opened the door. Beat up.

Barbara looked at James, who bent his mouth knowingly and pointed to the kitchen: "He's cooking."

This time even Jason's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief: "Are you kidding, didn't the old man blow up the kitchen? How long has he been in? You know that Ah Fu wouldn't let him stay in the kitchen for even three seconds. "

"So he actually fried the kitchen?"

"What I remember is that once, Ah Fu went out on business, and I was sick, so he had to cook and eat by himself. The end was that Wayne Manor hired maintenance and construction workers for a week, and then Ah Fu was so angry that he didn't give him anything for two weeks. Prepare snacks."

James couldn't help laughing. Barbara just bent her mouth, and suddenly straightened her face and pulled James across.Oh, needless to say... omg, Bruce is in the back...

A sullen Bruce put a new green salad on the table, and suddenly he laughed in Bruce's baby way, and Jason just flinched back, and immediately realized that this was too embarrassing, and that the dead The old man has nothing to be afraid of!

At this time Clark also came out, and Barbara's expression changed instantly, this time it was Jason who held her back.Clark and the two children nodded, but they didn't get any response. He didn't say anything, he just asked James to help in the kitchen, and also gave up some personal space for Bruce and the others.

Half an hour later, Tim was free from all work and arrived, dinner properly prepared.

how to say?It wasn't the warmest, nicest family meal one could hope for.After all, some of the people sitting at the same table have just eased their relationship, and some are the kind who can fight directly on other occasions.

If it weren't for Christmas Eve and Bruce's face, Barbara would never be in the same room as Superman!Even if she wasn't a match for Superman, she could at least choose not to see that face.

But this is what they have been longing for all along, to be together again, no matter what happened in the past, no matter what they will face in the future, it is enough for them to sit here.

Oh, no, there is one less person.

Damian didn't come. Although it's said that Gotham needs a night watchman, everyone knows that this family is not ready to accept Damian... Tim and Jason are fine, Tim Reason is paramount, and Jason himself is quite rebellious.James has not experienced that period of history and has no personal experience, so he can accept it.

But Barbara still can't accept it, Bruce... No one can know what Bruce is thinking.

Some people may think that since Bruce can agree to live with Superman, why not forgive Damian.But it's not about forgiving or not, it's about accepting or not.The moment Dick died, the moment Batman carried Nightwing's corpse into the night, the moment Bruce growled, "You're not my son anymore!"—

It is difficult to return to the past between the father and son.

This is different from Superman, Superman doesn't owe Batman anything at all, besides, Batman always thinks it's his fault that the clown killed Superman's wife and children, which caused Superman to lose control... He doesn't care if Superman loses control feel strange.But Damian, Damian how could he kill Dick? !Dick treats Damian like his own brother.

Maybe Bruce still loves Damian. Since he doesn't hate Damian, he can't forgive him. He just can't face the face that resembles himself, so he would rather not meet him.

The people in the Bat family can more or less understand Bruce's weird thinking, and none of them mentioned that name at dinner.

It wasn't until halfway through the dinner that Clark put down the tableware and said to Bruce, "I'll go out and see Bonnie, it's too cold." Bruce nodded, not knowing what to say softly.

The snow outside was a little heavier, falling to the eyelashes and sticking to them, and being melted by the rising warm breath, it turned into water droplets and slowly dripped from the eyelids, but fortunately, it was not so big that it covered the eyes and could not see .

"Damian..." Clark called softly, knowing he could hear him.

The person who came out from a corner dragged a long black shadow under the street lamp. I don't know how long he had been standing outside. A thin layer of snow had covered the dark clothes, and he looked like White costumes too.

"When did you come?" Clark walked over and asked.

"Gotham is fine, Poison Ivy said she was willing to help, and she is watching..." Damian said to himself, but was interrupted by Clark: "I'm not asking this, I'm asking you what the hell are you standing outside?" how long?"

"..." Damian turned his face away without saying a word.

"Have you eaten yet? I brought you two apple pies and a box of pasta." Clark handed him the steaming food, "I didn't tell Bruce, but he could guess, he always all know."

Damian sighed suddenly, took the food packaging bag, twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm going back to Gotham right now."

"You didn't understand me, Damian." Clark pointed to the bag and said, "There are still two boxes of cookies in it, which are not as good as Ah Fu's, but they are still okay. The key is... this is Bruce asked me to give it to you."

Damian froze, staring up at Superman with the dark blue eyes he inherited from Bruce.

"He expressed his meaning. Although it is more Batman-like, um, graceful, it at least explains something. Believe me, give him a little more time." Clark looked up at the bright yellow window, because The people who became lively and natural after leaving the table looked as beautiful as an ordinary family.

Sinners stand in the cold, stand outside the singing, pray for light in despair, but they can only wait for the time to forgive.