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

The next morning, the sun shines on every road and every beautiful small house in this ordinary middle-class community.A few strands of golden light came through the windows of James' room. He rubbed his eyes on the bed and heard the noise coming from downstairs.

"Hey, Dean, that's my bacon!" "Oh, Sanmi, you don't like meat anyway."

The sound is Dean and Sam arguing over the breakfast Clark made for the family cook, with Clark's mellow voice of persuasion "Do you want more bacon and fried eggs? I can make more" added in between.

James raised the corners of his mouth subconsciously, hugged his quilt reluctantly and rolled on the bed, and then jumped up from the bed suddenly, with the light brown hair on his head messily curled up and down.

Then, little James opened his green eyes in surprise, looking at Bruce sitting next to his bookshelf, flipping through a copy of "Annie's Diary".The latter flipped a page lightly with his slender and beautiful fingers, which were no longer young and elastic. The thin beige page was caught between the two fingers, and then rubbed across the skin smoothly.

The little boy couldn't help staring at his adoptive father's fingers, and he suddenly realized that Bruce's movements were so... Well, an eight-year-old couldn't describe it, but he was sure he only knew it in the movies. Seen someone like Bruce right now, what was that movie about?It seems to be telling the story of an aristocrat.

Well, Bruce is still Bruce.It's just that the usual Bruce is too quiet and low-key, but also particularly stubborn and strong, which conceals the elegant temperament of a nobleman in him.

"Bruce." James heard himself calling his adoptive father's name, with a child's unique coquettishness and dependence.

The man with a lot of gray hair on his temples looked up at him, and put the book in his hand on his knee.He just looked at James like this, without saying a word, his always sharp ice blue eyes carried non-aggressive scrutiny and inquiry.

After a long time, he maneuvered the wheelchair to the boy's bedside.James couldn't bear the urge to hug his adoptive father. In fact, when he came back to his senses, he had already hugged Bruce's neck tightly and pressed his whole body against him.

The boy was afraid... he was afraid that he would lose his adoptive father completely last night.This was the first time James was alone with Bruce after Mangruni failed to attack and escaped yesterday. The fear that had been buried deep in his heart since last night began to bubble in his heart like boiling sulfuric acid.

Yes, he has been holding on, because he can't embarrass Bruce, at least he can't be like a frightened baby in front of the Winchester family who will only hold adults and cry, he must be strong, strong like a A real man.

But when Bruce came to visit him alone, when it was just the two of them, James couldn't help it.

Bruce didn't like physical contact, but he didn't break free, but after being stiff for a while, he also wrapped his hands around the trembling boy. The boy didn't cry, but buried his head in his neck and trembled slightly, his little hands tightly grasped his collar.

"We burned that sweater your mother knit you yesterday," Bruce said with dismay.

The boy nestled in his arms froze, and then buried himself deeper into his arms, as if trying to smother himself to death.

"We need your help with Mangrune," Bruce continued, placing his hand on the boy's pulse to test the boy's reaction.

"..." James said something muffled, his voice muffled through the fabric.

"Jim, hold your head up and talk," Bruce disagreed.

The boy reluctantly left his neck, but still stuck to Bruce, his eyes were a little red, but there were no tears.James repeated with serious eyes: "I will help, just tell me what to do."

The pulse was steady under his fingers, and Bruce knew the boy had made up his mind.

"Good boy." He stroked the top of the boy's hair and whispered.

Bruce and John made plans to implement after nightfall tonight.

In the plan, James is the bait, John and Clark are the main forces to capture Mangrune, Dean and Sam are assistants, and Bruce is responsible for controlling the rhythm of the audience.

After eating at noon, John took his two sons back to the motel to supplement the hunting materials. James was reading and studying in his room, while Clark was washing dishes in the kitchen. Not far away was Bruce in a wheelchair.

Clark put the washed dishes on the rack to dry. While he was busy with his work, he said without looking up: "I heard what you and Jim said this morning."

"Why am I not surprised?" Bruce sarcastically dryly.

"Bruce, you didn't tell him the real identity of Mangruney, and why she attacked the children of the White family, and you. He should know the truth. Otherwise, you are using him against his mother." Clark lowered his voice road.

The sharp eyes behind him made Clark feel like a laser, but he didn't give up. Instead, he continued: "This is not fair to Jim. You know how much he loves you, and I also know that you don't love him."

"Love and stupidity are two different things. What do you want me to tell him? Tell him Lydia Layton has turned into a bloodthirsty monster, but still retains her maternal instincts, trying to murder Little White and me just to protect Him? And we want him to be a bait to help capture his mother, or destroy it completely?" Bruce's deep voice seemed to be frosted, which was the voice of the enraged Dark Knight.

Fortunately, after so many years of precipitation, Bruce's irritable and gloomy temper has subsided a little.Seeing that Clark's jaw was tightened but he endured not to refute him, the former Dark Knight said with a slight sigh: "I have never been good at talking to children, and I will not teach children about things other than reconnaissance and combat."

"And then you should regret adopting Jim?!" Clark raised his voice.

"Are you blaming me?" Bruce asked sharply.

Clark put a plate on the cabinet, and the poor white porcelain plate began to shatter from where he pinched it with his fingertips. The cracks quickly spread across the entire plate like a spider web, and then fell into pieces. in the pool.

Bruce tensed his body muscles vigilantly, his ice blue eyes looked at the man wearing glasses fearlessly.

"Arguing is too stupid, Bruce, after so many things, if we are still arguing." However, Clark suddenly let go of all his strength. He walked to the wheelchair, then knelt down on one knee, and Bruce was at eye level.

"You don't trust me, and you won't forgive me. Sometimes I think, if it wasn't a last resort, and there was no second choice, you wouldn't agree to stay with me and spy on me yourself. I know, Bruce , There is no way to make up for past mistakes and injuries, and you should hate me to the bone." Clarke's attitude sincerely made people cringe.

"No, I said I won't hate you. Although there are many people who should hate you, I don't have the qualifications."

Clark reached out to grab Bruce's hand, but flinched before his fingertips touched him. He sighed deeply, with guilt and sadness on his handsome and bright brows: "Bruce, no one is more qualified than you. At that time, what I accused you of was the logic of a bastard, it was not your fault that I became like that, and what the clown did should not be blamed on you."

"We've discussed this many times, Clark, but I don't want to discuss it today." Bruce frowned. "What the hell are you trying to say? Accusing me of treating Jim like this?"

"You love Jim more than I do, in fact, you love him dearly, though I don't know why. You would never do anything to hurt that kid, but... Bruce, Jim is stronger than you think, He can take it all. What happened to the Robins made you doubt your own parenting, and you were afraid to raise another Robin. You wanted Jim to grow up as a normal person, but you didn't know how to do it. Yes. Bruce, you are afraid that your own mistakes will hurt Jim, so you would rather hide everything from him and treat him as an ordinary child who is ignorant of the world." Clark's steady voice sounded rambling, but his words were bursting. It stabbed bloodily in Bruce's heart.

Clark raised his head, eyes as clear as the sky met his lover, he said: "But Bruce, Jim was not an ordinary kid from the beginning. Besides, there would be no Robin without Batman, and Jim wouldn't be Robin of."

Bruce was silent.

Clark stood up and said the last sentence: "All I said today is just to tell you that you don't have to be afraid that you will make mistakes like before, because it was not your fault before."

Clark's words worked after all. Although Bruce was stubborn, he couldn't see himself clearly.

Hours before the operation, Bruce took the time to briefly tell James about Lydia Layton, and the boy was, of course, in a state of shock and disorientation.

"If you figure it out, you can come and help us. If you can't figure it out, I'll find another way to lure her out." Bruce left James in a safe place, where there were layers of protective measures arranged by the hunters in advance.

The night gradually deepened, and everyone stayed on the lawn of Layton's house. The magic trap was set up, and everyone except Bruce hid in a hidden place to ambush. John was still holding a simple metal box in his hand.

Regardless of whether James comes or not, they are going to do it.Without James, Bruce still has a way to lure Mangrune, although this is not safe, nor is it more efficient to use James as bait.

Can't wait any longer...

Bruce closed his eyes slightly, and just about to say something, he saw the figure of a boy running in the distance.

James ran very fast, with a sporty blush on his face, and when he reached the wheelchair, he took a few breaths and asked, "Am I not late, Bruce?"

"No, Jim, you didn't." Bruce's eyes were soft, and he gently rubbed the boy's hair and said, "I'm proud of you, kid."

"I can't be a coward, can I?" James looked at his beloved adoptive father, took a deep breath and said, "Let's get started."

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