my dad is a superhero

Bruce saw Damian's perfunctory, and introduced to Leo helplessly, "This is my son Damian. He has a bit of a temper. He was wrong just now."

"It's okay." Leo was not injured, and he didn't care about Damian's perfunctory apology.

Bruce asked Leo, "You didn't get hurt just now, did you? Do you need to ask a private doctor to see it?"

Leo shook his head, "I'm not hurt."

Bruce looked at Leo suspiciously. He knew better than anyone what his son Damian was capable of.

Damian took the lead in hitting Leo, but the opponent was fine.This child is really not as simple as it appears on the surface.

Alfred saw the look in Bruce's eyes, and knew that the master's suspicion had fallen again.

"Master Leo, we have to wait a while for dinner. I'll wash some fruit for you first."

Leo shook his head, "Don't bother, Grandpa Afu, I'm not thirsty."

"Then you continue to watch TV, dinner will be ready later, I'll call you."

"Okay." Leo responded, walked to the sofa and sat down.

Alfred walked towards the porch, trying to bend down to pick up the schoolbag on the ground.

"Grandpa Alfred, I'll pick it up myself." Damian said, ran to Alfred's side, and picked up the schoolbag on the ground.

Alfred put his hand on Damian's shoulder, "Master Leo is here as a guest. Master Damian should do his best to be a landlord and not make trouble for him." Can you listen to it.

Damian glanced sideways at Leo who was sitting on the sofa, pouted and said, "Got it, I'm going back to my room first."

Bruce turned to look at Damian's back and shook his head.

For this biological son, Bruce always wanted to take care of him but couldn't do what he wanted, and felt that it was not good to take care of the light and the heavy.

Alfred knew Bruce's concerns, "Master Damian is still young, teach him slowly in the future." Speaking of this, he found blood stains on the shirt behind Bruce's shoulders. "Sir, your shirt is dirty and needs to be changed."

Hearing the sound, Bruce understood what Alfred meant, "I'm sorry, Aff." He said, walking towards the corridor.

Alfred hurriedly followed, and he had to change the medicine and gauze for the master.

Leo heard the movement, turned to look at them, but saw that they had gone far.

Leo withdrew his gaze and continued watching TV.

An hour later, Alfred called Leo for dinner.

Leo followed Alfred into the restaurant, and saw Bruce and Damian were already sitting at the dining table.

Bruce, who was reading the evening paper, looked up at him, "Sit down, we'll have dinner later."

Leo saw that Bruce was sitting in the front seat, and Damian was sitting in the second seat from the left, directly opposite to Damian.

He had seen pictures of the living room, not only Bruce, Damian, butler Alfred, but also three young men, most likely the adopted sons of Mr. Bruce.I just don't know why I didn't go home for dinner, maybe I was at work, or I had already left home to live alone.

Alfred put steak, baked shrimp, grilled chicken wings, vegetable salad and other food on the table one after another, and finally confiscated the newspaper in Bruce's hand.

"My lord, don't read the newspaper while you're eating, you won't be able to digest it." Alfred put the newspaper on the side cabinet, turned to Leo and Damian and said, "Don't follow him. Looking at things is a bad habit."

Leo nodded, indicating that he understood.

Damian smiled directly, he likes to watch A Fu talk about his father.

Bruce felt a little helpless, "Aff."

Can you stop talking about him in front of the kids?

Alfred glanced at him, "Mister must lead by example."

Bruce sat upright and "eat."

Leo saw Bruce move the knife and fork to eat the steak, so he picked up the knife and fork and cut a piece into his mouth. It was well done but not hard at all.It must have been the reason the beef had been processed.

"what about the taste?"

Leo heard Alfred asking him, and quickly turned to look at the old butler sitting beside him. "taste good."

"If you like it, how about eating steak tomorrow too?" Children can't digest medium-rare meat, and medium-rare meat is hard, so he found out this method of making steak. As expected, a child likes it.

Leo, who didn't know that he was treated as a child, nodded, "Will you not bother me?"

"No trouble."

Bruce took a bite of the medium-rare steak, looked at his watch, and asked Alfred, "Why haven't Dick and Tim come back yet, have they called you?"

"They work overtime at the company, and they eat dinner at the company." Alfred continued, "I even left dessert for them."

Bruce was a little speechless when he heard dessert.Afu actually stopped his cookies because he didn't listen to the advice and ventured alone, and he didn't know when he would be able to eat the cookies.

Bruce, who misses cookies, can't stop thinking about cookies even if he is eating fresh and tender steak.

No, I can't always want to eat, or I will go out to patrol at night.

Bruce didn't take the injury on his shoulder seriously at all, and he planned to speed up his meal when he was patrolling around at night.

While eating, Alfred paid attention to Bruce's movements. Seeing him like this, he had a guess in his heart.

After dinner, Leo decided to go for a walk outside to refresh himself.Anyway, there are street lights outside, so I am not afraid of not being able to see clearly.

Lei Ao walked around the manor, and found that there were many surveillance cameras outside.

While speechless, Leo was worried about whether there would be surveillance cameras in the guest room, so he walked into the villa, greeted Alfred who was busy in the kitchen, and returned to the guest room.

Leo closed the door and carefully looked at the guest room. Seeing that there was no surveillance camera on the wall, he looked towards the place where toys and dolls were placed.

Will there be a pinhole camera?

With this idea in Leo's mind, he walked over subconsciously, carefully inspecting toys, dolls, especially the places with eyes.Don't worry if you find that there is no pinhole camera.

After all, no one wants to be photographed while sleeping.

Leo came to the bathroom, looked at the mirror, and saw that there was nothing wrong with the mirror, so he took a shower and rested.

……

Bruce also returned to the room, intending to sleep for a while and go out to watch the night in the middle of the night.

There was a sudden knock on the door, "Master, have you rested yet? I'll change the gauze for you."

"Come in!" Bruce said, seeing Alfred enter the room carrying a tray of milk.

"Who is this milk for?"

"Of course it's for the master," Alfred put the tray on the bedside table, "You've bled a lot, you need to get some nutrition." Then, he took cotton wool, gauze, tweezers, and scissors from the cabinet next to him, Come to Bruce and put new gauze on his wound.

"I ate a lot for dinner, so I stopped drinking milk."

"That won't work," Alfred held up the milk glass and brought it to Bruce. "Drink it."

Bruce had nothing to do with Alfred, so he took the milk and drank it in one gulp. "You can rest assured this time!"

Alfred put the empty glass on the tray and "have a good rest." After finishing speaking, he walked out of the room.

Bruce wanted to scrub in the bathroom, but felt dizzy as soon as he stood up.

Bruce fell to the bed and supported his dizzy head, his dull brain finally realized what was going on.

There was a knock on the door, and Bruce looked at the old butler standing outside the door.

"Aff." Bruce didn't expect the old butler to give him milk with tranquilizers in order to let him stay at home and recuperate.

Alfred walked to the bed, "Master, I can't help it either, if you don't do this, you will definitely run out again."

Bruce laughed angrily, "You are really..." As he spoke, Alfred helped him to lie down on the bed.

"Go to sleep! Master, you are too tired, and you still have injuries on your body, what can you do if you don't rest."

Bruce glared at Alfred before closing his eyes and going to sleep unwillingly.

Seeing that Bruce was breathing evenly and seemed to be asleep, Alfred covered Bruce with a blanket.

He didn't want to do it either, but Bruce didn't listen to him, so he had to do it.

"Good night, sir."

Alfred exits the room and closes the door.

……

the next day.After Leo woke up, he went to the bathroom to wash, changed his clothes and went to the living room.

"Master Leo is awake, wait a moment, I'll warm up the pie for you."

"Did I get up late?" Leo followed Alfred into the restaurant and saw leftover food on the table.

"No, Master and Master Damian haven't woken up yet!" Alfred said as he cleaned up the remaining half of the pie and chicken wing bones on the table. "These are leftovers from Master Dick and Master Tim."

Leo didn't see them in the living room, so he asked, "Did they go to work?"

"Yes, they went to work." After Alfred finished speaking, he turned around and threw the rest of the food into the trash can.

After washing his hands in the sink, Alfred heard footsteps outside the restaurant just as he was about to heat Leo’s pie in the microwave.

Alfred turned his head to see Bruce walking into the restaurant. "Master, you're awake too, don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

"No," Bruce glared at Alfred, "I've had enough sleep." He slept for more than ten hours last night, and it was the first time he slept so much.

Leo said hello, "Mr. Bruce, good morning."

"Well, good morning." Bruce sat on the chair and asked Leo, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Leo sat down in yesterday's seat and said, "I slept well."

Bruce asked him, "Clark asked me to help you find your father yesterday. Do you remember your father's name and appearance?"

Leo nodded, then shook his head again.

Bruce raised his eyebrows, "Do you remember, or don't you remember?"

Leo didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't say it. When he thought of his father, several men appeared in his mind!

"I don't remember my father's name, and I don't know how to describe my father's appearance."

Alfred suggested, "If you don't know how to describe it, just draw it." Then, he found a pen and paper for Leo.

Leo picked up the pen and seriously drew on the paper, and the drawing was finished in a short while.

Alfred looked at the abstract paintings drawn by Leo, and praised: "Master Leo's paintings are really good."

Bruce glanced at him, then looked at the abstract painting that could not even distinguish the face, and felt that the old butler needed reading glasses.

It would be strange if someone could be found based on this painting!

Leo was a little embarrassed, "I don't draw very well."

Bruce said, "It's okay, I'm thinking of another way."

"Let's have breakfast!" Alfred brought the hot pie to the dining table and distributed it to Leo and Bruce's plates.

Leo picked up the pie and took a bite, "The pie made by Grandpa Afu is really delicious."

"Eat more if it tastes good." Alfred looked at the well-behaved Leo with love in his eyes.

Compared to their hot-tempered young master, Master Leo is simply a little angel.