The bat's family Wayne [Comprehensive British and American]

Gotham.

It was rare that there was a heavy snowfall, and the dark Gotham was dyed white by the gift from heaven, and the color was as bright as a different city.Colorful lights snake across the rooftops and sky, twining around the giant Christmas tree in the city center.

Under the tree, there are temporary sheds propped up, and there are all kinds of Christmas-like goods, and people’s smiling faces are almost as bright as Christmas hats.

Gotham suddenly became Christmas Town.

Brucey crouched over Gotham for a moment, then tilted his head at Officer Gordon after receiving his gaze.

Look again, Batman squatting on the roof has disappeared.

Brucey rides the Batmotor back to the Batcave under the Wayne Manor.It was brightly lit and hung with bright Christmas ribbons by Alfred.

Looking at the brightly lit bat cave, Brussie paused for a moment, and couldn't help covering his face and taking a deep breath——

Obviously Bruce's Batcave is always so mysterious, as cold and repulsive as Batman's temperament.Why come to me, the bat cave is often dressed up, not like a dark and gloomy bat cave?

Thomas was waiting for him in the Batcave.

Three years of time did not make Thomas forget Batman's life-saving grace. On the contrary, he respected everything Brucey had done in these years.

Thomas dared to say that funding Batman was the most correct decision he made.He almost watched the other party grow from youthful to mature, and began to be able to deal with the crimes in this city with ease... until now.

Thomas believes that Gotham will get better, but he is also sure that without Batman, Gotham would not be so good.

Brucey glanced at him and went up to him.

"What's the matter?" His voice was still hoarse from the voice changer.

"Today is Christmas," Thomas said.

Batman's exposed lips pursed: "So?"

"As a funded person, I think you would be willing to meet the investor's small request?"

"..."

Brucey thought for a moment of the poor Batman squeezed by Wayne in the memory palace.

Time has passed so long, but the memory at that time is still so clear.He paused, put aside the association, and looked at Thomas: "What request?"

Without violating the requirements of the principle, Brucey will of course satisfy Thomas - after all, he is his own biological father.Although Thomas didn't know that the Batman in front of him was his son.

"For Christmas, we want to invite you to dinner."

"Martha and Bruce are already waiting for you at the dinner table." Thomas smiled. "Come on—it's Christmas! Even Batman has no reason to be alone in his bed on this day." In the cottage."

"—the cold bat cave is even worse!"

Bruce froze.

The next moment, before Thomas noticed his gaffe, Batman had tilted his head in a disguised manner and turned around.

"That's your family's celebration, not mine."

Facing Thomas Wayne, Brucey was always a little less principled.

Batman finally showed up at the dinner table.Alfred gave him a soft, smiling look, Martha smiled at him, and little Bruce—

For some reason, Bruce avoided appearing in front of the other party, but he was still able to learn a lot about the other party from Thomas.For example, Bruce Jr. regarded Batman as his idol, and even customized a set of Batman's cloak for this purpose...

Ah, yes, Thomas also asked Brussie to sign an autograph for his youngest son as a Christmas present.

Brucey raised his eyes to look at little Brucey, and met a pair of round blue eyes full of excitement.

"Hello! Batman!" Little Bruce grinned, revealing the cavities in his mouth that hadn't been replaced yet.But the boy didn't care about that.He used almost all of his control to keep from jumping up from his seat, "I'm your fan! Would you like to sign me?"

No one thinks that Brucey, who still wears a Batman helmet at Christmas, is out of place here, and everything he sees is full of good intentions——

Bruce Bat pursed his lips restrainedly, trying not to let himself melt into this familiar atmosphere.

He glanced around and sat down at the table.Batman's temperament is like the unchanging cornerstone of Gotham's architecture: "I can't give you an autograph." He rejected little Bruce, and said hello to Martha and Alfred.

"Merry Christmas." Martha smiled at him.

The atmosphere for a Christmas dinner is exceptionally friendly.Even if Batman always wears his helmet, covering at least half of his face, no one makes Bruce feel uncomfortable about it.Even Bruce Jr., just 11 years old, at the age of most curious, doesn't ask Batman any questions about his helmet-wearing behavior.

It makes people feel comfortable.

After Christmas dinner, Thomas and Martha looked at each other.

"Batman." Thomas sent Bruce back to his small villa near Wayne Manor, "You should have been in Gotham for three years?"

The male owner was driving the car, looking ahead.

"It's our fault, we've known each other for three years, and we still don't know much about you," he said, "Apart from being Batman, do you have any hobbies?"

"Like swimming, reading, going to a bar for a drink?"

Bruce didn't understand why Thomas brought up the subject.It sounded like he was prying into his private life, but Thomas' attitude was too casual, as if he was afraid that showing concern would scare away Batman who was sitting in the co-pilot.

"..." Bruce Bat didn't know how to answer.

Thomas seemed to have expected such a result.He looked ahead, and Batman's nest was already looming in his field of vision: "Or get off here?"

"Ah."

He watched Batman open the car door, lowered his head slightly to get out.

"Don't think too much, I don't mean anything else." Thomas said, smiling at Batman who turned his head, "Martha and I prepared a gift for you, I hope you like it. If you don't like it... I'd say it was more of Martha's idea."

He dug out a wrapped present from the backseat and stuffed it into Bruce's hand.

"Merry Christmas, Batman."

Brucey squeezed the package in his hand, but didn't know what the touch was.

"Merry Christmas," Batman said.

Bruce took the package and returned to the small villa where he lived.

Everything in the room is still the same as when I left this afternoon, unlike the Batcave which has been dyed with strong festive colors.

Bruce couldn't tell if he was relieved.

He took off his hood, sat down on the sofa, and began to unwrap the gift from the Waynes.

The delicate ribbon is pulled away, and the reflective cellophane is peeled off.Inside was a pale powder blue gift box.

Bruce turned it on.

A rough bat badge fell first, with Bruce Wayne's name engraved on it.

Then there were the presents from Thomas and Martha—they were held together in thick vellum folders that looked like documents, or something.

Bruce took things out.

The first is a letter written by the two together:

[Dear Batman:

Thank you so much for what you have done for Gotham and us over the past three years.But, as your sponsor, your friend, we want you to have a life of your own too - yes, we think you're so lonely.

Maybe it would be a good idea to go out and look around?

Martha told me that you have a sweetheart. (It really shocked me to be honest) I believe that women are always sharper than us in this regard.

Anyway, for some reason Martha seems to think that your sweetheart has a lot of confidence in her, so she wrote you a letter (I don't know if it will help).Anyway, hope to hear good news from you when you get back from vacation?

the best wishes,

Thomas & Martha]

Attached to the letter are two-person air tickets to the Maldives, and a travel card that has been booked at a travel agency.

There is one more letter.

Bruce took it apart and looked at it.

"..."

He entered the bedroom with a hot face.