How to be a hero with Crispy Skin Cure

How could she have such an idea, how could she ask such a stupid question.

Her guess was not wrong, she had indeed known the secret identities of the whole family long ago.

Bruce crouched down, resting Fiona's head on his arm.

The hand he held tightly was gradually becoming cold.

"You are my first child, Fiona. Nothing and nothing can change the relationship between us. You are my child and always will be."

She has received all his fatherly love.And what he gave to the other children were all new additions, and nothing was transferred from her.

This is the little life he greeted personally.

When she was still in his mother's womb, he imagined the future related to her.

Whether the upcoming child is a boy or a girl, Bruce's only hope is that he or she will grow up healthy and safe.

For her, Bruce has seriously considered marrying Elizabeth—that is, her mother. He wants to give Fiona a complete family.

Elizabeth ultimately rejected the offer and committed suicide shortly after giving birth.Apart from a name, she left Fiona with little maternal love.

In order not to make her feel sorry, Bruce just made himself love her twice as much.

When she was just born, she was still a wrinkled mass, incredibly light.The little baby is changing almost every moment, and Bruce loves her so much that he often holds her for hours and tells Alfred that it is an exercise for his arms.

In order to take care of Fiona, he learned to soak milk powder to change diapers.Even with a professional babysitter at home, he prefers to do these things himself whenever he is free.

The consequence of this is that he successfully raised her to be extremely delicate.She was quite clingy when she couldn't talk, and she would cry when she opened her eyes and she wasn't around her.

Just like now, the tears fell one by one, making Bruce's heart almost break.

It doesn't matter if she is a hero or not, she just needs to grow up carefree.

"You're fine, you've always been a good boy."

What he wants to say most is actually, don't sacrifice yourself like this, he just wants her to live well.

But looking at the hope shining in her eyes, he couldn't say anything to persuade her to be more selfish.

Batman, himself—

In a sense, probably the worst role model.

The wind blew through his hair.

The frozen second hand turned again, and Bruce heard loud shouts.

Fiona used her last strength to show a satisfied smile.

The sound of her heartbeat was buried in the noise around her and could never be heard again.

This is her second death in the dream world.

When his consciousness was invaded by darkness, Bruce suddenly realized that he might not have really understood his child.

In Fiona's fictional plot, both of her deaths would count as honorable sacrifices.

The idea, with its obvious self-destructive tendencies, terrified Bruce, while the other, she said, was a hero...

She also has such a mind and goal.

Not every parent wants their children to be successors, and Bruce hopes that she will not even get involved.

No one understands better than him how much blood and suffering is required for such a bright and just word.

If she was born extraordinary, Bruce would probably do everything in his power to raise her.He will patiently teach her all life-saving skills and means of defeating the enemy, pave a broad road for her, escort her all the way, and help her get countless flowers and applause.

But she doesn't have that condition—even though she is the best little princess in the world in her heart, objectively, Bruce has to admit that she doesn't have the qualities to be a superhero.

Her body is worse than that of ordinary people, and her intelligence is also of average level.Bruce knew her instincts were right, but the more times her conclusions were right without rigorous analysis, the more likely they were to kill her if they were occasionally wrong.

He had also tried to discover her specialty in logical reasoning, which was more conducive to protecting himself when superimposed with her intuition.Unfortunately, she's not great at it.

If Fiona wanted anything, Bruce would have it for her.But in this matter, he couldn't convince himself to agree.

This was her wish, her longing, and he also had brief moments of pride and pride, but the images of her two deaths were still firmly on the other end of the balance.

He could believe that this wasn't an illusion that Caroline had conjured up for him—if she knew that these things would appear in her dreams, it would be absolutely impossible for her to let herself see them.

He disagrees, he cannot accept it.

If her mission and desire were sacrifices, then asking Bruce to nod and say yes to all of this would be like handing him a knife to stab Fiona in the heart himself.

His eyes lit up again.

Another world that is no longer unfamiliar is... Wayne Manor.

In her dream, she would also miss the way home.

The scene in front of me was not daytime, but night.The mansion is empty, Alfred assists him in the Batcave, and little Fiona pokes her head out of the room.

Bruce stood right in front of her, watched her look around, and was about to close the door in disappointment.

She couldn't see herself again.

He squeezed in before the door of her room was closed.Fiona walked slowly back to her bed, holding the bear who was sleeping with her in her left hand, not aware of his presence.

Fiona was about eight years old at this time.After several years of psychotherapy, she has gradually recovered her normal thinking ability, and her language expression is not inferior to her peers.

From the appearance alone, no one could see that she had suffered severe psychological torture, leaving a shadow that could not be completely pulled out.

She stepped on the small stool, climbed onto the bed and lay down.

It's actually easy to fall over, and Bruce has provided her with a crib that matches her height, but Fiona wants the same size as Dick.

She would no longer use crying to express her emotions, but who could bear to watch her show such envious and wronged eyes—it was just a bed.

Fiona is the most worry-free and obedient child in the Wayne family, she even sleeps obediently.

She would pull the quilt up to her neck, put her two little hands under the quilt, and would not kick her feet when she fell asleep.

She hugged the bear and gazed at the soft lights on the ceiling.

She is afraid of the dark and does not turn off the lights when she sleeps.

Bruce sat on the edge of her bed, stroking her forehead lightly.Even if you can't touch her, you can feel how soft and delicate her skin is.

That's right.

Those rough and ugly scars, scorched bones and flesh should not belong to his daughter.

"Betty, when will father come home?"

Fiona changed her sleeping position, lying on her side facing the cub she was holding, "Riya said that her father loves her very much, and he has to kiss her every night before she can go to sleep. Why doesn't my father kiss me?"

"He does not love me."

Fiona's eyes turned red, and tears fell as soon as she said it, dripping onto her pillow.

"No...it's not like that."

Bruce tried to wipe the tears from her face, but again in vain.He called her name, but she cried more and more fiercely.

He can only hope that he can go home soon.Only he who has a physical body can hold this delicate and unreasonable little crying bag in his arms.

He waited for a long, long time, until Fiona couldn't cry, and the pillow was wet, and he didn't wait for Batman to come home.

Crying like this doesn't get anyone's attention.She didn't cry aloud, just sobbed softly, it was hard for Ah Fu who was busy with other matters to pay attention.

And he himself—

He would just push open the door of her room, make sure that she was sleeping soundly in bed, and then turn around and leave.Even most of the time he won't come to see it in person, just glance at the monitor in the room.

Maybe he came back a long time ago, but he didn't come here to see her.

Or, in Fiona's dream, he would probably be set as not

appear.

Bruce has always known that he is not a qualified father, but being so directly shown from her perspective in his daughter's dream still makes him almost overwhelmed with guilt.

How old is she, when children love to compare with others.What's more, all she wanted was just a kiss.

Even in a dream, she didn't fulfill her wish.

In fact, it's not true that he never kissed his child.

On very occasional nights, when he was not injured, his body would not smell of blood, and the group of mental patients were relatively peaceful and peaceful, he would quietly go to her bedside, and when she was asleep, Leave a goodnight kiss.

These, she does not know.

He did this very rarely, because he didn't want to disturb Fiona's rest.The quality of her sleep has always been poor due to the row of drugs Emily randomly picked up at the pharmacy.

But the love that was not perceived by her turned out to be meaningless.

She still cries in her dreams.Perhaps such a scene has also been staged in reality.

His Fiona just kept a motionless posture like this, the tears on her face were all dried up, and her sadness didn't fade away.

Even if he held her forehead earnestly and made up for the love he had missed for countless nights, it was still too late for these untouchable, unfeeling kisses.

They can't travel through time and space and make up for the regrets he left behind.

There was a noise from outside the room.Normally, Batman wouldn't allow his return to cause such a big commotion, but Fiona's dream didn't care about that.

Her eyes lit up instantly.

Bruce couldn't help frowning as he watched her wipe away tears casually, stepping barefoot on the cold floor without even wearing cotton slippers.

The daughter who was in her arms couldn't wait to run to the father in her dream.Even though it was clear that the other person was himself, Bruce still felt slightly sour.

Well, go and see him, whom Fiona is looking forward to so much.