When Chaoying meets Little Siren

"Mmmmmmmm!" Damian angrily hit Natasha's back with his foot, Natasha dropped the crazy caterpillar on the ground, Bruce hid his face and didn't want to look directly at the scene, Dick bowed down Body, took the opportunity to poke his face with the index finger.

Looking at Damian's eyes, no one doubted that he would have bitten that finger if he hadn't stuffed the towel in his mouth.

"Elf," said Val, squatting down and looking up at Natasha, who was already turning to leave.

"It's going to bite, don't touch it." Jason sank into the sofa, sighing exhaustedly.

"What, what?" Dick put his head up in a fake way: "Ah, 'I got it wrong', right?"

Damian banged his head on Dick's forehead angrily.

In the end it was Bruce who stopped the farce.

"Damian," he said, taking the towel off the mouth of the youngest and most troubled child in the family: "Go back."

"Father!—" Damian yells at Bruce, "Why can they!"

"It's not a game."

"I've never been playing! I've been training for seven years! Never better than them—"

"Go back, this is not where you should be," Bruce said.

"father--"

Bruce got up, "Alfred." He said, pressing his finger on the communicator: "Location."

The Avengers who were also awakened witnessed how Bruce resolved (or unilaterally strangled) a family conflict within 5 minutes and threw the youngest Robin into the uninhabited man who came to the coast after hearing the news. Pilot a submersible.

"Bat style." Jason sneered.

"Is this how your family solves it?" Tony was amazed at this.

"Going back is really a toss." Dick covered his eyes. "Think about it this way, or I'll live outside for ten days and a half months after this fight, and that's the decision. I won't help you solve it, Bruce."

Bruce looked over with vicissitudes and a little bit of bewilderment in his eyes.

Of course he was at a loss, Damian was almost raised by him and Afu!When Dick collapsed, he thought gloatingly that the debt owed by Bruce should still be on him, not the innocent housekeeper and Robin!

Batman, ignorant of the horrors he was about to face, dryly apologized, and the sky was already glowing white.

"Go back to bed," Jason said, yawning, he'd only gotten three hours of sleep that night.Come on, now that things are done, isn't it time to rest?

The so-called sleep well is efficient.

He walked towards the room, conditioned to call out: "Wei..."

As a result, I looked around, where are people?

Val was clinging to Natasha like a slug, making it impossible for her to move.

She was not heavy, and she wrapped her arms around Natasha's waist like a rope, and Natasha couldn't pull her down forcefully, so she had to hug her up.

With this hug, I hugged him to my room.

The room was dark with no lights on.

"They said." Wei Er buried her head in her lower abdomen: "They said, let me wait for you."

"Then why don't you listen to them?" asked Natasha.

The dumpling huddled in her arms was a little fatter, and there was some flesh on her arms, which was soft and warm against her skin, and she stretched out her hand to squeeze it again.

It is the body that a child without worries would have.

"Because I think, last time you asked me to wait, I didn't wait."

Natasha stroked her hair silently, letting her guilt and anger tighten her internal organs again from head to toe.

"That's why I came to you, and, pestering." The child whispered, his voice was a little weak: "Does Alice hate me?"

long silence.

Natasha sighed as if giving up, and compromised first.

"I wouldn't bring a child I hate into my room."

"Does Alice like me?"

The child's voice became lighter.

Natasha pursed her lips, she could say "I like you" or "I love you" to anyone in fourteen languages ​​with the most sincere tone in the skin of other people, but when she became a naked|naked |Naked Natasha, is she still qualified to say "I love you"?

Natasha like her kind of monster.

long silence.

"Call me Nata," she said after a while.

"Nata." Val responded obediently.

"Yeah," said Natasha, putting her head on top of hers.

"Nata," said the child again, in a soft voice.

"Well. Here I am," Natasha said.

"Nata, Nata, Nata, Nata" the child called Nata many times, and kept getting into her arms, but Natasha let her make trouble.

When the little girl's movements became weaker, Natasha took advantage of the situation and pulled out her arms, thinking that she was sleepy, and wanted to let the child fall asleep on the bed.

Unexpectedly, the child was still awake, dawdling, rubbing against her ear again, whispering something.

"I heard that Nata was outside my window at night."

She paused. "I can't bear to sleep, I can't hear it when I fall asleep, but I'm so sleepy."

Natasha was slightly taken aback.After a while, she said, "Then sleep now."

The child was really sleepy, and said vaguely: "I love you."

Natasha hid a little smile in the dark room.

The little monster she had raised loved her.

--------------------

The author has something to say:

Emotional scenes are much more difficult to write than plots (lay flat)

After arranging Nata, I can finally walk the main line (lay flat)

Up to 2w words of text are over! ! !