A meow and a dog

Bruce struggled to minimize his own presence.

The blood red stained on his fingers two months ago has not dissipated, and his mother's screams accompanied by gunshots still linger in his ears.The Wayne house became empty, only Alfred tirelessly baked cookies for three people, and then silently dumped two of them into the trash can, leaving only the residual smell of syrup and flour— —The kind that Bruce hates.

Alfred knelt down to look at the dazed Bruce, held his hand, and kept his voice as steady as before, "Master Bruce, everything will be fine."

Bruce didn't answer, his eyes passed over the side of the elderly butler, and stayed in the deserted garden.

But those beautiful and lovely flowers withered with the death of the mistress who loved them.

Bruce suddenly felt scared. "Afu, where are mom and dad?" The young child looked at the last person he was close to and asked as if talking to himself.

Alfred squeezed the little master's cold palm, and replied with a smile: "Oh, Master Bruce, I think they should go to a better world. A better world than Gotham."

"And me, Aff. Why didn't they take me?"

"Because the young master wants to take care of me, isn't it?" The butler tilted his head slightly, letting half of his face be hidden in the darkness.

"Oh, yes, I want to take care of you, Aff." Bruce said meekly, holding the other's hand back, trying to pass the warmth of his fingertips across. "Hey, Fred, you're so cold. Let's play a game."

"What game are you playing, Master Bruce?"

"I'll hide, come find me." Bruce said happily, a little blush stained the child's pale face, and seemed to illuminate the dull blue in his eyes.He jumped off the chair, rushed out the door, turned his head and made a face at Alfred, "Alfred, if you can't find it, I won't go out!"

The butler suddenly felt a bad premonition, and reached out to grab his young master.But Bruce disappeared in three jumps and two jumps, letting himself disappear from the sight of the old man who was holding back his grief.

So Alfred never found his little master again.Even though Wayne House was thoroughly searched, the child was floating in the air like light smoke.

Bruce stood in the corner of the master bedroom on the second floor, watching the police passing by and Alfred sitting on a wooden chair wiping his tears.

"Aff," he called.

No one cares about him.

The boy squatted in the corner, with his head on his knees.

Martha Wayne and Thomas Wayne stood in the picture smiling silently.

Bruce is trying to get the butler's attention again, but as always, whenever he touches the butler, or tries to get out of the room, he will return to that corner after a burst of dizziness, as if imprisoned in a high tower, he People could see the people passing by under the tower, but no one looked up to see if there were a pair of blue eyes full of longing and pain in the small window that was ornately decorated but covered with ivy on the top of the tower.

At first, Bruce thought it was God's punishment. He chanted the prayers he had seen from movies and TV, hoping that God and angels would come to save him, but Bruce didn't wait for anything.

Alfred was sitting in the wooden chair again, flipping through some thick photo albums - thank God, it made him feel better after losing his little master.

Alfred didn't need to bake cookies, he didn't need to put the tearful Bruce to sleep, he could even sit here with his rotten bones for a few hours, and then persuade His little master was still lying on the bed in this bedroom, waiting for him to bring him back from his nightmare—just like he and Master Thomas used to do.Alfred put the photo album on the table, stood up, and was about to leave here to get some tea outside, and then kill his boring afternoon.

Oh wait.Alfred said to himself, turned and walked to the bedside table, intending to pick up the photo frame and wipe the dust.However, just as Alfred touched the edge of the picture frame, his ears were sensitive to hear a low whimper.

"...Master Bruce?"

"Afu..." The silhouette of the weeping boy gradually appeared, and suddenly appeared in front of the housekeeper.

Alfred leaned over and hugged Bruce, and comforted him in a low voice: "I am here, Master Bruce. You have to believe that I can always find you, no matter when and where."

"I trust you." Bruce mumbled. "And I have to take care of you, Aff."

"Oh, yes, that's right, master. Then you can go to that beautiful place with the master and the others."

"No." Bruce broke free from Afu's arms, with stubbornness in his immature voice, "I want to be with you all the time, because you will disappear suddenly like me. How sad you are, no one has gone yet Looking for you."

Alfred looked at Bruce in surprise, and finally decided not to tell the young master that it was just a damn accident, "You know, Master Bruce. I'm very welcome. But now, I personally think you should go wash your face and eat something , and then go to sleep."

"...Aff..."

"I insist, Master Bruce. Or you'll break my heart."

"Then I don't want milk, Fred."

"No, I insist."

"...Okay then, Alfred."

The author has something to say:

This article is so scumbag that I dare not look directly at it, it really feels like I haven’t found it yet, QAQ.As for why Bruce disappeared suddenly, well, you can ignore this point mellowly (hey!), I haven’t figured out how to tell you yet hahaha (mud!)......

The stalk of this article comes from "Smallville", one of the blockbusters that a certain is currently conquering (why is it a blockbuster, because it has ten seasons, and the Superman in the sixth season that a certain has seen has not yet put on a uniform) , presumably Lex is trapped in another frequency, he can see others, but others cannot see him.

I think this stalk is good~ but the result is...

Cough, recently Calvin, coupled with the [wow——] plot of Smallville, so I decided to come to the family drama QAQ, whoever let me see the word Superman, I will—hmph (eyes leaking fiercely)

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