[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Batman was seriously injured in the mission to save his son across the universe, so serious that he got off the Batship and was almost treated as an intruder by the Justice League.

Fortunately, Steel Bone repeatedly emphasized that the identification system of the watchtower has scanned and verified that this is Batman himself. The heroes watched carefully for a while before confirming that the gentleman with swollen cheeks and almost unable to wear a bat hood is their good friend. Buddy Batman.

It seems that the universe is full of brutal enemies!Haven't you seen how Batman gets beaten up?

The alliance members' respect for Batman reached its peak when they saw the little birds getting out of the bat spaceship one after another.Compared with Batman, his three children seem to be completely classified as "unscathed". Except that Damian and Jason are inevitably a little dirty and damaged because they have fought against Egg. It looks like a clean red Robin.

--ah!Father's love is like a mountain, Batman must use his body as a shield to protect his children in a perilous universe!

Sure enough, if you want to talk about the model family of the alliance, you have to mention the Gotham Bat family!

With this understanding in mind, when the heroes finished their watchtower duties, they returned home and watched the gossip about Gotham baby Bruce Wayne disappearing in front of the screen for a few days, and today he was photographed with a bruised nose and a swollen face suspected of being domestically abused. At that time, all of them laughed without saying a word.

The return of Bruce and the children was warmly welcomed. Dick put one hand around Jason's neck and the other around Tim's neck, holding them both tightly in his arms, and Using the two of them, one left and one right, successfully sandwiched Damian in the middle, and achieved a difficult action of hugging three younger brothers.

It's not that Bruce likes Dick's hugs very much, but as a dad who travels through the universe and blows up a psychotic planet to save a galaxy, Bruce feels that he is obviously being treated coldly.

"Oh, Master Jason, Master Damian, look at the two of you, hurry up and sit on the examination table, let me check it carefully." Alfred held the medicine box with a distressed expression, and put the two The young masters rushed to the inspection table of the Batcave like chicks, ignoring Jason's impatient: "I'm fine!" or Damian's: "You worry too much, Pennyworth."

Bruce reached out and touched his swollen half of his face... Hiss!it hurts!

Dick is like a competent little nurse, running around in the Batcave under Alfred's command, helping to hand out disinfectant and gauze.

Bruce looked at his loyal butler, who existed like a father, and looked at a slight scratch on the side of Jason's chin, showing an expression as if he saw a huge wound that needed ten stitches. The protruding eyebrows... Hey, they are also swollen, it hurts so much.

Tim was slowly peeling off his uniform, took out towels and toilet utensils from the cabinet, hummed Peter Quill's classic old song and walked leisurely to the shower room, and soon heard the sound of splashing water sounded.Groot, who had grown to the height of Bruce's waist, walked down from the mansion with three bottles of drinks in his arms. When passing by Bruce, he looked up at him and said rudely, "I'm Groot." (Get out of the way! )

Bruce took a step aside silently, watching Groot walk towards Jason and the others, handing beer to Jason and Dick, and juice to Damian: "I'm Groot." (Just go home safely. )

He rubbed his waist... Tsk, it really hurts when he touches it.Bruce walked to the empty examination table by himself, carefully took off the headgear, took off the armor one by one and put them on the table as far as possible so as not to affect the sore and trembling muscles. Check each of these armor pieces one by one.

Taking a look in the mirror, Bruce somewhat understood why the others had that expression when they saw him get off the spaceship earlier.

Disinfection|potion and physiological saline were placed next to it. Bruce washed the visible wound with normal saline first, and then used a cotton swab full of disinfectant|potion to carefully smear the wound.

In the past, this was all Ah Fu's work, and he was the stubborn patient who insisted that minor injuries did not require such a lot of trouble.He rarely saw what he looked like when he was injured. What Bruce remembered most was Alfred's furrowed brow, slightly narrowed eyes, and the deep crease on his forehead.

Sometimes he woke up on the hospital bed, clearly felt the bandages and patches wrapped around his body, and smelled the medicine at the tip of his nose.Ah Fu can always push the dining car to deliver hot sick meals not long after he wakes up, and say with a stern face and an unhappy expression: "I'm so glad you woke up, Master Bruce."

Well, Bruce thinks he can understand where Fuk gets upset if he keeps letting Fuk see himself like this.But if a few wounds can bring his children home whole and whole, and save Gotham from a child who lost his parents in a dark alley, then Bruce feels that the wounds are worth it.

The first cotton swab was already covered with blood from the wound, Bruce casually threw it into the medical waste beside him, and when he reached out to take a cotton swab, he felt another presence approaching from the side.

A pair of female, exquisite hands pinched the medical surgical scissors that Bruce was poking towards him, and along the scissors touched Bruce's arm, pressed it back to Bruce's side and took away the medical tool.

"Talia." Bruce didn't know how to feel about the woman he had loved (maybe still loved), the mother of his children, but also his enemy.

She shouldn't be here.

He should have revoked Thalia's access to the Batcave long before the end of their brief marriage.But he didn't, and Thalia never set foot in the Batcave again, as if that blissful past never existed.

"Honey." Talia calmly nodded to Bruce, then put on latex gloves, picked up the potion and cotton swabs that were set aside, and started Bruce's half-way work.

Thalia's expression was calm, as if she was just doing ordinary daily chores like drinking coffee and reading magazines, but the movements of her hands were gentle but cautious, and she didn't miss any small wounds, which was comparable to that of a national treasure. Experts in the restoration of cultural relics are gently treating thousands of years of cultural treasures.

"You're not surprised I'm here, honey." Thalia tore open a new pack of gauze, cut a section over the medicated wound.

Bruce's eyes flicked to Jason and Damian, who were trying to pretend they didn't know what was going on here.

"Jason and Damian suddenly disappeared on the map. It's not unimaginable for you to intervene in the investigation." Bruce turned around in response to Thalia's movement, allowing her to examine the bruises on his side.He could feel Thalia's cool hand on his bruised part, assessing the extent of the injury.

Just like the time they shared.

"You missed a little bit." Thalia took back the ice pack to cover the bruised wound, and Bruce suspected that she put the ice pack on it all at once on purpose, "Only Nightwing is left in Gotham City to take care of it. You can also see your alliance friends."

"I... thank you for your concern." Bruce never thought that he would be one of the reasons why Talia came to Gotham. Maybe she was the same as him, but it didn't matter anymore. There was too much love between them. The difference between each other is doomed that all feelings will not have long-term results.

"Huh." Thalia snorted, gouged Bruce's eyes to show that she understood the clear alienation behind Bruce's polite words, took off her gloves and walked to the children's side without looking back.

Bruce closed his eyes and sighed silently.Jason also had the same murderous eyes when he beat him, and Damian's dissatisfied hen was also very similar to Thalia's.If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would have thought of "trying it for the children", but Bruce knew that no matter if Rayshaw was behind the scenes, Thalia couldn't let go of the League of Assassins, just like he couldn't let go of Gotham. You can walk side by side for a short time, but you must part ways after all.

Bruce would rather maintain a broken family without a mother than to expose the children to the dilemma of being caught between their parents.

It's fine to keep it that way.

He accepts that Thalia is the mother of the children, tacitly accepts that there is still communication between them, and he can even keep Thalia's authority in the system (but with some restrictions), but he will never let go.

Ah Fu brought cucumber sandwiches and hot black tea.

"I'm sorry, Fu." Bruce had already figured out what happened to Fu and Dick's attitude of turning a blind eye to him, "I'm really sorry."

Tim wasn't as easy on him as Jason or Damian was.He just looked at his injuries with scrutiny, and then began to bow his head and keep typing on his phone, until they returned to the watchtower, Tim didn't say a word to him.

This little spy must have reported the process of his injury and the reason to Afu and Dick (or reported to Afu, but it did not escape Dick's eyes).

"You'd better be like this." The butler set up a filter on the teacup and began to pour black tea into the cup. "The young masters may be stronger and more capable than ordinary children, but they still need their father."

Bruce silently lowered his head and bit down on the cucumber sandwich, which was his taste since childhood.

"Parents are destined to walk ahead of their children." Alfred said suddenly, his tone was a bit blunt, and Bruce couldn't help raising his head to face the old man's more flat and indifferent face than before, "Some people run Go faster, some people go slower, but no parent likes to see their children running ahead of them, it's such a disgrace, don't you understand, Master Bruce?"

He suddenly felt that he had become the child who had done something wrong again and couldn't hold his head up in front of Ah Fu.

He understands.How could he who had been "lost face" not understand?

"Now, finish your sandwich and have a cup of tea." Alfred began to pack up Batman's armor, planning to hide them in a location where only one person in the family would know, "We'll talk in twelve hours. "

"Master Richard, can you kindly help me and carry your father and brothers back to the room?" Afu glanced at the crooked bats and birds, and gave Groot An encouraging look, "Master Timothy, if you need some assistance..."

"No thanks, Fu!" Tim hurried back to the mansion.

Long live Alfred!