American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

Wayne Manor.

Bruce stood at the door, hesitant to enter.

After taking one last look at Peter, who was standing behind him and looking at him with encouraging eyes, he pressed the doorbell uneasily.

After the doorbell rang, Alfred opened the door and walked out of the room.

After seeing Bruce standing outside the door, the two people's eyes met, and Alfred walked forward quickly with a flash of astonishment in his eyes, "Bruce!"

Bruce looked at Alfred a little helplessly.

He knew there might be another Bruce in the manor now, and he wasn't sure if the butler would recognize him.

Before Bruce's thoughts could finish, Alfred held his hand excitedly, "That's great, Master Bruce, you are finally back."

Bruce looked at his butler blankly and asked stammeringly: "Alfred, do you know about the fake Bruce?"

"Yes, I understand. Even though he pretends to be very similar to you, the truth will eventually be revealed. The previous phone call from Metropolis was from you, right, Master Bruce?"

"Yes."

Bruce held the butler's hand, feeling the familiar scent that he had not seen for a long time, and complicated emotions surged in his heart.

After a while, he raised his head and asked the other party: "Where is that fake Bruce now? Alfred."

"He has run away."

Alfred said with some regret.

After saying a few words about fake Bruce, he asked about Bruce's experience these days.

"Mr. Padrick gave it to me"

Bruce said and pointed his finger at the original Peter, only to find that the other person had disappeared.

The place where Peter had been standing was empty.

The slender and fragile pine needles whispered in the wind, and the dark tree shadows swayed. It seemed that in the next second, Peter would come out of the shadows to say hello to the two of them.

But Bruce knew that Peter might never come out of that shadow.

"I"

He took a deep breath and said to Alfred: "I have been in Metropolis these days. I know a gentleman who has been taking care of me."

Alfred asked curiously: "Who?"

"Mr. Peter Padrick."

Bruce suddenly asked the butler with a relaxed expression: "Alfred, I remember there is a uniform, a cold-proof suit that I customized for a Christmas, made of space materials, and there is a small golden plate on the chest, maybe maybe You can change it and change the golden small plate into a bat logo.”

Alfred looked at him confused, "That uniform is indeed still there, Master, what do you want to do with it?"

"I want to be like Mr. Padrick, incarnate the fear in the night."

Bruce looked at the street outside. "The riots outside have not stopped yet. Alfred, we can do our part to prevent those bad things from happening."

"You'll support me, right?"

Alfred looked at Bruce blankly, and for a moment, he suddenly felt that the young master had grown up.

He nodded, "Of course, Master."

The next day.

As the wildfire is gradually extinguished, the fire alarm in Smallville has also been lifted.

Peter and Jonathan's family drove back to the farm.

Padrick Farm.

“Life is like rolling dice.”

Azu suddenly sighed with emotion.

Clark, who was helping to organize farm tools, didn't react for a moment and looked at him in confusion.

"Are you tired, John?"

"No, I just didn't expect that we could come back so quickly and that the farm wasn't destroyed by wildfires."

Azu put the pitchfork aside and said happily: "When I grow up, I can successfully inherit my father's farm."

"Don't you want to go to college?"

Clark asked confused.

"No, I don't want to."

"But the godfather said we would all go to college."

Azu disagreed, "Bruce didn't go to school."

"He's special."

"Special? He's just richer. If it weren't for his father, he would have been abducted by those traffickers long ago."

Clark was curious about the conflict between Azu and Bruce, "Do you hate Bruce? John."

"Yes, I believe he hates me too."

Azu said nonchalantly: "Maybe he is secretly planning how to deal with me, or thinking about what uses my head can be used for in the future. It would be good to make a skull candy dish, or a lamp."

Clark was stunned by Azu's outrageous statement.

Azu has watched some horror movies recently, and he wants to make a skull fruit plate out of his skull!

Azu didn't notice Clark's expression and continued:

"Have you ever seen the Day of the Dead in Mexico? Clark, those colorfully decorated altars - bananas, bread of the dead, marigolds, mangoes, red ribbons, yellow ribbons."

"But what impressed me the most were those unique skull candies: skulls made of hard tempered egg whites, symbolizing death, dotted with various candies and snacks to make eyes and mouth shapes. It must taste delicious. I I have to ask dad to buy some for me.”

Clark was transfixed by Azu's description of the horrors of the Day of the Dead.

Worried, he felt he had to tell his godfather about Azu's obsession with skeletons from Mexico's Day of the Dead.

evening.

Peter talks to Martian Manhunter in the living room.

Martian Manhunter has not returned to Smallville now, but continues to stay in Metropolis and create an orphanage according to Peter's instructions.

The street kids who helped Bruce in Metropolis and the fire man who escaped from the Owl Lab were all placed in an orphanage according to Peter's plan.

He did not suddenly have a kind heart, but was considering the future layout.

The fire man whose memory was sealed by the Martian Manhunter and returned to normal was a safety he set up, and maybe he could be used somewhere in the future.

After hanging up the phone, the doorbell rang outside.

Peter opened the door and found a FedEx man standing outside.

"Mr. Padrick?"

"Yes."

"Here is a package for you, please sign for it."

After taking the package from the courier in surprise, Peter went upstairs and opened it.

The package was sent from Gotham. In addition to a check for 20,000 US dollars, there was also a transfer document for the ownership of the Metropolitan Bar, and his name was written on the transfer document holder column.

"Quick action."

After complaining about Bruce's quick action, Peter was about to put the package away, but he didn't expect that there was something else inside.

With a "click", the simple and elegant watch with a shining case fell out.

Peter picked up the watch and looked at the fine patterns on it.

He didn't expect that Bruce still insisted on giving him the watch.

Shaking his head, he looked at the system watch on his wrist.

Unfortunately, the watch given to him by the system cannot be taken off.

So now the watch given by Bruce can only be used as a collection for the time being.

He stretched out his arm and looked at the pointer of the system watch on his wrist.

The pointer moved slowly forward and was about to reach the end.

Does this mean that the second baby is about to be born?

He stood up in thought and looked up at the darkening sky outside the window.