[Comprehensive] The daily life of bear children

Since Gotham is still a long way from New York, it is necessary to send Gal to Wayne's house first.

The Starks had changed the route temporarily, so they simply changed it again, making a special detour to Gotham.

The Winter Soldier, who had been waiting to finish his work and go home to eat and sleep, was so hungry that he couldn't stand it.

Holding a submachine gun with an unhappy face, waving his metal arms in disregard of the members of Hydra, he rushed to the small supermarket on the side of the road and robbed a box of chocolates, tore the cardboard box, gnawed on the chocolates, and replenished himself. Nutrition and calories.

"Boss, the weapon is out of his mind, he actually robbed a small supermarket..."

After reporting the above incident, a young man of Hydra asked indignantly: "What should we do? Should we take him back first and repair it before using it?"

"Wipe your mouth," a Hydra superior ordered.

"What?" Xiao Luo thought he had heard wrong.

"Wipe his mouth, don't damage the image of the organization." The superior continued to repeat.

Little guy: ...

At the same time, the Stark couple's trip continued to be delayed.

As we all know, Gotham City has always been simple and honest.

So, when they first entered the city, they were met with a warm welcome, three highway robberies, two bank robberies, and one smaller gang fight...it was really normal.

For example, some punk who smashed on their windshield, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, waved at them excitedly.

Howard stepped on the gas pedal with a cold face.

"Is this place really suitable for children to grow up?" Maria patted her chest, frowning and said worriedly.

"I didn't expect it to be like this." Howard also looked serious: "Thomas and the others are not here, and some people seem to have lost control. This city... is being shrouded in darkness."

Maria looked out the window with a gloomy expression.

She kept silent and didn't say anything, and she knew wisely that now was not the time to show kindness.

The car moved forward with difficulty, and the 10-minute journey took more than two hours to drive due to frequent accidents.

Gal didn't notice what was going on outside. He was idly writing a letter in the back of the car with the drawing book and a crayon that Tony gave him.

Always being helped by Damian, he was also grateful.

It is rare to have a good opportunity now, because as a good friend of Damian, he feels that he has an obligation to help Damian create a perfect image in front of his future father.

So, he planned to write a letter to Bruce Wayne.

Dear Mr. Bruce Wayne,

I am a good friend of your future son (two stick figures holding hands are drawn on the side), we have deep feelings and friendship will last forever.In the future, you will have a wonderful son. Your son has a handsome (crossed out) round face, a bad temper (crossed out) personality, a very stubborn (crossed out) assertive, and a dangerous person. Never run away like a fool (strike out, blacken with worry) and face it bravely.

When the little wizard wrote this, Wei Wei stopped writing.

He bit his pen, regretting that he didn't google how to write a few thank-you letters at the beginning. It doesn't feel like it's not enough to make people feel excited if they just write the truth?

'Forget it, I'll make it up myself. '

For this reason, he thought melancholy: "Damian, I even abandoned the principle of honesty for you. So, next time you see me, you must treat me better."

It is much easier to make up nonsense than to write seriously.

Dear Mr. Bruce Wayne,

Your future son is a very good person. He is lively and smart, mischievous and clever. When he grows up, he will be two meters tall, burly, kind and brave. He punches giant dragons and kicks sea monsters.

So, if you know that he is born, you must love him, pet him, kiss and hug him every day!Of course, you must treat his good friends as well. His good friends are good-looking and loyal, and have saved your son from fire and water many times.

In short, Mr. Wayne, to have such a good son, you must have done countless good things in your previous life to get good rewards.

Say important things three times, treat him well, treat him well, treat him well!

If you don't treat him well, you will regret it, he is the best and best kid in the world!

If you treat him well, he will treat you well.

Will be filial to you, will give you grandchildren, oh, and provide for the elderly.

By your son's lifelong best friend

'It should be ok to write like this, right? 'Gal pondered.

So he tore off the paper and childishly folded it into a little frog, intending to hand it over to the Wayne family's butler later, and then ask the butler to hand it over to Master Bruce Wayne.

"Before you were born, I will help you say all the good things in front of your father."

The little wizard thought complacently: "I am really a good friend of the people."

On the other side, when the Starks drove into the empty Wayne Manor, Mrs. Maria finally couldn't bear it.

She said softly, "Howard, let's take little Wayne home, okay?"

Howard was stunned: "Go home? Maria? What do you mean? Isn't Wayne Manor his home? w"

"I mean, go back to our home. Now, neither Gotham nor Wayne Manor is suitable for children to grow up." Her wife Maria said, looking around sadly.

Although the manor is still beautiful, there is a feeling of loneliness that obviously lacks popularity.

Especially in front of a huge house, there was only a bald and graying butler Alfred standing alone, the desolate and lonely atmosphere was overwhelming.

"Didn't you say that when we go back this time, we will retire?" Maria looked sideways in the direction of her husband in the driver's seat, and suddenly smiled and said, "If we retire, we will have a lot of time. Besides, Tony is alone Lonely too, we just took 'Damian' back to keep him company. Look, didn't they have a good time before?"

Looking softly and softly into the future, she said, "Martha's child is my child. We live together in the villa, and when Bruce returns from his trip, we invite him to come too. Tony, Damian, and Bruce, we have a lively family reunion."

Howard's face, which looked too serious and stern when he wasn't smiling, couldn't help but soften a lot in an instant.

The description of family in Maria's words suddenly touched some places deep in his heart, making him wish to immediately abandon his responsibilities and all ambitions for his career...

In the end, he couldn't help but softly said, "You have the final say, Maria."

Maria suddenly showed a bright smile.

On the other end, he racked his brains to praise Damian in the letter, trying to help his friend and create a good image of his future father as a little wizard. He had no idea that the Starks in the front row had already planned not to enter Wayne Manor, Turn around and take him back to Stark's house.

Fortunately, the butler Alfred stopped the car in time.

This loyal butler who has served the Wayne family for many years, even though he was mentally prepared, was still stunned the moment he opened the car door.

He even stretched out his hand involuntarily, and touched the warm cheek of the little wizard: "My God, it's really exactly the same."

Then, under Gal's innocent gaze, he hurriedly withdrew his hand and said sternly, "I'm sorry, young master."

"It's okay." The little wizard said indifferently.

He couldn't understand the rigid way of thinking of the British butler, but as a child with some peculiar survival skills, he could always subconsciously distinguish whether the adult elders in front of him could become the backer for him to be domineering in the future .

And the slightly excited memories and some kind of warm emotion in Alfred's eyes were immediately judged by Garr as harmless and developable.

He simply grabbed Alfred's hand, put it next to his face, and said generously: "Touch it again, it won't be broken, it's okay, you're not rude."

Mr. Housekeeper couldn't help showing a smirk on his face.

It was his very rare smile since the Waynes left.

He couldn't help but bend down, looked at the child with the same face as his young master's when he was young, but was obviously much softer, and asked gently: "Would you like to go in and drink some juice?" Would you like a cookie, young master?"

Gall immediately nodded happily.

At this time, Damian, who was squatting on the roof, unconsciously recalled Alfred's calm and lukewarm expression when he first came to Wayne's house, and a few words from time to time. British sarcasm, I couldn't help snorting with some annoyance: Treat differently!

So, under the warm invitation of Mr. Butler...

The Starks took their children and went in for afternoon tea.

On the other side, the Winter Soldier continued his long wait.

He is sitting on a cardboard box containing chocolates, drinking the baby yogurt he snatched: not happy.JPG

Hydra's minion, took a tissue and wiped the black chocolate shavings from the corner of his mouth.

Then, he turned his head and held the phone, and yelled at the bald-headed Obaday, a legendary insider who provided information: You said you could arrive last night, and it's almost four o'clock in the afternoon the next day!What about the Starks?What about the car! ?Useless trash!

Obaday: Never go the normal way, wayward Stark bastard!

But he still had to hold back his anger and call Howard, pretending to remind, but in fact asked cryptically, "Boss, shouldn't you take Mrs. Maria on your private plane and fly to the Bahamas for vacation now? But The pilot just said to me that you haven't been on the plane yet."

Howard: That's strange, you also said it was my plane.That being the case, let it wait for me, is it still in a hurry?

Opadry: ... MMP