[Comprehensive] The daily life of bear children

When Damian came in through the window, he accidentally knocked over Gal. It took a whole day to build the Lego block castle with Alfred's help.

With the sound of building blocks falling to the ground...

The tears of the little wizard also spewed out like an unscrewed tap.

"I did not do it on purpose."

Damian's expression was stiff, and he was annoyed and irritable, but he couldn't say it out of face.

"Where have you been?"

Cal asked weepingly.

"Night watch with father." Damian raised his chin with some pride obviously because of this topic.

Obviously, successfully snatching Jason's position and monopolizing his father's affairs made him feel very happy.

But the little wizard obviously didn't catch the pride in his heart, instead he accused him angrily: "Ever since you came to Gotham, you haven't played with me anymore."

Damian suddenly became unhappy: "That's because you are too naive."

Then, as if he found an excuse to fight back all of a sudden, he accused in turn: "Don't you know how to reflect on yourself? You are almost 13 years old, and you still need someone to accompany you like a three-year-old child. I was in three When I was young, I didn't play with childish things like stacking blocks. Gal, you look like this, no wonder why Scorpius doesn't like you, who would like a child except a pedophile?"

Cal's eyes turned red again.

He bit his lip hard and stared at Damian as if he would pounce on someone and bite.

Damian subconsciously took a step back.

But the facts have proved that even with werewolf blood, although some willful and arrogant little wizards, there is still no violent factor in their bones, just like Remus Lupine back then, unless it is a full moon night, otherwise, he is super gentle good old man.

He held it in for a long time like a big move, his face flushed red, but he only burst out a declaration of "I don't want to talk to you again, Damian the bastard", and disappeared with a white pillow in his arms.

The real thing disappears.

Damian thought he was threatening people at first, but after a long time without any response, he rushed out in panic and searched everywhere in Wayne Manor.

At this time, Bruce Wayne was attending a charity dinner at the Met.

He was lounging in the arms of the vase girl behind him, wondering what was the name of the red-haired girl, Lily or Mary?However, it doesn't matter, anyway, it's just for pretending.

On the other hand, Superman Clark Kent happened to be at the dinner too.

He hung his press card and was among a bunch of colleagues in the media industry, but his eyes couldn't help but stare blankly at Bruce from the beginning to the end.

"Kent, what are you looking at so intently? Oh, that Wayne libertine."

His colleague followed his gaze, and then gossiped in a hilarious tone, "That's a celebrity! Look, with his pale face and thick dark circles, the night life must be very colorful."

Clark smiled awkwardly, pushed his glasses, and nodded perfunctorily.

Bruce... indeed the nightlife is very colorful.

Last night, I also saw him take Robin, beat up a group of gangsters, and dealt with a group of motorcycle racers who didn't sleep in the middle of the night.

Many times, Clark has a hard time understanding Bruce's tireless pursuit of fighting criminals.

He seems to have dedicated the rest of his life and all his energy to Gotham, a city that breeds crime and darkness.

Although as they got acquainted with each other, Clark already knew about the deaths of Wayne and his wife, and also guessed that it was Bruce's psychological shadow, but it was useless, because there was no way to stop it... he could only let this psychological shadow keep chasing him With Bruce, let him do whatever it takes to make up for the pain of his parents' death.

'But this is definitely not a long-term solution. '

Superman can't help but think a little distressedly: 'He's a fragile human after all. '

Therefore, every time he has a strong urge to tell Bruce: "Stop the dangerous things you are doing, I can help you."

But at the same time, he knew clearly that if he dared to say that in front of Batman, he would definitely be beaten to death with kryptonite by that insidious and vengeful black bat.

Batman never lets outsiders meddle in Gotham affairs.

At this point, even Superman feels helpless.

At this time, there was another loud noise at the door, and many reporters rushed forward like crazy.

"Who's here again?"

Clark didn't use his super hearing, and asked questions to the people around him like an ordinary person.

"Tony Stark! Tony Stark!"

The colleague who was caught by him said excitedly: "I didn't expect that Stark would also come to this charity dinner. The two most famous playboys in the United States could actually gather together."

The two most well-known playboys in the United States, what the hell are these?

Superman thought very speechlessly.

He couldn't help but said, "Then there's no need to be so excited, right?"

"Of course it is necessary!" The colleague said plausibly: "Let's put it this way, one Stark's daily news is enough to feed all the gossip tabloids in New York, but if a Wayne bumps into a Stark's news, then It can feed the media and newspaper industries in the United States!"

"Is that an exaggeration?" Clark asked speechlessly.

"Country boy, you don't understand!" The colleague put on the posture of a senior and taught: "This is like a lion group. Each lion group can only have one male lion to become the lion king, and the other female lions are all lions. His harem. Therefore, there can only be one playboy in a place. Usually, Bruce Wayne is always in Gotham, and Stark prefers to stay in New York, so there is no harm in the water, but if they collide , it must be as wonderful as sparks hitting the earth."

Clark was even more speechless.

On the surface, he was open-minded and educated, but he couldn't help complaining in his heart: "Nonsense, I saw them 'cohabiting' for several days with my own eyes, how can there be any sparks hitting the earth?"

"However, I think Bruce Wayne will suffer this time."

The colleague was still beside him and said solemnly: "A few years ago, they were indeed on equal footing. They were generous, young and wealthy billionaires, and they were both handsome and charming, and they were liked by girls. But now, Si Tucker is obviously better. He is Iron Man, Iron Man! In comparison, Bruce Wayne is much worse in terms of his own abilities. After all these years, he is still a playboy waiting to die."

'certainly not! '

Superman defended Bruce in his mind: 'Bruce Wayne is Batman. '

But to the pity of all the media, there was no conflict between Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne.

On the contrary, Tony graciously walked up to Bruce, bent over and said a few words to the sitting Bruce in a familiar way, and then, the famous Brucey baby in Gotham, who had always been careless and cynical, laughed... …

Although it's a bit of an exaggeration to say that...

But that smile felt like the first ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds after the dark clouds cleared, bright, brilliant and gentle, and damn handsome and sexy.

Clark was stunned for a moment.

He whispered to himself: 'He should have smiled more. '

"Stop laughing, Bruce." On the other end, Tony said the same thing.

"I don't like people stealing my limelight."

He looked at the girl behind Bruce with his eyes, and said casually, "You have very good taste, Bruce."

"Of course, I've always liked blonde hair," Bruce said lazily.

"I like blonde chicks, too." Tony nodded approvingly.

Then he added: "But the girl behind you has red hair."

The two playboys met happily and talked about the secrets of picking up girls.

This undoubtedly disappointed all the media who were waiting for them to make a fuss.

'They were good friends in private. '

Looking at the frustrated expressions of his colleagues, Clark thought dumbfoundedly: "I'm really afraid that the world will not be chaotic. If Batman and Iron Man really fight, it's really not a good thing." '

After a while, after everyone gradually lost interest in them and stopped paying attention to the romantic affairs of the two playboys, Bruce just found an excuse to dismiss his female companion, and asked softly with a frown: "What are you doing here, Tony?"

"I encountered something just now, and I was in a complicated mood, and I couldn't wait to find someone to talk to. So, when I heard that you were here, I just drove here by myself." Tony said willfully and casually as always: "Don't be so nervous, although we usually don't Communication, but after all, the same class, meet occasionally, it is not so easy for you to reveal your identity."

"What's the matter with you?" Bruce asked succinctly, taking a sip of champagne.

"Have you ever been confessed by a man, Bruce?" Tony asked in a low voice.

"What?" Bruce asks, his face nearly falling apart.

"I'm really going crazy, Bruce." Tony said ramblingly, "Last night, I asked you for a long time how to raise children, and after I went back, I checked a lot of information about how to communicate with adolescent rebellious children. How to care for children's hearts, how to reason with ignorant children, I even went to psychology and pedagogy to have a look, although I am a rich and handsome man of science and engineering, I don't understand those things..."

"Get to the point, Tony."

"Peter confessed to me."

"...Who is Peter?"

"A fourteen...he said he was a 15-year-old little P kid. Well, another name you may have heard, Spider-Man."

Bruce turned his head slowly, looking at Tony with a complicated expression.

He commented crisply and in a hoarse voice: "Beast!"

"Hey, it's none of my business!" Tony broke down and argued, "I swear, I don't care about him. He worships me and Iron Man, so this is probably an illusion. The idol's feelings are distorted, resulting in erroneous cognition, for example, if he calls me Mr. Stark, would you call Mr. Stark to someone you like? (Bruce: Who knows, maybe it's your fault Hobbies) Bruce! Damn it, I’m here to seek advice and solutions, not to accept accusations and some malicious speculations, so many of your children, have you never encountered such a thing?”

Bruce sneered.

He said in a low voice with no expression on his face: "My children are all normal."

at the same time,

In Wayne Manor, Jason blocked Nightwing.

"What's the matter, Little Wing?" Dick's tone was as lively and optimistic as ever.

He greeted his younger brother with a cheerful expression, and asked with concern: "How is your injury? It should be almost healed, right?"

"Dickie, I'm not going to be Robin," Jason said.

"What?" Dick opened his mouth in surprise.

"Have you never doubted? Ever doubted Batman's principle, the bloody 'don't kill' principle?"

Jason's expression was agitated and he said with an unspeakable resentment: "I was beaten to death by the clown with a crowbar, but I still can't kill him, because he is crazy?"

"Uh, little wings!"

Dick's expression suddenly became tense: "What do you want to do? Jason, you need to maintain yourself and not be driven by hatred."

"I do not have!"

Jason slammed his fist against the wall, his body trembling violently, his blue eyes, which were always rebellious, looked like a tortured stray cat, crazy and hurt: "If If I do that, you won't be able to see me now. But it's because I don't have it that I'm so contradictory and painful..."

"God, Little Wing." Dick couldn't help but let out a low exclamation.

He seemed to realize at this time that some things cannot be solved by resurrection.

This is not playing a game, the character can be resurrected with full blood after death.

Jason did appear alive and kicking in front of everyone again, but everyone forgot that he had obviously suffered major trauma both physically and mentally.The experience of being tortured and murdered alive, as well as the painful process of resurrection from death, left a deep imprint on his body and soul.

'If...if there is any way for me to bear this pain instead of Little Wing, I am willing to pay any price for it. ’ Dick thought viscerally.

But he couldn't do anything, he could only reach out to Jason and hugged the stubborn brother into his arms.

The language is so pale, he always loves to joke, but he can't find a word that can be used to explain and comfort the other party.

At this moment, if Jason's pain could be relieved, he might rather die.Why isn't there a kind of magic to turn back time and let him replace Jason to suffer those misfortunes, and then let Jason be his lively and happy little wing like before.

'I didn't protect him well. '

Dick sank into deep self-blame.

"Did I scare you?"

After a long time, Jason asked in a low voice.

"No, it's my fault. I failed to protect you." Dick honestly confessed his inner feelings.

"It's none of your business," Jason said.

But Dick was still guilty and in pain.

After a while, he said with difficulty: "Little wing, do what you want to do. But, you have to promise me that you can't become a criminal to fight crime..."

"If I do that, will you stop recognizing me?" Jason couldn't help asking.

"No, I'll just pester you every day to get my little wings back," Dick replied.

"Don't call me Little Wing." Jason complained angrily.

But probably because he finally got the approval and support of his elder brother, his mood stabilized a little.

Then, he held Dick's hand in reverse, and stammered comfortingly, "Actually... when I died, I lost my feeling all of a sudden, and it didn't... it didn't hurt that much."

Dick looked down, tears hitting Jason's fingers.

Then, he hastily withdrew his hand and covered his eyes in embarrassment.

Jason froze a little.

The elder brother whom he looked up to just like Batman, the first Robin, was crying for himself.

He raised his hand helplessly, looked at the tears on his fingers, raised it to his lips involuntarily, and licked it lightly.

Then, he felt that he would never forget this taste in his life.

Dick didn't notice Jason's actions.

He was still feeling sad and guilty about the hurt his brother had suffered.

But in the next moment...

"I seem to have accidentally bumped into something again." Damian's annoying voice sounded abruptly.

The bad boy looked at the two elder brothers meaningfully, with his arms crossed and his head held high, with an expression of 'Look, I said you would get together'.

"Put away your dirty thoughts, Batboy."

Jason subconsciously blocked Dick who was in a hurry to wipe his tears, and shouted angrily at Damian.

"Cut." Damian curled his lips in disdain: "Who cares about your bad business?"

He glared at Jason and Dick again, but the strange thing was that this time he didn't have the anger and jealousy he had before. It seemed that the long time travel had made him put away his anger towards his brothers and Jealousy is gone.

Other than that, though, he still thought Dick had a terrible eye for men.

Think about it, Jason's extremely bad temper is like carrying a sex bag in his pocket all the time; moreover, the animal character that is in heat anytime, anywhere, and the terrible aesthetics, after leaving Batman and flying solo , actually found a red barrel and put it on his head as a disguise. As long as he thinks that this guy is his predecessor, the second-generation Robin, Damian feels ashamed.

But now, it is not the time to worry about this...

He frowned and asked loudly, "Hey, did you see Gal?"

"Is this how you talk to your brother?" Jason angrily ignored him at all.

"Huh? Didn't he build a huge block castle and said he wanted to show you?" Dick wiped away his tears at this time, raised his head again, and replied calmly, "I saw before that he has been in your house all the time." Waiting for you to come back, didn't you see him?"

"Show me the building block castle?" Damian only felt more uneasy.

He frowned tightly, a little worried.

"Did something happen, Damian?" Dick sensed that the younger brother's mood was wrong, and immediately asked.

"I don't know..." Damian replied hesitantly, "I...I quarreled with him...he disappeared."

"Disappeared?" Dick repeated in surprise.

"It seems that normal people can't stand you." Jason slapped him hard, unsurprisingly.

Dick stopped and yelled, "Little Wing!"

He really has nothing to do with the conflicts and quarrels between his younger brothers, so he can only try to keep the topic from going astray and continue to ask: "Why did it disappear? Do you have any clue about this?"

Damian pondered and guessed: "It might be some kind of magic."

He said unhappily: "Gal is a wizard, he always learns some messy spells."

Apparate.

Although he spends most of his time eating and being lazy, he still studies magic seriously. His ideal in life is to succeed Hermione as Minister of Magic when he grows up. Gal has been studying this spell recently.

And, under the influence of momentary anger and sadness, he successfully experimented with this somewhat dangerous spell.

Thank Merlin ten thousand times, he didn't lose his arms and legs in the impulsive movement.

But worse than that, he moved to a place he didn't recognize.

What's more frightening is that he saw Damian in a room.

Packed in individual containers, some are three or four years old, some are seventeen or eighteen years old, and some are three or 40 years old...

"Have you failed again?" A female voice suddenly sounded, and Gal hurriedly hid.

At the same time, he secretly rejoiced that after Damian rescued Jason, he returned the magic ring that could make him invisible. Otherwise, he knew very well that he might not be able to hide.

"Many clones will die directly after accelerated growth, and some have extremely obvious defects."

A voice replied hesitantly: "I don't understand, isn't it enough for you to have one Damian? Why do you have so many more?"

"There are never too many spare consumables."

The female voice replied coldly: "Continue to study if there are defects, until there are no defects."

"Yes, this is no problem. But if you want to be as powerful as Master Damian, I'm afraid it's useless to rely on cloning alone."

"Take your time, experiment a little bit, we still have time, don't rush."

"I heard that Master Damian killed the painting teacher today?"

"That teacher is completely useless, he will, Damian has learned it all."

"It's only been two weeks! Master Damian is so smart, he learned so quickly." The voice said in surprise.

"Of course, that's my son!" said the female voice very proudly.

They walked around the room for a while, talked about some things that the little wizard couldn't understand, and made some settings on the equipment next to the containers, and then they closed the door and left.

When there was no sound in the room, Cal still didn't dare to take off the Lord of the Rings easily.

Because this place is so strange, even, strange and a little scary.

He walked over while maintaining his invisibility, staring blankly at Damian who was growing in the containers, and Damian who was in a frozen state in the freezer next to him.

in the closet...

Countless Damians, without breathing or heartbeat, were neatly arranged like frozen fish in a supermarket freezer, stacked on top of each other.

Obviously knowing that these are not his own Damian.

But Gal still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. You know, even when he was the most angry, he never thought of letting Damian lie there without crying, laughing, or getting angry... to die.

The author has something to say: PS. There is no worm iron, the worm is just an idol complex.