[Comprehensive] The daily life of bear children

The awkwardness between Gal and Damian was not taken seriously by everyone.

After all, to adults, they are just two children.

So, Bruce didn't change his 'outing' plan.

Moreover, he very simply removed Damian who ran away, and Gal who was agitated from the 'outing group' directly.

In fact, if Tony and Clark hadn't been arguing to go together, he wouldn't have taken so many people with him at all.

Firstly, it doesn't conform to his usual style of doing things; secondly, it's only useful if he's a bit big; thirdly...he really doesn't want to bring a bunch of people to watch the kid's mother who had a one-night stand with him.

But Clark was better off with it.

But with Tony's completely self-centered temperament, there is no way to stop him when he wants to do something.

Bruce bet, as long as he didn't bring him along this time.

Then, as soon as he drove the Batmobile to the place on his front foot, he could create a steel armor legion on his back foot to join in the fun.

In order to prevent Iron Man from complicating simple things again...

Bruce, who often felt that Tony was about the same mental age as his son, had to compromise.

Tony, on the other hand, has no sense of being rejected at all.

He also said very moved: "I really am your best friend and most trusted comrade-in-arms."Good brother, I will help you! '

Bruce was silent.

But after Clark heard this sentence, he once again showed a somewhat disappointed expression.

He has been wondering why 'Bruce is not willing to accept his own help, but willing to accept that Stark's help, are they really a couple'?

Dick and Jason were planning to go with them.

Before departure, the two of them went to change their uniforms together and take weapons and equipment by the way.

"I heard that Damian in this era is only three or four years old." Dick said excitedly, "It must be very cute."

Jason straightened his collar and curled his lips in disdain.

"I must be a good brother this time and educate Damian well."

Dick hugged Jason's shoulder excitedly: "Little Wing, you are going to be an older brother too!"

"Tch, I don't think the devil cub is not a devil at a young age."

Jason said sarcastically in a nasty tone: "Don't be too happy too early, or if you pick it up, the kid will pee directly on your neck. I bet he can do this."

"If that's the case..."

After thinking about it for a while, Dick laughed nonchalantly, and said bluntly, "No way, of course I choose to forgive him. Who calls me a brother!"

Jason couldn't help snorting again.

At this time, Dick suddenly looked at him in surprise: "Oh, little wing, you have grown taller!"

It turns out... Let's not talk about Ye Yi's blue and black uniform for now.

Robin's uniform at this time was originally a yellow cloak, a red and green shirt, green sequined shorts, and a green eye patch.But not long ago, when Damian went to patrol instead of Jason who was recovering from his injuries, he laughed at his uniform: "Looks like a little girl, did you lose the lace and sun hat?"

In a rage, Jason replaced the green sequined shorts with black trousers.

But he obviously used the previous height and size, and he had been recuperating from his injuries and hadn't formally worn them. When he put on the uniform pants today, he realized that the trouser legs were a little shorter and turned into innocuous cropped pants.

"You really grow up so fast." Seeing this, Dick couldn't help sighing.

Jason couldn't help but raised the corners of his lips: "Of course, I will grow taller than you in the future."

"Taller than me, you're also a younger brother, Little Wing!" Dick, who was the older brother, immediately jumped on him pretending to be angry.

Then, their topic accidentally turned to the issue of height.

'Did you forget that you are going to break into the League of Assassins tonight? 'Mr. Steward shook his head helplessly.

But I have to say that everyone's relaxed and confident state has made the elderly who are still a little worried relax a lot.

In the afternoon, a group of them set off in a mighty way.

Three adult superheroes, Superman, Batman, and Iron Man, plus two juvenile superheroes, Nightwing and Robin, are completely foolproof configurations.

At the same time, only Alfred was left in Wayne Manor, the Stark couple who were busy on their own in the laboratory, the little wizard who locked himself in the bedroom and cried to sleep, and the big Dami who accompanied him Ann, and the Winter Soldier wearing an apron and carrying a shield, learning how to cook from a recipe.

As for Damian, it is still unknown where he went.

"Mr. Barnes, you can tell me what you want to eat." Alfred said gently.

He didn't make a claim because the Winter Soldier's head was offline. On the contrary, he communicated with the other party as if he were a normal person: "Do you want to put the shield aside? Will it be a hindrance?"

The Winter Soldier stopped cutting the carrots, still looking dazed, but he was indeed thinking about the butler's words.

Then, he replied slowly: "Make it yourself, you can eat it anytime."

"That's right."

Mr. Butler, who knew the black history of all the children of the Wayne family (including Batman) like the back of their hands, immediately agreed very much. By the way, he also complained: "Master Dick didn't know anything before. After leaving the Wayne family, he lived on cereal. When he came back on the weekend, when he drank the mushroom soup, he was almost moved to tears."

The Winter Soldier nodded dully, and continued to answer: "Shield, Steve, carry it."

Alfred guessed patiently: "You mean the shield belongs to your friend Steve, so you have to carry it?"

The look of confusion appeared on the Winter Soldier's face again.

He thought for a while, then said again slowly, "Shield, Steve."

"Give the shield to Steve?" the butler still guessed calmly.

The Winter Soldier shook his head again, repeating word after word: "Shield, Steve, friend."

Alfred, who has been telling fairy tales to the little wizard recently, suddenly had a somewhat absurd guess.

He couldn't help asking tentatively: "You mean, this shield is called Steve? It's your friend."

The Winter Soldier nodded heavily immediately.

He pointed to the shield: "Steve, friend."

Alfred didn't know what to say for a while.

Based on Batman's strong desire to control, the background information of the Winter Soldier who temporarily lived in Wayne Manor with Tony has been investigated clearly.

Therefore, Mr. Steward clearly knows that the Winter Soldier's good friend cannot be Shield anyway, even if Shield is called Steve.Of course, Shield couldn't be called Steve.

His good friend should be, and can only be... that Captain America Steve with the shield on his back.

But this kind of thing, and a person with a broken brain, can't explain it at all.

In the end, Alfred followed the Winter Soldier's wishes and said politely, "Should Mr. Steve sit in the living room for a while?"

The Winter Soldier shook his head and repeated stubbornly: "I'm carrying it."

Alfred nodded and said no more.

Anyway, it is better to treat Shield as a good brother than to treat Hydra as a good brother.

The old man, who is already a lot of years old, thinks he can think about it, and throws these trivial matters aside, just standing in the position of the host to entertain the guests, and enthusiastically and carefully teaching the Winter Soldier how to make delicious desserts.

At this time, Captain America, Ant-Man, and a Spider-Man who didn't know what to do also came to the gate of Wayne Manor.

Ant-Man here was just about to recommend himself to find the best infiltration route, and Steve over there had already rang the doorbell naturally.

"Captain, what were you doing just now?" Ant-Man asked dully.

"Ring the doorbell." Steve replied in surprise.

Ant-Man asked in a broken voice, "But aren't we wanted criminals?"

Steve didn't understand at all: "Wanted criminals should ring the doorbell when they go to other people's homes."

Ant-Man:  …

Spider-Man blinked and agreed innocently, "Uh... I think the captain is right."

The author has something to say: This weekend, the author may go out to visit relatives, and the update will be late (it seems that I have been late recently, covering my face)

In short, you can just swipe before going to bed!Not at night, but it will be there the next morning, okay?

What a disaster to write this post, I seem to be busy all the time...sigh