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Grace had always woken up earlier than Bruce, a habit she had inherited from her SEAL days.

The first thing she did when she opened her eyes was to turn her head slightly to look at her husband.It was a face that looked handsome to outsiders, but she thought Bruce in his sleep was cute.

Because this is the quietest moment of Mr. Batman, isn't it very cute compared to the usual black-painted people who "can't do this or that can't do it"?

After Grace wakes up, Bruce, who is in a light sleep, usually wakes up, which makes Grace unable to appreciate someone's sleeping face for a long time.

"..."

After waking up, Mr. Batman will look at his wife silently for two seconds, then raise his hand to wrap her in his arms, and then continue to sleep again.

Bruce hadn't had much sleep before God stuffed him with Grace, so the great Dark Knight Lord wasn't used to suddenly having more people fall asleep with him.

After all, even if Baby Bruce had been among thousands of flowers, no one had ever spent the night with him.

After waking up and jumping out of bed warily many times in the morning, Bruce finally got used to Grace's presence.

As for now, pulling Grace to sleep a little longer has become the norm.

After all, night patrol is hard work.

The lazy bed duo will 'wake up' again to Alfred's knock on the door.

To be honest, they didn't fall asleep, they just nestled together to rest for a while.

After washing up, the two will go to the restaurant together.

As soon as they arrived at the restaurant, a black figure would jump out of the corner and head straight for Grace.

She bent down and picked up the black 'object', hugged it in her arms and kissed it again.

"Good morning, Pudding."

"Meow~"

The black cat nestled in the arms of its owner, bubbling with happiness.

Bruce on the side stared at Pudding for a few seconds and then looked away.

He and this black cat have never dealt with each other, and he doesn't know why.

Pudding has a high status in the family these years, protected by Grace, and fed by Alfred's special cat food, and has been raised so shiny.Bruce and Jason didn't know why, they were always disgusted by pudding, and they were 'rewarded' with a few paws from time to time.

Poor Batman and Red Hood, who are majestic outside, were beaten by a cat when they got home, and they couldn't fight back.

Because Jason moved out of Wayne's old house a long time ago, Bruce was the only one who was 'bullied' every day.

"Mum, good morning."

Sitting at the table is their son, Damian.

Due to the experience of traveling through the universe, after the birth of their child, Grace named the boy Damian.

But maybe because of the name, Damian is just like him in another world, having a normal relationship with his father.

"Hmph, I know how to pester my mother to sleep in every day." Damian spoke with sarcasm, not at all like a six-year-old child.

Bruce opened the stool and sat down, wiped his hands gracefully with a towel, and replied, "Yeah, after all, your mother just came back from universe 00, so she should take a rest."

Universe 00 is Ivan's universe. Since the incident many years ago, they have added a number to their universe.In the early years, Grace often went to help for a month. Although the situation there is basically stable now, Grace still has to go there from time to time.

And generally it's not something important, Ivan won't call Grace over.

Of course Damian knew this, so his face became even more stinky in an instant, and he ate the cookies on the table as if venting his anger.

This kind of conversation between the father and son, Grace, has long been used to. In the center of the storm, she picked up the toast that was baked on the table and put a slice on each of the two's plates.

Grace smiled, "Do you want blueberry jam?"

The two men present were silent for a second, and then replied in unison: "Yes." The two brothers seemed to be not the two of them who were choking on each other just now.

Grace is a straightforward person, if two people quarrel because of her, then she will choose to ignore both of them and talk to her later after calming down.

This would cause Bruce to lose his evening 'benefits' and also leave Damian alone at school.

The two gentlemen of the Wayne family would not make such a big mistake.

Sitting in the back row, Damian looked out of the window with a stinky face and his chin. God knows how much he didn't want to go to elementary school.

What is the point of going to elementary school?He is the son of Batman, why should he hang out with a bunch of idiots?

Of course, he didn't dare to speak out what was in his heart.

after all……

Grace, who was sitting by the side, seemed to have read through her son's thoughts long ago, and opened her mouth while checking the information sent by Finch.

"If something happens again today and the teacher comes to me, you know the consequences." Her tone was flat, but her words carried a hint of warning.

Damian replied: "...I see." Anyway, even if you do something, the teacher dare not tell you.

"If I know about threatening the teacher, it's a higher crime." Grace added.

The elation that had just risen in the heart of a certain bird stopped instantly.

"Oh……"

"Ma'am, master, we're here." The driver's voice came from the intercom—this was a new driver hired last year. After all, Alfred was getting older and no longer suitable for such a job.In order not to leak anything, the interior of the car has been soundproofed.

Damian saw the place that irritated him, reluctantly took the schoolbag handed over by Grace, and was about to get out of the car.

In the next second, a piece of warmth fell from the top of his head.

"Take a good class, huh?" said his mother.

The restlessness in Damian's heart was soothed by those hands, but he still whispered relentlessly: "Got it, I've said it several times, it's so annoying."

The young master of the Wayne family got out of the car with his mother's messy hair, and his steps were a little brisk.

"Finch, I'm here."

Grace was wearing a decent suit, holding a medium-sized briefcase in her hand, her high-heeled shoes rattled, and the smirk on her face made her look like an arrogant senior white-collar worker.

"Got it, Ms. Grace, you go through the door on the left, and your identity information has been entered for you."

Although TheMachine has been upgraded many years ago, it still spits out numbers to Finch for several years.Grace's special job has continued until now.

This job is very free and relatively exciting, which suits her taste.

Riise and Finch are not too young, especially Finch, who will break through the [-]th mark in a year or two.

This job is not as handy for them as it used to be.

In recent days, they have begun to look for candidates for their successors.Grace, as an 'old man' who won't retire for the time being, decided to keep it and help them take care of the newcomers.

Two years ago, Xiao and Gen held their wedding on an island, only some relatives and friends were present.Who would have thought that the two lunatics who beat you to death would finally kiss each other affectionately and walk into the palace of marriage?

But so far, neither of the two have gone on their honeymoon.

Perhaps after everyone retires, they will live the life of ordinary people that they have never experienced before and that people yearn for.

As for now...

"Well!!"

Grace raised her hand and knocked out the man in the office with a hand knife, picked it up and threw it aside, and inserted/into the computer the USB flash drive that Finch had given her earlier.

"Ms. Grace, we can use a softer method." Finch's perpetual persuasion was on the other end of the headset.

"In other words, Harold," Grace replied, "no one wants to hear your babbling except Riise."

The person on the other end of the headset seemed to be choking, and didn't reply for a long time.

After a while.

"Mr. Reese, he hasn't heard of it either?"

The other end complained in a low voice.

Grace also didn't expect that once in a while she came to the metropolis, she would catch a sneaky bird—even a bunch of children.

She settled Finch's new number very early, thinking that there was still more time, and she hadn't seen Louis for a while, so she happened to come to Metropolis to see her.

Unexpectedly, before he met Louis, he saw a group of children wrapped tightly in summer at the gate of the video game city.

The leader saw her froze in place, pretending not to see her, and walked forward.Of course, the others also noticed her, and they all looked terrified of being found out for doing something bad.

Grace watched this funny scene, smiled helplessly and shook her head.

"If you don't study well, what are you doing sneaking out?" She stood in front of a group of 'shrunk turtles' and asked very directly.

"I'm sorry, Grace, we're just...uh..." Perhaps because he was worried that his good friend would be scolded, Connor opened his mouth first, but he didn't know how to explain it, so he stuttered.

Resisting the urge to cover his face, Tim approached Grace and apologized in a low voice: "Grace, I won't do it next time, we just haven't come out to play for a long time."

"You know, in fact, I won't stop you."

Hearing her words, a group of children were already beaming with joy, but they turned bitter faces again because of Grace's next sentence.

"But the premise is that you are sure that your actions will not be discovered by him." Everyone present knew who he was referring to.

Tim cleared his throat and said, "If you're talking about surveillance, I've already taken care of it."

Robin Bird is quite confident in his hacking skills.

Grace raised her eyebrows lightly and nodded: "Since you said so, let's go play." What happens after that doesn't matter to her.

The children immediately cheered and almost rushed up to hug Grace and circle around.

"If there is an emergency call, go back to Yiyi Mountain immediately," she finally ordered, "Be careful and don't cause any problems, understand?"

"Yes, sir!" A group of children responded mischievously.

Louis was complaining that today's young journalists can't write articles one by one.

After so many years, she has been an excellent editor-in-chief.

"Sometimes I really don't expect them to write well, but at least I don't make mistakes in grammar, right? Even the sentences are not smooth." Louis took a sip of iced coffee while cursing.

"You can't expect them all to be like you," Grace teased with a laugh.

Suddenly, the mobile phone in the bag vibrated, she took out the mobile phone and saw that it was Alfred's call.

She smiled apologetically at Louis, then picked up the phone: "It's me, what's wrong?"

"...Okay, I see, I'll pick him up after school."

"What, Damian is causing trouble again?"

"Oh, this kid ignored my words." There was a little danger in her words.

In that universe, Grace knew that Damian was not a reassuring child, and she never expected that her own Damian would become like this.

This made her often wonder if there was something wrong with her education.

"I still think it's too fantastic for you to marry Bruce Wayne." Lewis sighed.

"He's fine." Grace rarely showed a gentle expression, which didn't match her style.

The editor-in-chief opposite couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he saw her like this, and chose to change the subject.

She didn't want to hear that Bruce Wayne was a wonderful man.

"Why, can't you get up?"

Damian lay on the ground, trying to support himself, but fell again.

"What did I tell you this morning?" Grace took a few sips of the water Alfred had prepared, and then sat beside Damian, watching him panting heavily as he lay on his back.

"Huh...huh...it's their fault..." the boy whispered while panting.

"why not?"

Damian tried to sit up, touched his face twice, and said: "They said that the old man married you just for fun, and he will abandon you sooner or later."

"Then you hung those boys outside the rooftop on the sixth floor to show the public?"

Grace heard from the school teacher that those children were so frightened that they wet their pants, and they don't know who learned this immoral trick.

"Those idiots deserve it!" Grace knocked the boy on the head as soon as he finished cursing.

"What are you talking about, okay, take a break, and practice with the robot later, your foot is still not stable enough."

"Well, well, Mum, you're not angry, are you?" Damian asked looking cautiously.

Grace didn't answer, but just patted Damian's head.

Damian watched his mother leave the training room, completely without the pitiful look just now, with a small smug expression.

"Are you pretending to be pitiful with you again?"

Bruce sat in front of the supercomputer, and he was about to go to the night patrol.

"It's still the same trick," Grace also went to the night patrol today, she smiled and shook her head, "Let him go."

How could Grace fail to see her son's twists and turns, she understood very well, but those words would not make Damian angry enough to hang him upside down, most likely there were worse words.

"I've been criticized again, won't Mr. Wayne give me some feedback?" She asked pretending to be aggrieved.

God knows how many discussions among the upper class in Gotham after she and Bruce got married, Damian is so old, and it hasn't stopped.

"Maybe I should buy you some more hotels, or maybe a casino."

Bruce cooperates with a flippant tone, a thoughtless dandy that doesn't go well with his Batman uniform.

Grace nodded very 'satisfied', leaned down, raised Bruce's chin and gave him a light kiss.

"That's right, that's fine," she said mockingly.

"Then, dear Mrs. Wayne..."

"How did you let them go this afternoon?"

Grace wasn't surprised to hear this, she didn't expect Tim to hide it from Bruce, and she was already waiting for a good show.

"Kids have to go through a bit of frustration, otherwise they think they can succeed in anything," she said. "Also, it's not a bad thing to let them go out to play rarely."

Bruce has always been very strict, but he didn't try to expose them this time, but...

"The follow-up training has been increased. Tim's technique is too simple and easy to be discovered."

Those who should be punished should still be punished.

The night watch is over.

Today's operation had some accidents, Grace was stabbed in the right leg.

Although it was not a fatal injury, it was really scary to deal with the wound. She hadn't suffered such a serious injury for a long time.

Damian had never seen his mother suffer such a serious injury, his hands were shaking with fright, and his eyes were flushed.

"Why didn't you protect Mum!?" he yelled at his father.

Bruce and Grace looked at each other, neither of them was angry, nor did they criticize Damian.

Only then did he look a little like a six-year-old.

"Damian, first of all, this is a minor injury," Grace said while letting Bruce treat her wound, "Secondly, your father can't be by my side all the time."

"If we choose this profession, we must bear these."

Damian looked at his father and then at his mother, and he didn't know who he was angry with—maybe it was himself, he turned around and ran away.

10

Grace and Bruce lay on the bed.

She was a little sleepy, nestled in her lover's arms, her eyelids were clenched.

"...Actually, Damian is right." Bruce sighed suddenly in the darkness.

Grace woke up for a while, and was silent for a moment. She stroked the chest of the person next to her. There were many uneven bumps, which were the marks left by Batman.

"Tell me, how many scars do we have together?"

This is an unanswerable question.

Although the transformation many years ago left Grace with some less scars.But the serious ones are still there, plus Bruce's, there is really no way to count them.

"So, don't think too much about it, Mr. Batman will be thinking about it anytime soon." There was no answer, but Grace continued.

She kissed the corner of her lover's mouth lightly and shrank back.

"Without you, I would have died on that winter night."

In the darkness, Grace's eyes seemed extraordinarily bright for some reason.

Bruce looks into those eyes, kisses them, kisses the owner of those eyes.

"I love you, Grace."

"I love you, Bruce."

Good night, my love.

The author has something to say: It’s officially over.

I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival~

See you in the next article by fate, but I deeply doubt that no one wants to read the British and American fans of the main criminal mind these days

Love everyone?~