bat baby

The memory is still going on, Professor X cautiously controls his ability to wander in Jingmo's mind.

"Our monster race is rarer, okay?! It's been 100 years, and only one cub was born."

Hearing this, the other party might be too indignant, the voice was a little louder, Jing Mo opened his eyes.

"Hmm... Brother Yanzi, Brother Taozi."

Hearing the voice, the two teenagers walked over quickly and picked up Jing Mo: "Little Momo, you are awake, it's all because your brother Yanzi was waking you up because of his loud voice."

Jing Mo put his arms around Brother Taozi's neck, and Professor X smelled a woody aroma.

It seems that as the only cub in the "monster clan", this child is well-loved.

Professor X moved on.

This man... the Batman of Gotham!

Wait! Who's behind him?

Professor X feels that his world view has been impacted. Does there really exist a soul?

After learning who Jing Mo's father was, Professor X withdrew.

"His father was Bruce Wayne of Gotham."

Looking over at Qin, Professor X felt a little regretful, but also happy for the baby.

"Jean, he's not a mutant."

"What? Then he appeared from mid-air, he really..." Peter Parker anxiously explained.

Professor X smiled gently: "Don't worry about the child, he is Chinese, isn't he? It's very mysterious and has a long history. I can only say that his family treats him very well, and it can be said that he is loved. Appeared because of the protection given to him by his elders."

Speaking of which, he seemed to think of something, frowned and looked at Tony who called Bruce: "I think he must know that while being a hero, he must also take good care of his relatives."

Tony looked at Professor X suspiciously.

Professor X witnessed the whole process of the incident from Jingmo's perspective.

From the strange environment, the longing for the mother, the usual loneliness and the suddenly closed environment, and the face that suddenly appeared on the glass.

He couldn't say Batman was wrong, but Professor X couldn't say he was right from a child's point of view.

Matters needing attention, Batman is a hero, he saved hundreds of people.

Jing Mo was still asleep, Professor X gently pulled out his hand, Natasha put Jing Mo on the sofa not far away, and covered him with a thin blanket.

Professor X left. Seeing Logan's silence on the way back, he chuckled lightly: "Do you want to know why that kid is so afraid of you?"

Logan bit his cigar, turned his head and looked out of the car with a look of indifference: "I don't want to."

Professor X put his hand on his forehead, ignored the momentary tense body of the other party, and started sharing memories.

"What is this?" Logan was also taken aback by his black energy.

"You can think of it as an aura." Only people who have experienced mountains of corpses and blood have this kind of aura.

Logan seemed to be proud and embarrassed, "tsk": "No wonder you cried so hard."

In the Avengers Building, Captain America and the Hulk, who had just returned, saw Natasha looking tenderly at the ball on the sofa as soon as they entered the door. They couldn't help being surprised.

Just as he was about to ask, he heard a clatter of the bulletproof glass of Stark Tower, and a red person broke through the glass and rushed in.

Jingmo was sleeping soundly, and his physical and mental exhaustion was relieved a little during sleep, but there was a loud noise like thunder and lightning hitting his side.

Originally, the monster race's fear of thunder and lightning is inherent.

"Ah! Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

Tony, who didn't care to accuse Thor of smashing his glass with both hands, covered his ears and wanted to put on his armor and rush out.

"Wow! Mom! Mom!" The little baby shrank in the corner of the sofa in fright, hiding under the quilt, only hearing his voice but not seeing anyone.

Natasha didn't care about anything else, she just touched Jing Mo's back gently, trying to comfort him.

Steve subconsciously moved away from Bruce, who was almost green with fright.

The living room was noisy.

Thor also smiled: "Hi! My friends!"

Tony didn't speak, and pushed Thor to the sofa: "If you make yourself cry, you can solve it yourself."

Feeling the breath of Tianlei, the little baby stopped talking instantly, shivering and rounded himself up, and the little milk voice was still trembling stubbornly: "I, I don't cry anymore! I really don't cry anymore."

The cub's emphasis on extreme fear did not keep itself from "danger."

Thor lifted the baby out with one hand, while stroking his head with the other hand. His golden long hair was dazzling in the night, and he laughed heartily: "Hahaha! My friend, look at him Say no to crying."

Natasha couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed the baby and kicked Thor out.

When Bruce and Alfred entered the door under the guidance of the smart butler, they saw their baby nestling in the arms of a beauty and eating an apple.

Natasha cut the apple into small pieces, inserted a small fork, and fed them to Jing Mo piece by piece.

Hawkeye wanted to eat a piece but was kicked away.

The disgusted men had no choice but to eat a big apple on their own.

Baby Jingmo also wanted to eat an apple by himself, looking at Steve who was eating an apple with bright eyes.

"Mr. Stark, thank you for taking care of the young master." Alfred stepped forward to thank you.

When Jing Mo heard the voice, he turned his head and saw Ah Fu showing his dimples happily: "Grandpa Ah Fu!"

But when he saw his father, he immediately lowered his face, and turned his back to Bruce.

Ah Fu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Young master, the master knew it was wrong, your father searched all over Gotham during the few hours you were gone."

In particular, I suspect that the Arkham people used some means to take the child away. As long as they escaped from prison, they will be beaten so that they can't take care of themselves in the near future.

For the first time, they put down their bodies to beg the Superman of the Metropolis, which is why they can rush to New York so quickly.

Superman, who was thrown away after using up, was always paying attention to the movements in New York. When he saw Batman being confronted by his son with his butt, the kind Superman let out a laugh.

"Jing Mo, today is my fault." The rich man in Gotham squatted beside Jing Mo, not only did he reflect on himself, but Ah Fu had already talked about him all afternoon.

Jing Mo's ears moved, but he was still very angry: "I don't like Dad anymore! I'm very angry! Very, very angry!"

Worried that words could not express how angry he was, his two small arms drew a big circle in the air: "You are so angry!"

Bruce almost laughed, he couldn't help but others couldn't.

Thor laughed out loud.

Because Jing Mo turned his back to everyone, he only heard a laugh, which was fine, he turned around angrily, his chubby little face trembled because of the excessive force of turning around, the baby fat on his cheeks trembled.

"You are still laughing! Dad, you are too much! I really don't like you!" The more I said, the more wronged I was, and finally I cried in Natasha's arms.

The grievous Batman feels that being called a dog by the people of Gotham is not wronged now.

Still paying attention to a certain Super League in New York: "Pfft! Hahahahahaha!"