bat baby

"NO." Batman refused very indifferently, and rubbed his fingers with one hand behind his back, and the son's soft good feeling seemed to be still lingering on his fingertips.

Baby Jingmo burst into tears, but as a man, he still chose to let me go if the mountain does not come, and I will go to the mountain.

He staggered to the front of his father, pointing to the place where he hurt because of the fall: "Dad, it hurts."

Batman, who was trying to pretend to be a strict father in front of his teammates, continued to be indifferent: "You are a boy."

Although Jing Mo is young, he is still three years old. He can understand the meaning of what an adult says, and a small child has his own unique way of survival.

The first day I came to Gotham, I was able to be hugged by strangers. Is Jingmo, who is very obedient except for crying before going to bed, really so sensible?

No, Jing Mo was keenly aware that "Dad" didn't seem to like him very much when he was in the car.

His mother was not around, and his intuition told him that he could not refuse this person the moment Alfred wanted to hug him.

But children's ability to bear is also limited. After being rejected the bedtime story, Jingmo's little heart can no longer bear the fear of living in a strange environment and the longing for her mother.

Now his father's indifference seems to have awakened Jing Mo from the warm scene with his father in the morning.

He raised his head, his big black eyes were like the clear sky after the rain.

Bruce sighed, bent down and hugged Jing Mo: "Okay, you're a boy, be strong."

Jing Mo was extremely wronged, this father became so fast, Jing Mo felt very tired.

"This is the child you were talking about?" Superman looked at the baby's small back and was still the upright Superman, but he thought in his heart that he was so small and felt good to the touch, even his back was fleshy. The hair feels so good and looks soft to the touch, my God! He still has little pits on the back of his hands!

"Leave as soon as possible if you have nothing to do." Batman drove away indifferently.

Superman's straight blue eyes are hidden behind the glasses: "I haven't finished my interview yet, please Mr. Wayne to introduce this kid in detail."

Alfred appeared when Batman was about to explode: "Mr. Bruce, Mr. Kent, lunch is ready, please come and eat."

Bruce went downstairs first with Jingmo in his arms. Jingmo put his head on his father's shoulder and stared at the stranger curiously.

Clark followed behind, smiling friendly at the baby.

Jing Mo shyly hid his chubby face in the crescent of his father's neck, and thought he was hiding a small slit to observe the other party.

Clark gave Jingmo a smile when he looked over.

The little baby seems to regard this as a game, and hides when the other party notices him.

Batman felt that his shoulders were going to be burned by his own son, and he patted the baby's little butt in warning.

Baby Jingmo flattered and gave Dad a sweet kiss.

Da Chao was a little envious, Wayne Manor was huge, but several big men with long legs arrived at the dining room very quickly.

Alfred arranged the newly purchased child seat and motioned for his master to put the child in it.

Embarrassment arises...

"Is he too fat?" Bruce asked, looking at Baby Jingmo who got stuck after sitting halfway.

Alfred was also silent, but he chose to maintain his young master's self-esteem: "No, the seat is too small."

You are talking nonsense with your eyes open, Ah Fu.

Jingmoka was a little uncomfortable being stuck up and down, and was about to cry. Da Chao quickly carried him out, and sighed in his heart: Sure enough, the hand feels as good as he thought.

Alfred quickly discovered the reason: "This board can be adjusted. Sure enough, our Young Master Jingmo is not fat."

No, Ah Fu, generally speaking, three-year-old children do not need to adjust the table.

No matter how thick Ah Fu's filter is, Jing Mo doesn't understand his father's dislike for his figure. At this moment, two little hands are grabbing noodles full of noodles, eating them all over his face.

"Grandpa Ah Fu, no." Jing Mo showed the empty bowl to Ah Fu.

Ah Fu was very relieved. As he got older, he liked to watch young people finish their food.

"Young master is awesome." Ah Fu said and was about to take the bowl away.

Jing Mo became anxious all of a sudden: "Don't take it or take it! Eat it, still want it!"

Even if Ah Fu's filter is 10 meters thick, it is inevitable to be surprised at this moment: "Young master, do you still eat it?"

Jing Mo pondered for a while, and drew a small dot with a small hand full of meat sauce: "A little bit."

Ah Fu, who had finished studying children's nutrition all night, firmly rejected him: "You can't do it, young master, eating too much is not good for your health."

Jing Mo kicked his feet anxiously: "Grandpa Fu, just a little bit, please, please."

Da Chao quietly approached Batman: "His expressive ability is quite good, why did he say it in two words just now?"

Bruce also has a headache. Although he hasn't been with him for long, this child is very smart and knows how to judge the situation at a young age. The two rejections he made upstairs just now have made this child feel insecure. If he refuses him now If asked, the kid would probably become as rebellious as his older brothers.

In the hearts of ordinary people in Gotham, Batman is the dark knight, even a criminal. In the eyes of the bad guys in Gotham, Batman is a nosy lunatic. In the eyes of teammates, Batman is a reliable comrade-in-arms.

But in the eyes of Batman's sons, Batman is a rigid father.

However, this old-fashioned father still has his gentle and careful side, and even turned into a father who has no bottom line in front of his young son who is good at acting like a baby.

While Ah Fu was not paying attention, he secretly fed his pasta to his youngest son.

Super's heart was cold, he calculated how much kryptonite there was in Gotham, and he estimated that he would not be able to return to the metropolis alive.

Jing Mo is also a considerate child, after eating two bites, he doesn't want it: "Dad, you eat, Mo Mo is full."

Bruce drank too much red wine and couldn't eat much, so he put down his fork upon hearing this.

Jing Mo looked at his father, then at the strange uncle who was struggling with the steak, and took out a piece of candy from his pocket thinking it was very concealed.

Before putting it in his mouth, he was cut off by his father.

In disbelief, the righteous sidekick of Gotham's vigilante puts the candy in his mouth and flashes that all-but-beautiful Brucey smile.

Baby Jingmo ate his hands, swallowing his crying.

"B." The god of the world, Superman incarnate of justice was stunned, and stood up eager to survive: "It's getting late, I'm leaving first."

In the end, Baby Jingmo nestled in Grandpa Ah Fu's arms with a sluggish face, drowsy.

Before falling asleep, Xiao Zui complained: "Grandma, Dad robbed me of sweets."

Xiao Naiyin was extremely wronged.