bat baby

Jing Mo lay on the bed, allowing Grandpa A Fu to toss and turn to wipe his body, and the whole person turned into a little salty fish, staring and emptying his mind with nothing to love.

After Bruce took a shower and changed his clothes, Zatanna had already left first.

Seeing his father walking in, Jing Mo's face froze a lot, his small mouth curled down, showing an expression that seemed to be crying, and he turned his back to his father.

Bruce touched his nose in embarrassment: "Isn't it just diarrhea? It's okay, Dad won't dislike you."

Jing Mo, who ran to the toilet several times after a stinky fart almost made his father faint, couldn't love him.

Although he is small, he still has self-respect and knows how to lose face.

Especially the father's disgusted expression just now broke the baby's heart, and the aunt he didn't know also saw it, and the baby didn't have the face to go out again.

Jing Mo shrank himself into the quilt, determined not to come out no matter what his father said.

Bruce's patience ran out quickly, all the distress and guilt before were gone now, he just wanted to spank his ass hard now!

But when he saw the bulging bag under the quilt, his heart softened again.

"Mo Mo, come out, Dad will take you to eat cake."

Jing Mo ignored him, the little bulge on the quilt trembled, and the sound of sobbing was heard intermittently.

Bruce rubbed his temples: "Mo Mo, why are you still crying?"

The baby's broken self-esteem couldn't stick together anymore, and the baby refused to speak.

The baby pouted and moved down, avoiding the bed sheet being wet with his own tears and continuing to cry.

Baby Jingmo, who didn't know that her little butt was exposed outside, lost her mind after crying, and started to play with her fingers, and habitually let out a "woo hoo" cry.

Damian couldn't find anyone after entering the door, and followed the voice to Jingmo's bedroom.

"Wow, what are you guys doing?" Damian looked at the rare childish father reaching out to fan (hit) Jing Mo's exposed buttocks outside the quilt.

When Jing Mo heard his brother's voice, he lifted the quilt, and the voice came out in a circle, crying with grievance: "Brother!"

That posture is like a cowherd and a weaver girl meeting on a magpie bridge, like a suckling swallow throwing itself into the forest, like a hungry tiger rushing for food.

Damian suppressed his body's conditioned reflex, and took the younger brother who rushed over to his arms.

Jing Mo could be regarded as seeing his relatives, and cried while hugging Damian's neck.

Damian's heart ached as he hugged his younger brother. The younger brother had lost a lot of weight. Compared with the little fat man who dropped his hand before, it was a world of difference.

"Brother." The little milk voice was extremely wronged: "Brother Rice."

Damian happily rubbed his younger brother's soft hair: "What's wrong? Mo Mo?"

Can Mo Mo say that his self-esteem was blown apart?Obviously not, he put his arms around his brother's neck and tried his best to wink at Dad and Grandpa Afu from an angle that Damian couldn't see.

The two adults have experienced big storms. What embarrassing things haven't been seen?This scene was simply trivial, and he immediately nodded with a serious face.

Jing Mo was happy, and he kissed Damian on the cheek.

Damian didn't bother about why Jingmo was crying, but just checked Jingmo up and down, especially his stomach, which was said to be seriously injured.

Looking at the baby's white, tender and chubby belly, Damian couldn't help pinching it.

What kind of touch is this?It's like cream, and I can't put it down when I pinch a lunzi.

Jing Mo felt itchy, pressed his two small hands on his brother's hand, leaned back on his brother and laughed "giggling".

Damian was infected by his laughter. Robin, who always thought he was very mature, seemed to be addicted to playing, and pressed his cold hands on Jingmo's belly.

However, the baby who had a high body temperature experienced blood loss, and his body temperature did not rise so quickly after being frozen.

Damian is very careful. He hides his deep worry in his smile that he will not be ignored by his father.

Bruce sighed softly, shook his head at Damian, and signaled that Jing Mo was fine.

After getting his father's answer, Damian was completely relieved and asked his younger brother, "I heard you can become a panda?"

Facing his brother's question, Jing Mo raised his head and looked at him innocently, speaking with facts.

The soft baby in his arms turned into an even softer panda. Damian cheered and held the panda around excitedly.

Jing Mo also waved his little paw and laughed with Damian.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore...

I looked at my father with tears in my eyes, hoping that he could come to save me.

Bruce looked away stiffly, rather than being chased by Damian for sparring training, Bruce hoped that the two brothers would "have fun" and he could go back to Iron Man's mech.

Control freak Batman doesn't like the idea of ​​outside forces entering Gotham on his turf beyond his control.

Jing Mo, who was unilaterally played by his brother, almost cried out.

I’m just a baby recovering from a serious illness. Although Brother Dami’s hair is very comfortable, but he has been doing it for three hours, I think my hair is going to be bald QAQ

Damian felt that his hands didn't feel right, looked down, and guiltily wiped back the hair sticking to his hand, patting it, as if Jing Mo's small piece of hair that was bald by himself was still growing on his body.

Receiving his brother's merciful letting go, Jing Mo hid behind Grandpa Ah Fu like his butt was on fire, trying to hypnotize himself that he didn't hear Brother Rice's invitation to sleep together.

Damian was unhappy after being rejected by his younger brother with silence, so he went to fight with his father.

Ah Fu brought a special cookie, this time changed the pattern, turned it into letters, and spelled out the phrase "welcome home".

Baby Jingmo can only speak English and write only 26 letters, and his affection for the old housekeeper is only superficial.

The baby with high EQ guesses and knows the secret of Grandpa Ah Fu's cookies. He hugs the other's arm, and his voice is as sweet as honey and milk: "Grandpa Ah Fu, what is this?"

Ah Fu picked up Jing Mo, stretched out his finger and poked the centimeter of bald scalp on his head: "Welcome home."

Jing Mo felt that the touch was weird, and wanted to reach out to touch the top of his head, but the old housekeeper calmly stopped him: "Try the cookies, I hope it tastes the same as before."

Pull Jing Mo's half-raised hand down and put it on the plate.

Jing Mo also took advantage of the opportunity to pick up the cookie, and the baby who was taught to respect the old and love the young first gave a piece to Grandpa Afu: "Grandpa Afu, eat first."

After eating and drinking, Jingmo was taken to the room by Ah Fu and put to sleep.

The father and son who fought in the basement went out to watch the night. Wayne Manor was quiet and warm at night.

until……

"Wow... wow!" A sharp cry from a child pierced the night sky.

Damian of the night watch skillfully tied up the robber, and suddenly shivered.

Alfred in the manor coaxed the young master with a wry smile in his arms: "No, young master, you are still so cute, really, you are not bald, and your hair is still very lush."