bat baby

Qin Changge didn't let Jing Mo go home, even if it was only a few minutes for Qin Changge.

He didn't give Jing Mo a chance to speak, so he gave Jing Mo his universe bag, and stuffed him into the arms of Superman who regained his sanity: "Okay, your dad should be in a hurry after being out for so long, I will contact you when I have time." Yes, go back quickly."

Both Superman and Barry knew what was going on, and Qin Changge decided to hide it from Jingmo. He didn't know how long it would last, and he knew it was not a problem to hide it like this, but he just didn't want the news to come from him. speak out.

The other demons thought the same way, and telling him this matter was too heavy for Jing Mo, and they didn't want to be this "bad guy".

We can only hope that Song Yanmo will no longer be involved in Jingmo's growth in the future, and Jingmo's feelings for her gradually fade away.

how can that be possible?How can a child forget its mother?Especially when I wake up every morning, I will silently look forward to whether my mother will come to pick up his child today.

Jing Mo didn't have a chance to speak. On the way back, he covered his face and cried.

Superman wanted to comfort him, but he suddenly found that, as a reporter, he couldn't think of any words to comfort the sad child.

Jing Mo is no longer crying loudly, he is like a wounded little animal that has lost his parents, hiding alone in the grass and licking his wounds, his small whimpers drifting along the wind to the distance.

Jing Mo is only three years old, and it is the first time in his short life to examine himself.

Is it because Mo Mo is not good? Is it because Mo Mo is too stupid?Momo will do the math seriously, I won’t eat snacks, I won’t watch cartoons, I will be obedient, mom, can you come and pick me up home?Mom I miss you so much.

Mom, I obeyed my father obediently. I didn't run around and I helped my father. Come and see me, okay?

Mom, I sent you an email, did you see it?

Mom, I dream about you every day, when will you pick me up?

Mom, I miss you so much...

Jing Mo fell asleep, leaning against Superman's arms, with tears on his face, which had been blown into ice by the high-altitude airflow.

Superman landed halfway, took off the cloak and wrapped Jingmo up, Superman without the cloak got used to it before flying up.

Bruce Wayne checked the global surveillance and finally found Superman.

Barry Allen had contacted Batman a long time ago, and Batman was already waiting at home.

Superman landed outside the manor, and Bruce appeared in the courtyard almost at the same time.

Superman returned Jing Mo to the other party full of apprehension: "Sorry B."

Bruce felt that his temper was much better. If it was him before, he would be roaring now: "Get out of my Gotham." Right?

He looked at Jing Mo's sleeping face and sighed: "It's because I didn't think carefully."

And Jing Mo is fine.

God knows that the moment Jing Mo was taken away, the blood in his body seemed to be frozen.

What came to my ears was not the shouts of teammates, but gunshots.

Superman's indifferent expression and Jing Mo's smiling face were intertwined in his mind. At that time, there was only one sentence in his mind: If Jing Mo can come back safely, then nothing is important.

The guilt in Superman's heart almost overwhelmed him. Every time he made Batman angry, the other party was always very angry and told him to get out of Gotham. Now facing such a calm Batman, Superman felt a little uneasy for a while.

"B, I'm really sorry, I'm already on guard against him." Superman paused, and took out the feather Qin Changge gave him: "Jing Mo's uncle said, I'm not afraid of being controlled if I wear this feather." gone."

Bruce looked at him now. If the feathers really work, it will save them a lot of trouble in the future.

"Keep up." After all, he is a hero. He didn't even dare to imagine how much disaster Superman could cause when he was controlled. At this moment, he heard Superman say that this feather can make him lose control.

Batman quickly contacted Cyborg, Diana, Zatanna, and Hal, and they prepared ample kryptonite and a laboratory.

Superman turns green when he hears the word kryptonite.

Bruce handed Jingmo to Alfred: "He has been blowing in the sky for a long time, and he may have a fever. Help him prepare the medicine."

When Jing Mo woke up, the keen old butler noticed that something was wrong with the young master.

After he woke up, he didn't stay in bed anymore, and he didn't pester him for cookies, and he didn't even watch cartoons to do mental calculations.

To the old man's relief, he still confidently wrote the wrong answer after the equal sign.

Bruce and others were pleasantly surprised to find that Superman seemed to be really immune to control, and they even asked the Winchester brothers to summon a medium-sized demon for an experiment.

"It looks like it's really immune." Batman was relieved: "I'll make you an accessory that won't fall off, and you can wear it on your body. It won't be too conspicuous, and no one will guess what the feather does."

After Bruce came home, the worried old butler explained what happened to Jingmo today.

Bruce's cheerful mood turned to worry.

"He misses his mother, and he is on the edge of his horn." As an excellent housekeeper, observing words and demeanor is an essential skill. After contacting him today, he has returned to China, but was blocked outside. The young master will inevitably think too much.

But what does a three-year-old think?It's nothing more than words like his mother doesn't want him anymore.

Looking at his performance after waking up, it was clear at a glance what was going on in his mind.

Bruce rubbed his temples with a headache: "Is it because he has too few friends?"

Although Alfred still hoped that Master Bruce would spend more time with the young master, but after the clown's accident, Arkham, who had been calm for a while, began to move around again.

"Find a friend of the same age for Jingmo." Bruce said. It just so happened that the boss of the company he worked with recently has a three or four-year-old child. He can make an appointment to meet Jingmo another day. If Jingmo likes it, he can cultivate a friendship.

Thinking so, Bruce sighed helplessly when he heard the Batcave alarm in the headset: "I'll go to night patrol first."

Ah Fu looked at the back of the master going away, he hesitated to speak, he thought that after Bruce talked with his parents, the most important thoughts in Gotham would change a little.

But ah, how can the thoughts that have been ingrained for so many years be easily changed?

It's not that Jingmo is not important to him, but it's Jingmo's psychological problem now. Compared with the lives of Gotham citizens, Bruce's choice is right.

Looking at the disappointing eyes of the little young master hidden behind the door, Ah Fu let out all the distracting thoughts in his mind: "Young master, do you want to eat the cookies made by old Ah Fu?"

After Jing Modu fell asleep, Ah Fu waited until the master of the night patrol came back, and set the time for the banquet: "Why don't we hold a banquet, and invite all the partners of the right age in the Gotham family?"

Ah Fu is worried about the young master's current state: "Too many people may not be good for the young master, why don't we invite two first?"

"That's good." After deciding who to invite, Bruce went back to the room sleepily, only Ah Fu felt uneasy and always had a bad premonition.

When Bruce introduced him to the two children opposite, a boy and a girl, to be honest, Jing Mo was happy, and it was always a pleasure to play with people of the same age.

The older girl is Minnie, she is 5 years old, she is a quiet little girl, and the little boy who is the same age as Jingmo is called Hanst, a very lively little boy.

Jingmo happily invited them into her toy room. Minnie fell in love with Jingmo's picture book at a glance, hugged and read it fondly, and ignored the two boys at all.

Jing Mo scratched his head and found that she liked reading just like Lucy, so he turned to play with Hanst.

The two boys played together easily, from a small ball to a game of war.

Jing Mo is holding a shiny golden toy knife, majestic like a proud general.

"Asa, can you lend me a game?" Hanst looked enviously.

Although Jing Mo was reluctant to lend the gift that Big Brother Da Mi gave him to others, his father said that he is the host today, and he wanted to let the guests go, so he handed over the toy knife: "You have to be careful, this is what my brother gave me. gift, I like it."

Hanste snatched it up and hugged him fondly, Jingmo blinked, still reluctant, but he had to be good and listen to his father.

So he simply stopped reading, and took a book and sat beside Minnie to read it.

Minnie gave him a strange look: "Why don't you guys stop playing?"

Jing Mo shook his head depressed: "He's playing by himself."

Minnie smiled when she heard this: "That's right, can you tell me a story? I can't understand the words on it, so I can only guess from the pictures."

Jing Mo's mood became clear: "Okay, let me tell you, this is my favorite hero."

He pointed to the three-eyed hero above the clouds: "His name is Yang Jian, and he is a very powerful god."

The picture book of Erlang God splitting the mountain to save his mother is different from the widely circulated Baolian Lantern Liu Chenxiang saving his mother. The monsters know better who split the mountain to save their mother.

Jing Mo pointed to the words in the book, and told Minnie word by word that after the story was told, the adults' social interaction would come to an end.

Seeing that the friends were about to leave, Jing Mo gave the picture book to Minnie.

But when turning to Hanste, Jing Mo said: "Hanste, can you give me back my toy knife? I'll give you the little plane."

Hanste hugged the toy knife tightly, opened his mouth and said, "This is mine."

Jing Mo was stunned. He looked at his father in a daze, and then at Hanst: "This is mine! It was given to me by my brother."

Hanst bit it to death: "This is mine, my father bought it for me."

Hanst's father was very embarrassed: "Hanster! This is not what Dad bought for you! Put it down!"

He felt ashamed.

Seeing that his father didn't help him, Hanst opened his mouth and cried: "This is mine! It's mine!"

Bruce frowned: "Mr. Hanno, please take care of your son."

Everyone knew that this toy really belonged to the owner, but the child did not let it go, and as an adult, Bruce could not have the same knowledge as a child.

Some children are used to going to other people's homes to take things from others. He thinks that as long as he wants it, it is his own.

There are also some children who know that this thing is not theirs, but they like it very much. After playing for a while, they will think that it would be great if they have such a thing, and then they seem to hypnotize themselves, thinking that this thing is his, otherwise how could it be In his hands?

Hanster belongs to the latter category. He thinks that this toy belongs to him in his heart. Don't you see that Minnie also has a book in her hand?

Jing Mo stomped his feet anxiously: "It's not yours! No! That's mine! Brother Rice gave it to me!"

Hansted ignored him and just cried.

Bruce was annoyed, and looked at Hanst's father: "Your tutor is really eye-opening, I think our cooperation will come to an end here."

I didn't expect that today's meeting not only failed to connect with each other, but also messed up the cooperation. Mr. Hannuo's thin face was covered with cold sweat. If this cooperation is messed up, the shareholders in the company will definitely not let him go.

Mr. Hannuo couldn't help feeling a little anxious: "Mr. Wayne, this is just a small friction between the children, how can you give up the cooperation of several hundred million because of this?"

Bruce was annoyed, the child's cry was so penetrating that it shook people's brains: "Okay, this toy is for you, take your child and leave my manor!"

Before Mr. Hannuo could respond, Old Afu had already led his bodyguards to invite him out respectfully and forcefully.

Minnie stood next to her father, frowning and hesitated to speak.

Minnie's father covered Minnie's mouth: "Then Mr. Wayne, let's take our leave first."

Bruce solved a troublesome matter, turned his head to look at his son, and wanted to tell him not to be angry, and Dad will buy you another toy knife.

But Jingmo cried "Wow!", and jumped while crying: "Dad, you hate it! It's mine! It's mine! It's mine! It was given to me by my brother!"

Bruce wanted to hug him, but was pushed away by Jing Mo: "I hate you! I hate you! That's mine! Why did you give it to him! You hate it!"

Jing Mo was extremely aggressive like crazy, and her round and lovely manicured nails became like sharp knives at the moment, drawing two wounds on Bruce's face.

"I hate you! You don't even love me! You're not a good father! You hate me!" Jing Mo uttered cruel words, broke free from his father's restraint, turned and ran back to the room, closing the door with a bang! up.

Bruce didn't think it was a big deal at first, it was just a toy knife, wouldn't it be enough for him to ruin a contract worth hundreds of millions for this toy knife?

Ah Fu sighed, it is necessary to contact a psychiatrist.

"Master Bruce, there is no solution to this matter." A Fu said: "From your point of view, you must not be able to force the other party to hand over the toy knife as an adult, but giving up the toy knife hurt the young master again. heart of."

Bruce knew why Jing Mo reacted so strongly, but in the circumstances at that time, no matter what he did, it was wrong.

He chose to give up the toy knife and terminated the contract, so that child would inevitably bear his father's anger, but his son didn't know this, he just felt that his father had given away the gift his brother gave him.

Bruce had a headache, because Jingmo was not tall enough, and he couldn't lock the door. Bruce opened the door and walked in. Jingmo was crying very sadly under the table in a small ball.

"Mo Mo, I'm sorry, Dad did something wrong, can Dad apologize to you?" There was no solution to this matter, Bruce chose to tell the truth to Jing Mo first: "That toy knife is not the one Damian gave you, I I didn’t dare to give it to you for fear of getting hurt, can I give it back to you now? I assure you, if it is really the one Damian gave you, I will never give it away.”

Jing Mo raised his face and looked at his father with a wet face: "But, that was also the first gift my father gave me. Why did you give it to him, Dad? He is a bad boy!"

Bruce simply sat on the ground: "But Dad is an adult. If Dad asks him to return the toy to you, then everyone will say that Dad bullies the children. Dad gave him the toy, but canceled the cooperation with his dad. His dad has no money, so he won't be able to buy toys in the future, so it's dad's revenge for you, right?"

Jingmo was young and didn't know what would happen to Hanster who had no money and couldn't afford toys. He only knew that his father bullied him back.

Although he was still sad, he was a little bit happier.

Bruce didn't do anything wrong. Originally, business was never all eggs in one basket. Cooperating with Wayne Enterprises was the icing on the cake, and there was nothing wrong with not cooperating. At most, Hanno would be ridiculed when he went back.

As for the brat, it's none of his business.

Jing Mo's little hand touched Bruce's face: "Dad, I'm sorry."

The wound that was not serious had healed.

Bruce hugged his son and kissed him on the face: "It should be me who said I'm sorry."

Jing Mo put his arms around his father's neck and stopped talking.

Bruce thought the incident was over, but found out before dinner that when a baby holds a grudge, no apology is powerless.

On the road, Damian heard Alfred talk about what happened during this period, and he sneered, not knowing whether it was dissatisfaction with Hansted or mocking his father.

Damian just nodded when he learned that Jingmo had forgiven his father.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, Jing Mo, who was sitting at the dining table, shed tears the moment he saw Damian.

"Brother!" The little fat man was full of grievances and pity, jumped off the stool, and ran towards his brother: "Brother! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

It was sad in Damian's arms, and a trembling little hand pointed backwards at the confused Bruce: "Dad is broken! Woohoo!"

Bruce Wayne looked incredible: Didn't we reconcile? !

He has a hunch that this matter will last for a long time (:з」∠)_