bat baby

Jing Mo kept a distance from the woman, Bruce and Jason kept them separated, and the woman looked at Jing Mo sadly: "Mo Mo, I am mother!"

Jing Mo was very guilty, but he grabbed his father's clothes tightly: "Auntie, although you look the same as my mother, you are really not my mother. My mother wouldn't cry like that."

The woman rubbed her eyes: "My own son doesn't even recognize me, so can't I cry?"

Jing Mo shook his head: "Mom won't cry, she will just rush up and spank my ass hard."

The woman paused: "I haven't seen you for a long time, haven't I?"

Jason picked up Jingmo impatiently and was about to leave: "The child has already said that you are not his mother, what are you talking about now?!"

Seeing that Jingmo is about to be taken away, Song Yanmo immediately rushes up to snatch the child.

But who is Jason?How could he be snatched by her so easily.

Jason kicked her out, and the woman fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Give me the child!" The woman was anxious, and once again rushed towards her fiercely, her eyes glowed green, and her pretty face was so ferocious that it didn't look like a human being.

Jason is not easy to bully, the opponent's beast-like attack has no routine at all, without Bruce's shot, Jason can kick the opponent down with only his feet.

The woman was kicked and flew out, hit the cabinet directly, got up and escaped directly through the window.

Bruce walked over to the cabinet and looked at the layer of skin the woman had shed on the handle.

Jason looked at Jenny, and teacher Jenny raised her hand very cleverly: "I don't know anything, that person is a human trafficker pretending to be Mama Asa."

Jason looked away, satisfied with Jenny's sense of humor.

Jing Mo thought that after so many things happened, he should not be held accountable. As a result, who knew that Bruce didn't hold the case, but he didn't hold the case in front of outsiders.

The air pressure of Bruce in the car was so low that Jing Mo didn't dare to breathe. As soon as he got home, he slid into the house like a loach.

Bruce didn't even bother to stop the car, turned off the engine, and chased after him with a single stride.

Jing Mo was frightened to death, with short legs clenched tightly, circling around the table.

"Dad, don't be angry. Being angry is bad for your health." Jing Mo hid behind the table, his eyes full of sincerity.

Batman knows how to scare people best. He keeps a half-circle distance from Jingmo, neither catching up with him nor falling too far behind, giving Jingmo a sense of urgency at all times.

Jing Mo felt particularly depressed and scared, and the fear that rose from the bottom of his heart made him cry "Wow!".

"Dad, I really dare not."

Bruce will not let him go easily, he is so thoughtful at such a young age, if he is left alone now, will he be able to pay in the future?

Bruce wouldn't think his son was smart just because he had a quick brain, but he was angry at his behavior of trying to hide it.

As Gotham's vigilante, Batman's sense of justice is unquestionable, even to the point of being serious.

Instead of realizing his mistake, Jingmo tried to cover it up.

Bruce thought that a three-year-old must know the seriousness of this matter.

Jing Mo hasn't exercised since he left the country, and he has gained a lot of weight and hid under the table out of breath.

Bruce almost laughed angrily: "Come out for me."

"I don't!" It was very loud and very backbone.

"You come out!"

"I won't!"

Bruce took a deep breath and tried to suppress his anger, but failed. The tenants of Arkham knew how good Batman's arms were.

He lifted the table, revealing his little son hidden in it.

Jing Mo screamed "Ah!", got up and wanted to run.

Picking up his son who was trying to escape, Bruce Wayne slapped his ass hard.

Although he controlled his strength, Jing Mo still felt intense pain.

If Batman wants to teach someone a lesson, he must let the other person remember it for life.

Jing Mo didn't react for a while, after about 10 seconds, there was a cool feeling in the buttocks, which slowly turned into a tingling feeling, followed by a burning pain.

Jing Mo's tears came out all at once, unlike before when he was frightened and cried when he was beaten, this time he was really hurt by the beating.

"Wow! Woohoo! No, stop beating!" Jing Mo cried miserably, his voice cracked a bit.

Ah Fu heard the movement and hurried out to check. He was very anxious when he saw this scene, but he couldn't persuade him: "What's wrong?"

Jason briefly told Ah Fu the reason and process of Jingmo being invited as a parent today, and then focused on the fact that Jingmo found a monster to be his mother.

Ah Fu rationally knew that the young master had done something wrong, but he couldn't bear to hear the cry of the child.

"Master Bruce, the young master also knows he was wrong, so please stop beating him." Ah Fu stomped his feet anxiously.

Bruce's voice was indifferent: "If you don't teach him a lesson this time, you may not be able to do anything next time."

Jason grew up at the bottom of Gotham, did he do anything stealthy?

He really didn't think Jing Mo was wrong, but Jason would not interfere when Bruce educated the children.

Had to leave alone to prepare the ointment.

Jing Mo's crying voice became hoarse, and he didn't beg for mercy anymore. He just cried as loudly as he could, trying to soften his father's heart.

Bruce didn't actually hit him a few times, but it was an unprecedented lesson for a three-year-old baby.

Bruce let him go, and Jingmo lay on his father's lap, tears dripping into a small puddle on the ground.

The pain of being beaten without taking off the pants is better than taking off the pants and being beaten. This kind of continuous pain is really hard to bear.

"Uh... hiccup! Uh... huh..." Jing Mo originally knew that he had done something wrong, but after being beaten, his rebellious psychology came up, and he kept crying, the more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt.

"Do you still dare in the future?" It was the first time Bruce spoke to Jing Mo so harshly.

Jing Mo didn't say anything, just cried.

"answer me!"

Jing Mo trembled: "No, I dare not."

Only then was Bruce satisfied. He picked up Jing Mo and wiped away his tears: "Don't cry."

Jing Mo's eyes were like an open faucet, and tears kept flowing: "I, hiccup! I can't stop, so come down and hiccup!"

Ah Fu stepped forward and said, "I'll take the young master to apply the medicine."

After all, his butt was swollen, Jason handed over the ointment.

Ah Fu hugged Jing Mo in his arms, patted his back to help him calm down: "Young master, don't cry, Master Bruce is also worried about the young master, you know that person is not a good person, and you brought her with you, if you get out What's the matter, what can I do?"

Jing Mo understood this truth, but he was afraid that his father would be angry if he found out, so he didn't think so much, let alone that the aunt would really pretend to be his mother.

It can also be said that Jingmo's social experience is too little, which caused him to be beaten.

Jing Mo is not an ignorant child, he leaned on Alfred's shoulder to explain why he did this.

"I didn't expect Uncle Tom to fall down. The teacher said to invite parents. I, I was afraid that my father would be angry. I didn't want to compete with them, but they called me a fool and laughed at me. I don't want to be laughed at by them. But I don't want to make my dad angry. I smell that auntie, I don't know she wants to catch me, Grandpa Afu, I was wrong, I won't play with Jack in the future, and I won't lie to the teacher, I'll be smart .”

Ah Fu was very pleased to reward Jingmo with a comforting kiss and a cookie.

After Jing Mo finished applying the medicine, he limped into the hall as if his leg had been discounted.

Jason's eyes twitched, why does this guy look like he has lost his legs?

Bruce knew that he was pitying him, so he snorted coldly: "Go and write a letter of guarantee, 300 words."

For a 3-year-old baby, 300 words are too much, but for Jingmo, it is very simple. All his mathematical talents are lit up in writing.

Jing Mo's small mouth was curled downwards, tears were hanging on his eyelashes, and the tip of his nose was red, looking extremely pitiful, he nodded: "I know."

He went to the study with the small book his father gave him, and Jason went up to look at him worriedly.

Pushing the study door open a small crack, Jing Mo knelt down on Bruce's desk because of the pain in his buttocks, clutching Bi with difficulty in his little hands, and wrote stroke by stroke very seriously.

There are still words in his mouth: "I was wrong, I shouldn't pee casually... I shouldn't lie to the teacher... I was really wrong, if I do it again, I won't eat cookies... emmm no, if I do it again Don't eat donuts... No, if I do it again I won't eat it... If I do it again I won't eat carrots!"

Jason listened to Jingmo change the punishment for recidivism at least 5 times, and finally chose the carrot. He could predict Bruce's dark face, it must be exciting.

"Father, I finished writing." The child is just a child, the medicine was applied to his buttocks, and the pain didn't hurt much, and he acted like nothing happened again, and he didn't even feel scared for two days after the other children were beaten.

Bruce put down the newspaper and took the notebook to read, then fell silent.

Well, he can understand that his son is still young and doesn’t know how to typesetting. In the beginning, he may have written a lot of words with low emotions after being typed. Later, the words became bigger and bigger. One word even wrote a line, and the food word crossed out accounted for line.

Bruce had a headache, except for the misspelled words, there were no other mistakes, and he even described his mental journey.

"Cough!" Bruce was helpless, it was his first time raising such a small child, and he didn't know whether his son's level was normal or not.

But whether he is Bruce Wayne or Batman, he has very strict requirements for his son: "Rewrite! Copy it again, and write well!"

Jing Mo was so wronged, he was beaten when he got home without even drinking, and he had to write a guarantee letter after the beating without even eating, the baby is so hard.

He returned to the study dejectedly with a small notebook.

After he came out again, Bruce took the notebook and fell silent again.

The characters are bigger, but why are the characters on the back getting smaller and crooked...it's not as good as the first time.

He patted the table: "Is this your attitude?!"

Jing Mo trembled, and his temper also came up: "You are too much! You will kill me! You will kill me! You will beat me!"

He waved his little hand in mid-air, imitating his father's spanking action: "I hurt so much! Why are you so fierce?! A good father doesn't even spank your butt! Your father never spanked you, why did you spank me?! You are wrong!"

He took a deep breath: "You have to be reasonable! A good father is one who is reasonable with his children!"

Bruce was taught a lesson by Jingmo Yitong, and the anger in his heart "puchi" disappeared all of a sudden.

"If I tell you the truth, will you change it?"

Jing Mo was particularly straightforward: "You are not being reasonable, how do you know I won't change?"

I knew I wouldn't change it, but I went back confidently.

Bruce also lost his temper: "Okay, okay, next time I will reason with you."

The more Jing Mo talked, the more angry he became, his small chest rose and fell violently, and it seemed that he was about to explode.

Fire extinguisher Grandpa Ah Fu came over with a plate: "Young master, come and eat steak."

Jing Mo's small chest deflated all of a sudden, and the anger on his face immediately turned into a happy little face: "Grandpa Fu, can I have two?"

Bruce Wayne looked at Jingmo, who sat down and hissed, and felt a headache. Dean Winchester's message came from the phone: "Transformer."