[Comprehensive] The daily life of bear children

Superman was kicked out again.

Although he thought that what he said was sincere and contained puns, even a hard-hearted person would be moved by it.

But Bruce just wanted to say: "Get out, don't try to abduct my children."

He didn't feel that there was any sincerity in these words at all, he just felt that Superman seemed to have the face of a human trafficker.

"Stay away from them, I am the father of the children!"

Before throwing Superman out of Gotham, Bruce, wearing a Batman uniform, made his father's declaration word for word.

'I didn't want to steal your child, I just wanted to raise a child with you! 'Superman's sadness is flowing against the river once again.

Once again, he realized soberly: Batman's awkward personality cannot be summed up by the so-called Tsundere at all, he is simply a jerk!

"Master Bruce, do you really not understand what Master Clark means?"

Alfred stood in front of the Batcave, welcoming the successful Superman and crying (not at all), and the young master who returned triumphantly asked.

"I'm not right with him, Alfred." Bruce said meaningfully.

"Where is it inappropriate?" Alfred asked casually.

Bruce was silent for a few seconds, and replied in a low voice: "I don't like people wearing red underwear outside."

Alfred has already prepared dozens of arguments to refute his young master: ...

Gal had a nightmare, dreaming that he was buried alive.

He felt that someone was throwing things at him. At first it was not heavy, like a handful of earth, but one by one, his body became heavier and heavier, the oxygen around him decreased little by little, and the darkness shrouded it... Even He kept flapping his calves and hands, but he couldn't kick and take away the heavy things that were pressing on him. It was terrible!

"Help!" He struggled weakly and cried, "Help, help me, mom, dad, Damian! Help!"

For a long time, until he thought he would die this time, he was dug out by Alfred and saw the light again.

The terrified little wizard hugged Mr. Steward's waist tightly, not letting go.

Nightwing Dick walked over upon hearing the noise and whistled while looking at the sea of ​​plush toys that had already filled the room.

The huge black dragon toy with a full two meters, the same huge black pearl model ship, the big head pillows of the dwarves and elves, all the messy things filled the room to the brim, reaching the ceiling, opening the door, The kind that can spill out...

"Someone is going to kill me!" Gall cried, "Someone is going to suffocate me, bury me alive! I'm going to find an Auror..."

Alfred, who had no idea what an Auror was, had a speechless expression on his face: "No one is going to kill you, Master Gal."

"Yes!" the little wizard shouted with tearful accusations: "I was almost crushed to death underneath!"

"It was just an apology gift from Master Damian." Mr. Butler explained patiently.

"Damian actually wants to kill me!"

Cal, with tears still on his face, showed a shocked expression.

Dick nearly died laughing.

He supported Jason's shoulder next to him and said repeatedly: "Let me lean on you, little wing, I can't stand laughing."

Squatting on the window sill, the 'murderer' Damian, who worked so hard to stuff countless plush toys in after a whole night of carrying, was about to explode with anger.

"Do you have any brains! Who would use a plush toy to kill people!" he shouted angrily.

"How could I know what was going on in the mind of the perverted murderer!" Gal was equally angry.

Damian jumped off the ledge angrily, trying to rush over to argue with Gal.

But the group of plush toys below was obviously too soft, so he didn't check it for a while, and almost fell over.

Only then did he realize that having too many toys is not a good thing.

But now, will he admit that he made a mistake?

how could it be possible!

Sending a gift implicitly as a sign of reconciliation is already the limit of what he can do!

"Do you have the brains, after seeing the toy, the first thought is that someone is going to kill you?" Damian shouted at the little wizard.

After being frightened, Gal muttered to himself: "I want to break up with you, Damian!"

"I've been preparing for several days, and I'll give you a room full of toys!" Damian continued to shout.

"I'm breaking up with you, Damian!" Gall repeated, burying his head in Alfred's arms.

"I specially found a factory, put swords on their necks (Alfred: What? I'll tell Master Bruce about this), and paid a lot of money to let them do this day and night Too many toys, isn’t it enough to pay for your broken building blocks?” Damian had already started to feel aggrieved, his eyes were red with anger.

"I still want to break up with you," said the little wizard.

"Well done, that's what it has to be," said Dick, gloating beside him.

"I really need to teach this little bastard a lesson." Jason seemed to be quite happy to see such a scene.

"Go away, talkative Grayson and useless Todd," Damian yelled at his two brothers.

"Master Damian, pay attention to your manners." Alfred said with a headache.

"Why are you so noisy so early in the morning, Pennyworth?" A childish voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look over.

The small Damian, who was carried back last night, seemed to have just woken up. He was wearing a rather large white men's nightgown, and actually held a red wine glass in his short hand. Walked over: "I have been waiting in the house for a long time, but I still haven't seen the servant come to deliver breakfast. As a housekeeper, this should be your negligence, Pennyworth."

"Servant?" Jason asked Dick with a confused expression, "Is there a servant in Wayne Manor?"

"Yes, Master Todd, don't be surprised, he's talking about me." Alfred replied calmly, "I'm sorry, Master Damian, I'm the only servant in the manor right now."

"So few?" Small Damian looked dissatisfied: "Then who are they?"

Alfred replied: "Master Gal is a guest, Master Jason and Master Dick are your elder brothers, as for..."

"Brother? Isn't my father the only son?" Damian interrupted him.

"Master Dick and Master Jason are children adopted by the master." The butler patiently explained.

"Adoption? Why sex? Does the father want a child? So, my replacement?"

While thinking about it, the little Damian said as a matter of course: "Then since I'm back, these substitutes are useless, so let's drive them away today!"

"Hey, bat cub, what are you talking about!" Jason almost jumped up angrily.

The good-tempered Dick couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Crazy people are getting younger and younger."

"Sorry, Master Damian."

Alfred still said calmly: "This is up to the master. Also, the milk in your glass is almost gone, do you need some more?"

Little Damian didn't notice Mr. Butler's sarcasm, and nodded naturally while holding a red wine glass: "I want fresh ones."

So, the red wine glass is actually filled with milk?

Dick & Jason looked blank: This brother seems to be sick!

Gal looked surprised: Damian was so able to put on airs when he was a child?

The other Damian present silently covered his face with his hands.

Although he felt that there was nothing wrong with what he did when he was a child, but seeing everyone's reactions from another angle, he really felt a little ashamed to play.

"Stop playing with this group of inexplicable people, please prepare breakfast for me as soon as possible, Pennyworth."

The little Damian didn't even look at Gal (he just didn't want to look up at people), and only put on a condescending posture, and ordered very naturally: "Father brought me the sweets before." The biscuits taste good, and I hope to see them on the table later."

Everyone stared at him with a speechless expression, and Qiqi complained in his heart: "Don't you know that Ah Fu's cookies are limited edition?" '

"Sorry, master."

Alfred said quietly, "Cookies are not on the breakfast menu."

"Then add it now." Small Damian said naturally.

Alfred bowed slightly: "Yes, master."

The little Damian was satisfied, and left as if no one else was there.

Dick couldn't help protesting, "Fuck, you never used to give me cookies early in the morning."

"If you order..." Alfred replied, "I can prepare you the same breakfast as Master Damian's."

"Uh...no need." Dick immediately refused again cowardly.

The other Damian snorted coldly with his arms folded.

He remembered a morning many years ago, on the breakfast table, in the center of his own empty plate, there was only a piece of cookie as small as a finger, and the explanation given by Alfred at that time was: "This is his Wanted 'little' cookies."

Strangely, he had no intention of reminding his other self at all, and he didn't think that little Damian was himself.

No leaves are exactly alike in the world.

Even if they are all Damian, they will have two different souls after experiencing different things in different time and space.

Therefore, the past is unbearable to look back on, and look at the present temporarily.

Damian struggled to get out of the sea of ​​plush toys, trying to hold the little wizard's hand, but was rejected.

Then, biting his lower lip, he plunged into the sea of ​​stuffed toys, and dug for a while before digging out a book with difficulty, handed it over and said, "I never forgot, Gal."

The little wizard hesitantly took the book and opened it, and oil paintings appeared in front of his eyes.

Riding a black dragon for the first time, flying together over the ocean, fighting side by side with sea monsters, adventures after encountering giant eagles, slaying dragons, making friends with elves and dwarves...

Finally, there is the portrait of the little wizard, with silver-white hair, triangular wolf ears, beautiful blue eyes and a round face.

Gal looked at the pictures in surprise and was very moved.

"Stop losing your temper and say something?"

Wanting to reconcile Damian, he asked in an uneasy and irritated tone.

Gal took a deep breath, turned around and looked at him: "How long have you been secretly in love with me?"

He held up the picture album, looked like an expert, and said very confidently: "I see your strong love here!"

Damian looked at him in disbelief: "You idiot!"

Then, with red ears, he ran through the window again.

Brothers Dick and Jason were laughing like crazy.

Only Alfred was still calm, and asked without haste: "Then do you want to break up the relationship, Master Gal?"

The little wizard thought for a while: "No, one should be more tolerant to one's admirers."