Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Alfred's day always ends extra late and starts extra early.

Wayne Manor is a century-old castle. Although a short period of [-] years is not enough for it to call itself an "old castle", it has a long history in the entire Gotham City and even the entire United States, and has become a A major landmark of Gotham City.

Looking after a castle like this and the people who live in it takes a lot of time, effort and money.

If it wasn't for the owner of the manor to have some little secrets that must not be discovered by outsiders, Alfred would hire suitable professionals to carry out regular repairs and routine maintenance on Wayne Manor as usual.

But in view of his little master insisting on his extremely dangerous nocturnal activities and taking action for it, Alfred could only accept it silently after persuading him to no avail, and took all the responsibility in Wayne Manor alone. Work—pruning and sweeping the grounds, tidying and cleaning the interior of the castle, checking the condition of various antiques and paintings in the castle, and besides, he has to take care of his young master who doesn't know how to support himself at all.

So Alfred is not always aware of everything that happens in Wayne Manor. When he is preparing food in the kitchen or cleaning fallen leaves in the courtyard, what happened in the castle is a mystery to him. .

Of course, as an experienced former agent who has left many legends in the industry, Alfred is good at guessing from the details what happened in the castle when he was away, so from a certain point of view, he is indeed Wayne The actual controller of the estate.

It just doesn't always show up so timely.

Like this moment.

"...God..." Bruce let out a groan of pain, "Don't you cry! Please don't cry anymore... What do you want? You tell me what you want, just don't cry!"

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Carl didn't say anything, echoing Bruce's bigger, louder cries.

When Carl asks those stupid "ears, tails, and fur" questions at first, Bruce just repeats the "I'm not a kitten" line very perfunctorily.

But Karl is not such a baby who can be dismissed so easily, his persistence even makes Alexander feel a splitting headache.

When Bruce got up from the bed and stepped on his slippers and went downstairs to look for food, he persistently followed behind Bruce's buttocks, barefoot, with his face upturned, chattering and asking non-stop.

"Where are your shoes?" Annoyed by the question, Bruce began to change the subject.

"By the bed," Carl replied immediately, and quickly gave him a reason for not wearing shoes. "It's uncomfortable. I like wood."

As a two-year-old baby, his expressive ability is absolutely excellent. Bruce understood Carl's meaning with just a little thought: the shoes are not comfortable to step on the wooden floor.

"Whatever you want, little one," Bruce said as he descended the stairs. "Have you had your breakfast yet?"

"No."

Bruce stopped and looked at Carl, who was only as short as his knees: "No? This is not in line with Afu's style... Believe me, even if the end of the world comes, he will not let you run around hungry. How did you find my room?"

"I heard that," Carl said. "I'm not hungry."

"Alf must have got food for us all," Bruce sighed, knowing he couldn't get rid of the little one.

—He knew it the first time he saw Karl.

From any point of view, it is impossible for him to put Carl in the same place. First of all, his origin and ability are unknown. Batman can't just let this uncertain factor run around in Gotham City.

Secondly, this little baby is completely in line with his age in terms of appearance and behavior. Although he is a little smarter, it is not clear how smart he is, and he just calls "kitten" when he sees people and follows them. Bruce really didn't dare to ignore the way he was running. God knows where he would be tricked and what he would be tricked into doing?

Falling into the hands of gangsters is not a bad ending, at least most of the gangsters in Gotham City are only interested in money and power, or else they are keen to create chaos, and the worst thing is to fall into the hands of some official people.

Bruce could imagine what this little one would face, the dark captivity, and the never-ending experiments.

With experience, he found in the kitchen two sandwiches that Alfred had made ahead of time, as well as milk and vegetable juice.The sandwiches are one big and one small, the big one should be for him, and the small one must be for the baby.

Having said that, can a two-year-old eat a sandwich?

Bruce looks at Carl with the sandwich and asks him, "Can you eat this? Are your teeth..." full?Can you bite?

"I can eat." Carl interrupted Bruce in a hurry, he licked the root of the missing tooth in a subtle way, nodded vigorously and repeated, "I can eat."

Bruce arrived at the table with the sandwich, milk and vegetable juice, and gave the milk to Carl and the vegetable juice to himself.

However, when he bit the sandwich and ate more than half of it, and silently praised Afu's cooking skills in his heart as always, Carl looked at the sandwich for a while, looked up at Bruce, and said, "There is no meat."

"There's a fried egg in the sandwich," Bruce replied. "Eat it, you're going to like Alfred's sandwich."

"Meat," Carl repeated.

Bruce began to have ominous premonitions, "Listen, little guy, breakfast doesn't have to have meat products, dairy products and eggs are enough to supplement our nutrition...Damn, what am I talking about? It's like You can understand it. Eat your sandwich, I will ask Afu to cook you a big meal tonight, there is a lot of meat, so much that you can't finish it."

Carl stood on a chair—he was too short to reach the tabletop—and stared at Bruce, tears starting to pool in his eyes, the sparkle of which was crystal clear under the luxurious crystal chandelier.

Those were really beautiful blue eyes, beautiful and familiar to Bruce.

He secretly wrote a note in his heart, reminding himself to go to the bat computer to check the information when he has time, and maybe he can find some surprises.

Judging from this little guy's age, it is unlikely that the little guy himself is the one who makes him feel familiar.Perhaps what impresses him is the relatives of this little guy, and it should be a good idea to search based on this.

But this is not the top priority, the top priority is to coax him well.

The moisture in Carl's eyes is getting thicker and thicker, which makes Bruce panic a little.

He forcefully kept his composure and said, "Be obedient, little guy, eat your sandwich, I guarantee that even without meat, your sandwich is delicious..."

"Where did your ears and tail go?" Carl asked with a sobbing voice, "Where did your fur go?"

"Oh my God." Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, then stared into Carl's eyes and said, "I'm a human, and humans don't have the cat ears, cat tails, and cat fur you want. I only have human ears , a human tailbone and a human hair—”

This is the most regrettable thing he has said today.

He should have known this little baby was going to be a huge problem for him.

Because just after he said those words, the tears that had been slowly brewing in Carl's eyes burst out.

Carl opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Bruce. A long string of small pearl-like tears fell on the table one after another, and soon accumulated small puddles of water.

"Don't cry—" Bruce was about to jump up from his seat, he coughed and lowered his voice, "Don't cry, little guy, what are you crying for?"

God help Alfred not come into the house at this hour, Bruce thought.

When he came back with the little guy last night, Alfred was already upset to see the blood on his chest and face, and just endured knowing it wasn't Bruce's fault.

In order to appease the little guy, Afu also made an exception and promised him to drink chocolate milk before going to bed. If Afu found out that he made the little guy cry, Afu would be very angry-Bruce didn't want to know what Afu was angry about looks like.never want to.

"What do you want? Tell me, little guy, you're a big kid, don't cry, man bleeds but not tears," Bruce put down his half-eaten breakfast, even though it was supposed to be his lunch given the time Right, "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

Carl sobbed and opened his arms to Bruce, who stood up immediately and took him in his arms.

"...Wow!" Carl hugged his neck tightly, turning from silent tears to howls.

While crying, he was still choking, telling Bruce intermittently:

"I, I, I'm two years old, I'm not, I'm not a man, I'm a, little, little baby, I, I can cry if I want to cry... Woohoo!"

The corners of Bruce's lips twitched, thinking that what you said made sense, and I didn't know how to refute it at all... No, you seem to understand that you are still a child so you can do whatever you want. Who taught you this? Set?

"Don't cry, baby, don't cry." Bruce was not stupid, he was thinking of the same thing in his heart, he stood up from his seat holding the crying little guy, and coaxed him nicely Looking at him, "You want to eat meat? No problem, I'll ask Alfred to make it for you right away."

"I, I want Kitty." Carl cried a little softer.

He sobbed and reached out to touch the top of Bruce's head, but he only touched Bruce's short, fluffy hair that was just brushed casually, and there was nothing in the place where he thought a pair of pointed ears should grow.

This discovery made the young Carl a little overwhelmed. His crying paused briefly, his eyes widened, and his tear-filled blue pupils magnified infinitely in front of Bruce.

...There is actually a kind of pain that does not meet the age.

"Kitty!" Carl screamed and struggled, "Kitty!"

"—Don't cry! Don't cry." Bruce was so annoyed that he sighed in his heart, "I am, I am a kitten."

Carl stared at Bruce for a moment, pursed mouth.

"You have no ears, no tail, no fur. And Kitty's eyes are gold." He said through tears, "No...you're not."

"You're not my Kitty."

He blinked, and a pea-sized tear fell on the back of Bruce's hand.