The daily life of the popular element male protagonist

Or where the hell is Bruce going to have to go in a wheelchair.

In short, it should definitely not be the roof of the Gotham Police Department.

Although the wheelchair is electric, Jason, whose body is out of control, obviously does not have the right to operate the wheelchair. Alfred took over the power without hesitation. The spacious wheelchair moved very smoothly on the somewhat bumpy grass. Sen's back was stiff against the back of the chair, only there the emotion was still intense.

Ivan: "..." I always feel that the child's interest is not very high.

"That's right." The black-haired boy suddenly remembered something, touched it from his pocket, and took out a mobile phone. This is what Bruce bought for him after he got a new ID card. Not only is the shell customized, but Even the screen saver is the family crest of Wayne's family. He slid his finger on the screen twice, and he was still distracted, "Alfred, did you inform your father? Jason's conscious?"

Alfred's British accent was still full of calmness, "Master Ivan has been notified." When he went to pick up the wheelchair, he had already notified Bruce, not only Bruce, but also the Wayne family He notified all the members.

It is estimated that a group of masked vigilantes at home are frantically rushing home.

So Ivan took back the phone smoothly, turned his head and looked at the little boy sitting in a wheelchair beside him, and after a while.

"This is only temporary, and it will be fine after drinking the medicine for a while."

As soon as this remark came out, the young boy's face seemed even more bleak.

Bruce received the news at a press conference, which was a conference on the development of new energy sources. This conference not only invited journalists from all walks of life, but also many people from the upper class of society. He's got Tony Stark on the money list.

Both of these two were born in M ​​country, and their superficial characters are very striking. They both have black hair and blue eyes. Already...beautiful dude.

Even in some places their characters are rock-to-stone, just like ordinary people know that Tony Stark is Iron Man, and he funded the Avengers, although ordinary people don’t know that Bruce Wayne is a bat Heroes, but Bruce Wayne also funded the Justice League.

So for a long time, the media believed that the reason Bruce Wayne funded the Justice League was actually to avoid Tony Stark.

Of course, when he received Alfred's text message, Bruce put aside his playboy's lazy attitude. He stood up, straightened his suit, turned around and left his seat quickly.

Tony Stark was propping his chin with one hand, swinging with one leg crossed while listening to the speaker on the podium talking about statistics that many people present could not understand. Seeing Bruce Ten get up, the little The bearded man was frightened for a moment, then he restrained his expression, squinted his eyes and watched the man's tall figure leave without hesitation.

So Tony, who had been a little impatient for a long time, stood up, tidied his shirt lightly, and ran away from the other side.

Pepper Potts, who came to the press conference with him, sighed, but tried hard to maintain a smile on his face, and resolutely drew a line with his boss's attitude.

Bruce picked up his car after leaving the venue, and drove back to Wayne Island by himself. During the journey, his hand holding the steering wheel was still a little trembling, and the psychological preparation he had done before to pick Jason up again. To go through it again.

After all, they had only quarreled a few days ago. Although it was Jason's unilateral action, the kid had really ignored him for many days, and he was angry longer than ever before.

And the reason why Jason was angry was also the clown. Although he wanted to kill the clown several times after Jason died, although there were reasons for being dissuaded, he did not finish him.

The hands holding the steering wheel tightened again, and the four-door sedan stretched along the road, towards the bridge.

Parking, getting out of the car, closing the door, the movements were all in one go, Bruce ran up the stairs of the main house with small steps, the suit wrapped his body, the hem of the suit was up and down in mid-air, and the sound of leather shoes trampling on the marble was also very clear.

Alfred quietly watched Bruce trot past him, ran to the boy in the wheelchair, and squatted down in a very familiar posture.

Bruce: "Jason."

Jason: "..."

Seeing that the little boy didn't give him much reaction, Bruce's eyes dimmed slightly.

Ivan: "..." Holding a fork with a small tomato on it, the black-haired boy paused, "He's going to delay..."

"Bruce." Jason said.

Ivan: "..." Stuffed the little tomato into his mouth, and swallowed it twice.

Then the two looked at each other like stone sculptures, their eyes changed several times. If it is in an animation now, there must be a fierce lightning special effect bursting out of their eyes meeting on the screen, and there may even be an inner narration, But now in the real world, Ivan only saw the expressions on the faces of the two people getting more and more serious.

Jason's cheeks puffed up with anger.

Ah this...

Alfred walked over slowly, as if he was used to this situation, "Master Bruce, welcome home."

Bruce withdrew his gaze from his son, nodded towards Alfred, "Alfred." He nodded again to Ivan who was having a good time eating fruit, "Ivan."

"Welcome home." Ivan still didn't say the title after all, "Jason is recovering very well, and his body has been stiff for a while recently. Although it is a bit serious, it is within the predictable range. It becomes slow, but the consciousness is clear, and the communication is just slower."

Bruce said after listening, "I still want to give Jason a full body check."

Ivan didn't show dissatisfaction because of this, "His appetite should be a little more recently, and indeed it would be much better if he had a professional nutritionist to assist him." Although he can do it, he must give Bruce something he can Something in your hand isn't it?

He is very caring =w=//

The two of them were talking here, and Jason, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked even worse. He moved his finger, and then slowly lifted it up, "Old, old guy."

Ivan: "???" Young boy, who are you calling? !

Bruce turned his gaze back again, very conscious of being called out, regardless of the fact that he was only 35 years old and his flowers hadn't bloomed yet. He waited for Jason's next words.

As a result, the little boy puffed his cheeks, gasped for a few breaths, and didn't say anything for a long time, but his eyes became more fierce.

"Little Wing! Little Wing! Little-wing-wing!!!" One after another howls came from far and near at the gate. Just listening to this sound, I don't even think about who heard my brother regain consciousness. The message came back.

Even wearing a police uniform.

The black uniform, the baton on the waistband, and the boots down to the calf, even the trouser legs were tucked in. The handsome young man almost flew in all the way, and even gave it to Alfred when he passed by Mr. Housekeeper smiled extremely, and then he held the powerless Jason's head and hugged him into his arms.

Ivan took another bite of the tomato, and looked at Jason's rolled eyes in silence. Well, from a third-party perspective, it turns out that holding someone in his arms is like this. It's really interesting!

Victim... No, the expression of the person being hugged is very interesting!

Bruce stood up.

Jason raised his hand a little with difficulty, and was dragged back by Dick's big hand.

"Let go of... Alfred! Save—"

Bruce stood up in silence, his lips were pursed and looked a little pale, Ivan passed the fruit plate over, "Do you want to eat?"

The man looked at the son's non-stop posture one after another, and then looked at the interaction between the two brothers over there, accepted his son's kindness, picked up a bright red fruit and stuffed it into his mouth.

In the next second, he frowned.

Ivan: "Sour, I've never eaten such sour."

Bruce: "..." The turbulent mood calmed down instantly, he stretched out his hand, and stuffed a small tomato into his mouth again.

"By the way, I have something to tell you." Seeing the man swallow the tomato, Ivan was about to talk about the business.

Ivan thought a lot about when to confess to Bruce before.

He thought that one night when Bruce came back, he would sit on the sofa in his bedroom with his cloak on, raise his hand to Batman, who was still in his suit, and say, "Yo~ Dad, God Hey! You are actually Batman, cool~~~”

I also thought about waiting for Bruce to come back one night after taking a shower and changing into pajamas, and he would lie on the window of Bruce's room, yes, he could do this, and then knock on his window one by one, and then tell him, "Dad, I just saw Batman enter your room!"

Of course, thinking in his heart is just thinking, just as he has always been very clear about his position, he is a caring and understanding person, so it is better not to create surprises for the old father who came back in the early morning.

The old father's irregular work and rest, coupled with the recent great joy and sorrow, it must be right to take it easy, he doesn't want to inherit the inheritance so early.

Bruce nodded, "Let's go to the study."

Dick raised his head, but he didn't say anything, but there was some faint expectation in his eyes.

"Dick! You brought the police car back!" Damian's voice suddenly sounded at the door, "Hey! How dare you, Drake!"

"I bet Dick gets punished."

The other two Wayne boys crowded around the gate and entered the house.

Ivan hesitated for a moment, "How about here?"

The author has something to say:

Er Shao: I hinted at that!He didn't even know to give me a hug! ! ! ! !He hugged other people quite smoothly!

Er Shao's attitude is so peaceful? ? ?There is a reason.No spoilers, the line involving the subsequent solo flight after the second young master is sweet, trust me!

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