The correct way to attack the villain

Chapter 103

The next day, the old butler, who had slept all night at the Mexico Research Institute, drove his sonic plane back to Wayne Manor at seven o'clock in the morning.

Of course, the old butler didn’t expect Bruce to reverse his habit of staying up all night or sitting in the bat cave every day before dawn to deal with what happened during his sleep because of a little burn, so when he returned to the manor, Alfred re- Put on a black tuxedo, make a pot of hot coffee, and head to the bat cave.

Then fluttered.

The old butler looked at the empty chairs in front of the data desk, and was a little surprised.In the lower right corner of the huge screen on the data table, the time is just past eight o'clock.

He almost forgot the last time Bruce Wayne slept in until eight o'clock in the morning.

Or he didn't sleep at all, and he was seriously injured and unconscious in some street or alley outside wearing his bat armor, and then he was discovered by a Gotham citizen during the day, and he drove the bat winch to fetch people back, and what if If this is the truth——

It's eight o'clock, not to mention the mask, maybe even Batman's underwear has been stripped off by some homeless.

Although in order to avoid this situation, Bruce has long added an induction unlocking function to the armor.

Alfred took the elevator back to the manor. In order to confirm Bruce's safety, he walked lightly to the master bedroom, opened the door and took a look inside.

The curtains were drawn, the room was very dark, only one bedside lamp was turned on, and two figures, one large and one small, could be vaguely seen lying on the bed. The man was lying on his side, and the seven-year-old Song Mo avoided his wound and pillowed on him. In his arms, he held a story book with a red cover in his arms.

Although the pages were old and yellowed, Alfred still recognized from the exaggerated picture above that it was the book that Mrs. Wayne used most when telling stories to little Bruce.

Alfred didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at the moment.For a moment, he even wanted to take out his mobile phone to take a picture of this scene and find someone to frame it and hang it in his room.

He believed that if the Thomases were still alive, they would want to do the same.

The old butler closed the door again with mixed feelings, turned around and entered the kitchen, and then called to order the freshest northern highbush blueberries of the day.

He remembered that Song Mo liked blueberry cake very much.

The old butler was searching the refrigerator for ingredients while thinking about the menu for today's three meals.Bruce Wayne didn't come out of the room until he had cooked the vegetable soup for breakfast.

Probably in order not to wake up the sleeping child, he turned and went into the bathroom next door, and sat on the dining table after washing up.

"Your state of mind tells me that you have rarely had a good night's sleep today, sir."

Bruce even fell asleep a little bit, he pressed his temple: "You should wake me up earlier, Alfred."

The old housekeeper put the vegetable soup in front of the man, and then turned to prepare another breakfast. He took out a sun-shaped fried egg mold from the mold box and put it on the pan: "To be honest, I wish you could sleep until the afternoon. "

Bruce picked up the spoon: "But I'm going to Mayor Hard's charity banquet this afternoon."

The old butler paused, and he said disapprovingly, "You didn't tell me about it, and your injury hasn't healed yet."

"Bruce Wayne has disappeared for three days." Bruce looked at the butler, "Didn't you say that sentence?"

"Since Batman thinks it's better to keep a low profile, then Bruce Wayne needs to appear in public appropriately."

Alfred knew that he could never stop Bruce's decision, he could only resist the urge to roll his eyes, and then he cracked open the egg with one hand as if he was going to hit someone's head, and poured the egg liquid into the mold.

The one-day charity auction started at ten o'clock in the morning. As the newly elected mayor, even the richest man in Gotham has to give him a little face, so after Bruce finished drinking the vegetable soup, he ( At Alfred's request) contacted the temporary driver of the Wayne Group, and then returned to the master bedroom for the last time before departure.

The child on the bed was still sleeping soundly. He slept surprisingly well. He kept that position almost without moving all night, and his other hand was still resting on the storybook in his arms. His pale face was caused by enough sleep. Started to get rosy.

In fact, Song Mo didn't ask Bruce to tell him any stories last night. He was probably still in a state of vigilance or stress response to unfamiliar environments, and he was very silent. Except for asking his name once throughout the night, there was nothing He took the initiative to communicate with him, Bruce handed him a toothbrush and he brushed his teeth quietly, gave him a nightgown and a bath towel, and quietly ran into the bathroom to take a bath by himself, regardless of whether the nightgown was long enough for him to walk Almost tripped him a few times.

It was Bruce who took the initiative to find the storybook, because it was the only way he could think of to communicate with the child.

But his level of storytelling cannot be as good as that of Mrs. Martha, or even better than that of Alfred. At least the old butler's storytelling is more or less full of emotion.

He thought he was just studying.

He didn't even know if Song Mo fell asleep in the end because he was sleepy or because he told the story too boringly.

Ten minutes later, the black Aston Martin drove out of Wayne Manor and disappeared at the end of Crescent Bay.

Alfred withdrew his gaze from the window, poured the sun-shaped fried egg in the mold onto the plate, and turned around to make a cup of hot milk.

I saw Song Mo who had been standing at the kitchen door for an unknown how long.

He was holding on to the door frame, only half of his body was exposed. He was wearing the white shirt that was replaced by Bruce because the nightgown was too long. The wide short sleeves were replaced by long sleeves. Grab the little thongs that came out from the extra two sides tied together, and the pair of huge slippers are still on the feet.

Alfred didn't know what to say.

He probably now understands why the matter of a father bringing a child has become a joke on the Internet.

"Go and brush your teeth, and then come over for breakfast, Mr. Little."

As Alfred said, he took out a new pack of milk powder from the refrigerator, and while brewing it, asked Gifni about the location of the children's product store closest to Wayne Manor, and then hired someone to help run errands.He felt that he probably couldn't wait for the courier from the Wayne Enterprises e-commerce platform to arrive, at least before that he had to let Song Mo get rid of the pair of slippers that were almost bigger than his face.

After doing all this, Alfred put away his phone, saw Song Mo who was still standing at the door, and asked with a smile, "Is there anything else?"

The seven-year-old Song Mo still has a little baby fat on his face that hasn't faded at this age. His blue eyes and drooping eyelashes that have been long since he was a child make him look a bit at a loss, although he has no expression on his face.The child picked at the door frame, hesitated for a moment or asked in a low voice, "Where's Bruce?"

Alfred, who has experienced countless storms, felt that he might not be able to bear such a scene.

For a moment, he even wanted to turn around and make ten cups of milk for the child, then cut up the sun egg and feed it into his mouth.

He even dreamed of seeing a child in Wayne Manor one day, even if it was just the old housekeeper of Bruce's adopted child, maintaining his superficial calmness: "He went out to deal with some things, and he will be back in a while."

As he said, he cleared the empty plates on the table and put the children's breakfast on it.

The child at the door didn't say anything else. The old butler thoughtfully moved a higher chair, and then put a shorter one beside it as a floor mat. As soon as he turned around, he heard the sound of the child turning around and running back to the master bedroom with his slippers on. .The old housekeeper looked at the empty corridor outside the kitchen.

He remembered that Song Mo liked him a lot, and he even came to chat with him, an old man, more often than Bruce.

The old butler sighed, comforting himself that it would take a process for a child to become familiar with a new environment. He took out the plate and planned to bring breakfast to the bedroom, but just as he took out the plate.

The sound of the slippers being slapped on the floor was heard again in the corridor, and the seven-year-old child appeared at the kitchen door again, but this time his hair was a little wet, and his cheeks were a little red from being rubbed with a towel, apparently just after washing.

The old butler was stunned for a moment, then put the plate back, and said with a smile, "Do you like ketchup or guacamole?"

Song Mo's voice was slightly louder than before: "It's all right, thank you."

So Alfred brought over both sauces.He watched the child hold the high chair with both hands, stepped on the footrest and sat up from the left side of the chair, unfolded the napkin next to it, folded it in half, put the folded side up on his lap, and then crossed his hands on the napkin. He whispered something in front of his chest, and then picked up the knife and fork on both sides of the plate, with his elbows and wrists hanging in the air without touching the table, and cut the eggs on the plate into small pieces of uniform size.

Except that it was a bit difficult to climb up the chair at the beginning, every posture of eating after that was as standard as if it was measured with a ruler, which made Alfred uncontrollably think of Bruce Wayne more than ten years ago.

Little Bruce was sitting in the same place at that time learning his table manners, although Master Thomas didn't care much about it, preferring to let the child let his nature out at home.Anyway, little Bruce was a quick learner and never made any mistakes in public, but the old butler knew very well that

The seven-year-old Bruce's posture will not be as standard to the degree of mechanization as the child in front of him. It cannot be summed up in a sentence of nervousness about an unfamiliar environment.

At least when he was 17 years old, Song Mo was very casual and relaxed when eating.

The old butler didn't say anything, he stood by and waited for the child to finish eating, took him to the living room, turned on the TV and tuned to the animation channel, then turned around and went back to wash the dishes during the conversation between SpongeBob SquarePants and Patrick.

When he came out of the kitchen again, the TV had already been tuned to another channel by the child.

The Gotham news channel, without exception, is still broadcasting the news that the Mandate of Heaven invaded Gotham three days ago. In the picture, Batman has a final fight with the opposing commander on the roof of the Wayne Building.

After the media in the helicopter zoomed in enough to see Batman's chin, the child with his hands on his lap turned to look at Alfred.

"Excuse me." The blue eyes stared at Alfred, "Who is he?"

Alfred: "Batman."

Song Mo repeated the name in his mouth, and then asked curiously, "Did he win the destiny?"

Alfred: "Yes, Mr. Little."

The child was a little surprised: "Is he alone?"

Alfred: "And those policemen."

Apparently, the kid who watched the news from the beginning also knew what role those policemen played in this battle. He didn't express his opinion, but looked down at the two hands on his knees: "So the Mandate of Heaven has retreated?"

Alfred: "Yes."

The child's voice became a little low: "My sister was also taken back by them?"

Alfred didn't speak.

Song Mo seemed to take the old butler's silence as an acquiescence.The hostess on TV was still broadcasting the situation at that time, and the replay of the news almost turned into a commentary on the fighting scene, and it took him a long time before he spoke again.

"Did a lot of people die?"

In general, there will be no reports of casualties in the news of the replay. Alfred recalled it and reported a number after preliminary national statistics.

Ten years ago, this number was actually very small, but the child on the sofa was stunned for a moment, and then after realizing it.

"sorry."

Alfred heard the child sincerely and guiltily apologize.

The old butler obviously did not say this number to make the child feel guilty. He stepped forward and patted the child on the shoulder comfortingly: "It's not your fault, you don't need to apologize for other people's crimes." As the topic got deeper, he had to change the subject and said, "Do you want to know more about Batman?"

As expected, the child's attention was diverted, and he nodded: "Yes."

Alfred picked up the remote control and switched to another channel. It was a channel specially created by a small local radio station for Batman, and the same program was broadcast 24 hours a day——

"The Brave Batman"

It is full of images of Batman from the perspective of passers-by.

When the channel was just cut, the camera happened to be facing the bat light in the sky, a black figure descended from the sky, and the unfolded cloak was exactly the same as the pattern of the bat light behind him.

Seven-year-old Song Mo's eyes widened in an instant.