69novels Chapter 210
Chapter 210
He guessed right.
After downing a mug of warm chocolate milk with a cup in his hand, Carl was quick to show Batman what he was in trouble for.
"Come down." Batman said patiently, "You should go to bed."
Carl just hugged his neck tighter when he heard the words, shook his head vigorously, and whispered, "No."
The place Alexander chose for Karl had the most brilliant and brightest sunshine in the country. From the moment he consciously lived under the vast sky, he gazed at the mountains and the stars, and played in the plains and forests.
The Batcave is too cramped and spooky.
He seems to have just realized that he is now in a completely strange environment, and this dark place is both strange and strange to him, full of things he has never seen before.
The instruments placed in the corner emit dense current sounds, and the signals they transmit float like ribbons in mid-air; insects walk through the rocks and soil, and the groundwater surrounds this place, making strange gurgling sounds .
There were more sounds farther away, and Karl tried to look outside, but his vision was blocked by something he didn't recognize, and he could only vaguely see some tall trees.
When what he saw was difficult to identify and recognize, Karl instinctively looked for the familiar smell of wood and grass.
However, when he took a deep breath, his nostrils were filled with damp water vapor. Apart from the water vapor, there was a salty and metallic smell.
He was a little startled belatedly.
But with the kitten here with him, he wasn't as frightened as he was in the turbulence of time.
"Good boy, be good, it's time to go to bed." Batman was still trying to persuade.
It wasn't that his temper suddenly became better, but that after trying, he had discovered that Karl's strength was astonishing. Without special means, it was impossible to get Karl out of his arms with his own strength.
His tone was closer to coaxing. In order to make Carl obedient, he even abandoned the voice changer and used his original voice.
"No." Carl said stubbornly.
He pursed his lips, one hand was still around Batman's neck, and the fingers of the other hand rested on the antenna above Batman's head, holding it tightly.
Of course Batman knew what Carl was doing, and he could feel the softness and hardness of those little hands through the bat suit-two contradictory qualities appeared in this weird little baby at the same time.
Just like how he feels to Batman, the immature and harmless appearance is full of destructive power.
After a long stalemate with Carl, Batman turned his attention to Alfred who had been standing by and watching their conversation.His eyes were blocked by a white patch, yet anyone could see his silent cry for help.
"Maybe you need to change into clean clothes and wash your face again, what do you think?" Alfred said indeed, he looked at Carl with a smile, imitating Carl's Kryptonian pronunciation as much as possible, "Kay ?”
Carl was really attracted by this proposal, he tugged at his neckline in disgust, and realized that the bloodstains hadn't dried completely, his face wrinkled into a ball: "Okay."
This time when Batman took him out of his arms and handed it to Alfred, he didn't resist, but after reaching the old butler's arms, he turned his head nervously and shouted, "Kitty is coming too."
It was the first time for Alfred to hear Carl call his master, and his eyes moved between Batman and Carl quite interestingly.
Batman's eyebrows hidden under his helmet twitched violently for the nickname.
"It's a bat, not a kitten." He said coldly, wanting to reject Carl's proposal.
But those big blue eyes were watching him without blinking, not to mention his entire upper body was leaning toward Batman, the angle the baby leaned toward him as Batman's silence lengthened. It was also getting bigger and bigger, and made a gesture that would rush towards him again at any time.
So Batman shut up and wisely chose to follow.
Because of time constraints, Aff prepared Bruce for Karl.Clothes Wayne wore as a child.Those old clothes with exquisite workmanship have been preserved quite well, not to mention deformed and faded, and there are not even many signs of wear and tear, and they look like brand new.
"I'll wear it myself." Carl said limply, struggling to jump to the ground when the old butler tried to undress him.
The old butler was obviously taken aback by his sudden movement, but he quickly regained his composure and asked with a smile, "Are you sure? These clothes may not be easy for you to wear well."
"I can." Carl's voice was tender, but his tone was quite decisive and firm.
He first lifted up the corner of his clothes, pulled his shirt off his body forcefully, then looked at the front and back of the shirt that the old housekeeper had prepared for him, and then stuck his head in.
It took him a while to get the arm part on, but he insisted on doing it himself.
Bruce's clothes were a little too big, and wearing them on Carl made his small body and face even more apparent.After he got dressed, he turned his face up to look for the kitten. The old butler coughed lightly to attract his attention, and then told him, "You should go to bed."
"No," Carl retorted, exposing his lisp by speaking too eagerly, "I don't need to sleep. Where's Kitty?"
"It's too late now, you must have a good rest." Alfred's voice was gentle and unquestionable, and when Carl showed clear displeasure and nervousness, he comforted him in a low voice, "Please don't worry , you can see him when you wake up."
Carl and Alfred looked at each other, deliberating whether to listen to him or rush out immediately.He knows where the kitten is, he remembers the smell and heartbeat of the kitten, as long as he doesn't go too far, he can find the kitten.
But in the end he gave up, and an indescribable exhaustion overwhelmed him.
Pained, sleepy, and drained, he rubbed his eyes, opened his mouth, and let out a small yawn.
Alfred took him to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.
Carl showed a certain degree of clumsiness in brushing tools, but babies at this age generally do not have the ability to brush their own teeth. Alfred helped him clean his mouth carefully, and then wiped Carl clean with hot water and a towel.
When doing this, he squatted in front of Carl, his movements were meticulous and quick - after all, it was not the first time to take care of a baby, and the old housekeeper knew that it was difficult for children of this age to maintain patience in such boring cleaning tasks.
However, Carl has always been docile, in stark contrast to his stubbornness in Batman's embrace just now.When Alfred wiped his face, he raised his face, and when Alfred wiped his hands, he spread his hands, each finger opened obediently, so that the old butler could wipe the crevices between them.
The last thing to wipe was Carl's feet, which were covered with some dust and mud and black blood.
Alfred tried not to think about where the blood came from.
He didn't ask the master under what circumstances he picked up this little baby, but he could probably guess that it was not a pleasant scene.Karl's skin was white and thin. After being wiped clean by warm water, he looked as exquisite as a jade statue. What was even more beautiful than the jade statue was that he was warm, alive, able to laugh and talk.
There are also a pair of beautiful, gentle eyes, the pupils are as blue as the shallow sea in the early morning.
"Thank you," Carl said when Alfred stood up to hang up the towel, "Alf."
"You know my name." The old butler responded gently, took Carl by the hand and led him to his bedroom, "How do you know?"
"I heard Kitty call you," Carl said, still pronouncing milky, but he spoke slowly so that every word was clear, "I also heard you called Master Kitty. Why did you call Master Kitty? "
"Why do you call me Master Kitty?"
"Because, Kitty is Kitty."
"Then the master is also the master." The old butler said, turning around to carry Carl to the bed, but Carl had already climbed up before he could hug him, which made the old butler pause for a moment and smiled.
As he left the room he glanced over at Carl, who was lying on the cot that used to belong to Bruce, the covers pulled up to his chin, looking at Alfred with his sleepy eyes.
"Good night, kid," Alfred said, turning off the light.
The thick velvet curtains have been drawn, and in the dark room, Karl opened his eyes and lost his mind for a while.
"...Good night, brother." He said to himself silently, "Good night, kitten."
Bruce slept through until the next afternoon.
Alfred didn't call him, or the other party called him but he didn't wake up.It was rare for him to show his childish side in a drowsy state, he struggled and rolled around on the bed, and went over in his mind if there was anything like being Bruce.Things Wayne accomplished.
Until he saw the little baby lying on the edge of the bed and staring at him.
He was awakened by the other party almost instantly, although Carl had no intention of disturbing his sleep at all.
"Good afternoon," Carl said, lying on Bruce's big soft bed like a nestling nestling in its feathers.
"Why are you here?"
"Kitty is here, I'm here to find Kitty." Carl looked at Bruce, "Where did your ears and tail go? You've changed a lot."
What's the point of reasoning with a one- or two-year-old when Bruce decides not to argue that he's not a kitten?He sat up from the bed, hugged the blanket and asked Carl, "How long have you been here?"
"Three hours ago," Carl answered him. "The sun should have come out, but it didn't."
"Do you remember where your home is? Do you know what your parents' names are? How old are you?" Bruce asked a series of questions in one breath.
He looks relaxed, but really isn't.Being able to quietly appear beside him without being noticed by him, sounding like he has been at the bedside for three hours, coupled with his strange origin and strange ability, he has already set a suspicious label on Carl .
"I'm two years old." Carl only answered Bruce's one question.
"Where's Fluffy?" he asked Bruce, reaching up to touch Bruce's bare arm.
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