69novels Chapter 213
Chapter 213
Bruce closed the page and looked at Carl.The little one keeps playing with his own, but for some reason Bruce just knows he's paying attention.
He was only two years old, and the connotation of this story was too deep for him, but even if it was just listening to the surface, it was very interesting.
This is also the only fairy tale suitable for children that Bruce found in the study.
If at this time, the sound of the wings of pigeons flying could be heard through the window through the dim sunset, surely this scene, which made Alfred suddenly feel gratified to live up to this life, would be more moving and warm.
It's a pity that Gotham City doesn't have such a bright light, and no one keeps pigeons.
The weather in Gotham is not suitable for the survival of birds. The sky of this island city is only thunder and lightning, overcast clouds and rain and fog.
Bruce put the fairy tale book in his hand aside, Carl raised his head and asked him, "Why do you like this story?"
"Huh?" Bruce didn't respond.
"You didn't start with the first story, you chose this one for me. You read it because you liked it," Carl said.
"Oh." Bruce blinked. "I haven't thought about why I like nightingales, I guess I just like it. Don't you like nightingales?"
"I don't like things I've never seen." Carl said seriously, "I haven't seen a nightingale."
Alfred went upstairs to ask them to have dinner a little later than in the past. He hoped to give Carl and Bruce more time to spend together—Carl is not Bruce’s child, and his origin is unknown, but What does it matter?
The Wayne family couldn't afford to raise a child, and Alfred always felt that Wayne Manor was too spacious, even more spacious than when he was here alone.
When his little master returned, he carried a gloomy and implied madness, which was not obvious, but the old butler was still keenly aware of it.
The little master didn't want to talk about his past experience, so the old housekeeper never asked, but he would never let go of any opportunity to make the little master smile sincerely.
There might be new additions to the mansion, he thought, but since the old man came back to Gotham, he'd been adding equipment and toys to the nursery on the second floor.
This was just a covert way to urge the master to get married and have children. Alfred had already prepared for a long-term war of resistance and ended in failure. He himself did not expect that this baby room would be really useful one day.
There was indeed a lot of meat in the dinner, and it was very substantial, Bruce was not lying.
Alfred generally would not pay attention to Bruce's capricious request for meals, but today is obviously a normal time, and the person who asked to eat meat was not his master who never abides by healthy living habits, so he prepared a lot of food quite generously. Stewed soft and rotten meat.
These meat soups, or meat porridge, served in small ceramic bowls exude a delicious aroma. Carl sniffed, holding the small spoon, and showing a small smile.
He was listless and his smile was a little dim.Even dimmer than when Bruce first met him.
When we first met Karl, he was weak and injured. Now he is cleaned up and beautiful, sitting at the dining table and eating the food carefully cooked by Afu... But compared to this moment, the little guy smiled so much satisfied and happy. , It is no different from getting the whole world.
Bruce cuts the steak in front of him, glancing at Carl now and then.
A physical should be done for the little one.
He will not harm the little guy, but he is not sure about the current physical condition of the little guy, and it is not clear whether the little guy's body has been damaged.
And when there is no information related to Superman and everyone knows nothing about Superman's situation, the little guy is undoubtedly a very valuable entry point.It is enough to do a body scan for him, and there is no need to collect blood samples. There are enough blood stains on the clothes worn by the little guy.
For some reason, Bruce always felt that it was impossible for him to scan the little guy without him knowing.
He is very smart, although he doesn't talk much, and Bruce feels that he can see a kind of child's wisdom in the eyes of the little guy.He seems to have his own way of understanding things. He may be a little different from adults, but he can grasp the core.
Bruce didn't find a chance until the little guy fell asleep.
He sat in front of Carl's bed, pressing his fingers lightly on the corner of the quilt. Carl stared at Bruce with his eyes open, as if he was wondering why Bruce was still here, but he didn't seem to think about anything at all.
"You have a problem." Carl still took the initiative to speak.
He still spoke in a childish voice, but his tone was like that of a big child.
In fact, he has always been very mature when he is not crying, but he is so cute that people can't help but ignore his mind and focus on his appearance and voice.
"Growups always have questions," Bruce replied.
Perhaps it was because the night he was familiar with came to him, and when he spoke, there was a kind of tenderness that made him feel strange.
It's different from his tenderness to those glamorous supermodels, different from his tenderness to the old butler, and different from his tenderness to his few friends.This kind of gentleness seemed to carry a stability and peace beyond his own, without deliberately slowing down, nor forcing it to be cold.
He felt calm and extremely restrained relaxation.
A little tired, but this kind of tiredness seems to be forgiven and displayed in front of the little guy. It won't make him hate his cowardice and incompetence, and it won't make him feel useless.
"I have more problems than you." Carl sighed gloomily, looking quite presentable. "I think something strange happened. Yesterday was supposed to be yesterday, but yesterday wasn't yesterday. Today shouldn't be Today, but today became today."
Bruce didn't understand what Carl was saying, and Carl didn't want to explain further.
He was only two years old, but he was already being educated by Alexander, mainly learning how to write Kryptonian.Kryptonian is his native language. He can communicate with adults fluently in Kryptonian. Alexander mostly speaks in Kryptonian when talking to him, so he doesn’t speak English very well and doesn’t know many words. .
But he knows Arabic numerals.
And at the very least, he knows how to read and write his own name in English.
So Karl quickly realized that something was wrong in the time shown on the TV program—he let go of his hearing, heard the conversations and jokes outside, vaguely knew that this kind of error was very strange and serious, but he was confused about the specific situation Yes, and neither know how to express nor how to change.
But he knew that "Bruce Wayne" was someone he could trust.
Because he is a good friend of "Kal-El".
However, if "Bruce" is a good friend of "Carl", why didn't the other party recognize who he is?
Carl wasn't sure if he could tell the other person more, he didn't know if he should tell the other person anything at all.
My brother said that the outside world is very dangerous to him, because he is different from the people outside, and if he is out alone, he must keep silent.Best to do nothing, just stay where he is, and his brother will come to save him.Karl couldn't understand how the causal relationship in this passage was established, but there was nothing wrong with listening to his brother.
He closed his eyes, feeling the tiredness and sleepiness he had only just become familiar with these days.
Bruce was still sitting by his bed. He still had a lot of doubts and fears in his heart. The sounds from the outside world rushed into his ears continuously, which was completely different from when he was at home. At home, he could only hear the sounds of nature. sound.
"Kitty?" he whispered.
Even though he knew Bruce wasn't Kitty.
No one answered him, and no warm body walked over silently, jumped onto the bed, and lay down beside him.Even when he was mentally prepared, Karl felt extremely lost.
But as Carl was drowsy, he felt Bruce move slightly.
A warm, dry hand rested on his forehead, touching it away.
So Karl's little heart huddled in a ball calmed down.
Serena thinks she's lucky today.
She had always been lucky, and she knew it well.
Becoming a world-class top thief is of course due to her superb stealing skills and her proficiency in fighting. Both physical and sensory are different from ordinary people, but in this world there are all kinds of superhumans and technological achievements beyond people's imagination. In this world, even the best players can go to jail because of bad luck.
Serena knew that she had several highly skilled seniors who were in bad luck. They disappeared after a seemingly sure-fire mission, most likely due to some accident.
So she is always very cautious before going to work and doesn't always rely on her own good luck.Depending on the difficulty of the target, she will survey the situation and collect information many times, and she must be sure to be sure before making a move.
This time was no exception, especially since she was eyeing the collection of Gotham City's most prestigious Wayne family.
Bruce.Wayne is a rich man with no place to spend, so he spends a lot of money to buy some precious jewelry and famous paintings to display at home. Serena had already taken a fancy to a rare pink diamond, and she just finished stepping on it and was ready to buy it. The pink diamond, which she regarded as something in her pocket, was taken home by Kid Wayne, which also made her very angry.
However, she quickly regained her spirits and determined to visit Wayne Mansion at night to retrieve her pink diamond.
Presumably Wayne wouldn't care too much about whether the pink diamond will stay or not?Anyway, after he bought jewelry, he always gave a beautiful female companion as a gift. Serena had full confidence that if she appeared in Bruce with her true colors.In front of Wayne, the kid would probably happily agree to give her the pink diamond.
Things are going pretty well, whether it's passing on the night watch of that recently-claimed "Gotham Knight" Batman, or sneaking into Wayne Manor's work without a trace.
But Serena always felt that something was wrong.
And this premonition was soon confirmed.
Behind her, a small, childish voice sounded.
"...Kitty?"