"So I hope you will stop your recent adventures," Mr. Butler stood beside Bruce with a cold face in his apron: "Such a reckless act, I can only call it arrogance." You're just a fourteen-year-old boy, and these things should be done by adults. ”

Alfred had just rejected Bruce's offer to work with the penguins, and spent 20 minutes satirizing the young master who went on an expedition to the unknown secret passage from head to toe.

Young Master Bruce firmly buried his head in the oatmeal and refused to admit his mistake.

He stubbornly believes that the people who wanted to kill him this time were the same people who had killed his parents, and that the same group of people tried to blame Copote's death for him. This is a very important clue that the people behind the scenes and Cobot are at least not all the way. Whether it was a coincidence or a deliberate matter, since this matter had been related to the penguin people, he certainly couldn't let go of this clue.

The GCPD hastily closed the case when it caught a murderer, but no one tried to find out the plot behind the murder. It's as if the death of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne in Crime Alley is just a carnival on the whim of the murderer.

Except for James Gordon.

Inspector Gordon has been investigating the matter, and even though it has caused so much trouble, he has not given up.

However, in the eyes of Mr. Butler, the young master of his family has obviously gone astray after the death of his parents. Not only did he refuse to give up after the GCPD case was closed, but he was even ready to continue the investigation in the wrong direction, and James Gordon not only did not stop it, but even took Bruce on the adventure.

Even if...... Even if there were other hidden circumstances in Thomas's death, it was not a question that teenagers in middle school should explore. At least until he grows up safely. Otherwise, Alfred was even worried that he wouldn't have a chance to meet Master Bruce when he grew up.

The once innocent and kind young master has now said that he wants to kill the murderer with his own hands. Alfred had no doubt that if Master Bruce really saw this mastermind behind the scenes, he would not hesitate to aim his gun at the other person's head.

Gently pull the trigger, 0.2 pounds of pressure, and the once simple Young Master Wayne will completely disappear. Alfred couldn't watch Bruce cross that line.

Killing people will not only not make Master Bruce's hatred end here, but will make him completely lost.

"I don't think it's an adventure, Alfred." The glitter in Bruce's eyes was a source of frightening for Alfred, a desperate aftermath of grief: "Dad is committed to changing the status quo in Gotham, and that's his wish, and I'll make it happen—if I first find out what caused him to lose his life." ”

"I have no doubt that you will change Gotham, Master Bruce," Alfred said, "and it's your choice." But with all due respect, you're just a minor now that even a retired old guy like me can't beat, what else can you do but die? Not to mention, there are many ways to change Gotham, donate, build a school, or invest in Arkham, which are much more reliable and safer than cooperating with criminals! ”

"But I don't even know what those people are doing with my money," Bruce said, clenching his fists, "I don't want to be a fool!" ”

"Gotham is too dangerous, at least wait until you grow up a little more......"

"You can keep training me," Bruce said was much more mature than he was a year ago, knowing that Alfred would always compromise: "Train me to beat you, train me to be stronger." It allows me to face danger on my own. ”

“…… We've talked about this issue and at the moment your training intensity is sufficient. I don't think it's a good idea to train blindly. ”

"But I don't think it's enough, I ......"

The sound of tap-and-tap footsteps interrupted the argument between the two.

Hope rubbed his eyes and staggered down the stairs.

"Good morning, Dad!" The kid who had just woken up was still a little confused, and the Hope kid rubbed his eyes and stepped into the air, but he just sat in the bucket that Alfred was going to use to clean the room, and then slid down the stairs with the bucket to Bruce's feet.

After a few turns, it just stopped.

The kid laughed happily twice, was completely conscious, and then looked up at Bruce.

Bruce was in a position ready to rush over.

"Daddy, where's Lucien? Quack doesn't know where to run! Hope misses them. ”

The child slept like a little piglet last night, and he didn't even wake up when Alfred changed into his pajamas.

The children, covered in small yellow ducks and large white pears, look even cuter today than they did yesterday. The blonde hair almost glistened in the sunlight that filtered through the window.

It's just that his ugly doll that never leaves his hand doesn't match the delicate and cute child.

"Good morning, Hope." Bruce frustratedly retracted his raised thighs and arms, he should have known long ago that Hope would definitely not be harmed.

He said yes, then asked, "Are you hungry?" ”

"Super hungry!" Hope was picked up from the bucket by his father and shook twice, then took him into his arms and sat on his father's lap.

The kid tilted his face and gave Bruce two oversized modas, his voice loud and imposing. Bruce touched the child's head a little happily but didn't want to admit it, and reached out to pull the child's face very naturally.

Alfred: ......

Mr. Butler looked at his fourteen-year-old little master and his cub sitting together with an alien look.

Obviously, the father and son get along very naturally.

"Daddy, my good morning kiss!"

Bruce sighed and looked down on the child's face twice.

Hope still looked at Bruce, didn't speak, and pointed his little finger to his cheek.

Bruce didn't know why.

The child crossed his fingers and sternly crusaded against Bruce: "Dad has been running out secretly for so long, and he already owes Hope a lot of goodnight kisses and good morning kisses!" It's just today, and the previous dad hasn't returned it yet! ”

Bruce pressed Hope's little finger back, not prepared to pay off the debt of the child's bastard biological father, nor was he prepared to kiss the child's face.

Hope didn't dwell on it for long, because he saw Alfred standing by with a hellish look on his face.

Stranger, but met once yesterday, right behind Dad.

The child was very polite: "Good morning, sir." ”

He then continued to sit on his dad's lap and look at him, waiting for Bruce to introduce him to the 'guest'.

"This is Alfred Pennyworth," Bruce said, "Alfred, I think Hope is going to live with us for a while. ”

Hope greeted obediently: "Hello, Mr. Pennyworth, I'm Hope!" You are welcome to visit my home. ”

Guest Pennyworth of Alfred Wayne Manor: ......

"Please call me Alfred, Master Hope."

Alfred looked at Bruce with a puzzled look.

Taking Hope back to the manor was something Bruce had thought about yesterday. The child's cognition is obviously problematic, and he still firmly believes that he has found his father.

In addition to this, there seems to be a big problem with Hope's own abilities. Bruce now suspects that Hope's father may not be his biological father, and he tells Hope stories of bloody hunts, not allowing Hope to go out or even letting him know where he lives. This makes it hard for Bruce to think that this 'father' is a good man.

Maybe he'll make Hope bloody and cruel, maybe he just wants Hope's abilities. Even if the missing father did come to the door, Bruce wouldn't let him take Hope.

But if Hope is sent back to GCPD, the child's fate will probably be to the underage welfare agency established by the Gotham City government.

Given that it had only recently been swept away by James Gordon, he really didn't feel comfortable letting Hope move in.

Not to mention that there is still a penguin man eyeing Hope. Although Cobot let them go safe and sound last night, he could tell that the penguins were fearful and greedy towards Hope. He was equally aware of Hope's abilities.

Bruce felt that it was his duty to protect the kid who had been implicated by him last night and saved his life. The Wayne family has no shortage of money to raise a little fool growing up.

Alfred knew that the two of them had a big adventure last night, but he really didn't expect that the relationship between father and son had grown by leaps and bounds in just a few hours.

"Anyway," Alfred raised an eyebrow, "Congratulations, Master Bruce." This is great news, and I hope that as a first-time father, you can experience the hardships of raising a child. Let me think that in less than ten years, young master Hope will also be your age, and when the time comes, you should look after him, and don't let him follow his father's example, and always behave in the rebellious behavior of running away from home or arguing with the butler. ”

“…… Ah Fu, I have already explained the problem of running away from home, I just go to experience life. Bruce took a bite of toast angrily, and then was depressed to find that it was a pickled cucumber he didn't like again: "Please, there is nothing else you can put into the bread slices except pickled cucumbers?" ”

Little Hope curiously grabbed his father's hand, took a bite secretly, and then showed the same disgusted expression as Bruce.

One big and one small stared at Alfred together.

"Next time I'll try celery and bitter gourd, thanks for the suggestion, Master Bruce."

Bruce rolled his eyes and shoved the little kid who was staring at them ignorantly into the dining table and chair. Then I found that the tip of the child's nose had just reached the tabletop.

Hope didn't think there was anything wrong with that, and he usually ate under Lucian's care.

"Daddy, I want to eat that!" Hope rightfully pointed to the croissant on the table and opened his mouth wide: "Ahhh

Bruce resigned himself to picking up what Master Hope wanted to eat and shoved it into the child's mouth.

Hope munched on it.

"Are you going to live with me, Hope?" Bruce thought about it for a moment and decided to ask again.

The child glanced at his father: "Is Dad finally going to introduce my brother to me?" ”

Bruce:??

He couldn't keep up with the child's train of thought.

“…… Who is the younger brother? ”

"Daddy, don't lie to Hope," the child suddenly became sad: "Quack said that Daddy has a child called work, and he is cuter than Hope." Dad never came to see Hope but was with his brother! I don't mind dad having a new kid and I'm ...... Woooooooo Even if you don't have ice cream, it's okay woo......"

Bruce: ......

Bruce finally understood the child's meaning from Hope's incompatible.

“…… Work is not a brother," Bruce didn't know whether to explain the common sense to the child first or to comfort the child's emotions first: "Then you can live with me." ”

"Poor young master Hope," Alfred wiped Hope's tears with a handkerchief, "It's a pity that your father Bruce is also going to work, and he plans to take risks, maybe work and adventure are the new members of the Wayne family - the kind that will live with Master Bruce for the rest of his life." ”

Alfred had no idea that he was prophesiing a long future.

At this moment, he just wanted to satirize his whimsical young master who didn't know whether to live or die.

Hope really didn't expect that Dad was more than one of his 'cubs' outside, although he really wanted Dad to love him alone, but this was obviously unrealistic: "Okay, then Dad is still Hope's dad, right?" If work and adventure come, Hope will get along with his brothers, but the ice cream can't be shared with them! ”

"You're enough of a headache for me." Bruce scooped a large spoonful of mashed potatoes into the child's mouth: "I hate children. ”

He said so, but the feeding action in his hand did not stop. Alfred watched lovingly as his rebellious young master fed the cubs.

Mr. Housekeeper was sad and relieved, I hope that raising a cub can let his young master experience his feelings.

Bruce did quickly catch up on Afu's mood.

Alfred obviously didn't expect this day to come so quickly.