"Hope! You get up for me! ”

A quiet day at Wayne Manor begins with Bruce Wayne's roar.

Alfred, who was trimming the privet into the shape of a dinosaur in the garden, smiled slightly, not careless.

Rather, he was happy.

Because his family, Master Bruce, has recently had no time to think about venturing into the streets of Gotham.

The reason is that Hope's children were packed and sent to kindergarten by Bruce and began their school careers.

At the same time, it also started the difficult daddy career of Little Master Bruce.

It's not good to be a daddy.

Especially when the cubs have strange abilities and weird hobbies.

In fact, initially, Bruce planned to let the child receive a certain degree of homeschooling like he did when he was a child, and then start to go to school to meet his peers.

But Bruce soon discovered that the idea was not realistic.

Because neither he nor Alfred could handle Hope.

The original plan was for Bruce to teach Hope some simple algebra and geometry, and for literature courses, the knowledgeable Alfred would be able to do it well. They first give the child a simple enlightenment, and after correcting Hope's strange aesthetics and cognition, and figuring out the child's real situation, they decide whether to hire a tutor or go to school.

After all, Bruce had always been worried about the fact that Hope still genuinely thought he was 'Daddy' - Bruce thought that maybe there was something wrong with the kid, the kind of problem in his head.

Given how much it would hurt a child to tell this bluntly, it seemed even more inappropriate to call a doctor directly, so Bruce decided to try it out for himself first.

On the first day, Master Bruce went into battle and taught Hope simple numbers and addition and subtraction.

It's easy to know numbers, after all, children usually like to count how many days their father hasn't been home, and their ability to count has already improved by leaps and bounds with Lucian's help.

But addition and subtraction ......

After just ten minutes of teaching, Bruce decided that he would never teach a child again.

This decision was repeatedly slapped in the face by him more than ten years later, of course, this is a later story.

"I've said it ten times, 1 plus 1 equals 2!" Bruce couldn't lose his temper at the child's inquisitive eyes, and he couldn't say it eleventh time without breaking down, so he could only be incompetent and furious.

"Why does 1 plus 1 equal 2, Dad." The child's red eyes revealed a little grievance: "Dad used to say that anything can happen in dreams, giraffes can grow elephant trunks, sycamore trees can grow in the ocean, humans become monsters, and ghosts escape from hell, so 1 plus 1 can not equal 2!" When I wanted to eat cookies, Lucien would put two cookies together, and they would be one in Hope's stomach! Dad secretly poured out half a glass of milk yesterday, but said he drank a cup, so what the hell is 1 Dad? ”

Bruce awkwardly avoided Alfred's knife-like gaze.

Then he looked away and hurriedly changed the example: "1 is 1!" For example, today Ah Fu is going to make you a sandwich, and tomorrow he will make you another one, how many copies do you have? ”

Hope's little face wrinkled: "Can Hope not have a single one?" Is it okay to turn them into 0? Hope wants 1 plus 1 equals 0! ”

Neither Hope Jr. nor Dad liked Alfred's cucumber sandwiches.

Okay, the wrong example again. Bruce is self-reflective.

"And what if it's a chocolate cake?" Little Master Bruce will not be defeated by this small setback: "A piece of cake today, a piece of cake tomorrow, how many pieces are there?" ”

"How can you eat enough for a piece of cake, Dad," the child sighed, revealing a 'Dad, you are too easily satisfied' look: "Hoppe will be super sad to eat only one piece of cake!" So Hope would ask Ah Fu for two more pieces, one for breakfast, one for lunch, and one for dinner every day. Not...... Two more pieces don't seem like enough, because Hope has to eat another one before going to bed! ”

"Don't eat too many sweets before going to bed!" Bruce reluctantly admonished the child, then turned to Alfred who was standing aside and asked, "Ah Fu, how many cakes did you feed Hope yesterday?" ”

The topic went off the rails, and Bruce and Hope argued for ten minutes over how many small cakes should I eat every day, completely ignoring geometry and 1+1 equals 2.

The corners of Alfred's mouth twisted wildly, he was trained as a professional butler and generally didn't smile.

But Master Bruce's helpless expression was so funny.

Thank you, Young Master Hope.

Master Bruce didn't have time to think about his unreliable plan.

"With all due respect, Master Bruce. Yesterday you were feeding Master Hope, and I seem to have tried to stop it, but without success. After all, no one in this family wants to listen to me. Mr. Butler gracefully carried one hand behind his back, and in the other he held the tray—it was evident that it contained a small cake that had just been baked.

"Except, of course, Young Master Hope."

But no one could resist the child's request.

Bruce covers his face.

He really couldn't resist Hope's coquettishness either.

He seems to have really taken on the identity of 'Daddy Hope'.

God, Master Bruce thought to himself, what a scary and adorable little bastard the cub is!

The young father slumped on the couch, his eyes blank, allowing the child to crawl on top of him.

"Well, my bad, today I will remember the lesson." Bruce felt that he had a lot of vicissitudes: "Ah Fu, please tell me that you have the last cake of the day." ”

"I'm sorry about that, Master Bruce," Alfred raised an eyebrow, "you just said I should do more." ”

"Yay!" Hope raised his hands in the air and cheered loudly.

Alfred leaned down and indulgently handed the cake to Hope—he had counted the sugar, and it wasn't too sweet.

Therefore, it is very difficult to fulfill the wishes of the child, and to let the child grow up healthily, no less difficult than to keep Master Bruce away from the strange, bat-infested cave underground.

Hope chirps twice on the bent Alfred's face, and gets Mr. Butler to touch his head×1.

Bruce was also stuffed with a small cake by the child. Give up the idea of letting your child listen to math for another 10 minutes.

It's all strange to the stinky little ghost's round, big, longing red eyes!

He also gently tugged at the corners of his clothes, and called Dad pitifully!

Bruce rubbed the child's hair in resentment, then took a big bite into Hope's little cake.

The child was stunned when he saw that three-quarters of the cake was missing all of a sudden.

Then he took a bite and put the rest in his mouth.

The cheeks are bulging.

Chew chew chew.

Then give Dad and Ah Fu a tweet with bread crumbs.

Hope was actually a fairly obedient kid, and he knew that his father wanted him to learn - something that Dad had planned, but never did. Lucien has also been pampering him to play.

In Daddy's words, Hope was just a cub and not yet old enough to learn.

So Hope can't even write his own name.

Bruce tried for a long time, but ...... There are some things that he really can't do with a unilateral effort.

After half a month of torture, Young Master Bruce finally decided to give up.

He plans to send Hope to kindergarten and let the child torture the kindergarten teacher.

He doesn't want to continue answering Hope's questions about why 1+1 equals 2 and why Hope's name starts with H instead of B, which is the same as Dad.

After making this decision, Master Bruce sat on the sofa and was silent for five seconds.

He felt empty, as if he had lost something.

Probably what was lost was Mr. Bruce's dream of education, Bruce thought to himself.

There's nothing to regret about this, and Master Bruce smiled a tired but relieved smile as he looked at the child with a small backpack on his back.

Fuck the teacher, Bruce Wayne will never teach a child again in his life.

Then he got into the dilemma of waking up the child every day.

Hope's interest in kindergarten lasted for 3 hours.

"Dad, why don't you go up with me...... Right Child's Garden? "Actually, Hope had never heard of Kingergaten, and now he couldn't even pronounce it accurately. At first, he only understood the garden, so Hope always thought that his father was going to take him to the garden to play.

It turned out to be going to a strange place.

"Because Dad can pronounce the word kindergarten and spell it. You can't do it, so stay. Bruce, who was already in middle school, pushed the child into the kindergarten and turned around and walked away very coldly.

In fact, on the first day, he quietly hid nearby to observe the child's movements.

Hope was initially drawn to the rumbling children and the colorful painted walls of the kindergarten, but by the time he came to his senses, his father was gone.

The child, who had the experience of losing his father, was really worried for a while, and he stood there and looked for it for a long time with tears in his eyes, and almost cried.

Then he was coaxed away with snacks by the gentle teacher in the kindergarten.

Bruce hiding in the corner: ......

Who understands Dad's complicated feelings?

So Bruce could only go to his school with mixed feelings.

Even in school, Bruce kept in touch with Hope's teachers, and when he learned that children were popular in kindergarten, his old father's heart finally let go of a little.

But not much.

Because in the afternoon, the child starts to think about his father.

Hope wasn't a crying kid, he just broke down and cried when he hadn't seen his dad for a long time, and he was obedient and polite ever since.

So any teacher in the kindergarten can't stand the little angel-like child looking at you pitifully with red eyes.

He didn't even cry at all, he just looked for his father in the kindergarten with tears in his eyes.

The child will also politely ask the teacher if he knows where his father is.

The teachers comforted the child that his father would come to pick him up soon, so the child ran to the door and sat down with the doll in his arms, saying that he was going to wait for his father.

Bruce didn't want to admit that he was a little happy and a little sour.

The happy thing is that Hope thinks about him all the time, and the sad thing is that the stupid kid thinks of 'Daddy'.

After Hope finally adjusts to the first day of kindergarten and succeeds in becoming a group pet, Bruce's nightmare comes.

The first is the problem of children not wanting to get out of bed.

Kindergarten starts at 7 a.m. Child Directive Activies, and except for the first day, when the child thinks he is going to play in the garden and successfully participates, the rest of the time he does not arrive on time.

Because when the kid held out his hand to Bruce sleepily and said vaguely, 'Sleep for another five minutes,' Bruce couldn't be ruthless at all. If the child chirps in his face in a daze, he will not be able to wake Hope up.

In the end, Ah Fu can only wipe the face of the confused child with a hot towel, and then wake the child up with fragrant baels.

The result of this, of course, was that both father and son were late.

After figuring out the child's routine, Bruce cheered himself up every day, vowing to resist the child's 'five more minutes of sleep' the next day.

Although it always ends in failure.

And after making sure that his father did not make him a new brother, Hope continued his honeypot life as 'Daddy's favorite child' as a matter of course.

Anyway, Dad loves Hope.

Except when he woke up Hope.

Hope, who had been picked up by his father a minute earlier from his bed for three days in a row, sat at the table with his cheeks puffed out.

It's already late anyway, so why not just don't go, Hope doesn't hate kindergarten, but he still wants to stay with his dad.

Bruce hurriedly swallowed the last bite of the omelette, then grabbed the muffin and ate it like a little hamster, and quickly jumped into Alfred's car.

Apparently accustomed to such hurried mornings, Daddy Bruce dropped the kids into kindergarten and hurried to his school.

It's the same today.

So he didn't notice that on the other side of the kindergarten gate, a fishy wind blew. The tender yellow gate seems to separate the two different worlds.

The child was stunned for a moment, then walked through the door as usual.