Chapter 43
Messiah was concentrating on eating breakfast, while Jason next to him was carefully cutting the food on the plate, trying his best to avoid making any noise with the knife and fork clashing.
Everything in Wayne Manor was too unfamiliar to him. The luxurious manor was too different from the shabby houses in Crime Alley.
Jason felt like he and Messiah looked out of place here...
Messiah put down his knife and fork with a clang, gulped down his milk, and said seriously, with a white beard on his face, "I'm done."
Single-handedly interrupting Jason's nervousness, Messiah looked from Jason to the left, then from Dick to the right, his gaze finally resting on Alfred, who was standing aside with a tray.
Messiah thought about it and nodded seriously. He knew what to do.
Under Jason's nervous gaze, Messiah got down from the dining chair - thanks to the attentive Alfred, Messiah now had a dining chair that fit his height and didn't have to jump down every time.
Messiah walked over to Alfred, looked up at him and held out his arm.
Are you acting like a spoiled brat?
Alfred raised his eyebrows slightly. He took out a handkerchief and prepared to wipe Messiah's mouth. A smile could not help but appear in his tone: "Master Messiah, is there anything I can do for you?"
Messiah's behavior reminded Alfred of Bruce when he was a child. Apart from the former Master Bruce, there has never been such a spoiled child in the Wayne family.
One hand held a handkerchief to wipe the corner of Messiah's mouth. Messiah squinted his eyes and let Alfred wipe his face very naturally.
Messiah was used to having someone wipe his face after meals, although he didn't understand why everyone liked to wipe his face after meals.
Messiah, who had never looked in the mirror after a meal and had no idea what his face looked like after a meal, thought so.
Jason breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the heartwarming interaction between Alfred and Messiah, then turned his head to meet Dick's wink.
Bruce's smile widened. He calmly pushed the milk in front of him away and watched the scene with a smile.
After Alfred took back the handkerchief, Messiah shook his head and naturally reached out for Alfred's tray: "Tray."
"I'm done eating, it's your turn." Messiah pointed to the empty seat on the table and said seriously, "I'll take your turn, and you take mine."
Messiah didn't know what a butler was. Based on the atmosphere when Alfred interacted with Bruce and Dick, as well as Alfred's status in the family, he judged that Alfred was the most important person in the family.
He didn't understand why Alfred wanted to watch them while they were eating. Maybe it was the rule in the Wayne family that someone had to be on guard while eating?
Messiah thought, he would take Alfred's turn, and after the next person finished eating, it would be his turn, and when everyone was done eating, they could all go to the kitchen together to wash the dishes.
After washing the dishes, they went out to look for food and money.
The little dog Messiah planned his next move according to his own cognition.
Alfred looked at Messiah in surprise, but soon realized what Messiah was thinking, and the smile on his face deepened.
Dick covered his chest with his hands, looking touched by the cuteness.
"Thank you for your kindness, Master Messiah." Alfred bent down and gently ruffled Messiah's hair, saying gently, "But I have finished my meal, and it is my duty to protect you while you eat."
Messiah didn't understand. He looked at Alfred in confusion. His lack of common sense made Messiah unable to understand what Alfred meant.
Bruce sighed softly.
"Alfred." Bruce stood up and walked over to Alfred and Messiah, "You..."
In Bruce's eyes, Alfred is his...father.
Alfred turned around with a smile, and Bruce fell silent instantly when he met Alfred's eyes.
"Messiah, let's go." Bruce lowered his head nonchalantly, pretending not to be threatened by Alfred. He smiled and ruffled Messiah's hair. "Alfred has his own persistence."
Bruce winked at Messiah. "If you want to help, why not help me?"
Messiah tilted his head back, looking at Alfred, then at Bruce, and finally took Bruce's hand obediently.
Bruce pulled Messiah back to the dining table, naturally let Messiah sit next to him, and pushed his milk to Messiah.
"Are you full, Messiah?" Bruce held his chin and looked at Messiah with a smile, a charming smile that only Bruce baby could have. "A little more?"
Bruce definitely didn't want Messiah to finish his milk, he was just worried that Messiah wasn't full.
Alfred prepared food for Messiah that was suitable for a normal five-year-old child, but Bruce had once had breakfast with Messiah at Todd's house and witnessed Messiah eat two adult portions in one go.
Bruce Wayne has no selfish motives. As Batman, how could he possibly tempt his own children to help him get milk?
Messiah blinked and subconsciously turned to look at Jason.
Jason was concentrating on eating and seemed not to notice Messiah's pleading look.
Messiah had to think for himself and finally decided to help Bruce.
Although he was not very knowledgeable, Messiah was very observant and was sure that Bruce didn't want to drink the milk, so he wanted to push the milk to him.
Messiah nodded to Bruce and said seriously, "I don't need to eat anymore, but I can help you with this."
Bruce was sweating a little.
Alfred's gaze behind him almost solidified into substance. Bruce moved his arms as if a thorn was thorning behind his back. He could almost imagine Alfred's expression.
Messiah picked up Bruce's milk and drank it all in one gulp.
A larger cup of milk was placed in front of Bruce with a "thump". Alfred smiled and wiped the white beard from Messiah's mouth, then turned and left with the tray.
Bruce, having shot himself in the foot, smiled weakly: "Thank you, Messiah..."
Watching the interaction between Messiah and Bruce, Jason quietly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with relief.
In fact, Jason's attention has always been on Messiah. He avoided Messiah's eyes asking for help, just wanting Messiah and Bruce to develop a relationship.
He didn't know what the future would hold for him and Messiah after being adopted by Bruce, but if Messiah and Bruce were close enough, at least Bruce shouldn't be wary of Messiah's abilities anymore, right?
Jason tried his best to protect his brother in his own way, even if it was clumsy and childish.
Dick leaned in close to Jason, seemingly oblivious to his uneasiness, and cheerfully suggested, "Want to go to the Batcave after dinner?"
Jason's head shot up, his eyes practically glowing. "Batcave?!"
"Yes, the Batcave." Dick said with a grin, "After-dinner digestion activity, want to join us?"
Jason subconsciously looked at Bruce, and Bruce nodded with a smile.
Dick winked at Messiah who was looking at him: "Batcave Adventure, Messiah, come along too--"
Messiah glanced down at the underground Batcave, then turned to look at Jason, noticing Jason's obviously expectant expression.
"Okay." Although Messiah didn't know what fun there was in the dark Batcave, he nodded in agreement for Jason's sake, "Let's go together."
Bruce drank his milk slowly while observing Messiah's expression calmly.
"Messiah, can you see what the Batcave looks like?" Bruce asked casually, his face full of curiosity. "Perspective?"
Messiah didn't notice Jason's instantly wary expression and nodded frankly, "Yes."
He didn't think it was something that needed to be hidden.
After thinking for a moment, Messiah added, "I can see it, just like Superman."
"Like Superman?" Bruce repeated, his brows furrowed unconsciously, his tone unconsciously changing back to Batman's. "Superman's vision covers the entire Earth, and he also has X-rays."
"What are X-rays?" Messiah asked in confusion, showing his level of illiteracy.
Bruce's vigilance was instantly shattered. He looked at Messiah's clear and foolish eyes, sighed with a mixture of laughter and tears, and silently put Messiah and Jason's tutoring plan at the top of his schedule.
Jason, who was implicated by his brother and regarded as illiterate by Bruce, controlled his desire to hold his forehead. His vigilance against Bruce was also shattered by Messiah's stupid behavior.
Bruce ruffled Messiah's hair and sighed softly, "Nothing."
Messiah's straightforward performance made Bruce realize that Messiah had no intention of hiding his abilities. Perhaps asking Messiah directly was the most appropriate choice.
But, is it really feasible?
Batman's skeptical mindset makes Bruce hesitate. Can he trust the Messiah? Will the Messiah hide things from him?
Bruce looked down at Messiah, who tilted his head in confusion, his clear golden eyes almost looking through him.
Okay, okay.
The Messiah's crystal-clear stupidity defeats Batman, and Bruce Wayne gains the upper hand.
Bruce smiled.
"Messiah, are you willing to take a test of your abilities in the Batcave?" Bruce stared at Messiah, his blue eyes reflecting Messiah's appearance. "I want to know the range and limit of your powers."
Messiah nodded: "Okay."
Bruce saw unguarded trust in Messiah's face.
Messiah tilted his head, not realizing how peculiar Bruce's performance was.
For Batman, "trust" is the most difficult thing.
Bruce chuckled and ruffled Messiah's hair, feeling a sense of relief.
Messiah suddenly felt something heavy on his head. He shook his head like a puppy shaking off water, and a piece of chocolate rolled down and was caught by Messiah before it hit the ground.
No one knows how Bruce managed to make chocolates come out of his suit sleeves.
Messiah looked at the chocolate in his hand, then looked at Bruce who was winking at him, then looked at Jason and Dick who couldn't hold back their laughter, and finally looked at Alfred who was also laughing.
He couldn't help but stretch out his claws and rub his fluffy white hair. Does my hair really look like it's good for storing things?
【Author’s words】
Hahahahaha, Dick in the Batmobile leak is so cute hahaha, grunting while pulling the Batmobile Fuck Batman
I don't know if Jason will appear in the Definite Edition.
The world needs more cute little birds ah ah [rainbow fart][rainbow fart]
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