"I have the recording and the photo," Bruce Banner said. "I need to show it to, uh, my friend."

He did not try to fight for the ownership of the half red seal, because obviously Batman contributed more. Gotham's dark knight seemed to be very good at controlling emotions. Several times when Banner was frightened and thought he would kill, he just stopped at the right level. If the other party did not seem to want to say a word, the doctor would like to exchange experiences.

Batman looked at him and suddenly said, "Did the Director of SHIELD ask you to convey anything else?"

"......!" Banner, who originally didn't want to get involved in this matter, was stunned for a moment before saying, "He probably wants to cooperate with you."

Moses did not comment, thought for two seconds and then said, "You are not a mutant, you lack confidence in your control, but you are not afraid to go deep into danger. In addition, you don't look arrogant, but you have been worried that your changes will hurt me in previous battles." He briefly summarized some of the contradictions he observed, and finally asked, "S.H.I.E.L.D. believes that you are a secret weapon that can be used as a bargaining chip. Why do they think they have the ability to control you?"

This is a not-so-polite temptation. When Dr. Banner is emotionally unstable, perhaps angry, he may turn into a green monster that is more terrifying than Bane and Crocodile Man.

This change may not be controllable, but it is definitely reversible.

So after the Hulk briefly appeared, Moses immediately suppressed Batman's instinct to take advantage of the fact that there was no one around and to try to act on his own, and to avoid unnecessary complications, he added, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend." Bruce Wayne's social skills are very complete, and he can make himself very likable when he wants to.

After a period of tense atmosphere, the vague sense of threat finally disappeared.

Dr. Banner was already annoyed and said, "I think Hulk really bothers you. But I don't think I need to worry about it."

Judging from this level of proficiency, this is definitely not the first time Batman has spread his wings on the edge of danger.

They parted ways when the sky was turning pale. Moses originally thought that Nightwing would also leave before the sun rose, but the young man followed him closely, as if he would not stop until he got on the Batmobile.

“…”

"That's what you said," Nightwing said, resting his arm on the hood of the Batmobile. "'Usually when I park my car in front of you I'm waiting for you to get in.' I've decided that unless you can drive this car away in front of me, I'll follow you wherever you go."

Either you give me the tire now, or it's really easy to leave without hurting anyone, Batman thought. Unless he doesn't want to do that.

The question is, does he want to?

The unpolluted snow beneath my feet contrasted with the rising sun, as if a similar snow had once fallen on Sarajevo, taking away the last bit of warmth from a child and leaving indelible scars on the souls of adults.

"Get in the car." Batman seemed to be briefly absent-minded, but before Nightwing could confirm, he had opened the car door swiftly.

They rushed along the path towards the bat cave in the increasingly bright morning sun.

**

"Milk? Black tea? Or coffee?" Wayne Manor finally welcomed its first guest. Alfred came to Dick with a tray and said politely, "Today's breakfast is cream waffles."

As he finished speaking, Nightwing saw Bruce Wayne, who was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, turn green.

"Afu." This famous young man who has been trending on Gotham and most of the United States recently said weakly, "We have guests."

"Well," the butler said to the young man, who was still in shock, "I'm sorry, the waffles may not be to your taste. Would you like a toasted sandwich?"

Dick responded reflexively, "I can do anything... I mean," the voice that rushed out of his throat gave an outlet for the barrage of crazy thoughts in his head, "Batman?"

"I am." replied the man on the sofa.

"Bruce Wayne?"

Moses: “It’s me.”

What should we do in this situation?

Nightwing and the old butler who was waiting for him to make a choice looked at each other.

"One penny," Alfred said kindly. "Alfred Pennyworth, my name, if you want to know." He handed Nightwing a glass of milk.

The young man half opened his mouth and reached out to take it foolishly, but he didn't drink it and just held it in his hand.

The butler sighed, turned around and pushed the breakfast plate in front of Moses: "Master, we need to talk."

The man lifted his black hair with one hand, his blue eyes half closed: "Hmm, what are you talking about?"

Alfred didn't make any move, but suddenly a recorder appeared in his hand.

After pressing the switch, a familiar voice came from inside: "...There must be more ways to silence people than snipers and bombs. We can't go through the front door, Nightwing, you take--"

This is the conversation that took place after the warehouse explosion last night.

The recording headset was hung on Batman's ear, so the recording was clearer than what he heard on the spot. At least this time Dick heard that Batman's breathing suddenly became heavier after he stopped talking, a kind of silent pain.

His slightly sluggish brain due to sleepiness reflexively recalled the scene: the young child holding a weapon, aiming at the seemingly defenseless adult who was actually sure of victory, just like a wolf cub in the territory baring its fangs at the wolf king.

Batman didn't even look shocked at the time.

But he probably felt much more than just shock.

Dick suddenly woke up and sat up straight with his slightly hunched back. His eyes involuntarily fell on the owner of Wayne Manor. He hesitated a little, as if he was prying into someone's privacy that they were unwilling to mention.

But he really wanted to understand the other person - just like an ordinary person longing to understand his best friend, a younger person wanting to understand an elder, or a student trying to understand his mentor. The closeness gave rise to a desire to explore, and the respect made him nervous before the mystery was revealed.

Alfred was much more relaxed in his every move than he was. Perhaps this was the remarkable thing about being an adult who had read a lot.

"This is normal." The rich man who took off the Batman mask said calmly, "I was surprised and angry at the time."

Nightwing: With all due respect, I don't see that at all.

He bet the Red Hood kid didn't find anything either.

"I can trust...Batman." The child's slightly childish voice echoed in the silence so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

When the recording played this part, Bruce Wayne picked up the glass of water on the table and took a sip.

This was his first strange move of the morning, and Dick's heart was pounding, but Alfred turned off the recording.

Moses: “What’s wrong?”

The old butler looked down at him, worried and helpless: "I can't say, but let's stop here, you need to rest."

Dick saw Bruce sigh softly.

"Thank you, Alfred. I'm so sorry."

"I should be the one to apologize."

After they finished this somewhat incomprehensible conversation, the young man stood up from the sofa and nodded to Dick: "Go to bed early. If you have any questions, you can talk to me after you get up." Then he walked towards the bedroom with steady steps. At this time, he looked a bit like Batman.

Dick Grayson waited until he was out of sight before he whispered, "I don't quite understand."

Alfred looked at him with concern and tolerance, and did not explain immediately, but continued to play the recording. The content behind was no different from what Dick remembered, until Batman said to Red Hood: If it is not necessary, I am not going to interfere with you doing anything.

He pressed the pause button again.

"Mr. Nightwing." Although he already knew the true identity of the young man from the all-knowing Batman, Alfred still used a code name before he formally introduced himself. "Do you think it is possible that Batman already knew the child?"