Waaaaaagh! (A Ten-Thousand-Word Mega Chapter-Please Subscribe)

"Welcome back, sir. I have to say, the new paint job made you look much younger—and very, very cute."

Alfred watched the freshly returned Batman and the power armor Little Annie had magically painted a girlish pink. He could not help snickering as he teased him.

Although Superman's sacrifice and the deaths of countless civilians had left everyone feeling depressed, heavy-hearted, and grief-stricken, Alfred still found his master's current appearance rather hard not to laugh at.

Especially the sight of Little Annie sitting on his head and tugging his ears with both tiny hands. It nearly melted the butler's heart, as though he were seeing a happy future where Bruce Wayne gave up being Batman, married, had children, and produced the next heir of the Wayne Family.

There was no helping it. The older one got, the more one tended to like children.

They represented new life, hope, the future, and inheritance—the complete opposite of one's own steady march toward twilight and death.

Moreover, Alfred had played the role of a father ever since Bruce was very young, so emotionally, he had always regarded Bruce as his own son.

For an old father, what could be more comforting than seeing his increasingly aging son marry, have children, and live an ordinary life before he died?

"Stop joking, Alfred.

You should know exactly how terrifying and dangerous that adorable little baby is.

Her father is a dreadful demon god. He effortlessly dealt with the monster that killed Superman, even blasting apart the moon before using some unknown ability to restore it to its original state.

She herself is also an infant demon god, possessing the power to instantly destroy Earth and human civilization.

Most importantly, that little girl often does not understand what she is doing or the serious consequences of