Tony asked unhappily, "I have a smart, gentle wife and an obedient, adorable daughter. Why should I help you deal with this kind of bullshit that obviously sounds like a huge hassle?
If I have the time, wouldn't it be better to design a brand-new children's Battle Armor for Little Morgan? Speaking of which, would adding just a tiny bit of weaponry to a children's Battle Armor be illegal?"
"What do you think?"
Andrew and Batman complained at the same time. What kind of parent added weapons to their own daughter's Battle Armor?
"First of all, isn't there something wrong with the modifiers you put before your wife and daughter? Little Pepper is gentle? Are you sure Little Pepper hasn't smashed your brain in?"
Andrew said disdainfully, "As for your daughter, she's practically a Little Demon. I can't even be bothered to talk about it. Even Howard couldn't stand her and ran straight to Hell to work. He'd rather work than look after Little Morgan."
"Isn't this all your fault? Why did you give Little Morgan such a good body?"
Tony snapped. When Little Morgan was born, Andrew had given her a blessing as the Lord of Hell. Then, well, from the time Little Morgan was half a year old, Tony's household had been in complete chaos.
Had anyone ever seen a one-year-old baby climbing onto rooftops? A two-year-old baby knocking out a large dog? A three-year-old child riding a motorcycle around the entire city?
"Obviously, it was to turn your whole family upside down. What else could it have been for?"
Andrew asked with a puzzled expression. Tony was nearly pissed to death. This bastard had really done it on purpose.
Bruce was speechless. He had thought Andrew would answer, "I gave your daughter a healthy body, and you're