By the time Jason returned with the two little tagalongs who had gone with him, Clark had already left Wayne Manor with the little sun and Hand Cord Miaomiao had given him.
When they learned that the mighty Superman, the "God of Man" himself, had been controlled by Miaomiao's singing during a routine sparring match and even imitated Batman while delivering embarrassingly edgy lines, the three Bat Brats who had missed the scene deeply regretted it.
Tim, who had come prepared, flashed an elegant capitalist's smile. "I have a video."
The three exchanged glances, then immediately rushed at Tim, demanding that he share with his brothers.
The adoptive brothers, who had all held the same position, huddled together, chattering and bargaining over a video. Meanwhile, Miaomiao held the fruit platter Alfred had lovingly provided and happily ate with one arm around Titus.
Having been barred from night patrol by the children, Bruce was reviewing recent intelligence on a portable computer, trying to analyze the villains' latest movements.
Alfred watched it all with a smile, his heart full of satisfaction.
Ah, if only Master Bruce could bring a lady of the house back to Wayne Manor...
As though sensing something, Bruce looked up at Butler Batman, his eyes still carrying Batman's cold, hard expression from his analysis of the villains' behavior.
Alfred: (/"≡ _ ≡)=
Never mind. Master Jason's return was already an unexpected blessing. I mustn't expect too much of Master Bruce...
As another weekend came to an end, Dick returned to Blüdhaven.
No one brought it up, and Jason said nothing either, seemingly agreeing in silence to stay at Wayne Manor.
Bruce had been taking Pearl baths every day lately, applying it externally and taking it internally. Not only had his old injuries improved considerably and his scars faded,