By the time the motorcycle stopped, the three of them had completely shaken off the police pursuing them.
Batman looked at the two children before him, dressed alike and both having "run away from home," and felt a headache coming on.
He knew that what he said often wasn't particularly pleasant... all right, it was downright unpleasant, but he couldn't control his mouth.
Sweetheart Bruce could work his "love magic" on any stranger without a shred of guilt, rattling off sweet nothings that sounded utterly sincere and left people feeling cherished. Yet with his own children, Batman always seemed painfully tongue-tied.
Alfred's assessment was: an awkward nocturnal mammal that could only armor himself in indifference and stubbornness, wrapping his love and concern in a cold, hard shell.
Alfred had repeatedly tried to reason with him, and had even sharply reprimanded Batman: excessive severity and criticism would only drive his children farther away.
But Batman couldn't control his mouth.
Every time he tried to have a calm, earnest conversation with one of his children, things always ended up worse.
Just like now-
It was impossible to say who had started throwing accusations first. In any case, an enraged Red Hood swung his crowbar at the man who had once been his father, while Batman merely caught the crowbar in one hand and threw a punch with the other, his expression cold.
A punch answered by a kick. The two fought even more viciously than they had against the guards at the harbor!
Miaomiao was dumbfounded.
The Little Merfolk had been taught from childhood that her people should stick together, love one another, and help each other. Her little head simply couldn't understand. They were family, and the three of them had just been fighting side by side, so why had they