I just want to live a peaceful life in DC world

Chapter 40 In the DC world, being a father is a traditional art skill

"Rake. Pull? Baba—"

In the corridor of Wayne's house, Jacques was still in a daze for a moment when he saw this child, who was only half a meter tall and wobbly, calling his father in an inarticulate voice.

I—I want to be a father?
"I didn't expect you to get out of bed so soon, Master Jacques. Ling Qianjin is very energetic, but she doesn't seem to like eating, she only drank some water."

A man with neatly combed silver-white hair and a neat tuxedo leaned forward to salute Jacques with an amiable smile.

"You must be Steward Alfred, it's an honor to meet you. So this child is"

Jacques looked at the little girl who was holding his calf crookedly, his voice trembling slightly.

"Yes, this is Ling Qianjin—as expected of a relative whose blood is thicker than water, she recognized you the first time I met you, and Ling Qianjin and Master Jacques are indeed very similar."

No, Ah Fu, you are talking nonsense, how do I look like this chick!
Jacques looked carefully at his "cheap daughter". She had powder-carved jade-like hands and feet and a doll-like delicate baby's fat face. She had shoulder-length curly hair that made him feel familiar, and she didn't know it was because of the light. Still excited, her skin seemed a little too rosy.

But after calming down, Jacques immediately realized that something was wrong—although he was alone in his previous life, he had never eaten pork, and he had seen pigs running. How could a newborn child learn to walk and talk within a few hours.

"I understand, you guys from the Wayne family are here to trick me, right? This kid is obviously a few years old, how could it be—"

At this moment, Jacques felt that his trousers were being used and pulled. When he lowered his head, he made eye contact with a pair of clear, crystal-clear and lovely big eyes.

"Dad. Dad doesn't want me?"

Hiss, Jacques tensed up instinctively, but no matter what, it was hard to convince him——

"She is indeed your child, Joaquin. I saw Alfred operate on her from your abdomen. She has grown rapidly to this appearance not long after birth, and can speak the basics. Words -- as far as it sounds, these are the facts of what I've seen firsthand."

A gentle voice sounded, and Jacques turned around, and saw a girl in a wheelchair with square glasses turning the wheelchair and approaching them.Seeing the plaster cast on her feet and the smooth fiery red hair, Jacques immediately recognized her identity.

"Mama? Mama—"

The little girl's eyes lit up, she smiled brightly, let go of Jacques' legs and ran towards the wheelchair.

"Be careful not to bump into it. I've said it all, I'm not your mother, I'm Sister Barbara."

"Rake rake mom?"

Seeing Barbara Gordon's awkward smile, Jacques couldn't help but laugh for a moment, but he immediately remembered that he had encountered the same situation, and it was even possible that he was the father of the child, so he couldn't laugh anymore. .

"Mr. Alfred, this kind of absurd thing is true. No, why are you so calm? It is obviously too unreasonable from any point of view!! I am a real man, how could it be—"

Alfred patted Jacques on the shoulder lightly, signaling him to calm down, with a calm smile still on his face.

"It's really unreasonable. But to be honest, during the years of being the housekeeper of the Wayne family, I have seen mud-faced people who can change their appearance, crocodile people with reptile heads, and even entertained Superman who took off an airplane and Heroine who was unscathed in the hail of bullets. Well, the situation of Master Joaquin can only be said to be a little bit surprising in my eyes."

"Besides, I found out that I had an extra child when I was caught off guard. It's not surprising that Master Wayne has also experienced this incident."

Jacques was taken aback by Alfred's words. From this point of view, he seems to be more acceptable to this setting. Indeed, in the DC world, many people only find out that there is a half-grown child on the battlefield. , I don't seem to have anything special other than being a father and a mother.

"Go to the living room and have a cup of hot tea first, Master Jacques, calming down is more important than anything else."

Alfred's suggestion was very effective. When Jacques sat on the high-end soft sofa and sipped the moderately hot tea made by Alfred, his brain gradually became active.

"Daddy, daddy hug."

The little girl's words were much clearer than before. She sat affectionately on Jacques' lap, rubbing against Jacques' chest like a small animal, as if she was smelling his body.

Jacques didn't forcefully push her away, but stroked the girl's smooth red curly hair naturally, thoughtfully.

There is no doubt that the girl's red hair is not inherited from Joaquin, and it certainly has nothing to do with Barbara Gordon.Then the reason obviously lies in the thing stuffed into the flank, the red seed that the Poison Ivy gave him.

Recalling the scene after the seeds were stuffed, the seeds were only implanted in his body at first, absorbing his flesh and blood nutrients to grow into scarlet thorny poisonous vines, assisting him in the battle, and almost completely withered by the end of the battle.

The problem is that the opportunity for the seed to mutate again is when he is headshot by the black mask, triggers the effect of the title of Solomon Grundy, and is fully resurrected.

If, just say if.At that time, when the seed took root in his body, it was mistaken by the system as a part of his original body organs, and was injected with life energy for repair. Could this be the reason why this child was born?

In this way, whether this child is his own is another matter, but it may be closer to Poison Ivy's.
"Dad, Dad, Grandpa Sun is coming out—"

The little girl got off Jacques, jumped and ran to the side door of the living room. Alfred had thoughtfully opened the side door in advance and let her go to the yard.

Jacques passed through the side door and saw a light on the saddle in the distance. Only then did he realize that it had been a whole night since the end of the battle, and it was already the morning of the next day.

"Anyway, this child came out of your body. Although you are confused now, as a father, you must at least give her a name."

Barbara Gordon held hot tea and looked at Jacques with some reproach.

name?Jacques's scalp was a little numb. To be honest, he was completely unprepared for the sudden love of becoming a father.

Tsk, the problem is, how can I, an Easterner, know how to choose a Western name? Or should I just follow the naming habits of my previous life?If my surname is Zhou, is there any suitable girl's name, Xun?Bi smooth?By the way, her life experience is related to Poison Ivy, maybe she can be called a tree person?

"Master Jacques, Miss Barbara! Come and see!"

Hearing Alfred's urgent shout, Jacques and Barbara glanced at each other, and immediately rushed towards the courtyard.When they saw the scene in front of them, they were all shocked——

In the middle of the courtyard, there were already blood-red thorns and vines all over, and there were a few huge red flower buds half the height of a person.In the center of the largest blooming giant flower, the little girl is lying happily in the center of the flower buds, enjoying the sunshine.

At this moment, Jacques vaguely understood something—although this child inherited most of the characteristics of Poison Ivy on the outside, she also inherited some more essential things of herself, which was undoubtedly her own. daughter.

At the same time, Jacques had already thought of her name.

"Zyra. Zyra of the Thorns—this is the name of my precious daughter."

(End of this chapter)