mtl008 Chapter 2862: The Battle of the Brick People! (6)
Chapter 2862: The Battle of the Brick People! (6)
Chapter 2862: The Battle of the Little Brick People! (Sixteen)
"Okay, I think I understand." Batman sighed, lowered his hands in frustration and said, "I thought I could rely entirely on my nature to make people think I was a popular person."
"You are, but since you live in this society, the things that society gives you will always disrupt people's judgment of your nature, and the social skills you use are just a way to fight against this disruption, which can help you show your true self." Schiller advised.
"Do I really have a chance to redeem myself? They won't even bring me to the party." Batman choked. Although he didn't know why drinking grape juice would make him drunk, he did look a little tipsy.
"Don't worry, they will come to you soon."
"Really? Will they apologize to me?"
"More than that, they will sincerely apologize to you and ask you to return to the team."
Batman's mood became better again. He said hesitantly, "Really? Am I that important?"
At this time, Schiller had stood up, walked upstairs and said, "Yes, you are the core figure, and the Justice League cannot do without you."
Before entering the bedroom and closing the door, Schiller added in his mind, "The main thing is that they will soon be in big trouble and will have to look for you."
In Barbara's office, Superman paced with his arms folded. He said, "I have never seen such a dark person. Even the sun can't illuminate his heart. I think he will be our main enemy for some time to come."
"He's Batman..."
"No, he's not." Superman shook his head and said, "Batman is not like that. Although Batman appears dark on the surface, he is actually a sensitive and fragile person. But what we saw that day was simply a high wall of darkness. Just looking at it makes people feel despair."
"Then let me put it another way. He is very much like Batman."
"Diana and I speculate that Batman may have lost his genes, causing an evil organization to create an evil clone that amplified his dark side..."
"Gordon and I think so too," Barbara said. "The problem is that he has Batman's abilities, but he is much more evil and terrifying than Batman."
"No, I have to go see the real Batman," said Superman. "I have to explain to him that the party was actually..."
Just as he said this, Superman's communicator rang. He had to open the phone and say, "Hello? ... What did you say? There was a riot in the Phantom Prison??? All the criminals ran out???"
Batman put on his equipment again, carried several boxes of cookies that Alfred had prepared for him, and got into the Batmobile.
The car sped all the way to the largest orphanage in Gotham. As soon as he got out of the car, he was warmly welcomed. Batman barely cheered up and said, "Yes, the great dark hero is here to see you again. Here are today's cookies..."
Batman took the box down, and the children quickly came over. They passed the cookies to the back in a very orderly manner. The boy with glasses standing in the front said, "Is this Alfred's work? I'm not saying that the ones bought in the store are not good, but I still like his better..."
"Don't worry." Batman patted his head and said, "I knew you were greedy. Alfred has already prepared it."
The children cheered and ran to the back with their cookies, while the boy who asked the question stood there shyly. Batman turned to look at him, then said hesitantly: "Sorry, I can't stay with you longer today. I have some things of my own to do, but next time I will definitely..."
"Oh, that's not it. Well, I..." The boy took out a piece of paper from his back a little embarrassedly, and then said, "I'm old enough and will leave the orphanage soon. You have always been my idol, and I want you to sign my graduation certificate..."
"Oh, this." Batman smiled and said, "No problem."
He took the paper and picked up the pen. Just as he was about to sign, the phone rang. He had to hold the phone between his ear and shoulder, and Superman's anxious voice came from the other end.
"Oh no, Batman. There's a riot in the Phantom Prison. Many criminals have escaped. They know I'm in Gotham and are heading here..."
Batman's eyes widened, he knew that this matter was of no trivial importance. Those imprisoned in the Phantom Prison were all evil criminals who had attacked Metropolis before. Unlike those lunatics in Gotham, the criminals in the Phantom Prison were extremely powerful and had the ability to overwhelm the enemy. If they all ran out at once, it would definitely bring about a terrible disaster.
Batman hurriedly signed his name on the paper, stuffed the paper and pen into the boy's arms as quickly as possible, and said, "Sorry, something went wrong again, and the best vigilante must take action!"
After saying that, he waved his cape, climbed onto the Batmobile, stepped on the accelerator, and the dark car disappeared into the night.
Instead of feeling disappointed, the boy excitedly turned around on the spot. He unfolded the crumpled paper, and the title on the paper read "Orphan Adoption Agreement."
Tim sighed when he returned to Wayne Manor. This was a really difficult task. It took him a lot of effort to crack the lock of the Phantom Prison, and he had to hide from Superman on his way back. Fortunately, everything was done in the end, and he could finally have a cup of coffee and take a break.
Alfred smiled at him and brought him a cup of steaming coffee and a soft, sweet croissant. Tim rubbed his hands and prepared to enjoy his midnight snack.
Most of the lights in the manor were turned off, with only two small lights left on in the restaurant. The light was a little dim, but it made people feel sleepy and comfortable.
With a whoosh, a dark shadow passed by the window. Tim, who was about to take a bite of the croissant, turned his eyes to the side and found that there was no movement, so he turned his attention back to the food.
squeak...
The door of the manor was opened a crack, Tim slowly narrowed his eyes and reached for the dart at his waist.
Tim turned his head suddenly, only to find that the coffee cup on the table was gone. When he turned his head back again, the croissant in his hand was gone too.
Tim's eyes widened, and he slammed the table and shouted, "Who?!"
Seeing that there was only a small water stain left where the coffee cup had been, and that his perfect midnight snack had disappeared, Tim went to the monitoring room in the Batcave in a rage.
Every room in Wayne Manor could be seen from here. Soon, he saw a sneaky figure in the utility room next to the kitchen. The figure was squatting in the corner and stuffing bread into his mouth, holding the cup of coffee in his hand.
"Hello, who are you? How did you get in?" Tim shouted to him through the camera, but the other party seemed to be frightened, puffing up his cheeks and looking around blankly.
He swallowed hard, poured the coffee into his mouth, wiped his mouth, cleared his throat and said, "I am Batman's adopted son..."
Tim was shocked. You are Wayne's adopted son, then who am I?
The figure took out a piece of paper, and Tim saw through the camera that it was an adoption agreement issued by an orphanage with Batman's name signed on it.
Wait, what's the name listed under adoptee? Richard Grayson?
So this guy is Dick???
Tim thought about it and felt that the time point in this universe was about the time when Dick was adopted, but the Dick in their universe did not have any adoption agreement, otherwise that guy would not still have the last name Grayson, but should have changed it to Wayne.
He ran out of the monitoring room, went to the kitchen and pulled Dick out. Dick had been eating in a hurry and was coughing violently. Tim had to go to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water.
"Are you okay? Where's Batman?"
"I was going to ask you something." Dick wiped his mouth and said, "He disappeared after signing my adoption agreement."
"So you came here, knowing that Batman is actually Wayne?"
"Is he? I just found this address on the courier slip he sent to the orphanage before."
Tim slapped him on the forehead, but suddenly Dick screamed and said, "Are you saying that Batman is Bruce Wayne?! I was adopted by the richest man in the world?!!!"
"Theoretically, yes, but we still have to wait until he comes back to find out what's going on." Tim always felt that Dick's adoption was not that simple.
"Well, speaking of that," Dick looked at Tim and said, "Are you his adopted son too? Don't you have a uniform or anything?"
“Yes, but I didn’t wear it.” Tim shook his head and said, “Don’t look at me like that. Being an assistant doesn’t necessarily mean wearing tights, especially when a certain uniform has already been worn by the previous two people.”
Tim remembered a lot of things about the uniform. His biological father was still alive, so he had two fathers. So he always emphasized to Batman that he loved him the most.
Since Nightwing and Red Hood are still alive, Batman has three Robins. Batman always emphasizes to him that he loves him the most. For this reason, he adjusted the uniform of the third generation Robin to make it look different from the previous two, and assured him that no one has ever worn this uniform.
Of course Tim believed him. Even though he knew that Batman kept the costumes of the previous two Robins well, he still wore the new clothes and showed off in front of the other two for more than half a month, and successfully got beaten twice.
As if he had been immersed in his memories for too long, Dick broke free from Tim's hand and started to clean up the kitchen again. Just as Tim was about to go over to stop him, he saw a flash in the sky outside the window.
The two of them stood in front of the kitchen window in a daze, and outside the window, thick dark clouds dispersed in the sky, revealing not the light of dawn, but an even deeper and darker purple night.
Countless huge figures appeared on the skyline, baring their fangs and claws, howling like ghosts and wolves, and the whole city was filled with an atmosphere of doomsday.
Tim took a few steps back, touched the equipment on his waist, stared out the window, and muttered to himself: "Oh no, we have to find a way to help Batman."
Dick also became a little nervous. He began to walk around in circles, muttering, "It's over, it's over. I haven't received any assistant training yet. I haven't even worn a uniform! How am I going to..."
Tim was dizzy and pulled him over and said, "If Batman has been looking for an assistant for a long time, he must have prepared equipment. I'll take you to the Batcave to find it."
"Should I really go? Can I really deal with these guys?" Dick was dragged by Tim to the Bat Cave. He was not idle either, muttering to himself and asking for directions.
Arriving at the equipment storage room under the Batcave, Tim cleaned his ears first, sighed inwardly and said, "Fortunately, Dick in my universe is not as talkative as you. Let's go in."