mtl008 Chapter 1425 Is this the life of Batman?
Chapter 1425 Is this the life of Batman?
Chapter 1425 Is this the life of Batman?
Diana pulled Clark away in a hurry, as if she didn't want to participate in this family ethics drama at all.
"I went to find Professor Schiller today, hoping to transfer back to the Department of Psychology, but unfortunately, he is no longer teaching at Gotham University."
Bruce looked at Thomas and explained, but Thomas stared at him coldly, his tone full of anger: "What I'm saying is, how did you let yourself be removed from the list before? Bruce, even if Martha and I have lacked I have given you an education, but don't you even have the most basic morals?"
"When I was studying, only students who made very big mistakes, including but not limited to murder, rape, kidnapping and other vicious crimes, would be expelled from their own university professors. What the hell did you do?! "
Bruce opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. Thomas took a deep breath, looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "You'd better not expect anyone to be responsible for your actions, and settle your professor yourself, at most For a week, make this matter as if it never happened, otherwise I will definitely make you look good!"
"University education experience is also for me..." Bruce raised his voice and wanted to refute, but he was interrupted by Thomas in the middle of speaking, and Thomas took a step forward, showing an oppressive posture.
"Bruce!"
"I don't want to talk about this!"
"Then let's talk about that Lamborghini tractor of yours! What kind of land do you want to drive a Lamborghini tractor to plant by yourself?!"
"I……"
Bruce instinctively wanted to explain, but he suddenly lowered his head and repeated in a confused tone: "Lamborghini... tractor???"
"I won't talk about too much." Thomas reached out and patted the back of the sofa, and said bitterly: "Dick's head teacher told me that you transferred him six schools within a year, and I haven’t visited his dormitory even once, and there are three parent-teacher meetings a year, and you missed one.”
"The football coach at Jason's school approached you twice, but you completely forgot about Jason's athletic talents he mentioned to you, and even missed the chance to sign him up for this season's junior football club."
"You didn't go to the parent-child surfing event hosted by Tim's father last weekend. He doesn't know more than ten people of his age. You completely forgot that he said he was going to add a series of detectives to the Wayne Manor library. As for the books, Constantine bought them for him."
"And Aisha, I didn't know until I went to kindergarten with her last week that you haven't met her sensory integration training teacher! She actually called Selena who is still in Los Angeles, and she didn't know that you love her. Sha will go to elementary school next year."
"Bruce Wayne!" Thomas called Bruce's full name again, looked him in the eyes and said, "Did Martha and I be so careless when we raised you? None of these children participated in three The above clubs have never learned etiquette, don’t know how to communicate, and hang out in Wayne Manor every day!”
“Should they go to the astronomy club for stargazing with kids their age, play football on weekends, hold book clubs, take care of ponies at the horse farm, or even play video games together?”
"Dick has lived a two-point and one-line life like this for several years. Except for going to school and going home to do homework, he has already gone to middle school, and he hasn't even been to summer camp!"
"No child of the Wayne family should be subjected to such abuse! I don't even know how to describe your incompetence!"
Bruce opened his mouth again, clenched his fists, and raised his voice, saying, "But I can't be around these things every day, I have more important things to do! I will make this city better!"
Thomas crossed his arms and said with a sneer: "It's as if you haven't spent time on these things in the past few years, and you have done other things very well! Then how did you get dismissed by your professor?"
"I'm an adult now, I don't need you to teach me what to do and what not to do!" Bruce also squeezed the back of the sofa tightly and said, "Leave me alone!"
Thomas' face immediately sank, he took a deep breath, and said, "Okay, do you think I'm happy to take care of you? It's best if you can take care of yourself-but don't use the money I earned!"
"I will freeze all your bank cards, Alfred, and pack our Master Wayne's luggage!"
After finishing speaking, he patted the back of the sofa chair hard, gave Bruce a cold look and turned to go upstairs. Bruce froze in place, as if he couldn't believe that he was still restricted by his family for consumption even though he was over 20 years old.
Alfred stepped forward and patted Bruce on the back and said: "In order to maintain the status quo of the Wayne Group and make up for the company's deficit, Master Wayne has been working overtime for three consecutive days. Tiredness at work may make people lose their temper. irritable."
"And one thing he said is right. Miss Aisha will go to elementary school next year. Have you taught her to take care of the school?"
"I don't want to care about these things!" Bruce waved his hand irritably, dodging Alfred's move to put his coat on him, walked towards the basement door, and said, "I'm going to the basement to do experiments now, anyone Don't bother me."
After speaking, he rushed into the basement and closed the door hard. Tim, who was watching his back, narrowed his eyes, turned and walked towards the garden.
Bruce, who came to the basement, was stunned looking at the scattered equipment in the empty basement. He strode towards the nearest filing cabinet and began to search for the materials inside.
There are a bunch of blank papers in the first drawer. Finally, there are some written materials in the second drawer, but most of them are warranty instructions for lathe parts. The third drawer is some common tools, and the fourth drawer has some Bruce took out the handwritten notes and took a look. They were scraps of psychology papers.
Then go to the things on the shelf, in addition to the small parts that have fallen into dust, there are dead spare Batmobile tires, Batmobile hoods, large and small rain boots and wading suits, and a lot of plastic bag.
In the corner of the basement, there are some munitions covered with camouflage cloth, but most of them are common firearms on the market, and they don’t even have bullets. In another corner, there is a brightly painted children’s slide part with Two rows of teeth marks.
Bruce walked to the side of the machine. After opening the machine, he found that it was only the most basic equipment for operating the machine tool. There was no abnormality after the machine tool was opened, but from the sound of gear friction, it could be heard that the machine had not been opened for a long time and lacked lubricating oil. This will definitely wear out the parts.
Besides, there was nothing in the whole basement. Bruce stood in the basement and looked around, pursing his lips and looking very dissatisfied. Soon the door of the basement opened, Alfred brought hot tea, and Bruce turned around. Turning to him, "Where's the Batmobile? I'm going out."
"In the backyard."
Before Alfred finished speaking, Bruce rushed up the stairs and went straight to the backyard, and then he understood what the pile of Batmobile parts in the basement were for.
The Batmobile parked in the backyard has only two tires, the left front wheel and the right rear wheel are missing, and the front hood has disappeared. wrench and screwdriver.
Bruce walked over and found more scars. The front bumper was hit by something, it was completely crooked, and a large piece was missing from the rear of the car. Even judging by the traffic conditions in Gotham, this car is not Looks like he can open the door.
Bruce stretched out his hand to pull the car door, there was a "Zi La", a strong electric current burst out, and a shout came from behind the tree: "Hey, Bruce, what are you doing? You forgot the motor safety system you installed on the car door ?"
Jason ran out from behind the tree, and Harry followed him. The two of them were about to pass Bruce, but Bruce grabbed Jason by the shoulder, looked at him and asked, "Where are the other cars?"
"What other car?" Jason asked in a daze.
"Is this the only car in Wayne Manor? I mean, I have too many cars. I may have forgotten where to park them."
"Too many cars?" Jason blinked, looked up at Bruce and said, "Did you forget that you sold all your luxury cars? It's a pity for the businessmen who came to buy them that day. After all, some cars are the only ones in the world." One, but you sold them all anyway."
"Look, I said this rich guy is going to regret it." Harry looked at Jason and said, "He should have kept that pink 'glass slipper', it's so cool, I haven't had time to ride it around What about Feng, he actually sold it!"
"So I don't have a car to drive now?" There was a hint of anger in Bruce's tone, but Jason shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "You can take a taxi, or let the truck driver pick you up , anyway, if you go out so late, you must be going to the East District."
Bruce frowned and said, "Why am I going to the East Side? I'm going to the Bat Cave in the suburbs. I have experiments to do."
Harry raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, "But you can't enter the Batcave now, isn't there a child lock after nine o'clock? Or is it called...thesis lock?"
Jason laughed out loud, and Harry stared at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"I remembered that someone hasn't finished their grammar homework. Do you want me to read the composition you wrote last week that the grammar teacher called Gotham's literary gem?"
"Jason! We agreed not to talk about it!" Harry screamed.
The two ran away fighting again, Bruce stood in the yard feeling a little dazed, suddenly a gust of wind passed over his head, and Dick, who was wearing a blue and black uniform, landed lightly in front of him.
"I finished my homework, should I go for a walk?"
"I need a car now!" Bruce tried to suppress the anger between his brows, and he emphasized to Dick: "I need a car to go where I want to go, I don't have time to play house with anyone right now !"
"It's true that there are no cars in Wayne Manor now." Dick shrugged and said, "Okay, I'll call a taxi, so are you going to the East End tonight?"
"What's in the East End?" Bruce asked in surprise.
"It's nothing, it's just that the truck driver and the big crocodile often invite you out to have barbecue and play cards at night. If you still go tonight, the old rules, ten skewers of beef tendon, more chili peppers, and a lamb short rib, with blue pepper on the package. The one with the sea waves, his ribs have no fat, I don't want to gain weight."
After finishing speaking, Dick walked past him and went into the hall to dial the number. After a while, a taxi stopped at the gate of Wayne Manor. Bruce got into the car. As soon as he closed the door, the driver was enthusiastic. asked, "Where are you going, sir?"
Bruce gave him an address, and then kept silent. The driver was very enthusiastic and kept telling him all kinds of news in Gotham, but Bruce was not in the mood to listen at all. After arriving at the place, he gave some tips and got out of the car .
After finding the real door of the Batcave, Bruce's own voice came from inside the door: "Password".
"Go and write your thesis!"
"Not available for this time slot."
"...Then what time period is available?"
"password."
"Go and write your thesis!"
"Not available for this time slot."
"Then what time period... What time period does he not write papers?!"
(End of this chapter)