It was still raining lightly outside the window, and a cool morning mist floated over the Gotham River. The dark green leaves in the bushes beside the walking path were like the scarves of gentlemen, retaining the raindrops that had lingered with them all night.
When Alfred opened the door, everyone in the living room took a breath instinctively, but what came from outside the door was not cold, but slightly moist and fresh. When the moist air brushed against the temples, everyone was stunned. The spirit perked up.
This manor that has been standing here for decades has never been as lively as it is today. In front of the long dining table covered with azure striped tablecloth and silk table runner, Thomas Wayne sat at the head seat and Bruce sat on the right. In the first position, Damian sat opposite him.
The rest of the people sat opposite each other, and their movements were surprisingly consistent. The two Dicks straightened their bodies, put their hands on their legs and stared at the plates in front of them, but their heads were lowered, looking a little sleepy.
The two Jasons supported their heads with one hand and played with the tableware in front of them with the other. They looked left and right from time to time, looking at the people on the left and right, and then at the dishes on the plates.
Both Tims were holding newspapers and frowning, trying to find some information that might be useful in the morning news.
Barbara sat at the back, holding a blank piece of paper in her hand, writing and drawing on it with a pen, as if she was drawing a concert poster.
Alfred stood behind Thomas and placed the goblet in front of him. Thomas picked up the table spoon in his hand and lightly tapped the edge of the goblet. He put down the table spoon and raised the glass and said, "Mr. Ladies, let's start dining.
In silence, everyone picked up their utensils and started eating. Alfred was always making breakfast at Wayne Manor. The dishes were simple but delicious. The staple food was oatmeal with honey and white bread, and black meat. Peppered duck breast and pan-fried cod steak, Caesar salad with vegetables, and small waffles topped with maple syrup for dessert.
No matter which world Robin is in, he is very familiar with these dishes. The familiar taste of food always makes people feel stable. What is very rare is that no one expressed any opinions during this meal and everyone was quiet. Enjoy the food.
Alfred was very satisfied with this, and he was even so happy that the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes expanded. Wayne Manor has not been this lively in decades, or it is more lively than it was a few decades ago, because there are so many people here. Children, they are so young, green and full of energy.
During the meal, Thomas found that Bruce ate very slowly and didn't eat much. He just barely finished the bowl of oatmeal in front of him and ate a little salad. The bread and meat were not touched at all.
Although Thomas was still angry with Bruce, any father in the world would be worried about his child not eating. Thomas wiped his mouth with a napkin and asked calmly: "What's wrong? No appetite?" "
Bruce lowered his head and shook his head and said, "I'm adjusting something in my brain and can't be distracted."
"Did you take too much medicine?" Thomas looked at Bruce's slightly dilated pupils and said, "Even if you need to take enough medicine because of mental illness, it is best not to take too many tranquillizers, otherwise you will be like those drug addicts. Seeing hallucinations.”
"I'm fine." Bruce shook his head and said.
The dining table became quiet, and everyone was listening to them. Red Robin frowned when he heard the word "mental illness". He carefully observed the expression of the person opposite him, and then found that there was no such thing as "mental illness". My younger self saw any unexpected look on my body.
Is this universe's Batman mentally ill?
When this idea appeared in Red Robin's mind, he felt a little ridiculous, but not because of this fact, but because of his own thoughts. He laughed at himself and thought, which universe's Batman does not have mental illness?
What should surprise him is that the Batman in this universe is actually willing to go to the doctor, and he actually listens to the doctor's instructions and takes enough medicine...or is it a little excessive?
Red Hood is also aware of this. He is more familiar with Bruce's expression because he often sees such addicts on the street. Drugs can significantly reduce people's appetite, and hallucinations can also distract people, which can make people lose their focus. They can't even eat or sleep normally, and it seems like Batman is stuck in this state.
Dick, who was sitting next to Bruce, turned his head and looked up at Bruce, his eyes full of worry. Bruce tilted his head slightly, then shook his head at him, indicating that he was fine.
But in fact, he has something to do, and it's not a big deal.
Previously, he planned to rewrite his own underlying program. The difficulty was similar to that of an intelligent robot trying to rewrite its own underlying protocol, and it was also similar to a normal human being stepping on his left foot and right foot to reach the sky.
In the past few days, Bruce used the most direct method to clean up the shit mountain code, but because the shit mountain was really high, when he went back to sleep last night, he had an idea and thought that he could write a new program to automatically delete those files that were not useful. Required code.
If his status is normal, then this kind of program is easy to write and only requires simple screening and deletion commands.
But the problem is that only one-third of his brain can work now, and there is still a lot of self-proliferating pollution that cannot be traced out. In this case, Bruce's new program has three running bugs.
After a night of hard work, he found that there were only three lines of code left without bugs.
To put it simply, if before he just had hallucinations like eating poisonous mushrooms and seeing villains, then now his olfactory and taste processing systems have completely shut down, and in addition to visual hallucinations, there are also olfactory hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. Heavy buff.
Thomas glanced at him, but didn't say anything. He just tapped the wall of the cup with his fork again, and then said: I think we haven't officially welcomed a few new guests, but since we are fellow travelers from another world, , then there must be no need for redundant courtesy.”
"Since your guardians sent you to this universe, all aspects of your life here need to be discussed in detail. After breakfast, I took half an hour to hold a family meeting. No one should have any objections, right?"
Several children nodded. They have adapted to this situation very well. Thomas holds family meetings almost every week. The content of the meetings is also very simple. Basically, they ask about their physical condition, study status, and confirm next week.
arrangements and so on.
Seeing that several peers who were younger than him did not express any opinions, several older Robins were too embarrassed to speak. After all, they were here as guests, and they still understood that guests should do as they please.
Alfred was clearing the tableware at the dining table by the window, and a group of people were sitting around the coffee table in the reception area. Thomas took the lead in clearing his throat, looked at Dick who was dozing with a pillow and said, "If you don't get enough sleep,
Then cancel your ballet class in the evening and finish your French homework."
"No, I'm going to dance ballet." Dick yawned and said, "I need to exercise. If the amount of exercise is not up to standard, I won't be able to sleep. Otherwise, I can go flying in circles over Gotham."
"Then you'd better go to ballet." Thomas said angrily: "Then change the French class to once a week and move it to the weekend, and then you can do French homework all day on Sunday."
"That's it." Dick yawned again, then stood up holding the pillow and said, "I'm going back to catch up on my sleep."
"Wait a minute." Thomas stopped him and turned to look at Nightwing. Nightwing suddenly had a bad premonition, and then he heard Thomas say: "Tomorrow you will bring yourself from another universe with you.
Go to Teacher Sylvia’s place for a trial lesson.”
"Wait a minute, I don't..." Before Yeyi could finish his words, he caught sight of Thomas's malicious eyes. His words of rejection were blocked directly. He spread his hands helplessly and said, "I
How can I learn ballet when I’m already over 20 years old? And what’s the use of learning ballet?”
"Then what's the point of learning fighting and rope skills?" "I mean..."
"There is no need to discuss it. If you don't go to class, I will report you to the Gotham City Police Department for driving around in the middle of the night and disturbing the public."
Ye Yi sighed deeply and said, "How can I learn dance at my age? Besides, it's still such a difficult classical ballet?"
"Didn't you learn acrobatics? Your soft basics should be much better than others, right?" Dick was no longer sleepy now. He helped beside him: "It's too late for me to learn ballet at my age, but the first class I went to
I was praised by all the teachers because my flexibility foundation is so good that I don’t need to practice anymore.”
"But after all, I have..."
"Teacher Sylvia said that many people cannot have both softness and strength. Although children have good flexibility, they often lack strength due to insufficient muscle mass. If adults have a foundation in softness, then they
The performance of the sense of strength will be much better than that of children."
Thomas immediately nodded with satisfaction. Nightwing helplessly covered his eyes with his hands and said, "Okay, but I hope to have a private teacher. I don't want to dance with those kids."
"The classes on Tuesday and Thursday are tutoring." Thomas nodded and said, "You don't have to go to the training class on Friday, but just because you are so old, you should put Latin learning on the agenda..."
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Nightwing had one head and two heads. Red Hood and Red Robin leaned against each other in exactly the same posture, hugging pillows and giggling happily. But when Thomas' eyes turned to them, they immediately stopped laughing.
"Although Bruce has arranged courses for you, I think some basic courses cannot be left behind, especially language skills that may come in handy at any time. Each of you choose three languages that you do not know, Alf
Reid will help you contact a suitable tutor. There will be no less than five classes a week, and I will come back every Friday night to check your homework."
Red Robin and Red Hood both wailed, but at this moment Damian raised his hand and said, "What about me? What about me?"
Thomas looked at the youngest Damian up and down, then glanced at Bruce, and said with some embarrassment: "Although I think education should start from an early age, Bruce thinks that younger children should pay more attention to developing their intelligence, otherwise...
····You and Elsa go to sensory integration class together?"
"Oh my God!" Damian said in shock: "I am proficient in listening, speaking, reading and writing in sixteen languages. I can understand Latin, Oracle, and seal script. I have self-taught university courses in nine disciplines including medicine, engineering, and business. I can
He is proficient in playing twenty-eight kinds of musical instruments, can dance more than thirty kinds of folk dances, can ski, dive, and stunt motorcycles, has climbed the Himalayas and set diving records, can farm, raise fish, and survive in the wild, and has read through all modern and contemporary books.
Philosophy, you told me to go to preschool??!!"
Thomas's eyes almost popped out.
"As expected of the Wayne family." Red Hood curled his lips and said.
Thomas stood up suddenly, stared at Damian with green eyes and said, "Are you Bruce Wayne's biological child??!!!"
"Yes, my mother is..."
"It doesn't matter who your mother is! A youthful and frivolous joy, a heartbroken mother... I understand both!
"Ah Fu! Ah Fu! You have work to do again. Find out his life experience! I will take him to see the shareholders right away!"
