"Okay, I probably understand." Batman sighed, then lowered his hands in frustration and said, "I thought I could make people think I was a popular person based entirely on my own nature."
"You are indeed, but since you live in this society, what society gives you will always disturb people's judgment of your nature, and the social skills you use are just a way to fight against this disturbance, but can actually help
Show your true self," Schiller advised.
"Do I really have a chance to redeem myself? They won't even take me to the party." Batman choked. Although he didn't know why he got drunk after drinking grape juice, he did look a little tipsy.
"Don't worry, they will come to you soon."
"Really? Are they going to 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, and he said repeatedly: "Really? Am I so important?"
At this time, Schiller had already stood up, walked upstairs and said, "Yes, you are the core figure, and you must be in the Justice League."
Before walking into the bedroom and closing the door, Schiller added in his mind, "The main thing is that they will soon encounter a big trouble that they can't help but find you."
In Barbara's office, Superman was pacing with his arms folded. He said: "I have never seen such a dark person. Not even the sun can shine through his heart. I think he will be our most important person for some time in the future."
's main enemy."
"He's Batman..."
"No, he's not." Superman shook his head and said, "Batman is not like that. Although Batman looks dark on the surface, he is actually a sensitive and fragile person. But what we saw that day was simply a dark tower.
The wall, just looking at it, makes people feel hopeless.”
"Then let me put it another way, he looks a lot like Batman."
"Diana and I speculated that Batman might have lost his genes, causing an evil organization to create an evil clone that amplified his dark side..."
"Gordon and I think the same way." Barbara said: "The problem is that he has the ability of Batman, but he is much more evil and terrifying than Batman."
"No, I have to go see the real Batman." Superman said, "I have to explain to him that the party is actually..."
Just as he said this, Superman's communicator rang, and he had to turn on his 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 and arrived at the largest orphanage in Gotham. He received a warm welcome as soon as he got out of the car. Batman reluctantly cheered up and said: "Yes, the great dark hero is here to see you again. This is today's edition."
Cookies…”
Batman carried the box down, and the children quickly joined in. They passed the cookies back in an orderly manner. The boy with glasses standing at the front said: "Is this Alfred's craftsmanship?
?I’m not saying that the one bought in the store is not good, but I still prefer his..."
"Don't worry." Batman smiled and patted his head and said, "I know you guys are greedy, Alfred has already prepared it."
The children cheered and ran back with the cookies, while the boy who asked the question stood there shyly. Batman turned to look at him, and then said hesitantly: "I'm sorry, I can't stay with you longer today.
I still have some things to do of my own, but next time I will definitely..."
"Oh, that's not it. Well, I..." The boy took out a piece of paper from his back with some embarrassment, and then said: "I am old enough and will leave the orphanage soon. You have always been my
Idol, I want you to sign my diploma..."
"Oh, that's it." 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 put the phone between his ear and shoulder. Superman's anxious voice came from the other side.
"No, Batman, the criminals in the Phantom Prison are rioting, and many criminals have escaped. They know that I am in Gotham, and they are coming here now..."
Batman's eyes widened. He knew that this matter was no small matter. The phantom prison contained evil criminals who had attacked the metropolis. Unlike these madmen in Gotham, the criminals in the phantom prison were very powerful and had overwhelming power.
If all these powers are released at once, it will definitely bring about a terrible disaster.
Batman hurriedly signed his name on the piece of paper, stuffed the paper and pen into the boy's arms as quickly as possible, and then said: "Sorry, something happened again, the best vigilante must
It’s time to act!”
After saying that, he waved his cape, boarded the Batmobile, stepped on the accelerator, and the dark car disappeared into the night.
Not only was the boy not disappointed, he even spun around in circles excitedly. He unfolded the crumpled paper, and the title of the paper clearly read "Orphan Adoption Agreement."
Tim returned to Wayne Manor and sighed. This job was really difficult. It took him a lot of effort to break the lock of the phantom prison, and he had to avoid Superman when he came back. Fortunately, he got it done in the end.
Finally I can have a cup of coffee and take a break.
Alfred smiled at him and brought a cup of steaming coffee and a soft and sweet croissant. Tim rubbed his hands and prepared to enjoy his late-night meal.
Most of the lights in the manor were turned off, with only two small lights left in the dining room. The light was a bit dim, but it made people feel sleepy and comfortable.
There was a whooshing sound, and a black shadow passed by the window. Tim, who was about to bite off the croissant, turned his eyes to the side and found that there was no movement. He then returned his attention to the food.
Squeak...
The door of the manor was opened a crack, Tim slowly narrowed his eyes and touched the dart at his waist.
With a snap, Tim turned his head suddenly, only to find that the coffee cup on the table was missing. When he turned his head back again, the croissant in his hand was also missing.
Tim's eyes widened, he banged the table and shouted: "Who?!"
Seeing that there was only a little water stain left where the coffee cup had been, and that his perfect late-night snack had disappeared, Tim came to the surveillance room of the Batcave in anger.
From here, he could see every room in Wayne Manor. Soon, he saw a sneaky figure in the utility room next to the kitchen, squatting in the corner and stuffing bread into his mouth, holding a piece of bread in his hand.
It's that cup of coffee.
"Hey, who are you? How did you get in?" Tim used the camera to shout to him, but the other person seemed to be startled, bulging his cheeks and looking left and right in confusion.
He swallowed the contents of his mouth very hard, poured coffee into his mouth, wiped his mouth, cleared his throat and said: "I am the adopted son of Batman..."
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 a minute, what's the name in the adoptee column? Richard Grayson?
Turns out this guy is Dick???
Tim thought for a while and felt that in this universe, it was almost time for Dick to be adopted. However, there was no adoption agreement for Dick in their universe. Otherwise, the guy's surname would not be Grayson now, but should be changed to Grayson.
It's better to be Wayne.
He ran out of the monitoring room, went to the kitchen, and pulled Dick out. Dick was in a hurry to eat, and now he coughed violently, so Tim had to go to the kitchen and pour him a glass of water.
"Are you okay? Where's Batman?"
"I still want to ask you." Dick wiped his mouth and said, "He disappeared after signing my adoption agreement."
"So you came here, and you know Batman is actually Wayne?"
"Is he? I just found this address on the courier note he sent to the orphanage before."
Tim slapped his forehead, but suddenly Dick screamed and said: "You mean 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 know what happened." Tim always felt that Dick's adoption was not that simple.
"Well, by the way." Dick looked at Tim and said, "Are you his adopted son too? Don't you have a uniform or something?"
"Yes, yes, but I'm not wearing them." 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 been worn by the previous two people.
time."
Regarding the uniform, Tim remembered a lot of things. His biological father was still alive, so he had two fathers, so he always emphasized to Batman that he was the one he loved the most.
Since Nightwing and Red Hood are both still alive, Batman has three Robins. Batman always emphasizes to him that he is the one he loves most, and for this reason, he adjusted the uniform of the third generation Robin to make
It looked different from the previous two, and assured him that no one had ever worn this uniform.
Of course Tim believed him. Although he also knew that Batman kept the costumes of the first two Robins well, he still wore the new clothes and showed off in front of the other two people for more than half a month, and successfully got beaten twice.
beat.
As if he had been stuck in memories for too long, Dick broke away from Tim's hand and began to sweep around the kitchen again. Just as Tim was about to stop him, he saw a flash of light in the sky outside the window.
The two of them froze together in front of the kitchen window, and outside the window, the heavy dark clouds dispersed in the sky, revealing not the light of dawn, but the deeper and darker purple night.
Countless huge figures appeared on the skyline, splaying their teeth and claws, crying and howling, and the entire city was filled with an apocalyptic atmosphere.
Tim took a few steps back, touched the equipment on his waist, stared out the window, and muttered to himself: "Oops, we have to find a way to help Batman."
Dick also became a little nervous. He started to circle in circles and kept mumbling, "It's over, it's over, I haven't received assistant training yet, I haven't even worn a uniform! How should I..."
Tim was so dazed by him that he pulled him over and said, "If Batman has wanted to find an assistant for a long time, then he must have prepared equipment. I will take you to the Batcave to find it."
"Do I really want to go? Can I really deal with these guys?" Dick was pulled by Tim towards the Batcave, and he muttered questions about the way.
When he arrived at the equipment warehouse under the Batcave, Tim first took out his ears and sighed in his mind: "Fortunately, the Dick in my universe is not as chatty as you. Let's go in."
