The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2427 The Weird Bat Family (7)

Chapter 2427: The Weird Bat Family (Part )

Young Bruce opened his mouth but said nothing. Before coming here, his focus had always been on competing with the insurance investigator. When he met Martha and Thomas before, Martha and Thomas also focused on Bruce and the Batman of the main universe and had nothing to do with him.

Batman's weakness in skirmishes is also reflected in the fact that he is not very good at making up nonsense on the spot. It's not that his brain is slow, but that the pre-opening sway is long, and when he makes up nonsense on the spot he always suspects that there are loopholes, and he has to go over it in his mind hundreds of times, which leads to a longer window period.

As we all know, only when you answer fluently and without thinking will people think it is true. But if after asking a question, the other party ponders for a while and then remains silent for a while, it seems that he is making it up.

After little Bruce was silent for 20 seconds, Martha frowned slightly.

"Maybe I'll go to Gotham University." Little Bruce didn't say it too firmly, because he felt that Thomas and Martha might have other arrangements, but no matter what, he would not go to this university seriously, because the insurance investigator named Jerome is also a college student, it would be so embarrassing if he met him at school.

"How are your grades?" Thomas asked. "Which high school do you go to?"

"Not yet." Little Bruce recalled, "If nothing unexpected happens, I will go straight to the second semester of the first year of high school after I return."

"That means you skipped half a year of classes."

Little Bruce nodded. He wanted to say that he had skipped more than just half a year of classes. He had not studied well throughout junior high school. He spent most of his time investigating his mother's affairs and a small part of his time hiding from people and interfering with Jerome's actions.

Although there is really nothing to learn for Batman in junior high and high school courses, he obviously cannot say that to his parents, especially when they really want him to study.

"We don't expect you to learn anything really useful in school," Thomas said. "But you have to participate in campus and do activities suitable for your age with your peers, instead of facing problems that are far beyond your age every day. This is unreasonable."

"But I'm capable of dealing with it," Bruce said, shaking his head. "And I think activities for my age are boring."

"Yes, you are able to handle a problem that is one level more difficult, and then you find a problem that is two levels more difficult. At this time, your ability is temporarily insufficient, so you start to think of various ways to improve your ability. After successfully solving this problem with a difficulty of level two, you soon find that a problem with a difficulty of level three is in front of you..."

“In the end, when everyone else is still playing level 1, you have already reached level 100. You are the same age as them, but you are no longer from the same world. By the time they get through level 100, you are no longer a human being.”

There was helplessness in Thomas' tone, and his eyes occasionally glanced towards the door. Although there was nothing there, the Batmans all knew who he was looking at.

"For you, the greater your ability, the greater your responsibility. The greater your responsibility, the greater your ability. The greater your ability, the greater your responsibility. Until finally you become omnipotent."

Thomas nodded and said, "Except for the loss of human emotions, everything is pretty good, right?"

"But I'm facing a lot of problems now." Little Bruce could understand what they said, but he still insisted: "I have to solve them, otherwise everything will get worse."

"Yes, it was like that in the past." Martha took him in her arms, touched his shoulder and said, "It was the same with the Robins. They took on these responsibilities only because no one else could, and if they didn't go, everything would be worse."

"But now it's different, we have something to rely on, something to depend on, you can go to work but you can also be free because someone will take over your job and make sure everything is running smoothly."

"This is how human beings develop," Thomas continued. "We push this car forward, and when we get tired, we take over from others, our relatives, friends, and anyone who is willing to support us."

Little Bruce remained silent. He could understand what Thomas said intellectually, but Batman's common problem was that he always wanted to push the car farther and farther, preferably to the end by himself, because he was always worried that if he let go, anyone who took over from him would not only make the car go backwards, but would also be run over by the car.

"It's not normal to worry too much," Martha said while holding little Bruce. "Others may have noticed it, but some don't know how to manage it, some don't have the ability to manage it, and maybe in the end they don't need to manage it."

"But your mother and I can't do that. We are not only your biological parents, but also your legal guardians. If a parent knows that his son has a mental disorder but does nothing about it, or doesn't take strong measures to get him treated and help him recover, it is not only irresponsible to him, but also to society."

Thomas looked around at Robin and said, "Batman's mentality is not only harmful to himself, but if this mental illness that significantly affects others is not curbed, there will be no need for mental hospitals in the world to exist."

Except for Bruce Jr., the other Batmen were speechless. With their IQ, they could certainly feel that their mental state was different from that of most people in this world. Although they were reluctant to admit that this had reached the level of a disease, the results showed that every one of these Batmen had a significant impact on their world.

"So, at least during the time you stay here, you have to stop your terrible evolution." Thomas said: "There is no one here for you to save the safety of the universe, and there will naturally be someone to help you deal with the terrible situation of your original universe."

"So what is this? A vacation?" Batwoman said. "I thought we were just staying at the manor for a few days and then going back to our own homes."

"Of course not." Martha said somewhat dissatisfiedly: "Your universe is far away from here. It is very difficult to come here. How can you stay for a few days and then leave?"

"Besides, we still have to go on a picnic." Red Robin suggested, "It's not fun to have so few people. Why don't we go and see who can catch the most fish?"

"Oh my god." Red Hood said, obviously a little upset. "Can you please stop talking about fishing? Do I have to repeat that you and Thomas fished for 10 hours until midnight and didn't catch a single fish? And you had to go again the next day."

The corners of Nightwing's mouth twitched, and it was obvious that they had some bad memories about fishing.

"That's because Thomas got the bait formula wrong before. Arthur clearly said that flaxseed must be added, but he insisted on using olive oil instead."

"But the next day you only caught two!"

"That's because we didn't choose a good place at the time." Thomas defended: "Tim was dawdling that day and we arrived half an hour late, resulting in all the good fishing spots being taken."

Red Hood sighed deeply and said, "You just taught Batman a lesson a few days ago for staying up too late while doing experiments. The next day you met in the living room at 3am. Batman was asleep, but you were still in the kitchen making bait."

"Okay." Martha stopped them from sabotaging each other and said, "If we want to go on an outing to Blüdhaven, we must go sea fishing, or maybe we can take a boat to Port Cien, but you must promise me to go to bed early and get up early..."

Alfred quickly brought the sliced ​​bread, brushed it with a little garlic olive oil, and put it on the stove to heat until the crust was crispy. They began to use their knives to spread butter on the bread, then cut the fried eggs and picked up the vegetables with their forks and put them into their mouths.

Then came the sausage-sharing session of the very traditional family English breakfast. The sausages that Alfred had made earlier were brought up, and Martha cut them separately. There were four different types of sausages on each plate, namely Thuringia black pepper sausage, frankfurter sausage, spicy lamb sausage and Lincolnshire sausage.

After distributing the sausages, Thomas handed everyone's plates to them. Martha cut the sausages on her plate and said, "I don't know if any of you don't like spicy food. If you are not used to it, give the sausages to the person next to you."

"Oh, by the way." Martha turned to look at the Batmobile parked nearby and said, "Alfred, do you think we need to get some gasoline or diesel? What flavor do you prefer?"

"Regular gasoline is fine. I'd like it even better if it had some crude oil, Mom. I can eat spicy food."

Alfred immediately went to find gasoline for the Batmobile, while Martha was still talking about the future arrangements, "We won't go out camping right away. The weather is not suitable now, and there is always heavy fog at sea, so it is not suitable to go out fishing."

"So those who are still in school need to go back and take classes for a week, little Bruce. Dick from other universes is also preparing for high school. I think we can hire the tutor he hired before for you first, and then we will invite him and your future high school teacher to have dinner this Saturday. You have to make some preparations."

Martha looked at Batwoman again and said, "I'm sorry, but there's already a Batman who works until 3 a.m. every day, so I'm afraid you won't have much time to use the facilities in the Batcave, and I don't think you'd like to hang out in the manor."

"Gotham has a lot of work to do, but it's not like we really need Batman's help. I think we should call Diana and ask her to find you a job at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It's a leisurely and comfortable place, and you can occasionally paint and study opera."

Batwoman opened her mouth to say that she had no interest in any of this, but then she remembered that Sylvester had said before that his dream was to become an opera singer, but because of his family background, he was never able to realize it.

Batwoman sighed inwardly and nodded. There was nothing wrong with enjoying the opera, but it was better not to let her sing.

"Then you." Martha looked at Flash Batman and said, "If, as you said, Barry's soul is still in your body, you have to find a way to separate him and create a new body for him."

"But as I said, there is already a Batman in the Batcave, and it may not be able to support two Batmen working efficiently there at the same time, so I think you should make some theoretical preparations. Thomas will make an appointment with a professor of mechanical engineering at Metropolitan University for you, and perhaps you can also use the laboratory there..."

Before Flash Batman could answer, Barry started screaming in his head. Flash Batman was about to tell Barry to shut up, but then he remembered that Martha and Thomas were still watching them, so he had to hold it back.

"And you." Martha looked at the mechanical Batman next to her and said, "I think you have your own understanding of this mechanical body, and since it can still be used for the time being, there is no need to touch it."

"However, it is still very hard to prepare for a vacation with so many people. Alfred is old, so you have to be considerate of your old butler and use your strong body to help him carry some things."

(End of this chapter)