Chapter 1432 Is This the Life of Batman? (Part 1)

Diana hurriedly left with Clark, seemingly not wanting to participate in this family ethics drama at all.

"I went to see 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: "I mean, how did you get yourself expelled before? Bruce, even if Martha and I have lacked education for you for so many years, 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 and kidnapping, would be expelled by their university professors. What did you do?!"

Bruce opened his mouth, but 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 behavior. Go and settle your professor yourself. It will take at most one week to make this matter as if it never happened, otherwise I will definitely make you look good!"

"The university education resume is also..." Bruce raised his voice and wanted to refute, but he was interrupted by Thomas halfway through. Thomas stepped forward and showed an oppressive attitude.

"Bruce!"

"I don't want to talk about this!"

"Then let's talk about your Lamborghini tractor! What kind of land do you need to plant in person with a Lamborghini tractor?!"

"I..."

Bruce instinctively wanted to explain, but he suddenly lowered his head and repeated in a confused tone: "Lamborghini...tractor???"

"I won't say more." Thomas reached out and patted the back of the sofa, saying angrily: "Dick's class teacher told me that you transferred him to six schools within a year, and you didn't visit his dormitory even once. There were three parent-teacher meetings in a year, and you missed one."

"Jason's school football coach came to you twice, but you completely forgot about Jason's athletic talent that he mentioned to you, and even missed giving him The opportunity to sign up for the youth football club this quarter."

"You didn't attend the parent-child surfing event held by Tim's father last weekend. He still doesn't know more than ten peers. You have completely forgotten that he said he would add a series of detective books to the library of Wayne Manor, and it was Constantine who bought them for him."

"And Aisha, I accompanied her to kindergarten last week and found out that you had never met her sensory training teacher! She actually called Selina who was still in Los Angeles and found out that Aisha would go to elementary school next year."

"Bruce Wayne!" Thomas called Bruce's full name again, looked into his eyes and said, "Were Martha and I so careless when raising you? None of these children have participated in more than three clubs, have never learned etiquette, and don't know how to be a good person. Socializing, hanging out in Wayne Manor every day!"

"They should have gone to the astronomy club to watch the stars with kids of the same age, played football on weekends, held reading clubs, taken care of ponies at the horse farm, or even played video games together?"

"Dick has been living a two-point line for several years, going to school and going home to do homework. He is already in middle school and has never even been to summer camp!"

"No child in the Wayne family should be abused like this! I don't know how to describe your incompetence!"

Bruce opened his mouth again, clenched his fists, raised his voice and said, "But I can't revolve around these things every day. I have more important things to do! I will make this city a better place!"

Thomas folded his arms and sneered, saying, "It sounds like these years. Since you don't spend time on these things, other things will be done well! Then how did you get expelled by your professor? "

"I'm an adult, I don't need you to teach me what I should do and what I shouldn't do!" Bruce also tightly pinched the back of the sofa and said, "Don't bother me!"

Thomas's 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 earn!"

"I will freeze all your bank cards, Alfred, pack your luggage for our Master Wayne!"

After speaking, he patted the back of the sofa hard, looked at Bruce coldly, and turned to go upstairs. Bruce froze in place, as if he couldn't believe that he was over 20 years old and was still restricted by his family.

Alfred walked up 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 losses, Mr. Wayne has been working overtime for three consecutive days. The fatigue from work may make people irritable."

"And he is right about one thing. Miss Aisha will go to elementary school next year. Have you helped her find a school?"

"I don't want to care about these things!" Bruce waved his hand irritably, avoiding Alfred's move to put on his coat, walked towards the basement door, and said, "I'm going to the basement to do experiments now, and no one should disturb me."

After that, he rushed into the basement and shut the door tightly. Tim narrowed his eyes at his back and turned to walk towards the garden.

Bruce came to the basement and was stunned by the scattered equipment in the empty basement. He strode to the nearest filing cabinet and began to look for the information inside.

There was a pile of white paper in the first drawer, and there were finally some written materials in the second one, but most of them were warranty instructions for lathe parts. The third one was some common tools, and the fourth one had handwritten notes. Bruce took it out and saw that it was a scrap of a psychology paper.

He looked through the things on the shelf again. In addition to the small parts that were already covered with dust, there were heavy spare Batmobile tires, Batmobile hoods, large and small rain boots and wading suits, and a pile of plastic bags.

In the corner of the basement, there were some munitions covered with camouflage cloth, but most of them were common firearms on the market, and even the bullets were not fully prepared. In another corner, there was a brightly painted part of a children's slide with two rows of teeth marks on it.

Bruce walked to the machine and turned it on. He found that it was just the most basic equipment for operating the machine tool. There was nothing unusual after the machine tool was turned on, but from the sound of the gears rubbing, it could be heard that the machine had not been turned on for a long time and lacked lubricating oil. If it continued like this, the parts would definitely be worn out.

Apart from that, there was nothing in the entire 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 to him and said, "Where is the Batmobile? I'm going out for a while."

"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 used for.

The Batmobile parked in the backyard had only two tires, the left front wheel and the right rear wheel were missing, and the front hood had also disappeared. The complex car machine structure under the hood was exposed to the rain, and there were wrenches and screwdrivers thrown next to it.

Bruce walked over and found more scars. The front bumper was hit by something and was completely crooked. There was a large piece missing from the rear of the car. Even with the traffic conditions in Gotham, this car didn't look like it could be driven out.

Bruce reached out to pull the car door. With a "sizzle", a strong electric current burst out. A shout came from behind the tree: "Hey, Bruce, what are you doing? Did you forget the motor safety system you installed on the car door?"

Jason ran out from behind the tree, and Harley followed him. Just as the two of them were about to pass by Bruce, Bruce grabbed Jason's shoulder, looked at him and asked: "Where are the other cars?"

"What other cars?" Jason asked in a daze.

"Is this the only car in Wayne Manor? I mean, I have too many cars, and I may have forgotten where I parked them."

"Too many cars?" Jason blinked, looked up at Bruce and said, "Did you forget that you sold all your luxury cars? The merchants who came to buy them that day felt sorry for it, after all, some cars only have one in the world, but you still sold all of them."

"You see, I said this rich guy would regret it." Harley looked at Jason and said, "He should have kept the pink 'crystal slipper', it's so cool, I didn't have time to take it for a ride, and he actually sold it!"

"So I don't have a car to drive now?" Bruce's tone contained a hint of anger, but Jason shrugged indifferently. Said: "You can take a taxi, or ask the truck driver to pick you up. Anyway, you are going out so late, you must be going to the East District."

Bruce frowned and said: "Why am I going to the East District? I want to go to the Bat Cave in the suburbs. I have an experiment to do."

Harley raised her hand and glanced at the watch on her wrist and said: "But you can't enter the Bat Cave now. Isn't there a child lock after nine o'clock? Or... thesis lock?"

Jason laughed, and Harley stared at him and asked: "What are you laughing at?"

"I remembered that someone hasn't finished his liberal arts homework. Do you want me to read the essay you wrote last week that the grammar teacher called a treasure of Gotham literature?"

"Jason! We agreed not to mention this!" Harley screamed.

The two ran away again, fighting and making noises. Bruce stood in the yard feeling a little confused. Suddenly, a gust of wind passed over his head, and Dick, wearing a blue and black uniform, landed lightly in front of him.

"I've finished my homework, do you want to go for a drive?"

"I need a car now!" Bruce tried to suppress the anger between his eyebrows, and emphasized to Dick: "I need a car to go wherever I want to go. I don't have time to play house with anyone now!"

"There is indeed no car in Wayne Manor now." Dick shrugged and said: "Okay, I'll call a taxi, so are you going to the East District tonight?"

"What's in the East District?" Bruce asked in surprise.

"Nothing, it's just that the truck driver and the big crocodile often ask you out for barbecue and card games at night. If you go again tonight, the old rules apply. Ten skewers of beef tendon with extra chili and a lamb chops. I want the one with blue waves on the packaging. Their ribs don't have fat, and I don't want to gain weight."

After saying that, Dick walked past him and went into the hall to dial a number. After a while, a taxi stopped at the door of Wayne Manor. Bruce got in the car. As soon as he closed the door, the driver asked enthusiastically: "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 in no mood to listen. After arriving at the place, he gave some tips and got off the car.

After finding the real door of the Batcave, Bruce's own voice came from inside the door: "Password".

"Hurry up and write your paper!"

"Not available during this time period."

"... Then when is it available?"

"Password."

"Hurry up and write your paper!"

"Not available during this time period."

"What time period... When is he not writing his paper?!"