Chapter 1474: Flying Birds and Return (XIX)

It was still drizzling outside the window, and the Gotham River was covered with cool morning mist. 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 instinctively took a breath, but the air outside was not cold, but slightly moist and fresh. When the moist air brushed the temples, everyone was refreshed.

This manor, which has stood here for decades, has never been as lively as it is today. In front of the long dining table covered with azure striped tablecloths and silk tablecloths, Thomas Wayne sat in the main seat, Bruce sat in the first seat on the right, and Damian sat opposite him.

All the rest sat opposite to the other self, and their movements were surprisingly consistent. The two Dicks stood up straight, put their hands on their legs and stared at the plates in front of them, but their heads were drooped, 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 hand, looking around from time to time, looking at the people around them, and then looking at the dishes on the plates.

Both Tims held newspapers with frowns, trying to find some useful information in the morning news.

Barbara sat at the back, holding a blank 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 spoon in his hand and tapped the edge of the goblet gently. He put down the spoon and raised the goblet and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's start eating."

In silence, everyone picked up the tableware and started eating. Alfred has always been the one who makes breakfast at Wayne Manor. The dishes are simple but delicious. The staple food is oatmeal porridge with honey and white bread. The meats include black pepper duck breast and fried cod fillet. The vegetables are Caesar salad and the dessert is a small waffle with maple syrup.

No matter which world Robin is from, he is very familiar with these dishes. The familiar taste of food always makes people feel at ease. It is rare that no one expressed any opinions during this meal. , all enjoying the food quietly.

Alfred was very satisfied with this, and he was even so happy that the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were opened. Wayne Manor had not been so lively for decades, or it was more lively than decades ago, because there were so many children here, they were so young, immature and full of energy.

During the meal, Thomas found that Bruce ate very slowly and did not 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 children 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 am 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 better not to take too many sedatives, otherwise you will see hallucinations like those drug addicts."

"I'm fine. "Bruce shook his head and said.

The table was quiet, everyone was listening to them. Red Robin frowned when he heard the word "mental illness". He carefully observed the expression of his own face, and then found that he did not see any unexpected expression on his younger self.

Does the Batman in this universe have a mental illness?

When this thought appeared in Red Robin's mind, he felt a little absurd, but not for this fact, but for his own idea. He thought self-deprecatingly, which universe's Batman does not have a mental illness?

What should surprise him is that the Batman in this universe is willing to see a doctor, and actually takes the full amount of medicine according to the doctor's advice... or a little too much?

Red Hood also realized this. He was more familiar with Bruce's expression because he often saw such addicts on the street. Drugs can significantly reduce people's appetite and hallucinations. It will also distract people, which will make them unable to eat and sleep normally. It seems that Batman is 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 to him, indicating that he was fine.

But in fact, he had something wrong, and it was not a small matter.

Before, he planned to rewrite his underlying program, which was about the same difficulty as an intelligent robot wanting to rewrite its underlying protocol, and it was also about the same difficulty as a human stepping on his left foot and going to the sky in a normal state.

In the past few days, Bruce used the most direct method to clean up the shit mountain code, but because this shit mountain was really high, he had an idea when he went back to sleep last night, and felt that he could write a new program to automatically delete those unnecessary codes.

If he was in a normal state, then this kind of program would be effortless to write, and only simple screening and deletion commands would be needed.

But the problem is that only about one-third of his brain can work now, and there are still a lot of self-proliferating pollution that cannot be found. In this case, Bruce's new program has three running bugs.

After a night of hard work, there are only three lines of code without bugs.

In short, if he just had hallucinations like seeing little people after eating poisonous mushrooms, then now his olfactory and taste processing systems have completely crashed, and in addition to the visual hallucinations, he has superimposed two buffs of olfactory and auditory hallucinations.

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 formally welcomed a few new guests, but since they are homologues from another world, there must be no need for extra courtesy. "

"Since your guardian sent you to this universe, all aspects of your life here need to be discussed in detail. After breakfast, I will take half an hour to hold a family meeting. No one should have any objections, right? "

The children nodded. They were already used to this situation. Thomas held a family meeting almost every week. The content of the meeting was very simple. Basically, he asked about their health and study, and confirmed the arrangements for the next week.

Seeing that several peers younger than themselves did not express any opinions, several older Robins were embarrassed to speak. After all, they were here as guests, and they still understood the principle of guests following the host's wishes.

Alfred was cleaning up the tableware at the dining table by the window. A group of people sat around the coffee table in the reception area. Thomas cleared his throat first and looked at Dick who was dozing off with a pillow in his arms and said, "If you don't get enough sleep, cancel the ballet class in the evening and finish your French homework."

"No, I'm going to dance ballet." Dick yawned and said, "I need exercise. If I don't exercise enough, I can't sleep. Otherwise, I can go to Gotham for a circle."

"Then you should go to dance ballet. "Thomas said unhappily, "Then change it to one French class a week to the weekend, and then you can have the whole day on Sunday to do French homework."

"That's it." Dick yawned again, then stood up with the pillow and said, "I'm going back to sleep."

"Wait a minute." Thomas called him and turned to look at Nightwing. Nightwing suddenly had a bad premonition, and then he heard Thomas say, "Tomorrow you will take another universe yourself to Teacher Sylvia for a trial class."

"Wait a minute, I don't..." Nightwing saw Thomas's malicious eyes before he finished speaking, and his refusal was directly blocked. He spread his hands helplessly and said, "I'm already in my twenties, how can I learn ballet? And what's the use of learning ballet?"

"Then what's the use of learning fighting and rope skills?" "That's..."

"No room for negotiation, 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 neighbors. "

Ye Yi sighed deeply and said, "How can I learn dance at my age? Besides, it's such a difficult classical ballet?"

"Didn't you learn acrobatics? Your flexibility should be much better than others, right?" Dick was no longer sleepy at this time. He chimed in, "It's too late for me to learn ballet at my age, but I was praised by all the teachers in my first class because my flexibility is so good that I don't need to practice anymore."

"But after all, I already..."

"Teacher Sylvia said that many people can't have both flexibility and strength. Although children have good flexibility, they often lack strength because of insufficient muscle mass. If adults have a foundation in flexibility, they will be much better than children in terms of strength."

Thomas immediately nodded with satisfaction. Ye Yi covered his eyes helplessly 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 private tutoring. "Thomas nodded and said, "You don't have to go to the training class on Friday, but because you are so old, you should put Latin learning on the agenda..."

Nightwing was in a dilemma. Red Hood and Red Robin leaned against each other in the same posture, hugging the pillow and giggling, but when Thomas's 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 languages, which are skills that may come in handy at any time. You each choose three languages ​​you don't know. Alfred will help you contact suitable tutors. There must be no less than five classes per week. I will come back every Friday night to check your homework."

Red Robin and Red Hood wailed together, but at this time Damian raised his hand and said, "What about me? What about me? "

Thomas looked up and down at Damian, the youngest, and glanced at Bruce, and said with some embarrassment: "Although I think education should start from childhood, Bruce thinks that younger children should focus more on developing intelligence, otherwise...you and Aisha go to the sensory integration class together?"

"Oh my God!" Damian said in shock, "I am proficient in listening, speaking, reading and writing in 16 languages. I know Latin, oracle bone script and seal script. I have completed university courses in nine subjects including medicine, engineering and business by myself. I can play 28 musical instruments skillfully, dance more than 30 folk dances, ski, dive and stunt motorcycles, climb the Himalayas and challenge diving records, farm, raise fish and survive in the wild, and have read all modern and contemporary philosophical theories. You told me to go to preschool??!!"

Thomas' eyes almost popped out.

"You are worthy of being a child of the Wayne family." Red Hood said with a sneer.

Thomas stood up in a flash, stared at Damian with green eyes and said, "Are you Bruce Wayne's biological son??!!!"

"Yes, my mother is..."

"It doesn't matter who your mother is! A youthful joy, a heartbroken mother... I understand everything!

"Afu! Ah Fu! You have another job to do, find out his background! I will take him to meet the shareholders right away!"