Chapter 2213: Battle of Two Cities! (Fifty-Five)
In front of the towering Gothic window at the end of the corridor, the setting sun cast a sharp sword on the ground and coated the wall with a dull yellow. The twigs in the garden stretched over, and the chirping of insects always reminded people of the summer of childhood.
The dull footsteps came from far away, and Dick, who was sitting at the desk writing hard, suddenly straightened his body and pricked up his ears.
He turned around quickly like a frightened rabbit, but the expression of expectation and surprise on his face disappeared the moment the door was opened.
"Bruce... uh, Batman, what's the matter?"
Bruce outside the door was not wearing casual clothes, but Dick could still see that this was not the young Bruce he was familiar with, but the owner of Wayne Manor in Gotham, the real Batman.
"Have you finished your homework?" This is not a question, but an expression of "Theoretically, you should have finished it now."
"Hmm..." Dick turned his body back, dragged out a long tone and said, "It's almost there, there's about half of the sentence imitation left."
When he turned his head again, Batman was standing behind him quietly. Dick raised his eyes and looked at him with some doubts, and asked, "When did you come back? Have you finished your work?"
Batman didn't answer. He sat on Dick's bed next to the desk and said, "If I remember correctly, you have to memorize 30 words today. Thomas will definitely check it later."
"I've memorized it!" Dick stood up, bent down to find his vocabulary book on the bookshelf in front of him, and after flipping for a long time, he began to look in the drawer below.
Batman frowned slightly. The big and small piles of books and textbooks in the drawer made him look unbearable. Dick flipped through the desk for dozens of seconds and finally found the vocabulary book.
He turned the vocabulary book to today's page and handed it to Batman, sat back on the chair, hugged his arms and raised his chin, his expression seemed to say "ask whatever you want".
But before that, Dick still planned to solve his doubts first, so he asked: "How did you have time to come here? Let me first state that I have been staying on the empty island and have not even gone down. No matter what happened below, it has nothing to do with me."
Dick obviously thought that Batman was still here to get information, but Batman sat there, with his elbows on his knees, flipping through the vocabulary book and asking: "You are about to go to high school, right? Which university do you want to go to?"
Dick was a little uneasy, not because of the questions Batman asked, but because he still didn't know what Batman was here for. Now he really envied Tim's detective ability.
He bet that if this kid was here, he would have guessed what Batman wanted to ask from his expression, words and body movements, and gave him the answer he wanted early, and then ended this awkward conversation.
Unfortunately, Dick has never been good at this, so he could only stammer and answer: "I don't know, Thomas probably has arranged it."
The good news is that Batman finally moved his eyes away from the vocabulary book, and the bad news is that he started to stare at Dick.
"Do I make you feel uncomfortable?"
Dick rubbed his arms and grinned, saying, "Okay, I know it's a bit rude to say this, but if you stay here, I may not be able to finish my homework."
"Will the Bruce Wayne you know accompany you to do your homework?"
Dick could tell that Batman didn't really want an answer, just asking casually, but he still thought about it seriously and said.
"He tried it, and then he found that it was not good for either of us, so he stopped doing it later, and I don't need him to accompany me."
Batman looked down at Dick's word book again. He knew why Dick said it was not good for either of them, because Dick's word book was specially used to treat obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Not only were they not arranged in alphabetical order, some words were separated by one line, some were separated by two lines, and some words even appeared on the previous page one second ago, and were marked on the next page the next second.
"A code book with a very novel compilation method."
Batman commented, then closed the word book and returned it to Dick.
Dick reached out and slowly took the vocabulary book, but his eyes were still on Batman's face, trying to see why he came here, but in the end he couldn't see anything.
"How much of your sentence imitation is left?"
Dick looked back at the homework book he was writing and said, "There are about five paragraphs left."
Batman sat forward a little so that he could see Dick's homework book on the table. There were 10 sentences in total. They were not very basic questions. There were even two sentences that could be called long and difficult sentences in French.
This also shows that Dick has made some progress in learning French. Batman asked in French: "Is there anything you don't understand?"
"It feels okay. The questions are not very difficult." Dick instinctively answered in French, and then stared at Batman with wide eyes.
"My God, your French is so good." Dick exclaimed in French: "You speak better than my French teacher!"
Batman was used to such compliments, but was slightly amazed at Dick's level of spoken French. The pronunciation of spoken French was still somewhat difficult, and Dick had only studied for more than a year, so it was quite good to have such a level.
He turned his attention back to Dick's homework and found that there was no big problem with the sentence pattern of the first few sentences. At this time, Dick was twisting and turning like a needle under his butt, fidgeting, and obviously not used to Batman staying here.
Batman stood up, turned around and walked back, gently patting the back of Dick's chair, and then said: "Thomas will be back at 5 o'clock. You'd better finish your homework before then, so that you can all spend a peaceful night."
Dick looked at Batman and nodded, until Batman walked out of the room, he immediately closed the homework book with a crackle, and then frantically took out the mobile phone from the lower drawer, like a thief, while glancing at the door and dialing, and then covered the receiver and spoke to the other side.
"You don't even know what just happened, Jason! Batman actually came to my place. Go ask Tim what happened?... God! It's only 4:30 now!"
New Town Bronx, 4:30pm.
Boom!
A yellow and black figure flew backwards and fell heavily into the ruins. Several lasers flew over immediately.
A puff of smoke rose, and the figure disappeared, but the laser sweep continued for several minutes until the ruins were completely molecularized, and then the laser gradually disappeared.
Behind the remaining ruins of a building next to it, Deathstroke looked at the empty ground that seemed to have been deleted, took a breath, looked up at the sky and said, "Don't tell me that aliens are invading?"
"Aliens invade every day." Deadpool said with a tut, "But these guys are too cruel..."
"It means they are not ordinary aliens."
Boom! ! ! ! !
Another missile landed on the street in front of Deathstroke and Deadpool. The two turned around and ran. Sure enough, a team of fully armed robots with plasma cannons and machine guns were walking towards them not far away.
They immediately noticed the two fleeing people. The power boots flashed, and the whole team flew into the sky and chased them at a very fast speed.
"Think of a way quickly, cousin! Otherwise, we will really become dead people!!!"
"Find a safe place first!" Deathstroke turned back and fired two shots into the air. The bullets hit the robot's armor without even leaving a scratch.
Boom boom boom!!!
Zila-zila-
Deadpool dodged the bombing and attacks while looking back. Seeing that the dense robot army on the skyline was still increasing, he jumped over the broken walls in front of him and shouted.
"We should really find a safe place first... and then contact Batman!!!"
Just after Jason hung up the phone, he heard Batman's footsteps. Like Dick, he stuffed the phone into the drawer and smiled at Batman who came in.
"Are you reading?" Batman nodded gently and asked.
Jason nodded and raised the book he had opened on the table to show Batman. What surprised Batman was that the book was "The Fall of Giants".
This is a novel. Although it is presented from the perspective of 5 different young people, it is more like the "Fengwuzhi" of the 20th century, and Batman thought Jason would prefer to read some theoretical books.
Jason, who got the tip-off from Dick, also began to look at Batman. Dick made sense. It was only 4:30 in the afternoon. Although it was still a while before dark, Batman had to prepare before going out to fight crime.
Usually he would enter the Batcave after lunch and would not come back all night. Sometimes he could be seen at breakfast the next day, and sometimes he had to wait until noon.
Batman's afternoons are not free. Even if he is free, there are more important things to do, especially in this situation, the huge city below is full of artillery fire.
Jason looked carefully, but did not find any anxious expression on Batman's face. Jason knew why Dick called him, because Dick thought Batman would definitely come to him, and Dick hoped that his psychological talent would help him figure out what Batman wanted to do.
But Jason didn't understand.
This made Jason feel a little uneasy. He used to think that Batman was a living coffin because he didn't see any trace of emotion on him, which was impossible for humans.
After his careful observation at this moment, he found that Batman was really a coffin, and he might not even be alive, because he was as cold as a dead person.
Without any emotional feedback, Jason was even more nervous than Dick, because he usually relied on reading other people's subtle emotions to survive or gain an advantage, and this trick suddenly didn't work, just like a person suddenly went blind.
Batman had a clear view of him, but he couldn't see anything. Anyone facing this situation would be so nervous that they would go crazy. Jason couldn't bear to think about how he had survived to this age in this universe.
"Well...what's the matter?" Jason could only ask this.
Facing a lion, and you are not a hunter with a spear, or even an antelope or a rabbit, but just a half-blind blind snake, what else can you do?
Batman sat on the end of the bed in Jason's room and asked, "Didn't you join any clubs?"
"I joined the football and skating clubs, but not today. I have to volunteer on the street next door on Sunday, and return books to school on Wednesday afternoon."
Jason decided to confess and be lenient. He told Batman every question truthfully and as detailed as possible, and then let the lion get the answer he wanted and leave quickly. He really couldn't stay under the lion's teeth for much longer.
"Can you play football?" Batman asked again.
Jason sighed and said, "I can play, but not very well. I don't plan to go professional. My main purpose is to keep fit. Thomas and Martha have no objection."
"About a week ago, I played a game against the junior high school next door. I lost 2:3 away. I played as a center forward. I didn't score any goals and didn't have any outstanding performance. After the game, I went to eat hamburgers with my teammates. I got home on time at 7 o'clock in the evening and slept well."
"Can you talk to me about this book?"
Jason wailed in his heart.