Chapter 2217: Battle of Two Cities! (Fifty-Nine)

Batman came to the kitchen. Although he knew that Alfred didn't need him to serve dishes, if he stayed there any longer, the Robins would expose the fact that he was hiding in the room watching Holmes.

He stood by the kitchen door. Martha had just stepped over the threshold of the kitchen and almost bumped into him when she turned around.

Batman was very tall, even taller than Thomas. When he stood there straight, he was like an insurmountable wall. Martha was shocked when she bumped into him.

"Oh my God, Bruce." The elegant lady took a few steps back to stabilize her body. She looked Bruce up and down and looked into his eyes and asked, "What are you doing here? The meal will be ready soon. I think you can go to the dining table and talk to the children for a while."

"I think Thomas needs to ask about their studies."

"Oh, forget it." Martha sighed and said, "Don't let him do this, Bruce. Pre-meal conversations should be pleasant. You have to block the pressure for the children."

Batman looked back at the restaurant.

At this time, Jason was turning over a square tray and using the area circled by the base as a football field to explain to the three Robins on the opposite side how he lost that game.

Bruce had already walked around the three Robins and was arguing with Nightwing about the referee.

"I will definitely take good care of the referee before Friday. I will let those guys understand what true hospitality is." He said this in an intense tone.

"This is unfair, Bruce. You can't let Jason's school referee blow the whistle just because their referee blows the whistle. This will never end." Nightwing emphasized: "The children want a fair game more."

"But they abandoned fairness first. Can you imagine how disappointed Jason's team is? They trained hard for three months, and then those people ruined everything with unfair rulings. We must let them taste the disappointment so that they can understand the importance of fairness."

"That's great!" Damian slammed the table hard, "That's how it should be done. Why should we give in to them?!"

Thomas' eyes swept over, Damian blocked his mouth with his fist, coughed twice, shrugged and said: "And we are not going to beat them up, we just did what they did, why is it not okay? "Do you want to hit them?" "Red Robin touched his chin and said:" I don't think it is so simple, will there be parents' instructions? The fictional football field pointed at it and said, "Listen to me, just kick, if I am yours ... Wait a minute, I am you, I mean, you should go to the border, this is their weak position ..." Then they started to study the tactics and discuss how to end the performance with perfect lore under the blessing of the referee. I couldn't even find a chance to ask Dick's homework. As soon as he came back, there was complete silence.

"How's the food?" Thomas asked.

"It's almost ready." Batman walked back to his seat and sat down, tying his napkin in a flash.

No one at the table could see his movements clearly, anyway, the napkin suddenly appeared on his collar as if it was cast by magic.

Anyway, no one expected to see Batman stretching his neck and raising his hands, struggling to tie the napkin, so they all fell silent.

Thomas was still reading the newspaper, but Batman knew that he hadn't read a word of it. When he came back, the children's tactical discussion was at its climax. Damian was about to talk about his final killer move, and Thomas seemed to want to listen, but now everything was gone.

All the Robins sat up straight and leaned back in their chairs, staring silently at the plates in front of them. The only difference from being in prison was that in prison, at least you knew your sentence.

Deathly silence.

"Don't you tie your napkins?" Batman asked, turning his head slightly.

The children became visibly nervous, and it was obvious that their brains were working rapidly, wondering whether Batman was blaming them for not tying their napkins, or reminding them that they should not tie their napkins now, or asking them to tie their napkins in a certain way.

Nightwing tried to take the napkin on the table with his hand, and Red Robin took this opportunity to carefully observe Batman's expression. When he found that there was no change, he gave Red Hood a look, and the three of them tied their napkins as quickly as possible and resumed their previous posture.

When Martha came over with the plate, she saw a row of older Robins sitting in jail, and Bruce was standing behind Dick's chair tying his napkin.

"How long are you going to tie it?" Dick stretched out a hand to hook the sore muscles of his neck and shoulders, lowered his head, but looked back, looking at Bruce who was tying the knot behind him and said: "You seem to be undergoing a terrible operation."

"Speak less, Dick, tying a knot is not that difficult, I am trying hard."

"The probability of failure is very high." Jason helped Martha put the plates in place and said: "You'd better not try hard, it will be a dead knot."

Tim laughed, as if he had imagined Dick sleeping with this thing on. Jason turned his head and said: "Don't laugh either, you can't even tie your shoelaces properly."

"Be polite, Jason." Thomas reminded: "Offending everyone before eating may cause you to be attacked by more pillows at the pajama party later."

Bruce finally gave up, and Martha took over his job, very carefully helping the children tie the napkins one by one.

"Taking care of the children is your job, not ours." Thomas' tone contained a hint of anger. He looked at Batman and said, "Stand there, stand here, sit there, sit here, is that all your job?"

Batman was a little confused by the scolding. Yes, this was being scolded. Batman knew Thomas. He was once the eldest son of the Wayne family. He would not scold like a shrew. This was already his scolding state.

So Batman stood up again. He glanced around and found that Damian had not tied his napkin yet, so he walked towards Damian.

Damian was almost scared to death.

"Uh, that, I know how to tie a knot, I can do it myself, I..."

Batman picked up the napkin and put it on his neck without saying a word, and tied a perfect slipknot.

After Damian reacted, he stretched out his hand to pull the napkin that was neither loose nor tight, and made a frightened face at Tim next to him.

In fact, everyone could see his nervousness. The moment Batman strode over, everyone around his destination had their hearts in their throats.

It's not that they think Batman will really do anything bad to them, but Batman has long made himself a source of fear. Even if he is not Batman, his power makes him look like a terrible lion. No one can ignore such a beast coming towards him.

They will instinctively fear and tremble, triggering the instinct of survival and wanting to escape. When the other party touches them, they are stiff and unable to move, looking like chickens to be slaughtered or fish on the chopping board.

"I really don't know how you can make your own son look like a mouse seeing a cat when he sees you." Thomas sighed while picking up the knife and fork: "People always choose between career and family, and you use your excellent talent to break out another unique way-one worse than the other."

Batman was speechless.

When he was busy being Batman, those troubles that he could never deal with filled all his life, so he could use this as an excuse to explain the various problems of the Bat family.

"It's not that I can't handle the relationship between family members well, it's just that I'm too busy. When the turtle in the wishing well took up all my time, it's understandable that all kinds of family trivialities accumulated into conflicts."

Batman never expected that he would be forced to return to his family one day, but once he became an idle person, he found that what he faced was not as simple as family conflicts, and there was no place for him in this family.

Batman, who once longed for his parents to return, did not enjoy any family affection after his parents really returned. In addition to the initial joy of regaining what he lost, Batman only felt embarrassed.

When the Bat Family with Robin was a combat team, Batman was their leader, but when they really became a family, Batman had nowhere to go.

In the final analysis, he couldn't be a child anymore, and he couldn't be a father completely.

If you want to enjoy family affection from your parents, you have to be a child, sometimes fragile, sometimes willful, express your true self, and then wait for your parents' care and help.

If you want to enjoy the affection from your children, you must be like a father. In addition to supervising and urging them, you must also take care of them, care about them, stand behind them in a firm, emotional, and even unreasonable manner, and give them a sense of security.

These are things Batman can't do.

In the past, he couldn't do it, and it wasn't a big problem, because most people couldn't see it, and those who saw it wouldn't care about him. After all, saving the world is indeed a great goal, and love can temporarily give way to it.

But now it's not possible, Batman thought, he stared at Bruce sitting opposite and thought, if all the Batmen in the universe were seriously ill, then he wouldn't be abnormal.

But here is a king of curling, who actually cured himself at a young age, normal is abnormal, which makes him too abnormal.

But he soon found that things were more serious than he thought, because after dinner, Bruce brought back another Bruce, a young Bruce, but sad, tired and haggard.

"God!!!"

Martha screamed and ran towards that Bruce, she hugged Bruce, and after letting go, she held Bruce's face again, staring at the pair of gray-blue eyes that were a little distracted and shouted.

"Bruce! Bruce, what's wrong with you?! Alfred, call a doctor, call a doctor quickly!!!"