Chapter 1458: Birds Returning (Part 19)

Outside the window, it was still drizzling. Cold morning mist rose on the Cat Getan River. The dark green leaves in the bushes by the walkway were like gentlemen's cravats, lingering with the raindrops that had entangled with them all night.

When Alfred opened the door, everyone in the living room instinctively took a breath. But what came from outside the door wasn't coldness, but a slightly damp freshness. When the moist air brushed past their temples, it made everyone feel refreshed.

This manor, which had stood here for decades, had never been as lively as it was today. At the long dining table covered with dark blue striped tablecloths and silk table runners, Thomas Wei En sat at the head, Bruce sat in the first seat on his right, and Damian sat opposite him.

All the rest of the people sat opposite their other selves, and their movements were surprisingly consistent. The two Dicks straightened their bodies, put their hands on their laps and stared at the dinner plates in front of them, but their heads hung down, looking a bit sleepy.

The two Jasons supported their heads with one hand and played with the tableware in front of them with the other, looking left and right from time to time, looking at the dishes on the plates.

The two Tims were holding newspapers with their brows furrowed, both wanting to find some information that might be useful in the morning news.

Barbara sat at the very end, holding a white paper notebook in her hand, writing and drawing on it, seemingly drawing a poster for the concert.

Alfred stood behind Thomas, placed a goblet in front of him. Thomas picked up the dinner spoon in his hand, tapped the edge of the goblet lightly, put down the spoon, raised the wine glass and said: "Gentlemen and ladies, let's start dining."

In the silence, everyone picked up their tableware and began to eat. Breakfast at Wei En Manor had always been made by Alfred. The dishes were simple but delicious. The staple food was oatmeal with honey and white bread. The meat was duck breast with black pepper and fried cod fillet. The vegetables were Caesar salad, and the dessert was small waffles drizzled with maple syrup.

Robins from any world were very familiar with these dishes. The taste of familiar food always makes people feel stable. Very rarely, no one expressed any opinion during this meal, and they were all enjoying the food quietly.

Alfred was very satisfied with this. He was so happy that the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes spread out. Wei En Manor hadn't been this lively for decades, or rather, it was livelier than decades ago, because there were so many children here, they were so young, green and full of vitality.

During the meal, Thomas found that Bruce ate very slowly and didn't eat much. He just barely finished the bowl of oatmeal in front of him and ate a little salad. He didn't touch the bread and meat at all.

Although Thomas was still angry with Bruce, any father in this world would be worried about his child not eating. Thomas wiped his mouth with a napkin and asked nonchalantly: "What's wrong? No appetite?"

Bruce lowered his head and shook it, saying: "I'm adjusting some things in my brain, I can't be distracted."

"Did you take too much medicine?" Thomas looked at Bruce's slightly dilated pupils and said: "Even if you need full-dose medication because of mental illness, it's best not to take too much sedative medicine, otherwise you will see hallucinations like those drug addicts."

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

The dining table fell silent. Everyone was pricking up their ears to listen to their conversation. When Red Robin heard the word "mental illness", he frowned. He deliberately observed the expression of the self opposite him, and then found that he didn't see any surprised expression on the young self.

Does the Batman of this universe have mental illness?

When this thought appeared in Red Robin's mind, he felt a bit absurd, but not for this fact, but for his own thought. He mocked himself, which Batman of which universe doesn't have mental illness?

What should surprise him was that the Batman of this universe was actually willing to see a doctor, and actually took the doctor's advice to take full-dose medication... or was it an overdose?

Red Hood also realized this. He was more familiar with Bruce's expression, because he often saw such drug addicts on the street. Drugs would significantly reduce people's appetite, and hallucinations would also distract people's attention, which would make them unable to even eat or sleep normally. It seemed Batman was trapped 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 at him, signaling that he was fine.

But in fact, he had something, and it wasn't small.

Before, he intended to rewrite his underlying program. The difficulty was similar to an intelligent robot wanting to rewrite its underlying protocol, and also similar to a human stepping on their left foot with their right foot to go to heaven in a normal state.

Before, Bruce cleaned up the shit-mountain code using the most direct method, but because this shit-mountain was really high, he had a flash of inspiration when he went to sleep last night, feeling that he could write a new program to automatically delete the code that wasn't needed.

If his state was normal, then this kind of program would be effortless to write, only needing simple screening and deletion commands.

But the problem was that his brain could only work about one-third now, and there were many self-proliferating pollutions that he didn't know where they were and couldn't be screened out. In this case, Bruce's new program had three running bugs.

After his hard work all night, there were only three lines of code left without bugs.

Simply put, if he was just like eating poisonous mushrooms and seeing little people before, then now his sense of smell and taste processing systems had completely crashed. On top of visual hallucinations, he had added two layers of olfactory and auditory hallucinations.

Thomas glanced at him but didn't say anything. He just tapped the edge of the cup lightly with a fork again, and then said: "I think we haven't officially welcomed a few new guests, but since they are counterparts from another world, I think there is no need for redundant etiquette."

"Since your guardians sent you to this universe, then every aspect of your life here needs detailed discussion. After breakfast, I will occupy half an hour to hold a family meeting. No one should have any opinion, right?"

A few children nodded. They were already very accustomed to this situation. Thomas held a family meeting almost every week. The content of the meeting was also very simple, basically asking about physical conditions, learning conditions, and confirming arrangements for next week.

Seeing that a few counterparts younger than himself didn't express any opinions, a few older Robins were embarrassed to speak. After all, they were guests here, and they understood the principle of "when in Rome, do as the Romans do".

Alfred was tidying up the tableware by the dining table by the window. A group of people sat around the tea table in the meeting area. Thomas cleared his throat first, looked at Dick who was holding a pillow and dozing off and said: "If you don't sleep enough, then cancel the ballet class tonight, and then write your French homework well."

"No, I want to go to ballet." Dick yawned and said: "I need exercise. If the amount of exercise is not up to standard, I can't sleep. Otherwise, it's fine to go around Cat Getan in the sky."

"Then you'd better go to ballet." Thomas said irritably: "Then change the French class once a week to the weekend, and then you can have a whole Sunday to write French homework."

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

"Wait a moment." Thomas called him, turned to look at Nightwing. Nightwing suddenly had a bad premonition, and then he heard Thomas say: "Tomorrow you take your counterpart from another universe to try the class at Ms. Sylvia's."

"Wait a minute, I don't..." Before Nightwing finished speaking, he saw Thomas's unkind gaze, and his refusal was blocked directly. He spread his hands helplessly and said: "I'm already over twenty, how can I learn ballet? And what's the use of learning ballet?"

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

"I am..."

"No discussion. If you don't go to class, I will report you to the Cat Getan Police Department for disturbing the peace while driving in the middle of the night."

Nightwing sighed deeply and said: "How can I learn dance at my age? Besides, it's still such difficult classical ballet?"

"Didn't you learn acrobatics? The foundation of flexibility should be better than others, right?" Dick wasn't sleepy now. He helped in the side: "I also learned ballet late at this age, but I received praise from all teachers in the first class, because my flexibility foundation was really too good, and I didn't need to practice at all."

"But after all, I have already..."

"Ms. Sylvia said, many people can't have both flexibility and strength. Although children's flexibility is good, they often lack a sense of power due to insufficient muscle mass. If adults have a foundation in flexibility, their performance in power will be better than children."

Thomas nodded with satisfaction immediately. Nightwing covered his eyes helplessly and said: "Alright, but I hope to have a private teacher, I don't want to dance with that group of children."

"The courses on Tuesday and Thursday are home tutoring." Thomas nodded and said: "You don't have to go to the intensive training class on Friday, but precisely because you are so old, you should put the learning of Latin on the agenda..."

Nightwing had a big head. Red Hood and Red Robin leaned together in the same posture, holding pillows and giggling. But when Thomas's gaze turned to them, they couldn't laugh immediately.

"Although Bruce arranged courses for you, I think some basic courses cannot be left behind, especially language, a skill that may come in handy at any time. You each choose three languages you don't know, Alfred will help you contact suitable home tutors, no less than five lessons per week, and I will check the homework on Friday night."

Red Robin and Red Hood let out a wail together. But at this time, Damian raised his hand and said: "What about me? What about me?"

Thomas looked at Damian, who was the youngest, up and down, and glanced at Bruce, looking a bit embarrassed and said: "Although I think education should be grasped from a young age, Bruce feels that young children should pay more attention to developing intelligence. Otherwise... how about you go to sensory integration class with Aisha?"

"God!" Damian said in shock: "I

Thomas's eyeballs almost popped out.

"Truly worthy of being of the Wei En family line," Red Hood said with a curl of his lip.

Thomas stood up with a start, his eyes glowing green as he stared at Damian and said: "You are Bruce Wei En's biological son??!

!"

"That's right, my mother is..."

"Who your mother is doesn't matter! A moment of youthful folly, a heartbroken mother... I understand it all!"

"Alfred! Alfred! You have work to do again. Sort out his background! I want to take him to see the shareholders immediately!"