Chapter 1620

"It seems you don't like me talking too much. Fine, I can understand that. So, where are you taking me next? Do you also have a super cool, big laboratory? Can we study your cape there? Or maybe I could let you study my web-shooters; they're actually especially..."

When Spider-Man said this, he saw the death glare Batman was projecting at him. He immediately pinched his index fingers and thumbs together over his mouth and slid them across, making a zipping motion to signal that he would stop talking.

Batman flicked his cape and leaped off the high building, with Spider-Man following closely behind. Even though Batman was using his top speed, Spider-Man could still keep up without any effort. Batman led him all the way to the Batcave.

Batman was in the middle of opening the door when he heard a series of gasps behind him. Spider-Man was like a frog that had been pressed, with a string of "Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow" popping up over his head.

"This is too cool, right?! What is this? Is it a mysterious dark core you made? This door is so magical! Is this keypad lock facial recognition? And this handle—you carved a bat pattern on it; it's simply amazing."

"Stay put, don't touch anything. There are weapons on the door." Batman dutifully reminded every Robin who came here for the first time, then went to open his complex Bat-lock.

Batman swore he hadn't looked at what Spider-Man was doing for only about a minute and a half—definitely, absolutely no more than two minutes—when he heard a "Crack!" behind him.

When Spider-Man appeared in front of me again, he was holding the door handle that I had meticulously carved with the bat pattern.

Batman's eyes widened slightly. Spider-Man, like a child who had done something wrong, hurriedly defended himself: "I didn't mean to take it off. I thought the pattern on it looked really good, so I wanted to see the details underneath, and when I used a little force, it just..."

"I'm really sorry, I'll pay you back for it, or if you have a machine tool, I can make an exact replica for you."

"Can you not be so deceptive?"

But the tolerance for the tour time did not lead to a better result. When Spider-Man realized through these strange and bizarre Bat-collectibles that he had truly arrived in a brand-new universe and was about to experience a brand-new legendary adventure, he became completely excited.

Batman was speechless. He looked at the young, immature face in front of him. He had short, slightly curly brown hair. The hair quality looked very good, both shiny and soft. It just looked like he hadn't combed it properly before putting on the mask, and the action of taking off the mask was too rough, resulting in what looked like a bird's nest on his head now.

"I get a physical exam every year."

"Are you Stark's assistant?"

"Then why are you staring at me? Ah, wait a second, where are you going? I mean, where are we going together? What is that room used for? It wouldn't be some magical big door leading to your adventure land, would it?"

After hearing Spider-Man answer that his parents passed away when he was very young, Batman's fingertips paused slightly again.

Spider-Man stretched out both arms, waving them non-stop, while the listening Batman perfectly filtered out the extremely extreme adjectives that appeared in Spider-Man's speech that would never appear in Gotham, then nodded.

Batman's fingers on the keypad paused for a moment. His chest, which was as solid and steady as a statue, rose and fell imperceptibly, but he continued to focus on opening the door lock.

Spider-Man let out a cheer, jumped high on the spot, and then bumped his head into the ceiling, which was about five meters high. He fell to the ground, then clutched his head, shook it dizzily, and then said to Batman with body language full of anticipation: "When do we start?"

Spider-Man froze for a moment, then, under Batman's arguably shocked gaze, took off his mask. He shook his soft, brown, small curls and said: "Anyway, you already know I'm Peter Parker, there's no need to wear a mask."

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, this place is a hundred times cooler than I imagined!!!" Spider-Man was so excited his voice almost cracked. His head spun back and forth like a spinning top, and like a gust of wind, he "whooshed" over here and "whooshed" over there.

"They are my assistants, about your age."

"Then what do your parents think?"

"If he has your physical data, he can analyze your physical weaknesses."

"That is the physical examination room; we need to give you a physical exam first."

His eyes were deep brown without a hint of gray. In the somewhat dim Batcave, his pupils were dilated, looking to have a kind of simplicity that fit his personality. There were inconspicuous freckles under his eyelids and on the bridge of his nose, and his cheeks still carried a bit of baby fat that hadn't faded away.

Peter blinked and then said: "What bad things could he do with my physical data? Trick people into signing up for gym memberships?"

"By the way, you said earlier that you wanted me to be your assistant, right? You did say that, right? Does being your assistant mean being able to collect these collectibles with you all over the universe? Is that right? We go defeat those super—cool big monsters, strip trophies from them, and then carry them back to our own home, turning this place into the most—explosive museum in the universe."

As the big door opened, a gust of cold wind surged out from inside. Spider-Man followed behind Batman into this huge base, and then, unsurprisingly, saw Batman's magnificent collection.

Batman began to continue unlocking the eighteenth lock of his home's big door, but at this moment, he heard Spider-Man's voice coming from behind.

This attitude made Batman look him up and down again. Spider-Man spread his hands in confusion and said: "Why are you looking at me?"

Batman glanced at the super-alloy door handle he had just reinforced on his security lock, which was used to confirm the security status, and then looked up at Spider-Man, whose stature hadn't fully grown yet and could be described as having thin arms and thin legs.

"This thing looks quite sturdy, how did it break? I know I'm quite strong, and I often study those things in Mr. Stark's lab, but so far I haven't broken one. Is it that the things there are sturdier, or did Mr. Stark specially reinforce them?"

"But I don't have any physical weaknesses."

"What is this? Where did this big dinosaur come from? Did you go to Jurassic Park? And this, this medal, oh my god! This statue is too flashy, it matches my uniform so well..."

The expected doubt and questioning did not come. Peter nodded as readily as if he had just heard the phrase "the earth is round," then obediently followed behind Batman and walked through the door of the room.

He said nothing, flicked his cape, turned around, and said: "No need to pay, but don't touch anything else."

"Regular physical exams are the best investment for health. Eighty percent of human diseases can have their costs reduced by more than half if discovered and treated early. My last physical exam was on August 31st of this year. It showed that everything was normal except for my heart rate being a bit fast."

"Robins have been here." When Batman didn't even notice it himself, the word "Robin" was articulated more heavily than usual.

Batman shook his head and said: "No, it's fine, let's go."

"I don't have parents; they passed away when I was just born. But I have an aunt and uncle; they don't know about me being a superhero yet." Spider-Man said with his arms drooping somewhat dejectedly: "But I think they're about to find out."

"What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with me?" Peter Parker looked down at himself, rubbed his face with his hands, and spun around like a dog chasing its tail to look at his own back.

The spider mutation would naturally provide Spider-Man with energy and focus far exceeding that of ordinary people, and when the mutation factors in Spider-Man's body became excited, it would cause Spider-Man to produce a series of physiological excitements, thereby making him more lively and active, or even slightly crazy.

Hearing this question, Spider-Man froze for a moment. He scratched his head and then said: "The assistant you define should be someone who can help you, right? I rarely can help Mr. Stark; it's always him helping me, and he asks for nothing in return. Sometimes I feel like he's my father."

"What? You mean you didn't know, you were just guessing? Oh my god, you're too cunning!"

Batman was silent. Then Peter thought he had misunderstood something and explained: "Ah, you might think I'm a kid from a poor family, so I don't understand the importance of physical exams. My family is indeed not rich, but my uncle never saves money in that regard. Even if we can't go to a big hospital, we still have regular physical exams at the community clinic."

"I've been wanting to ask, what exactly is a Robin? Is your hobby keeping pet birds? A bat that keeps birds, that's really rare."

About half an hour later, Peter sat up from the last physical examination instrument. Batman looked at the dense data report and found that Peter hadn't lied—Spider-Man had no physical weaknesses.

"Do you dislike physical exams?"

Batman had no opinion, and he also knew he couldn't have an opinion, because he knew that once Spider-Man stopped, the terrifying storm of chatter would fill the entire Batcave.

Batman was silent again.

Peter Parker's appearance was unremarkable, like the kind of ordinary white high school boy you could find a dozen of in any public high school. The only thing that could be called an advantage in appearance was probably his body proportions: long limbs, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. Although he hadn't fully developed yet, one could already imagine the perfect golden ratio body in the future.

"Have you brought others here before? Batman, it looks like I'm not the first. You must have brought your children here, right? Do they break things too? Uh, I'm not saying they should break things, but I often broke Mr. Stark's things too. Luckily, he never cared because he's quite rich..."

Within the next few dozen minutes, a red and blue figure swept through the entire Batcave like a whirlwind. With his flexible skills and swift speed, Spider-Man touched every Bat-collectible within sight.

"Oh, right, I memorized all the data from the previous physical exam. Do you want to hear it? I'm seventeen years old, 178cm tall, 64kg..."

"First of all, your uniform..."

"Stop, what I mean is, are you not worried about others using your physical data to do bad things?"

"That's how it is." Spider-Man nodded. He examined the door handle in his hand and said: "I just said there should be a superhero team."