Chapter 2177

In front of the towering Gothic window at the end of the corridor, the sunset casts a sword on the ground and plates the walls with dull twilight. The thin branches in the garden reach over, and the sound of insects always reminds people of the summer of their childhood.

The dull footsteps came from far to near. 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 pushed open.

"Bruce... uh, Batman, is something the matter?"

Bruce outside the door wasn't wearing casual clothes, but Dick could still see that this wasn't the young Bruce he was familiar with, but the owner of this Gotham Wei En Manor, the real Batman.

"Did you finish your homework?" This wasn't a question, but an expression of "theoretically, you should be finished now."

"Um..." Dick twisted his body back, dragged out a long tone, and said: "Still a little bit left, about half of the sentence imitation left."

When he turned his head again, Batman was already standing silently behind him. Dick raised his eyes in confusion and looked at him, asking: "When did you come back? Is your work done?"

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 later."

"I finished memorizing!" Dick stood up, bent down to find his vocabulary book on the bookshelf in front, searched for a long time, and then began to search in the drawer below.

Batman frowned slightly. The large stacks of books and textbooks in the drawer made him unable to look at them. Dick searched in 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 in the chair, hugged his arms, and raised his chin, his expression as if saying "ask whatever you want."

However, before that, Dick still planned to solve his doubts first, so he asked: "Why do you have time to come over? I declare first, I have been staying on the Sky Island, and haven't even gone down. No matter what happened below, it has nothing to do with me."

Dick obviously thought Batman was still here to fish for information, but Batman sat there, his elbows resting on his knees, flipping through the vocabulary book while asking: "You're about to go to high school, right? Which university do you want to go to?"

Dick was a bit restless, not because of the questions Batman asked, but because he didn't know what Batman was here for until now. He really envied Tim's detective ability.

He dared to bet that if that kid were here, he would have inferred what Batman wanted to ask from his expression, words, and body movements, and would have given him the answer he wanted early on, ending this awkward conversation.

Unfortunately, Dick was never good at this, so he could only answer hesitantly: "I don't know, Thomas has probably already arranged it."

The good news is that Batman finally moved his gaze away from the vocabulary book, and the bad news is that he started staring at Dick.

"Do I make you feel uncomfortable?"

Dick rubbed his arms, grinned, and said: "Well, I know it's a bit rude to say so, but if you continue to stay here, I might really not be able to finish my homework."

"Does the Bruce Wei En you know accompany you to do homework?"

Dick could tell that Batman didn't really want an answer, just asking casually, but he still recalled it seriously and said:

"He tried, and then he found that this was not good for either of us, so he didn't do it later, and I don't need him to accompany me."

Batman looked down at Dick's vocabulary book again. He knew why Dick said it wasn't good for either of them, because Dick's vocabulary book was a cure for obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Not only was it not arranged in alphabetical order, but some words were separated by one line, some by two lines, and some words even appeared on the previous page a second before and were marked again on the next page a second later.

"A codebook with a very novel compilation method."

Batman commented like this, and then closed the vocabulary book and returned it to Dick.

Dick reached out and slowly took the vocabulary book, but his gaze remained on Batman's face, wanting to see the reason for his visit, but in the end, he didn't see anything.

"How much of your sentence imitation is left undone?"

Dick looked back at the homework book he was writing and said: "About five sentences left."

Batman sat forward a bit, so he could see the homework book Dick put on the table. There were 10 sentences in total for sentence imitation, not the kind of very basic questions, and two of them could even be called long and difficult sentences in French.

This also shows that Dick's French learning has made small achievements. Batman asked in French: "Is there anything you don't understand?"

"It feels okay, the questions aren't very difficult." Dick answered in French instinctively, and then looked at Batman with wide eyes.

"God, your French is too good." Dick exclaimed in French: "You speak better than my French teacher!"

Batman was used to such praise, just slightly amazed at Dick's spoken French level. The pronunciation method of spoken French still has some difficulties. Dick has only learned it for a year or so, and having such a level is quite good.

He put his attention back on Dick's homework and found that there were no major problems with the sentence imitation of the first few sentences. At this time, Dick was twisting around as if there were needles under his butt, restless, obviously very uncomfortable with Batman staying here.

Batman stood up, turned around to walk back, patted Dick's chair back lightly, and then said: "Thomas will be back at 5 o'clock. It's best to finish your homework before then, so that you can all have a peaceful evening."

Dick watched Batman nod, and as soon as Batman walked out of the room, he immediately closed the homework book with a clatter, rummaged through the lower drawer for his phone like a thief, dialed while glancing at the door, and then covered the receiver and said to the other side.

"You don't know what just happened, Jason! Batman actually came to me. You hurry up and ask Tim what happened?... God! It's only 4:30!"

Bronx, New City, 4:30 PM.

Boom!

A yellow and black figure flew backward and fell heavily into the ruins. Several lasers flew over immediately.

A burst of smoke rose, the figure disappeared, but the laser strafing continued for several minutes until that piece of ruins was completely molecularized, and the laser gradually disappeared.

Behind the ruins of the only remaining wall of a building nearby, Deathstroke looked at the empty ground that seemed to have its model deleted and gasped, then looked up at the sky and said: "Don't tell me aliens invaded?"

"Aliens invade every day." Deadpool smacked his lips and said: "But these guys are too ruthless..."

"It means they aren't ordinary aliens."

BOOM!!!!!

Another missile landed on the street in front of Deathstroke and Deadpool. The two immediately turned and ran. Sure enough, a fully armed robot team holding plasma cannons and machine guns walked toward here not far away.

They immediately noticed the two fleeing, their power boots flashed, and the whole team flew into the sky, chasing toward this side at a very fast speed.

"Quick, think of a way, cousin! Otherwise we will really become dead people!!!"

"Find a safe place first!" Deathstroke turned his head and fired two shots into the air. The bullets hit the robot's armor without even leaving a scratch.

Boom boom boom!!!

Zzz—zzz—

Deadpool turned his head while avoiding the bombing and attacks, seeing the dense robot army on the skyline still increasing, he lunged over the broken walls in front and shouted.

"We should indeed find a safe place first... and then contact Batman!!!"

Jason just hung up the phone when he heard Batman's footsteps. Like Dick, he closed the phone into the drawer with a clatter and showed a smile to Batman who walked in.

"Reading?" Batman nodded lightly and asked.

Jason nodded and held up the book he opened on the table to show Batman. What surprised Batman was that this book was "Fall of Giants."

This is a novel. Although it is presented from the perspective of 5 different young people, it is more like a "Record of Things" of the 20th century, and Batman thought Jason would prefer to read some theoretical books.

Jason, who got the news from Dick, also began to size up Batman. Dick was right. It was only 4:30 in the afternoon. Although there was still a period of time before dark, Batman had to prepare before going out to fight crime.

Usually, he would enter the Batcave after lunch, and then wouldn't come back all night. Sometimes he could see him at breakfast the next day, and sometimes he had to wait until noon.

Batman's afternoon wouldn't be free, and even if he was free, there were more important things to do, especially in this situation. The huge city below was fighting with artillery fire.

Jason sized him up carefully, but didn't find any anxious expression on Batman's face. Jason knew why Dick called him, because Dick felt that Batman would definitely come to him too, and Dick counted on his psychological talent to make him understand what Batman was up to.

But Jason didn't understand.

This made Jason feel a little uneasy. He once thought Batman was a living coffin, because he didn't see any external emotions on him, which was impossible for humans.

And after his careful observation at this moment, he found that Batman was really a coffin, and maybe not even alive, because he was as cold as a dead person.

Getting no emotional feedback, Jason was even more nervous than Dick, because he usually relied on reading others' subtle emotions to live or gain an advantage. This move suddenly didn't work, just like a person suddenly went blind.

Batman saw everything about him, but he couldn't see anything. Anyone would be nervous to the point of going crazy when facing this situation. Jason simply couldn't imagine how this universe's version of him lived to be so old.

"Um... is something the matter?" Jason could only ask this.

Facing a lion, and you are not a hunter holding a spear, not even an antelope or a rabbit, just a half-blind blind snake, what else can you do?

Batman sat on the end of Jason's bed and asked: "Didn't you go to any club?"

"I joined the soccer and skating clubs, but neither is today. On Sunday, I have to do volunteer work on the street next door, and on Wednesday afternoon, I go back to school to return books."

Jason decided to confess. He confessed to every question of Batman in detail, and tried to say it 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 sharp teeth any longer.

"Can you play soccer?" Batman asked again.

Jason sighed and said like pouring beans: "I can play, not very well, don't plan to take the professional route, the main purpose is to strengthen the body, Thomas and Martha have no opinion."

"About a week ago, I played a game against the junior high school next door, lost 2-3 away, I played center, didn't score, no bright performance, after the game went to eat burgers with the team members, arrived home at 7 o'clock sharp, slept very well."

"Can you talk to me about this book?"

Jason let out a wail in his heart.