Chapter 2179

"Sherlock???" Red Hood said very surprisingly: "What was his mom thinking? Sherlock Holmes?! Is she serious???"

"If I remember correctly, Hermes is the name of the god of wisdom, right? The name Holmes sounds like some hero in Greek mythology, but he is called Sherlock? It sounds like..."

Nightwing frowned and thought for a long time, and finally commented: "... a bit like sprinkling popping candy on red wine steak."

"Better to be called David." Red Robin hit the nail on the head.

"John is also fine." Red Hood added.

Red Hood walked to Batman's side first. He wanted to see what this detective named Sherlock Holmes relied on to be called the "greatest detective."

How great can he be? Greater than Batman?

Wait, why is the great Batman holed up in his study reading a novel when this world is in a mess?

Red Hood immediately shifted his gaze to Batman's face, and the other two also gathered around, seemingly to read the book, but actually wanting to know why Batman was here.

So why is Batman here?

He didn't go to the new city mainly to maintain world peace, but actually he had many other things to do. For example, Cat Getan flew over as a whole, and he could also fight crime in Cat Getan as usual, but he didn't go.

Batman's reason for not going is very sufficient. First of all, all the lunatics in Arkham Asylum jumped down.

If there wasn't that shield created by the Apokolips army, he would have to worry about whether the lunatics would fly back in planes, but now the blockade shield has been deployed, and they can't come back even if they want to.

Without that group of lunatics who are purely mentally ill, of course, there are also gangs fighting in the city.

But when it comes to fighting gang crime in Cat Getan, I have to mention his glorious deeds of "his mother serving dishes, he turns the table; his father toasting, he doesn't drink."

The war that spread across three districts of Cat Getan pulled the whole Cat Getan back to the gang era overnight, and the biggest winner in the gang war was the Wei En and Kane families.

Now the gangs in Wei En City are either already recruited by the Wei En and Kane families, or they are gangs that the Wei En and Kane families are about to recruit. Who can Batman fight?

Still this question, the Waynes can easily produce evidence that Batman is a mental patient, and as guardians, they have the right to send Batman to a mental hospital.

Before, Batman could still shirk that Arkham Mental Hospital was already full. Now it's good, his fans even thoughtfully vacated the position for him.

Batman is no longer the only seedling of the Bat-family. Although the current Waynes are his biological parents, they can also be the biological parents of other Batmen. After all, except for him, other Batmen have no parents.

Even if he doesn't look for other Batmen, Robins are also good cultivation objects. Although the older batch missed the golden age of education, the younger Robins are all talented and gifted, as can be seen from Dick.

Batman, who lost his only-child status, really has to keep his tail between his legs, because he knows that if the Waynes propose to let him receive treatment in a mental hospital, the whole world will raise both hands in favor, including his friends.

Batman also knows he is a mental patient, he just doesn't want to change, so he won't give his parents any opportunity to treat him.

It's nothing to live in a mental hospital, but what if he gets cured?

But what if he gets cured while the Joker is watching?

Batman and the Joker are dynamically bound. If the Joker knows that because his side dropped the ball, both of them were cured, wouldn't the Joker fight him to the death?

For the current plan, let's be cowardly first.

Although not going down to stop the war is to maintain world peace, after all, he made such a big noise aggressively before, so he must find something to keep himself busy, so that he can explain why he didn't go down.

The road of fighting crime in Cat Getan City doesn't work. He can't grab the clouds and beat them up from such a high place. The only choice left for Batman is—tormenting Robin.

"The first part of this detective novel is called 'A Study in Scarlet'. Do you know what this reminds me of? That's right, the Riddler leaving traces on the wall is his habitual criminal method..."

The three Robins immediately became interested. Three heads gathered in front of the novel. They wanted to see how much ability this criminal who could make Batman think of the Riddler had.

"Tell me where Batman is."

A person wearing a steel helmet, a tight suit, and holding a barbed mechanical spear is pacing around a chair in a dim room.

The person sitting in the chair is very thin, with a head of green hair. He is bowing his head, but he can still vaguely see that big mouth grinning in the shadows.

"Haha... Hahahaha!"

He laughs lowly, then turns into crazy laughter. Puchi, a dagger stabs into his shoulder, but it doesn't stop the crazy laughter from spreading further.

"Tell me where Batman is!!"

The interrogator raised his tone. He stretched out a hand and pinched the Joker's neck tightly, looked into his eyes, and said: "Don't challenge my patience, lunatic. Your madness is not worth mentioning to me. I will dig out everything useful in your brain."

The Joker pursed his lips to imitate his expression, spat out his tongue strangely, and said: "You know you can't, otherwise why would we both be waiting here?"

But he couldn't discuss this topic with the Robins now because Thomas was there. Batman didn't want Thomas to know he was reading *Sherlock Holmes*, because to Thomas, being a detective wasn't exactly a respectable profession.

If you were already practicing as the world's greatest detective and still used your spare time to read about another world's greatest detective, Batman felt like he should write himself a psychiatric diagnosis.

Batman knew the content of the *Cat Getan Wharf Evening News* Thomas was reading. The front page mentioned that the Cat Getan Sky Island airport was under construction—a decent pre-dinner topic that would likely last until the food was served.

So, Batman spoke up: "I heard on the news that in about six months, Cat Getan will have its own new airport."

The Robins' attention was immediately captured. Tim said, "Really? The kind of airport for docking spaceships?"

"I heard so," Nightwing chimed in. "With an airport, we can resume normal traffic with the ground. We can ship goods or transport people."

"Are we going back to the top of the East Coast?" Red Hood asked.

"Of course, that is still Cat Getan," Thomas said. "We cannot abandon our home on the ground. It will be a better new city."

"And if certain people had spent three hours actually caring about the construction of the Sky Island, we wouldn't have to wait six months."

Facing Thomas's death stare, Batman silently turned his face away. This was why he wasn't in the lab despite having nothing to do—because if he didn't help build the Cat Getan airport but pulled out a pile of Batman gear from the lab, he would have to face Thomas's gaze every single day.

And he didn't help build the Cat Getan airport because he wasn't sure if letting Thomas and Martha develop the new Cat Getan was a good thing. If the ground-to-air transport channel opened so quickly, the two of them would devour all other investment groups.

Seeing Batman remain silent, Thomas withdrew his gaze, shook the newspaper, blocked his view with it, and said, "Elbows pointing outward."

Batman opened his mouth; he really wanted to retort.

Because he had recently discovered that large sums of Wei En Group funds were flowing into Mexico. He couldn't bear to think what Thomas was planning by developing real estate in the new city so urgently.

Until he figured that out, Batman absolutely couldn't let Thomas make any more money. That was why he would rather hide in the manor reading *Sherlock Holmes* than go to the lab to help build the Cat Getan airport.

Batman chose to continue playing dead.

This tactic usually worked. Martha and Thomas weren't the type of parents with extreme control issues; they were relatively open-minded, respected their children's wishes, and wouldn't interfere too much or pry too deeply as long as things didn't get too out of hand.

But Batman had just gone silent when Bruce brought the three kids over. Damian had also returned from school. Four children of similar age sat neatly opposite Batman.

"Then let's go Friday afternoon," Bruce said, looking past Dick at Jason. "We have to get our revenge. We can't let them be so arrogant. Who do they think they are, the bosses of Mulberry Street?"

"They certainly aren't!" Jason raised his voice. "It's not that I look down on them, but if that referee hadn't been biased, Bicker and I would have shown them!"

"Then it's settled." Bruce turned to Thomas. "Dad, I won't go to the lab on Friday. I'm going to play soccer with Jason to settle the score from last week's game."

Thomas shook his head helplessly. "It was just a friendly match. Don't take it so seriously."

"You have no idea how biased that referee was," Bruce said, tapping the table. "He didn't call two offsides against them. Jason's team didn't even lift their feet, and he blew his whistle like crazy, always calling fouls against us. I have to keep an eye on the referee this time..."

Thomas hummed softly, shook the newspaper again, and said, "Go ahead. Who would rely on you anyway?"

His gaze fell back onto Batman.

"And you intend to just sit there, not helping your mother and Alfred, and not even tying your napkin, hmm?"

"Stop talking nonsense, think of a way!! We need Batman to open the passage, so that the great one can bestow more power upon us!"

"But we need more power to break through the aliens' defense and get the Joker and the clues to Batman!"

"But we need Batman to..."

Dong—

The dull sound echoed in the conference room, and it was silent for an instant. The Owl Priest standing in the middle said in a tone that didn't sound like human language.

"I will contact the great one. A little of his grace is enough to eliminate all enemies..."

"Long live Barbatos..."

"Long live Barbatos..."

In the S. H. I. E. L. D. conference room, Grant Ward looked at the action team in front of him and said: "We were only one step away from breaking through the defense of the eastern position. That is an extremely important position. As long as we occupy it, we will take another step toward success. Please remember... Long live Hydra."

"Long live Hydra!"

"Long live Hydra!"

The afterglow of the sunset became more and more intense. The Gothic window of the Wei En Manor restaurant split the sunset into fine fragments, sprinkling them on the dining table.

When Batman walked down with his Robins, besides seeing Thomas and Martha, he also saw another person sitting on the side—Bruce Wei En.

Younger, more lively, the sunset falling on him burned the fresh vitality even more vigorously. When he looked over, the afterglow lit a scorching flame in his deep blue eyes.

An excellent graduate, Batman thought.