Chapter 2413

The Batmen received an unimaginably warm welcome.

Batman had always been accurate in looking at people. Nightwing was indeed a polite good child, because now Damian had already scrambled onto the back of the Bat-Tyrant Dragon.

"Wow, cool!" Damian lowered his head and looked left and right. The Bat-Tyrant Dragon roared with his head raised, but because his two little short hands couldn't reach the back area directly above him at all, he could only shake his head and wag his tail, trying to shake off the thing on his back.

Red Hood was obviously more interested in the Bat-Monster Car. This car was actually very large, taller than Red Hood, and that huge tire was just about to reach the top of his head. Red Hood looked like he was standing in front of a small black hole.

"Hehe, don't touch my tires, no, stay away from that screw, kid." The Bat-Monster Car twisted his tires, wanting to stay away from Red Hood, but at this time Red Robin had already climbed into the car along the car door.

"God, Jason, look quickly," Red Robin shouted downward: "There really is a steering wheel inside, and there are brakes too."

The Bat-Monster Car sighed heavily and said: "I am a car, how could I not have a steering wheel and brakes? Or is it that the Batman of your universe controls his Batmobile through his mind?"

"I guess he has always intended to do so." Red Robin started to mess around in the driver's cab, his butt twisting left and right as if needles were growing on it, and finally had to admit, "God! Damian, you are right, this is cool, a talking Batmobile!"

"I'll say it again, I am not a talking Batmobile, I am a car-form Batman!" The Bat-Monster Car raised his voice, emphasizing.

Before bringing these Batmen back, the main universe Batman obviously hadn't introduced them to the Batman family. In fact, he didn't know how to introduce them at all. This was truly too difficult to describe, so he only said he was going to bring some things back.

This led to the members of the Batman family now thinking that these strange-looking things were Batman's large-sized peripherals, similar to their father going out to work for a day and bringing back a pile of toys for them. Otherwise, why would the Batman family all appear, even Barbara came?

What was even more fatal was that because Damian couldn't control his mouth, he said it all out as soon as he was proud, and then it spread to the ears of the Arkham team. If there was anyone else in this world who would like Batman's peripherals more than the Batman family, that would probably only be this group of lunatics in Arkham.

So this time people came so neatly, in fact, it wasn't because they really welcomed Batman back, but because the fanatical fan group rushed over to grab peripherals.

With a bang, Damian was directly hammered off the back of the Bat-Tyrant Dragon by a big hammer. Harley Quinn jumped onto the back of the Bat-Tyrant Dragon and jumped up happily.

"Oh hoo! I reminded Joker last night that he must come, but he still overslept, so this cute big toy is mine alone. He can't think about grabbing it from my hands again. Can you imagine? A Batman-colored big dinosaur!"

"Get down! Get down! You get down for me!!" The Bat-Tyrant Dragon roared: "I am not a Batman-colored big dinosaur, I am a Bat-Tyrant Dragon!"

Cole Norton on the side bumped Harley Quinn down with a headbutt, but Damian jumped up again, holding the head of the Bat-Tyrant Dragon tightly and not letting go, shouting to Red Robin on the other side: "Come quickly, come quickly, we can ride this dinosaur and go for a turn in the city! My classmates will be envious to death!!!"

"No, we are going to drive!" Red Robin replied while preparing to short-circuit and start the car: "Riding a dinosaur or something is too childish. Drag racing is the romance belonging to men. Jason, you go see how much oil is left in the tank. We might be able to slide along the Cat Getan River for a turn!"

"Hello." Barbara was obviously more interested in the Mechanical Batman, because this body had an exposed mechanical modification form. From the left collarbone to the right waist, it looked like a complete mechanical arm, and the circuit patterns on it were flashing with bright light, looking full of sci-fi feeling.

"Excuse me, but can I ask, is this an exoskeleton or..."

"This is a mechanical body."

"It is very perfect," Barbara evaluated: "And the aesthetic style is very unique. It doesn't look like the kind of mechanical product that Batman would build."

"Because this is indeed not built by Batman," Mechanical Batman replied: "And I am not a mechanical product, I am Batman."

Among all the Batmen, the Doomsday Batman, whose styling was the most eye-catching, naturally became the object of interest for other lunatics in Arkham.

When the Doomsday Batman was still Batman, he was full of majesty when facing this group of lunatics. At that time, except for a very few criminals, the vast majority of people ran away when they saw him. For his emotions, it was mainly fear. He had never seen this scene of being fanatically surrounded by a large group of criminals. These people looked at him as if looking at a piece of meat steak about to be divided.

Batwoman and Flash Batman were relatively quiet because their styling wasn't outstanding. However, the Batman family seemed to recognize them as Batman's new friends, and it was also possible that they were new members of the Batman family, thinking they were similar to Robin, other new heroes who put on uniforms and joined the cause of fighting crime.

Nightwing thought that as the older brother in the Batman family, he should express their welcome attitude, so he walked up to shake hands with the two of them and said: "Hello, welcome to Cat Getan."

Batwoman and Flash Batman obviously wanted to say something, but finally held it back. Being told welcome to Cat Getan was indeed a very novel experience.

Flash Batman hadn't said anything yet, but Batwoman was in the mood of a fun-loving person who would beat children on a rainy day when she was idle, so she played the role of a new hero very well.

"Hello, you dress like an agent. Which department do you work in?"

"I am indeed an agent, but I think now is not a good time to talk about work. Alfred should have already prepared a sumptuous welcome banquet in the manor. I think we can go over now. Perhaps Thomas and Martha will also come back."

"I have already sent them a text message." Batman was silent for a long time and didn't stop the Batman family's nonsense. In fact, it was because he was checking the approximately 999 unread messages Thomas had sent him.

"They will come back to eat at 10 o'clock in the morning," Batman continued: "We will eat brunch in the restaurant in the garden, and then they will come to pick up Damian to go to the company."

"No, I'm not going," Damian started to wail: "I want to take a day off and play! How can I leave a super cool big dinosaur alone and go watch some real estate report?"

Batman felt that Damian was becoming more and more like a child. Originally he should have felt happy about this, because sometimes he really felt that Damian was more bitter and deep than him. He thought this was not good.

But Damian's childishness didn't come at a very good time. Batman wasn't very clear whether Thomas and Martha still had sufficient patience to deal with Damian's sudden rebellion after watching such a pile of strange-looking Batmen. And if not, which one of the 256 hiding spots in the garden would be better to hide in?

They finally started to head toward Wei En Manor in a mighty way. Batman started to stare at the Arkham team who had no self-awareness and looked like they were going to follow them with a death gaze.

"Hey, don't be like this, handsome," Harley Quinn started using the coquettish method to muddle through, "We are working for you now. Could it be that you are not even willing to treat us to a small brunch? Or it's fine if we take some souvenirs now. I only want a spike from that big guy's body. You hurry and help me hold him down."

Generally, Batman's method of solving being entangled by this group of people was to punch them unconscious and then throw them into Arkham Asylum. But now he couldn't do this temporarily, because now the two major companies were busy with real estate, and there was insufficient manpower to rebuild Cat Getan. This group of lunatics was the mainstay. If they were knocked unconscious, no one would work.

"Impossible," Batman replied: "I can't hold him down."

But this group of mental patients obviously didn't intend to let him go. They expressed dissatisfaction one after another, painfully telling that as a mental patient, they bravely took on the responsibility when Cat Getan needed them most, stuck to their posts while sick, but couldn't even get a small souvenir. Could this city still be good?

Batman really had no other way, so he had to let Flash Batman run to Wei En Manor at the fastest speed and bring over a pile of Batman peripherals he had bought when he participated in the Cat Getan Music Festival.

That's right, when the Cat Getan Music Festival was held, the Batmen also contributed their share to Cat Getan's GDP this year, and it was a very large share.

It could only be said that if given a chance to buy goods, he could eat his own goods so that other fans had no goods to eat. If given the identity of the world's richest man, he could buy out the entire production line of products. The high revenue report that made Roy excited to the point of almost having a heart attack was just the tip of the iceberg of his strength. The expenditure bill that made Thomas's blood pressure soar again was just a small stumbling block on his road of love.

Even the Arkham Knight, the five-star general from the Arkham Knight universe, evaluated it like this: he never dreamed that the first birthday gift he received in his life, which was spent between living and dying for almost 30 years, would be a super-sized Batman doll stuffed to him by Batman.

After the packed box of peripherals was unpacked, this group of lunatics and Robins finally quieted down, but soon Batman regretted the decision he made.

Batman's number one fanatical fans were the Arkham team and the members of the Batman family, but the number one fanatical fan of Batman was Batman. As soon as the box was unpacked, this group of strange-looking Batmen rushed up first.

Batwoman stretched out her arm and tried hard to dig out something from that huge box. She patted the dust on it, looked up and down at the cute Batman doll made into a dumpling, and said: "Didn't expect you to like this. What is this? A pillow?"

The Bat-Tyrant Dragon directly arched everyone away. Cole Norton used her superpower to keep stealing things from the box—dolls, pillows, movable blocks, notebooks, keychains, Batman-themed backpacks.

Doomsday Batman squatted beside the box, looking like a black bear breaking corn, picked up a stamp album to look at and put it down, and then looked at a whole set of stamps beside it.

The peripherals in a box with a side length of 1.5 meters were divided up at a dazzling speed in just a few dozen seconds. Every Batman was full of harvest.

And Batman only felt his heart was bleeding. And Batman knew Batman best. They knew that if Batman had Batman peripherals, there wouldn't only be this box. Their eyes looking at him started to look more and more like looking at a piece of meat steak waiting to be divided.