Chapter 2414

Regardless, these peripherals were very effective at soothing the Batmen, and the Batmen, in a good mood, didn't seem to mind leaving a part of themselves behind for the lunatics as souvenirs.

It might seem a bit out of character for Batman, but it's hard to say who is truly crazier: this group of Batmen from the Dark Multiverse or the Arkham ensemble from the Light Multiverse.

Previously, during the battle against the Gravity King and that giant spider, the Doomsday Batman evolved a thick, hard shell and could regenerate his skin and the spikes on it in a very short time, so he quickly produced quite a few spikes and distributed them to the lunatics.

The Mechanical Batman had some spare parts—not anything high-tech, mostly replacements for worn-out arm armor layers, buttons for cape connectors, and the like. He had already replaced the ones consumed in battle, and the remaining ones, which he didn't need for the time being, were also tossed to them.

The Bat-Monster Car did have a rather explosive souvenir; he gave them the spare tire from his trunk. It was a massive tire, taller than a person, and judging by the look on Red Hood's face, it shouldn't be long before the Arkham ensemble's current base is raided by a righteous superhero.

Little Bruce didn't receive much attention at all because he was wearing a mask, and when a child of that age appears beside a typical Batman, it's basically assumed to be a new Robin he's found; the lunatics couldn't be bothered to pay attention to a brat.

However, Little Bruce left the lunatics with the most practical souvenir—a mark from him, to prevent any more insurance investigators from emerging among this group of lunatics.

After the lunatics left, the members of the Bat-Family and the group of Batmen were finally able to set off for Wei En Manor. Their landing site was not far from the manor, and they soon arrived in front of the manor's main gate.

The first problem appeared: the main gate of Wei En Manor was very large, but that was only relative to humans. No manor should have been built for the day a Tyrannosaurus Rex would pass through. The T-Rex, the Bat-Monster Car, and the larger-bodied Doomsday Batman could not fit inside.

Alfred stood inside the gate, looking very distressed. He said, "Perhaps we could dismantle a section of the wall to let you in, but I'm afraid the Master and the Lady won't be very happy to see the destroyed gate when they return later. It would remind them of the unpleasant experience of using cannonballs to destroy each other's family gates when they were arguing..."

"Then what about the garden, Alfred?" Batman proposed a hypothesis, "Dismantling the garden wall to let them in won't affect the aesthetic appearance of the building."

After thinking for a moment, Alfred said, "That would be possible, but you must be extra careful because the dining utensils have already been set out. A moment of carelessness and they'll be shattered all over the ground, and the garden..."

"The garden is something you've meticulously maintained." Nightwing immediately chimed in, "It's spring now, the season for plant pollination. If we ruin the garden now, there won't be any flowers to look at for the entire year."

"I'm glad you remember so clearly." Alfred led them toward the garden. After circling the entire manor, they finally arrived at the rear of the manor, which was where the garden wall was located.

It wasn't necessary to go through the trouble of dismantling the wall; the two large dinosaurs shoved against it, and the wall collapsed in large sections. The group walked along the only main path in the back garden.

Calling it walking would be better described as moving cautiously, because their sizes were so large that it was truly difficult not to bump into the surrounding flowers and plants. Doomsday Batman's pace could be described as stealthy, the Batmobile performed a stunt of sliding on one side in place, and the T-Rex was even walking with a cat-like gait.

Once they arrived in the garden, they couldn't move freely because, as Alfred said, it was filled with pots and jars that were a bit too delicate for them. A slightly heavy step, and their brunch for today would consist only of glass shards.

The two T-Rexes walked to the base of the largest tree in the back garden, lay down, and curled up to take a nap. The Bat-Monster Car parked in the small square outside the pavilion and entered system hibernation, ignoring the Robins climbing all over him. Doomsday Batman was slightly better off; he crouched on the grass in the shrubbery, watching Alfred prepare the food.

Alfred was preparing the charcoal for the roasting oven. He used iron tongs to pick up a piece of charcoal and stuff it into the oven. Just then, a mechanical hand also picked up a piece of charcoal and threw it into the oven. Alfred turned his head to look at the Mechanical Batman, smiled, and said, "Thank you."

The Mechanical Batman's eyes flickered. He seemed to feel very happy, happy that Alfred didn't say anything like "guests should go over there and wait for a while."

Batman went to the living room, preparing to welcome Thomas and Martha. The two came in with a rush, as if a storm had swept through the peaceful manor.

"Trusting that old fox Lenos is absolutely the stupidest move you could make." Martha walked quickly in front, saying without looking back, "His flowery plans are nothing but bragging. He's been a liar from start to finish. You're simply crazy, Thomas."

"But his investment plan does have its merits." Thomas said, "And the two development groups under him can indeed help us occupy more favorable plots of land. I don't think appropriate cooperation with him is a move without any gains."

"But you trust him too much, blinded by his sweet talk." Martha stopped, turned her head to look at Thomas, and said, "You've lost the caution a businessman should have and are falling off a cliff."

"I said this is only limited cooperation, and I've already said it many times." Thomas spread his hands and said, "We recognize the danger of the jackal, but that doesn't mean we can't let it bite off a piece of the other party's meat. You always mix too much personal emotion into your judgments."

"But this kind of emotion has saved us more than once!" Martha raised her voice and said, "This is not at all the 'unreasonable female intuition' you talk about, but an accurate judgment based on emotion. That damn Italian is simply unreliable. Any cooperation with him will end in a mess!"

"No, I think you should calm down, Martha..."

Batman was already used to this scene.

Thomas and Martha were a loving couple in most situations, but friends who have experienced married life should understand that being loving and arguing are two different things.

Couples who have never had a disagreement since marriage and have grown old together are certainly great, but that assumes the relationship between the two is very simple—pure love and family affection, where both only provide emotional support to each other without making any interest-based judgments.

Once the relationship becomes complicated, it is truly difficult to avoid arguments, especially in situations where both parties have significant conflicts of interest, such as doing business together, being business partners, or even being rivals in the business world. Arguing is a common occurrence.

Thomas and Martha were not people who were very willing to argue over emotional issues, because they both rationally understood that emotional matters cannot be argued clearly and cannot be debated clearly.

Topics like "do you love me," "who do you love more," or "who loves whom a little more" might be the favorites of young people in love, but they are not the daily topics of mature, middle-aged couples.

With age and emotions developed to this point, responsibility and the future are what they talk about frequently. Under the circumstances of shouldering common responsibilities and imagining the same future, talking about these things makes their relationship better, which is also the spiritual pillar for many middle-aged couples.

But the problem is that Thomas and Martha have another relationship: business partners, the most solid allies in the business world, and spokespeople for the marriage of two families.

Doing business is different from emotions; it must be one is one and two is two. Every decision made must be careful, cautious, and traceable. Truth becomes clearer through debate.

This leads to the fact that once there is a disagreement, it is bound to be argued to the end until a result acceptable to both parties is reached, which is no different from business negotiations.

Therefore, it is already a common occurrence for the two of them to have intense debates in various parts of Wei En Manor.

And as for how Batman views this matter, he can only say that these two, one by one, are all unskilled, addicted to the drama, and talk too much.

Actually, Thomas and Martha's business acumen is already quite good among ordinary people, but they are ordinary people after all, and they are more than an order of magnitude behind Batman.

Wei En Enterprises was actually just a local enterprise in Thomas's era; it only developed to its current scale under Batman's management. The things they worry about and argue about every day have actually been settled by Batman long ago.

But does Batman dare to say so? Of course he doesn't dare. As long as the argument reaches the "you come and judge" stage, anyone who knows a little psychology should understand that this is not "you come and judge" at all, but rather "we have argued enough and are preparing to join forces to find a punching bag."

Batman always sighs at these moments that his usual habit of speaking less is still useful, because it makes his silence during the judging stage seem very reasonable. Besides not letting himself get into trouble, it can also fully exercise the emotional intelligence of the Robin who is unfortunately caught.

However, today is not looking good, Batman thought. If the two of them are in the heat of an argument and see the large pile of strange-looking Batmen he brought back, a disaster will occur.

But even if he had anticipated it in advance, Batman didn't know how to stop it. The intensity of interpersonal interactions recently has been a bit too high for him. His brain for this part wasn't working well to begin with, and now it has completely given up struggling and has been smoking for a long time.

Perhaps considering that there would be children nearby, Thomas and Martha temporarily ceased their hostilities and walked toward the garden. Passing by the sofa, Thomas patted Batman on the shoulder, signaling him to follow.

In the past, Batman would have felt very warm, but now he feels the fireplace by the sofa is warmer.

But there was no other way; he had to stand up and walk toward the back garden with Thomas and Martha. After passing through the long corridor, the scene in front suddenly opened up, and the sunlight in the sunroom was just right.

When their eyes adjusted to the sudden stimulation of light, the scene that appeared before Thomas and Martha left them dumbfounded.