Chapter 2851: The Great Battle of the Lego Minifigures! (Part 16)

"Alright, I probably understand." Batman sighed and lowered his hands in frustration, saying, "I thought I could completely rely on my own nature to make people feel that I am a popular person."

"You are indeed, it's

"Do I really still have a chance to make amends? They don't even bring me along to parties anymore." Batman choked up; although he didn't know why he would get drunk from drinking grape juice, he certainly looked a bit tipsy.

"Don't worry, they will come looking for you soon."

"Really? Will they apologize to me?"

"More than that, they will sincerely express their apologies to you and ask you to return to the team."

Batman's mood improved, and he said hesitantly: "Is that so? Am I that important?"

At this moment, Shiler had already stood up, walked toward the upstairs, and said: "Yes, you are the core figure; the Justice League cannot do without you."

Before walking into the bedroom and closing the door, Shiler added in his heart, "Mainly because they will soon encounter a big problem where they can't do without you."

In Barbara's office, Superman paced with his arms crossed, saying: "I have never seen such a dark person; even the sunlight cannot illuminate his inner self. I believe he will be our main enemy for some time to come."

"He is Batman..."

"No, he isn't." Superman shook his head and said: "Batman isn't like that. Although Batman is dark on the surface, he is actually a sensitive and fragile person, but what we saw that day was simply a tall wall of darkness; just looking at it makes one feel despair."

"Then let me rephrase: he is very much like Batman."

"Diana and I suspect that Batman might have lost his own DNA, leading some evil organization to create an evil clone that magnified his dark side..."

"Gordon and I think so too," Barbara said. "The problem is that he has Batman's skills, but is far more evil and terrifying than Batman."

"No, I have to go see the real Batman," Superman said. "I have to explain to him that the party was actually..."

Just as he said this, Superman's communicator rang, and he had to open his phone and say to the other side: "Hello?... What did you say? The Phantom Zone prison has rioted??? All the criminals have escaped???"

Batman put his gear back on, grabbed several boxes of cookies Alfred had prepared for him, and got into the Batmobile.

The car sped all the way to Cat Getan's largest orphanage. As soon as he got out of the car, he received a warm welcome. Batman managed to pull himself together and said: "Yes, the great Dark Hero has come to see you all again. These are today's cookies..."

Batman brought the boxes down, and the children quickly gathered around. They passed the cookies back in an orderly fashion. The boy wearing glasses standing at the very front said: "Is this Alfred's handiwork this time? I'm not saying the ones bought at the store aren't good, but I still prefer his..."

"Don't you worry," Batman said with a smile, patting his head. "I knew you were all gluttons; Alfred had it prepared long ago."

The children cheered and ran to the back with the cookies, while the boy who asked the question stood there shyly. Batman turned to look at him, then said hesitantly: "Sorry, I can't stay with you all much longer today; I still have some of my own business to attend to, but next time I definitely will..."

"Oh, it's not like that, um, I..." The boy took out a piece of paper from behind his back somewhat embarrassedly and said: "I'm old enough now and am about to leave the orphanage. You have always been my idol, and I wanted you to sign my graduation certificate..."

"Oh, that." Batman smiled and said: "No problem."

As he took the paper and picked up a pen, the phone rang just as he was about to sign. He had to tuck the phone between his ear and shoulder, and Superman's anxious voice came from the other side.

"It's bad, Batman. The criminals in the Phantom Zone have rioted, and many of them have escaped. They know I'm in Cat Getan and are currently rushing toward here..."

Batman's eyes widened. He knew this was a serious matter. The criminals locked in the Phantom Zone were all evil villains who had once attacked Metropolis. Unlike the lunatics in Cat Getan, the criminals in the Phantom Zone were extremely powerful, with the ability to move mountains and drain seas. Now that they had all escaped at once, it would surely bring about a terrible disaster.

Batman hurriedly signed his name on the paper, stuffed the paper and pen into the boy's arms as fast as he could, and said: "Sorry, something has come up again; the best vigilante must take action!"

After saying this, he flicked his cape, boarded the Batmobile, stepped on the gas, and the pitch-black car disappeared into the night.

The boy was not disappointed at all; instead, he spun around in excitement. He unfolded the crumpled paper, and the header on the paper clearly read "Orphan Adoption Agreement."

Returning to Wei En Manor, Tim sighed. This errand was truly difficult to handle; breaking the locks of the Phantom Zone prison had taken a lot of effort, and he had to avoid Superman on the way back. Fortunately, it was all done in the end, and he could finally have a cup of coffee and rest.

Alfred smiled at him and brought over a steaming cup of coffee and a soft, sweet croissant. Tim rubbed his hands together, preparing to enjoy his late-night snack.

The lights in the manor were mostly turned off, with only two small lamps left in the dining room. The light was somewhat dim, but it made one feel sleepy and comfortable.

With a "whoosh," a black shadow streaked past the window. Tim, who was just about to take a bite of the croissant, rolled his eyes to the side, discovered there was no further movement, and then turned his attention back to the food.

Creak...

The manor's gate was opened a crack. Tim slowly narrowed his eyes, his hand reaching toward the batarangs at his waist.

With a "swish," Tim turned his head abruptly, only to find the coffee cup on the table was gone, and when he turned his head back, the croissant in his hand was also gone.

Tim's eyes widened, and he slammed the table, shouting: "Who?!"

Looking at the water stain left where the coffee cup had been, and seeing his perfect late-night snack had vanished, Tim went to the Batcave's surveillance room in a fit of anger.

From here, he could see every room in Wei En Manor. Soon, he spotted a sneaky figure in the utility room next to the kitchen, crouching in a corner and stuffing bread into his mouth, holding that very cup of coffee in his hand.

"Hey, who are you? How did you get in?" Tim shouted at him through the camera, but the other party seemed startled, looking left and right blankly with his cheeks puffed out.

He swallowed the food in his mouth with great effort, gulped down the coffee, wiped his mouth, cleared his throat, and said: "I am, I am Batman's adopted son..."

Tim was stunned. You're Wei En's adopted son? Then who am I?

He saw that figure pull out a piece of paper. Through the camera, Tim saw it was an adoption agreement issued by an orphanage, with Batman's name signed on it.

Wait a minute, what is the name written in the adoptee column? Richard Grayson?

So this guy is Dick???

Tim thought about it and felt that the timeline of this universe should be about at the point where Dick gets adopted, except that the Dick in their universe didn't have any adoption agreement; otherwise, that guy wouldn't still be surnamed Grayson, but should have changed it to Wei En.

He ran out of the surveillance room and went to the kitchen, pulling Dick out. Dick had eaten too fast just now and was coughing violently, so Tim had to go to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water.

"Are you okay? Where's Batman?"

"I was about to ask you that," Dick said, wiping his mouth. "He disappeared right after he finished signing my adoption agreement."

"So you found your way here. Do you know that Batman is actually Wei En?"

"Is he? I just found this address on the express delivery slip he sent to the orphanage earlier."

Tim slapped his forehead, but suddenly Dick let out a scream and said: "You mean Batman is Bruce Wei En?! I've been adopted by the world's richest man?!!!"

"Theoretically speaking, yes, but we'll have to wait for him to come back to know what's going on." Tim always felt that Dick's adoption wasn't that simple.

"Uh, speaking of which," Dick looked at Tim and said: "Are you his adopted son too? Don't you have a uniform or something?"

"I do, but I'm not wearing it," Tim shook his head and said: "Don't look at me with that expression. Being an assistant doesn't necessarily mean you have to wear spandex, especially when a certain uniform has already been worn by the previous two people."

Regarding the uniform, Tim remembered many things. His biological father was still alive, so he had two fathers, and he always emphasized to Batman that he loved him the most.

Since Nightwing and Red Hood were also still alive, Batman had three Robins. Batman also always emphasized to him that he loved him the most, and for this reason, he adjusted the third-generation Robin's uniform to make it look different from the previous two, and assured him that no one else had ever worn this uniform.

Tim certainly believed him, although he also knew that Batman kept the previous two Robins' costumes well-preserved. Still, he wore the new clothes and showed off in front of the other two for more than half a month, and successfully got beaten up twice.

It seemed he had been lost in memory for too long. Dick broke free from Tim's hand and started scavenging in the kitchen again. Just as Tim was about to go over to stop him, he saw a flash in the sky outside the window.

The two stood stunned at the kitchen window together. Outside, thick, heavy storm clouds parted at the horizon, but what was revealed was not the light of dawn, but a deeper, darker purple night.

Countless massive figures appeared on the skyline, baring fangs and brandishing claws, wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves; an atmosphere of doomsday permeated the entire city.

Tim took a few steps back, reached for the gear at his waist, stared out the window, and muttered to himself: "Damn, we have to find a way to help Batman."

Dick also became a bit nervous. He started pacing in circles on the spot, muttering incessantly, "It's over, it's over. I haven't even received assistant training yet; I haven't even worn a uniform! How am I supposed to..."

Tim was getting dizzy from him swaying around, so he pulled him over and said: "If Batman had been planning to find an assistant, he must have prepared gear. I'll take you to the Batcave to look for it."

"Do I really have to go? Are these guys really something I can handle?" Dick was pulled by Tim toward the Batcave, his mouth not idle, muttering and asking for directions.

Arriving at the equipment vault beneath the Batcave, Tim first picked at his ear, sighed in his heart, and said: "It's a good thing the Dick in my universe isn't as talkative as you. Get in."