Chapter 2867

The main universe Batman actually discovered before that although the Batmen were generally the same, there were still some differences in the details, such as different ages, different temperaments, and many appearances that were also quite different.

The main universe Batman classified all the Batmen's appearances into several categories. The first category was those who were almost exactly the same as himself. The second category was those who should have looked the same as himself but were slightly different due to age. The third category was those who should also have looked the same as himself but had different temperaments, leading to them not looking very similar. The fourth category was those who didn't look like him at all.

That bastard belonged to a combination of the second and third categories. That is to say, theoretically, they should look exactly the same, but because of the different age and temperament, they didn't really look very similar.

Regarding Bruce's age, the main universe Batman actually also discovered a problem. In recent years, he didn't seem to have aged. He suspected that this might be because Bruce had obtained mysterious power, allowing his appearance to stay at twenty-something forever.

Of course, it could also be because this guy looked like an ignorant second-rate punk no matter how old he was, so he made people feel he was very young.

And at this moment, another Batman who was talking happily with the Waynes belonged to the third category, which was that he actually looked exactly the same as the main universe Batman, but because the temperament difference was too large, they didn't look very similar.

The biggest temperament difference was that this guy was a bit sunny, and not the kind of crazy sunny that Bruce had, but a very normal and healthy sunshine.

To what extent? It was that when the main universe Batman stood beside him, he always felt that he was the one who was wrong.

The last one who gave him this feeling was the Superman who had just debuted. Note, it had to be that small-town youth who had just debuted. The later Man of Steel was still a bit lacking. The long-term work as a reporter in a big city made him lack a bit of simplicity.

But at this moment, the main universe Batman saw this temperament that combined positivity, simplicity, and transparency in a Batman. He saw the same temperament in that Tim, so he felt that this might be their foster father.

Looking in a mirror with another person who was exactly the same as you was a very magical feeling, especially when that person clearly looked the same as you, but was completely different in every aspect.

The main universe Batman found it hard to resist observing him.

That guy who looked exactly the same as him, the main universe Batman now called him Sunny Batman, revealed a sunny smile that was completely worthy of his codename.

It wasn't the slightly malicious kind that Bruce had, nor was it the pretentious loud laughter of the block Batman, but a very normal, even warm smile full of nostalgia.

"That was a long time ago." He said, "I was hiding in my bedroom at the time. Alfred said he made my favorite cookies, but I was so depressed that I didn't even want to move. So he opened the door and put the cookies and milk on my bedside."

"I slept for more than ten hours. When I got up, my stomach hurt as if it was going to swallow me, but I found that the milk was still warm. Alfred must have been guarding me the whole time."

"I knew he was old and couldn't stay up all night like that. To put his mind at ease, I ate the cookies and sandwiches, drank a large glass of milk, and pushed him back to his own room."

"When I got back to bed, I found I couldn't sleep. Then I sat there and sorted through your belongings. It took about half the night to put them all in a box."

"The next morning, I drank a cup of strong tea and pulled myself together to attend your funeral. The presiding officiant skipped the part of viewing the remains. I guess Alfred was afraid of scaring me."

"But immediately after, he still found me a psychiatrist, and in the following years, I had to fill out a form almost every two months. Fortunately, I passed all the evaluations."

The look of nostalgia on this Batman's face grew stronger and stronger, and almost all Batmen would never be nostalgic. There was almost nothing in the first half of their lives worth being nostalgic about.

But just when this Batman revealed a look of nostalgia, the other Batmen all suddenly understood what he was recalling as if by divine inspiration.

"The first child I adopted was named Dick. He came from a gymnastics family. Some not-so-good things happened, but when he first came to Wei En Manor, the surprised, panicked, and slightly suspicious expression he had, I will never forget."

"He seemed to be wondering if he was dreaming. The only thing I regret is not recording that segment, otherwise I could have played it for him every time I caught him running around the manor."

"Once he found that box and opened it. I happened to walk in at that moment, and he revealed that expression again, as if he had made some mistake. But I knew he hadn't, because that wasn't something that couldn't be mentioned. I will never teach my children that death is something to be tabooed."

The main universe Batman's hand tightened slightly, but he wasn't holding anything. The moment his fingertips touched his palm, they bounced away as if he had been electrocuted.

"We looked at the photos in the box together. I told him about the time I spent with you. Although it wasn't very long, there were still many beautiful memories, and then he told me his."

"Neither of us minded that the other could say very little. When I saw him sitting on the bed holding the box, it was as if I saw myself back then, with cookies on the bedside, and warm milk. He could sleep for more than ten hours."

The Waynes sitting at the table listened quietly, seemingly using this to make up for the decades they had missed in their child's life. The other Batmen seemed to be doing their own things, but if their sharp ears really had hearing, then one must have been standing higher than the other, because they had more things to make up for.

"The second child I adopted was a troublemaker. He stole the tires of my Batmobile, which was enough to show his rich enthusiasm and talent, so I called the disaster he encountered next God's jealousy."

"We went through a disaster together. We weren't very well during that time. He would bury his head in sleep when depressed and not eat. When he woke up, he would be overly irritable and smash everything to pieces."

"When there was no medication, he would have nightmares constantly and then wake up in a fright. He would also lie on the side of the bed and vomit, although actually nothing could be vomited out. When there was medication, he would sit by the window in a daze, as if completely unable to think."

"This situation lasted for half a year. I was very fortunate that the group didn't have any very urgent work, and Batman was a freelancer. I took half a year off, and no major trouble occurred. Dick helped me share those trivial tasks. At that time, I realized he had grown up."

"Then Jason gradually got better. Frequent psychological therapy and medication control, up to twice a day, took effect. His reason gradually returned. I felt that the communication with Dick had a good effect, so I showed him your photos."

"But unfortunately, he still appeared very confused. It seemed that for him, parents were a very strange concept, and he had no real sense of the details between parents and children that I spoke of."

"I realized this was a problem, so I started to do it. I restored the playground in the garden that had been abandoned for more than ten years, just as Thomas had done for me. I used tires to make swings, buried the brackets of the parallel bars into the soil, and made seesaws and slides."

"When Jason saw all this, he seemed surprised. He felt embarrassed, panicked, and incredulous, and then he told me that he had long passed the age of playing with these things."

"But he didn't refuse." Batman laughed and said, "Because he just liked tires, even if it was just sitting on them and swinging back and forth."

"We spent a lot of boring time there. He sat on the tire, swinging with his hands on the rope. I sat in the sandbox, writing and drawing with branches, telling some interesting chemical reactions. Dick, with his amazing balance like a gymnastics expert, jumped steadily from the tree to the parallel bars."

"Every afternoon was like this, until the weather became gloomy, it started to rain, and it was stuffy and hot. We would return to the pavilion in the garden and have the afternoon tea prepared by Alfred."

"Of course, there was also a little guy I never expected, old Drake's son. He discovered my identity and soon joined our gang, squatting in the sandbox with me."

"I always felt he was the one most like me. His father always complained to me that he had given birth to a son for the Wei En family. I wouldn't say anything, but every time I would laugh secretly in my heart."

"Because if I had one more, he would have one less. If Tim used the energy he used on Wei En Group business on Drake Group, Wei En Group would have one more terrible competitor."

"Of course, what I said was only about sons. To talk about daughters, the one I value most is Cassandra. She is the most skilled in learning among everyone, and also the girl I admire most. She is simply like a Superman."

"But perhaps fathers and daughters are just like this. If I had met her earlier, she would definitely be the sweetheart who understood me best. But now it's a bit awkward. She has some little secrets of her own and is unwilling to tell me. I can't always keep asking, just hoping that one day I won't be shocked to hear the news that she's dating."

"I also have to mention Barbara, but she is too independent. Her father also raised her very well. Many times she will play the role of the hostess in the Bat-family, slightly more reliable than Catwoman, at least she hasn't taught anyone pickpocketing skills."

"And sports kid Duke. After he came, we could finally hold ball games in the backyard. But unfortunately, Damian came later, and I had to stop all competitive sports, otherwise he would have to play until he won."

"Damian is really eighty percent like his mother, and in the remaining twenty percent, one percent is like his grandfather. Every time I meet Talia, I am complaining. I admit I haven't paid her child support, but this is not the reason for her to let Damian dismantle Wei En Manor."

"When I first saw Damian, I thought I finally had the opportunity to raise a real child, not a half-grown teenager. But unfortunately, four-year-old Damian's grammar level was better than mine."

Batman muttered for a long time, and no one came to interrupt him. The atmosphere in the cave was quiet like this.

No Batman looked here, and no one appeared to be very concerned. They suddenly became busy, as if there was some century-old problem that had to be solved at this moment. If they were really doing academic research in this atmosphere, this little while would be enough for them to master controllable nuclear fusion.

But they all knew whether their brains were thinking about the topics they usually thought about. At least the main universe Batman knew that he had been recalling where he had put the belongings of his parents that he had sorted out many years ago.

And even if he came back to his senses now, he just felt a little funny—"Protecting a Batman like this? Me?"