Chapter 3630

Dining together was merely the first part of the banquet. They were to spend almost the entire evening together. After the meal, they would exchange Christmas gifts. Most of the Batmen had prepared gifts for Thomas and Martha, and Thomas and Martha had prepared gifts for them as well.

"Let me guess," Bruce said, holding a gift box, "a box of chocolates from the Weir Candy Company, a limited-edition car model toy from this year, a picture book of *Peter Pan* or *The Elves*. Or perhaps a ticket to the Gotham Amusement Park."

"Maybe it's all of them," the Adventure Batman said, looking at the box from left to right, "there must be candy inside. I guess not, maybe it's gummies produced in Germany."

"Absolutely impossible," the Main Universe Batman denied this guess, saying, "They would never increase our chances of seeing a dentist at any time. I have never eaten gummies."

"Me neither," Bruce nodded and said, "The sweetest thing I have ever eaten in my life is the cookies that Selina bought back."

He was the first to open the gift box, and then let out an exclamation. The Batmen sitting around him all stretched their necks to look over.

"A puzzle of Aisha!!!" Bruce opened the box, took out the package, and then said, "My god, when did they take the photo? It seems like when they took Aisha to the beach to play? This is taken really well! I will put it together and hang it on the wall of our wedding room!"

"It's actually customized?" the Adventure Batman said with some surprise, "It looks much more creative than Clark and Diana. The two of them only give cups or books. Let me see..."

He opened the box, was silent for a moment, and then quickly closed the lid. The Batmen nearby were paying attention to this, but most people were still guessing what was in their own boxes. His actions did not attract too much attention.

Only Bruce kept squeezing over here, and then asked: "What exactly is it? I showed you mine, you have to show me yours too."

The Adventure Batman lowered his voice and said: "Three movie tickets, it seems to be some animated movie. You must not shout, there are people here who are allergic to watching movies..."

Bruce showed a look of realization. He also lowered his voice and said: "They should have given you a Zorro sword or his mask. That would be cool!"

"They have given it before," the Adventure Batman said, "I even have a signed mask. I'm sure most of the Batmen here don't have one..."

The Main Universe Batman also opened his gift box. Bruce glanced at it and found that it seemed to be a letter signed by Thomas. The Main Universe Batman did not look at it immediately, but just put the letter away.

The things each Batman received were a bit different. Obviously, Thomas and Martha had done their homework. According to their different growth experiences, they gave different gifts.

The Batmen here now are all Bruce Wei En. The vast majority have spent a happy childhood with Thomas and Martha. Even if the details are slightly different, there are too many shared memories. Sitting around the dining table and the fireplace, recalling the good times in the past.

The Main Universe Batman, however, walked to the back of the banquet hall, standing in front of the window, staring at the garden outside. At this moment, light snow was still falling outside, and the huge oak tree in the center was covered with colored lights. The colorful light blurred on the mist of the glass, like fireworks constantly blooming.

"It's really a good day," the Arkham Batman walked over and said, "Why are you standing here? Don't you want to roast by the fire?"

"I'm not cold," the Main Universe Batman turned his head to look at him and asked with some surprise, "How much did you drink? You look like you're drunk."

"A little," the Arkham Batman leaned against the door frame of the back door and said, "I'm afraid I'll say something drunk in front of them, so I came over to sober up. But you only drank half a glass, why are you standing here too?"

"I'm just thinking," the Main Universe Batman said, "Thomas and Martha don't look like people who would want to host this kind of banquet. I'm wondering who gave them this suggestion."

"Do you think this is bad?"

"No," the Main Universe Batman slowly shook his head. He looked at the warm atmosphere in the banquet hall through the blurry reflection of the glass, and some of the counterparts were even drunk and swaying.

"I think this is very good," the Main Universe Batman said, "That's why I want to know who I should thank."

The Arkham Batman narrowed his eyes slightly, looking like he was trying hard to think, but in fact, his brain was not turning at all. He muttered a few words, and his eyes locked on a figure.

"I guess it's him," the person the Arkham Batman is looking at is Bruce.

"I think so too," the Main Universe Batman nodded and said, "But I don't think he just wants us to feel the happy Christmas atmosphere. Have you heard the news between the universes recently?"

"The news between the universes I've heard recently was told to me by NASA. They need funding," the Arkham Batman took a deep breath and said, "Every department needs funding. I need it too."

"Sounds like being president isn't a good job. How have you been lately?"

"Generally speaking, not bad, better than before. I am the best president in American history, I mean—the best fighting skills. No congressman can beat me. This makes me exceptionally smooth when pushing certain policies. Haha..."

"You really should sober up," the Main Universe Batman said, "Beating up congressmen won't solve the problem.... Yes, beating up congressmen can solve the congressmen, but you can't solve all the congressmen... Well, you can. God bless America."

"What are they saying over there again?" Bruce held a glass of wine and looked at the Main Universe Batman standing by the window and said, "It must not be anything good. Maybe they are lobbying our Mr. President to add a bat to the American flag."

"So he hasn't done that yet?" the Injustice Batman put down his wine glass and wiped his mouth with a napkin, "I thought the first thing he did when he took office was to do this. If it were me, I would do it."

"That's why you can't be president, buddy," a Batman wearing a dark blue cape said, "A real president would turn the 50 stars on the flag into 50 bats. This can show the leader's courage."

"You are really drunk," Bruce took another sip of wine and said, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, "50 stars represent 50 states. Printing just one bat means all power belongs to the president. This is a political signal."

"You are all drunk," the Devastator Batman curled his huge body into a single sofa and said, "Instead of changing the flag, shouldn't we change the name first? We should change the country's name to UnitedStatesofBat, abbreviated as USB."

"Sounds very technological," Bruce commented.

"Feels like data transmission will be very smooth," the Bat commented.

"Only one problem," the Batman with the dark blue cape said, "Then what should we call the USB?"

"Of course it's Bat USB!" the others said in unison.

It wasn't until everyone was drunk on the sofa that the banquet reached its true end. Martha's complaints about the banquet providing too much wine were drowned out by the nonsense of a bunch of drunk bats, the music played by the Bat-Monster Car, and the snoring of two Tyrannosaurus Rexes.

"It's a mess," Thomas looked at the drunks all over the floor and said, "The only good news is that judging from their alcohol tolerance, they don't usually drink heavily. My god, it's a good thing I chose to be a doctor instead of a teacher..."

Alfred tried hard to drag a certain Batman up from the ground, but failed, so he said to Thomas: "Come and help, Master. We have to send them all upstairs before dawn. This is a big project."

Thomas hurried over to help, and then said: "There's already a Batmobile, why isn't there a Batplane?"

"A very creative idea, Master. But even if there were, he should be flying in the air and vomiting right now."

Looking at the Bat-Monster Car leaking oil in the back garden, Thomas shook his head helplessly. At this time, a figure walked from the garden, and it was the Main Universe Batman. He didn't look drunk at all.

"My god! It's a good thing I have a reliable son! Come here quickly, Bruce. Move them upstairs."

The Main Universe Batman's footsteps paused. He said: "I think it's fine to let them lie here. They won't catch a cold anyway. Tomorrow morning, I will tell the first person among them who wakes up that everyone else is dead. This might make them realize the disadvantages of heavy drinking more deeply. What do you think? Dad?"

"From a doctor's point of view, I agree with what you said. But have you considered, what if the first one to wake up is the Tyrannosaurus Rex? He will tear this place down, and then your mother will plant both of us in a flower pot! Come here and help!"

The Main Universe Batman had no choice but to walk over. Martha hurried down from upstairs and said: "Give them hangover medicine first, otherwise more than half of them will start vomiting in the middle of the night. Thomas, you'd better not ask me why I know. Remember that dark green silk bed sheet I like best?"

"Don't talk about this, the child is still here!"

In the midst of the busyness, they sent all the Batmen to their rooms. Thanks to the magical building system of the Battleworld, Wei En Manor added several floors, giving each Batman a room.

"When Bruce gave me the suggestion, why didn't I think that I would have a group of drunk sons!" Thomas leaned on the stair railing, panting, "Did you read the letter I gave you? Bruce?"

The Main Universe Batman, who was standing by the fireplace drying his coat, said: "I will read it, Dad."

"Why don't you look that happy?"

"If you can allow yourself to have many drunk sons, then perhaps you can also allow yourself to have an introverted son."

"Just like that?"

"I don't think I was very lively when I was a child," the Main Universe Batman sat down on the sofa and said, "I don't praise all this not because I think it's bad, but because I'm not used to being ecstatic."

"Not even after getting drunk?"

"I usually choose not to get drunk."

"Alright. If that's who you are," Thomas stretched and said, "I'm going upstairs to rest, you should go to sleep early too."

After everyone left, the Main Universe Batman sat in front of the fireplace and read the letter. Then the next morning, all the Batmen who had woken up saw the Main Universe Batman lying on the sofa by the fireplace, and wine bottles scattered all over the floor.

?? Numerous Bats (NumerousBats, abbreviated as NB)

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