Chapter 40 The Owl is Unhappy The Big Owl is Unhappy

All four people present were in a very bad mood.

“There’s no need for that. I believe I can handle it myself.” Thomas held the axe in both hands, tossed it around, and suddenly smiled.

The face was indeed pleasing to the eye, but considering he was dressed in blood-soaked clothes, holding an axe, and with a person nailed to the mattress...

“Thomas, how about we put this scoundrel down first? I don’t want him to accidentally die and become a ghost haunting Wayne Manor…” Bruce said weakly, secretly shifting his position, trying to stand between Thomas and the bed without leaving a trace.

Unfortunately, he was standing by the window just now.

Thomas moved with lightning speed, striking the unfortunate assassin right next to the ear with his axe.

The assassin let out a weak scream.

"Do you all have to bother me when I'm in a bad mood?" Thomas pulled the axe from between the springs. "Do you really think I have a good temper?"

“Thomas…” Bruce covered his head, “Have you ever thought about what would happen if he really died?”

"I've told you everything... please..."

Thomas swung his axe at the mattress again, this time narrowly missing the assassin's scalp, as if toying with his prey: "What can anyone do to me? At most, they'll send me to Arkham for a few years to recuperate. They're not even going to send me to St. Elizabeth's Asylum."

Bruce had to take action now, and he gestured to Alfred to stop Thomas.

He was separated by a bed (a double bed at that), with a pile of sheets, blankets, and pillows tripping over his feet, making it really difficult to perform.

Thomas drew his axe again, this time aiming at what appeared to be the assassin's arm.

Alfred reacted quickly, pulling Thomas away as he raised the axe.

Thomas took a few steps back, following his momentum.

“Calm down, Thomas!” Bruce said sternly.

“I’m perfectly calm,” Thomas replied, flicking his wrist to toss the axe, which landed squarely on the mattress. “That’s why I only chopped this mattress. I always know exactly what my goal is and what I need to do to achieve it.”

The most important thing now is the quantum state bomb. Killing this person in front of Bruce would obviously affect his disguise and directly cause Batman to cause trouble for him.

...

Okay, if you call this "calming down".

Bruce went to call the police, while Thomas pulled out the knife that was pinning the killer down.

After regaining his "freedom," the assassin immediately rolled to the ground, fearing that Thomas would go berserk again.

"Do you know how these guys got in, young master Thomas?"

Even with the discerning eye of a top agent, Alfred couldn't fathom how those two assassins managed to get in; there should have been at least a sliver of warning.

"..." Thomas suddenly sat down on the mattress and bounced twice. "I think someone has probably obtained Wayne Corporation's security keys."

“This is truly terrible news,” Alfred shook his head. “How much authority do our enemies have?”

all.

Because Thomas himself had hacked part of the security system leading to his room, his original plan for tonight was to distract Dick and keep Bruce occupied, and then sneak away.

If Dick hadn't suddenly walked in, he probably would have already "created" the quantum bomb in the lab today.

The key point is that Dick barged into his room for some reason, just walked around for a moment, and then ran away.

Judging from the movements, it seemed the original plan was to cover him with a blanket, but for some reason... well, Dick seemed to be frightened by him.

This seems to be another difference; the Dick in this universe seems to be a bit more timid.

But Thomas didn't really want to make everything too clear-cut. After all, all humanity originated from that one source, and the Dick here is also a possibility of Earth's three Dicks. Knowing that is enough.

Considering that Dick might return at any time, and that the miniature surveillance on the lantern showed that Bruce and Dick had not successfully restrained each other, Thomas had no choice but to waste another night staying obediently in the bedroom.

How annoying, the day the earth explodes has been postponed another day.

If this continues, when will humanity's cycle of evil end?

Unfortunately, just as he was in a bad mood, the second visitor tonight was neither Bruce, Alfred, nor Dick.

Instead, they were a bunch of clumsy killers.

Thomas quickly chased away the group of useless guys (his plane was right outside, so dealing with them was a piece of cake), and casually embedded one of the slower ones into the mattress (the main purpose was to protect the furniture in Wayne Manor, as it would be too much trouble to keep changing it).

At this moment, he checked the surveillance footage and found that the other three members of the family had successfully reunited and were happily warming themselves by the fire.

Thomas, seething with anger, stole a decorative axe from the hallway and strode around "searching" for his "missing" family members.

To make it more convincing, he even checked out the rooms of several people and "coincidentally" found the three of them sitting by the fire discussing what Thomas was afraid of.

He listened to the whole thing without commenting on Bruce's views, but was somewhat speechless when he heard Dick's suggestion.

Then they called Bruce and Alfred over... leaving the rather timid Dick by the fireplace (understandable, given that this is a relatively peaceful world and Dick hasn't seen much blood).

“I don’t think it’s much,” Thomas said to Alfred, regaining his composure. “Probably only the alarm system was affected; some other systems are still operational.”

Yes, the security system near his room was faulty.

“So I’m moving out tomorrow,” Thomas said, intending to lie down, but then he remembered that a killer who had climbed in through the window and was still covered in dirt had just lain on the mattress, so he stood up in disgust. “These guys are obviously after me, and my security system is almost fully upgraded.”

As he said this, Alfred had just found the first-aid kit and managed to give the assassin a simple bandage (very poorly), then used the remaining bandages to tie him up tightly, ensuring he absolutely could not escape.

“I believe you are an adult, young Thomas,” Alfred said. “But now that Wayne Corporation’s key has been cracked, I don’t think your other property is very safe either.”

“Yeah, Thomas,” Dick said, having somehow followed them in and peeking into the room through the crack in the door. “The more people, the safer!”

Besides, Bruce is Batman, and Dick has great confidence in Batman.

We can't abandon you.

These words are very touching.

But if these words were spoken to Thomas, then it would be tantamount to saying nothing at all.

“I can handle this myself,” Thomas still said. “I’ve dealt with this group a lot. I know what they’re up to with my eyes closed.”

“Then we’ll all stay at your place for a couple of days.” Bruce clearly knew better than anyone where to start with dealing with Thomas. “I’m sure you’ve reserved rooms for each of us?”

It would be better to live at Wayne Manor.

At least the quality of life at Wayne Manor was good. His place was just a base; he only replaced important items that affected comfort, like mattresses, without considering the aesthetics and harmony of the decor. He adopted the terrible taste of that unfortunate guy whose house Thomas had forcibly taken over—luxurious, but without any substance.

Leaving aside the research equipment inside, Alfred absolutely must not see that nouveau riche-style decor.

“Since you trust the defenses there, I think it wouldn’t be a problem to have three more people move in,” Alfred quickly added. “Wayne Manor is also going to be readjusting its security measures soon.”

“If the four of us have to stay together, we might as well live at Wayne Manor,” Thomas decisively abandoned his suggestion. “At least Wayne Manor is bigger and has plenty of food.”

"...Let me confirm this first," Alfred said, becoming alert, "you haven't been living on junk food while you're not at Wayne Manor, have you?"

“What’s wrong with junk food?” Thomas turned his head away, looking away. “I need some junk food to help me get used to this junk world.”

Since we're all going to die together eventually, why worry so much about health before we die?

Hearing this, even Bruce turned his head to look at him.

Thomas actually dared to drop the bombshell that he lived on junk food in front of Alfred! This proves that there is an even bigger secret hidden in Thomas's residence.

“I’ve noticed that you’re getting younger and younger, young Thomas,” Alfred said with some displeasure.

Isaiah Thomas used to firmly refuse desserts and junk food, which he considered low-class. What happened to him now?

He was tempted to cut Thomas's dessert allowance, but then he remembered that young Thomas was probably the only family member who could get away with getting large amounts of junk food without the butler's help.

Because he has a whole day to work at the company.

“I think it would be appropriate to reduce your daily beverage allowance.” Alfred finally settled on the solution.

That translates to: You can't drink milkshakes for a while.

……All right.

It seems that everything is going very badly today.

Fortunately, he could relieve his boredom by messing around with gangsters while he was at work.

The next day, Thomas, unusually in high spirits, decided to take some time out of his calculations to come up with a plan to give Batman, the Penguin, and the scattered gangsters something to do.

But he accidentally saw today's newspaper first.

Gotham gang members die in large numbers.

?

I haven't even started yet.

Thinking back to what he had said in front of Batman and Zuckerberg, Thomas felt a headache coming on.

Am I going to have to face Batman's interrogation again tonight?

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Author's Note: Are there any games where I can manipulate the world within a game? I want to experience what it's like to be CEO Xiao to relieve stress. I feel like my days are becoming more and more abstract...

Does Lobotomy Corporation, which allows for chaotic battles between aliens, count as one of those games?