Chapter 57: Thousand Days of Drunk Follow-up [VIP]

719.

Although things were resolved in an orderly manner amidst the chaos, not only did it not turn into a disaster (Jason: I disagree), it also resolved a worry for Bruce.

But I still confiscated Jason's Thousand Days' Drunk. It must have been cursed by that evil woman! It makes anyone who drinks it unfortunate!

Tim was the first victim.

Let's interview him.

720.

Tim: "Yes, it's this thing, the embodiment of the devil, the echo of hell. After drinking it, I became unconscious, my mind was foggy, as if I had been through seven days and seven nights... (cry), and when I woke up, I was in Bruce's arms, Steve and Cassandra, one was wiping my tears and the other was feeding me cookies..."

Me: "Uh, excuse me, whose arms are you in?"

Tim: "Bruce."

Me: “Who?”

Tim: "Bruce, Bruce Wayne. The Prince of Gotham, the sweetheart of Gotham. The black-haired, blue-eyed little boy who loves his sons, the bird who wants to give every poor child in Gotham a home, your succubus sweetheart, the bat daddy."

Me: "Oh, is that him? My apologies, I fainted from the shock just now. Can you continue to tell us about your tragic experience?"

Tim: "Miserable? No, no, no, others might think this is socially dead, but I won't. Opportunities in Bruce's arms are rare, so the brave ones enjoy the world first!"

Me: “Holy shit!”

Tim: "Wait, were you scolding me?"

I don't."

Tim: "I heard you say 'holy shit'!"

I don't."

Tim: “But…”

Me: “I said, no!”

Tim: "Good, good, Leona, don't get excited."

Me: “I’m not excited.”

Tim: "Good one."

Me: “I said I wasn’t excited!”

Tim: "I know, I know... You're not thrilled at all. Now, shall we continue with our interview?"

Me: “What’s your purpose in being on our show?”

Tim: "Most people wouldn't ask that... Good boy, good boy, actually, I heard from Jason that you confiscated all the Thousand Days Drunk, so I was wondering if you could give me some... Mainly because Connor wants it! He has something embarrassing to talk about with his dad!"

In such a warm atmosphere at Superman's house, what could possibly go unspoken? Is there anything a human as advanced as Luthor can't accept? He's probably just following your lead and coming out, right? Yellow-haired and pink-haired?

Tim smiled at me calmly, his eyes full of suggestion.

Get lost! Don't I know you? What Connor wants? I think that's just your excuse!

721.

Tim was kicked out by me in anger.

Before he left, he clung to the doorframe, his voice shrill, "Leona! Connor really needs it! You're hindering communication between Kryptonians and Earthlings by doing this!"

"Why don't you just say I'm a stumbling block to cosmic peace?" I sneered. "Get out of here! Don't let me hear the words 'Thousand Days of Drunk' again!"

The door slammed shut.

722.

I turned around and found Jason staring at me with a meaningful look.

"What?" I asked alertly.

"I just want to ask," he said slowly, "Where on earth are you hiding, Qianrizui?"

Good sub-question.

I don’t know myself.

To be precise, I kicked the wine into the storage room in extreme anger, but who knows where it rolled to?

723.

"You think I'll tell you?" I snorted coldly, "Don't even think about it. Even if I take it to my grave, I won't let it come out to harm the world again."

"Tsk." Jason shook his head regretfully. "That's a shame. I was going to bring some for Dick to try."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm kidding." Jason spread his hands.

"You are the best son."

I looked at him and felt that he had bad intentions.

724.

Then, right before my eyes, he pulled out a bottle of—

"Why do you still have it?!"

"The one you kicked away was the spare one." He shook the bottle in his hand proudly, "The real one has always been with me."

I:"……"

I endured it for 7 seconds and finally decided to stay calm.

"Okay." I sighed, "What do you want?"

"It's simple," Jason said slowly. "Let's have a fight. If you win, you can decide whether to keep or discard this bottle of wine."

"Are you kidding?" I asked suspiciously. "Are you serious?"

He nodded.

Good boy, since you want to be beaten so much, I will reluctantly fulfill your wish!

725.

I used the immobilization spell, then calmly walked over and took the Thousand Days Drunk.

Are you kidding? Can we fight without bloodshed?

Under Jason's nose, I

The puppy was full of disappointment and condemnation.

"You have no moral integrity," he said sadly. "Don't you feel any guilt for using supernatural powers against an ordinary human like me?"

Ordinary human, real or fake? Your crowbar can breathe fire.

"Oh," I responded coldly, "I'm sorry, not at all."

Then turn around and leave.

726.

"Leona!" He still refused to give up. "Is it really good for you to abuse your abilities like this?! What if one day you abuse it on your own family?!"

I stopped and looked at him seriously: "I have already abused it now."

Jason: “…”

He was silent for a while, then said quietly, "At least keep the spare bottle for me."

"You wish."

727.

"You are a dictator!"

"I am."

“You are tyrannical!”

"Yes."

"You are simply—"

"Yes, yes, go back and take a shower and go to bed."

I waved goodbye and walked out of the room without looking back, leaving Jason still standing there, with a heart full of anger that had nowhere to go.

728.

Unlike the cold and ruthless way I was in front of my brothers, Barbara said she wanted to study this, and I handed it to her without saying a word.

Barbara raised her eyebrows and asked me, "What if I use it to prank Dick?"

I calmly replied, "That's what he deserves."

It must be because Dick had offended Barbara! Otherwise, why would someone as gentle, generous, and considerate as Barbara play such a prank on him? Damn Dick!

729.

"You are indeed my biological sister." Barbara blew me a kiss, and I accepted it with peace of mind.

Dick was leisurely peeling an apple in the living room. When he saw Barbara approaching, he handed her a slice with a smile: "Want to try it? I cut it into little bunny rabbits!"

Barbara took the little rabbit apple with a smile and poured the Thousand Days Drunk into his water cup.

Dick took a sip of water without noticing and continued to peel the apple happily.

Ten seconds later, he paused.

"Wait..." His eyebrows slowly frowned, "Why do I feel..."

Then, his hands began to tremble slightly and his eyes became blank.

730.

"Dick, how are you feeling?" Barbara asked with concern.

"I..." Dick opened his eyes wide, as if trying to think hard.

Then, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing a dreamy smile.

"I love you all."

The living room fell into deathly silence.

“…”

Tim stood up suddenly. "Dick's brain has finally been completely taken over by the limbic system (the area that controls emotions)?"

Jason's eyes widened and he slowly turned to me, "Leona, where's the antidote?"

"What antidote?" I shrugged. "There's no antidote for this. Just wait for it to dissipate on its own."

731.

"Haha...hahaha..." Dick's laughter echoed in the living room.

He looked at Jason, his eyes full of tenderness and gratitude: "Jay, I'm really glad you're back."

Jason's back suddenly stiffened, and he became alert. "Don't come over here."

"You know what?" Dick patted Jason's shoulder with emotion. "You're my best brother. I still remember the night you first arrived at the manor. I rushed back to see you, but you were already sleeping like a pig in your bedroom... On the first day, you looked like a hedgehog with its spines erected..."

"Help." Jason covered Dick's mouth tightly, but Dick, who was beaming with joy, pulled him away.

"Little Wing, you don't know how cute you were when you were a kid!"

"Hahaha, Dick, what's wrong with you?" Stephanie slammed the table and laughed wildly. "Could this wine possibly trigger uncontrollable emotions in humans?"

"Leona." Damian looked at Dick with disgust, "Is he crazy?"

"How can you talk like that, Little D?" Dick suddenly picked Damian up and rubbed his head lovingly. "You were really cute when you were little! Do you remember? One time when you first arrived at the manor, you came to me in the middle of the night and said you had a nightmare!"

Damian is also in a childhood, right? And Damian has a nightmare about looking for Dick. Is that true? Isn't Dick dreaming?

Everyone gasped.

732.

Damian's expression instantly turned cold. "What are you talking about?"

He struggled hard, but the arm strength of Robin Dick was no joke. He was tightly held in the arms of Dick, who was smiling peacefully, and could not move.

Dick, quite the gorilla.

"Let me go!" Damian gritted his teeth angrily, "Or else—"

"What else?" Dick blinked. "Are you going to come over and hug me again?"

Barbara almost died of laughter.

"Barbara!" Dick suddenly turned around and looked at her excitedly. "You are my best partner. I am really grateful for your tolerance and care for me all the time! I still remember the scene when we first got together..."

"Okay, shut up." Barbara stroked the gorilla's furry hair. "I know, Dick, calm down."

"No!" Dick said firmly. "I'm perfectly clear-headed now! I just finally got up the courage to speak my mind."

733.

Tim looked at me and whispered, "Are you sure this wine isn't some kind of truth potion?"

"No," I said calmly, "This is the power of the Thousand Days' Drunk."

"Hahahahahahahahaha..." Stephanie was already rolling on the sofa with laughter. "Hurry, hurry and record it! This is unprecedented and precious information!"

There was no need; even if Dick were sober he would have the presence of mind to repeat these words to us with enthusiasm.

This was the strength of a dog type among a group of cat types, never shy or timid about revealing their true feelings. It was more like they wished they could analyze each other's thoughts at any moment, then embrace each other with tears in their eyes.

Are you asking me?

Thanks, but I'm a breeder.

734.

Jason took a deep breath and stood up. "Okay, I've had enough."

He pulled out his phone and pointed it at Dick: "Dickie Bird, tell me again who is your favorite brother?"

735.

Dick narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze shifting between Jason, Tim, and Damian.

Jason looked relaxed, with his arms folded across his chest, as if he was sure of victory.

Tim coughed lightly, trying to appear calm, but his hands were already resting on the table, and he leaned forward slightly, ready to receive any possible answer.

Damian snorted coldly and stood aside with his arms folded, expressionless, but his eyes betrayed his nervousness.

736.

"Oh..." Dick suddenly sighed and looked at Jason with deep affection, "Jay, you are really special."

Jason raised an eyebrow and glanced smugly at Tim and Damian.

The corners of Tim's mouth twitched, and he was obviously holding his breath.

Damian's face was as dark as a storm.

737.

"Ever since you came back, I've been wondering if I'd noticed your struggles earlier, could I have prevented you from getting hurt..." Dick sighed, his hand on Jason's shoulder, his tone full of regret, "I'm really sorry."

Jason's smile froze.

"...Why are you suddenly so sentimental?" He turned his face away, revealing his ears, the same color as the bat on his chest. "I've been fine for a long time."

"But I—"

"Stop talking." Jason ruffled his hair irritably. "What kind of tear-jerking plot is this? Stop!"

738.

"So your favorite brother is—" Stephanie quickly interrupted with a smirk on her face.

Dick turned his head and looked at Tim, with a hint of pampering and helplessness in his eyes.

"Ti, you're really smart. You're the smartest among us, and the one most like Bruce." Dick said with emotion, "Sometimes I feel like you should be my biological brother."

Tim's eyes lit up.

Jason gritted his teeth. "Isn't this nonsense? Don't you say every day that you treat us all like your own brothers?"

Tim no longer cared about Jason's complaints. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he obviously accepted that he was "the most special one".

But before he could smile a full, victorious smile, Dick had already set his sights on Damian.

739.

"As for you," Dick gave Damian a deep look. "It's like I raised you myself. I still remember when you first came here, you always followed me around. You said you disliked me, but you were secretly waiting for me to find you."

Damian's body stiffened, and his ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Shut up." His voice was low and dangerous.

"You were really cute back then." Dick continued to recall mercilessly, "Once, you were sick, and I held you in my arms all night. You slept so soundly, and—"

"I said shut up!" Damian whipped out his knife.

740.

Jason was laughing like crazy, and Tim was holding his forehead. He knew things would turn out like this in the end.

Stephanie had already collapsed on the sofa, nearly suffocating from laughing: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Quick! Record it!"

Barbara leaned back in her chair, took a leisurely sip of coffee, a smile on her lips.

"I knew that Qianrizui wouldn't let me down."

Cassan coughed lightly and brought the topic back to the topic: "So, Dick, which brother do you like best?"

741.

Dick looked around. Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, and the air was filled with a dangerous atmosphere.

He paused and gave a perfect big brother smile: "You are all my favorite brothers."

Why does this sound familiar...

742.

There was a brief silence before Jason rolled his eyes, Tim sighed, and Damian snorted.

"You old fox." Jason sneered.

"I should have thought of that." Tim deadpanned.

"What a waste of time." Damian put away his knife and said with disdain.

743.

"But..." Dick suddenly changed the subject and looked at them with a smile, "If you really want to know who is the 'most special' brother..."

Everyone pricked up their ears instantly.

"Then let's see who gets the Thousand Days Drunk from Barbara first." Dick leaned back leisurely. "Who knows, maybe after drinking it, I'll accidentally reveal the answer."

744.

In an instant, everyone turned their eyes to Barbara.

Barbara: “…”

She calmly picked up her coffee and smiled slightly: "Are you sure you want to grab it?"

You know, Barbara and I really did raise you! We have countless encrypted files of "Pass It On to Future Generations."

To avoid being found by Timmy, the control-freak duck, we've stored it on a top-secret USB drive that's never connected to the internet. Technology, magic, spells, and runes are used to protect it, ensuring it never sees the light of day unless we consent.

745.

The air froze for three seconds.

Then, everyone tacitly looked away and pretended nothing had happened.

Stephanie's shoulders were shaking from trying to hold back her laughter: "Hahahahahahaha——"

Kashan spread her hands and said, "It seems that we will never know the answer to this question."

746.

Tim tapped the table thoughtfully, then suddenly smiled: "That's not necessarily true."

Everyone looked at him.

"While Barbara's threats are certainly effective," Tim drawled, "have you ever considered...what if Dick didn't have to say it himself?"

Jason narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Damian looked at him warily. "Drake, what are you trying to do?"

"Don't you think this is simple?" Tim tilted his head and smiled harmlessly. "Even if Dick denies it, the subconscious mind can't deceive anyone."

"Specifically?" Stephanie became interested.

"It's simple." Tim pushed his laptop onto the table and, with a few taps, pulled up a set of data charts. "I've collected statistics on what Dick has said and done to each of us over the years."

Dick's expression changed: "What do you have—"

"For example, how often he addresses each brother, his tone of voice, how long he hugs them, how quickly he replies to text messages, how many interjections he uses... and so on," Tim explained slowly. "Once we compile this data, we can draw a conclusion - who is his subconscious favorite brother?"

747.

Everyone was silent.

Tim, you're even scarier than I thought. What else have you not listed? Dick's exes?

"In fact, I've already made that into a table." Tim took a sip of tea calmly.

His originally thin body became extremely tall and terrifying compared to the gorilla and the gang members.

"...What kind of perverted database is this?" Jason's voice was filled with a hint of complicated shock.

Tim smiled. "I call it the 'Wayne Family Emotional Analysis System,' and this is a small branch of it, simply called 'Who is Dick's Favorite Brother Ranking?'"

Dick: “…”

748.

Barbara couldn't help laughing. "Oh my God, Tim, is this also the reason why you work overtime and don't sleep?"

"It's just a project." Tim waved his hand calmly. "Anyway, I've always been good at data analysis, so it's no harm to do some research on the side."

Damian stared at him with a complicated look: "You are simply the most dangerous conspirator in Gotham."

"Oh, thank you." Tim smiled and waved his hand. "So, should we look at the data now?"

Dick pressed down on the notebook, his face full of alarm: "Wait, wait! I refuse!"

"Why?" Jason looked at him with a gloating expression. "Are you feeling guilty?"

"Are you afraid that we will know the answer?" Damian snorted coldly.

"No way, no way?" Stephanie looked at him with a smile. "Are you afraid of facing your subconscious?"

Even Kashan smiled. "Are you scared, Dick?"

Dick glared at them with gritted teeth. He looked at Tim's harmless yet calculating smile, took a deep breath, and decisively closed the computer. "No one is allowed to look at this thing today."

Tim gave an inscrutable smile. "Oh, of course, that's not possible today."

Dick: “…What do you mean?”

Tim grinned like a fox: "I uploaded the data to the cloud a long time ago."

Dick: “???”

Jason slammed his fist on the table and laughed wildly: "Hahahahahaha! Tim! Well done!"

Stephanie whistled. "Smart! I like it!"

For the first time, a hint of admiration flashed in Damian's eyes: "As expected, he's Gotham's most cunning Robin."

Dick's face was filled with despair: "You don't really want to know the answer! You just want to see me die!"

"Of course." Everyone said in unison.