Chapter 63 Unlucky Birds Are Unlucky
“We were hunting Scarecrow at the time,” Red Robin explained. “He seemed to have developed a new type of fear gas that appeared to be more effective, and we suspected he might be stealing victims’ bodies to experiment on.”
“So I just happened to fall into the morgue where you set a trap,” Thomas said, sitting on the sofa with a white towel over his face (he still hadn’t given up on disguising himself as a corpse). “What a coincidence, there probably isn’t a more unlucky Thomas Wayne in the multiverse than me.”
“...Not really,” the troublemaker whispered.
"So your Thomas Wayne is even worse off than me?" Thomas pulled the white towel off his face. "How is he now?"
“He…he’s dead,” the troublemaker said sadly.
"Dead?" Thomas sat up straight in surprise. "How did he die?"
This reaction is understandable; after all, not everyone can remain calm upon learning of the death of their counterpart.
“The Court of Owls orchestrated a car crash, and our little Thomas Wayne died from the premature birth caused by the crash,” Tim said cautiously, revealing the cause of Thomas Wayne’s death while trying to observe Thomas Wayne’s reaction.
“Oh,” Thomas slumped heavily on the sofa, sighing helplessly, “I told you I was the unluckiest one… He was enjoying a second-rate perfect life, escaping pain before suffering it, losing everything before losing happiness, dying in the painful thoughts and imaginations of others, forever with his eyes closed, never able to see or needing to face the cruel truth of this world… So how come our universe’s Court of Owls is so useless, how come they can’t even kill a premature baby?”
And that quantum state bomb... Why would someone like me be reborn? I was the last person who needed to live again.
If the Ultimate Man or the Super Queen were reborn, they would certainly accelerate their pace of world domination; if the Wayne couple were reborn, they would probably accept it gladly; if Bruce and Dick were reborn, they could change their own destiny.
But the fact that I was reborn makes my resolve, my efforts, and my only chance to truly control myself seem utterly... absurd...
joke.
His gloomy expression, neurotic tone, and advanced thinking made the two people sitting opposite him hold their breath.
Seriously? Is this really Wayne? Could Thomas, Martha, Alfred, and Bruce really raise a kid like this? Something just doesn't feel right.
“What are you thinking? Do you think I’m not a normal person?” Thomas stood up. “I’m sure I’m a perfectly normal person. I have above-average intelligence, I can take care of myself, and I don’t have any mental illness. All of this proves that I’m a completely normal ordinary person.”
Normal people don't seem to explain why they are normal.
His explanation only made everything more suspicious.
Thomas no longer wanted to get entangled with these two multiverse stowaways. He couldn't even kill them directly, as that would attract another Batman from the multiverse, leaving Thomas to fight two Batmen alone.
All the bad luck of the day and the past had left him exhausted, so he simply walked toward the stairs and said sullenly, "As long as no one finds out, you can do whatever you want in this villa. I'll send you back when I wake up."
He went to enjoy his warm and comfortable bed, while the two vigilantes, still reeking of foul odor, exchanged a glance.
“Let me use Uncle Thomas’s bathroom to wash off my uniform and hair.” Red Robin took a deep breath and immediately held it, even though he could barely smell himself anymore. “Don’t take off your gear. We’ll take turns on watch.”
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Thomas got up very early; he had only slept for a few hours, and it was still dark in Gotham.
It can't be any later; he has to go to work soon.
Even if it's just to cover up the multiverse issue with Bruce and Alfred, he still has to go to work.
To make the act more convincing, Thomas didn't use the most advanced quantum starter. Instead, he pulled out the miniature, simplified version of the device and drove the two vigilant vigilantes to a deserted, abandoned building.
“Or I can use it first,” Red Robin tried to make a last-ditch effort, this Thomas was just too suspicious. “Then I’ll give the coordinates to Batman, and we can use more advanced technology to pick up the troublemaker, which is safer.”
“I disagree,” Thomas interrupted him. “Giving out the coordinates of the universe so casually is just asking for trouble. If you’re really worried that I’m doing something wrong, I can go to your universe with you and then come back.”
It makes sense, but Thomas doesn't seem to care much about surviving, so it doesn't seem like their safety can be guaranteed.
"I protest..."
“Obviously, your protest is invalid,” Thomas interrupted him. “If you insist on not using my technology and just waiting for Batman to pick out our universe from the endless multiverse, it’s uncertain when you’ll be able to go back. I don’t care at all, but obviously your families and Gotham can’t wait.”
“…Okay,” Red Robin was convinced and reached out to grab Thomas’s arm and the troublemaker’s hand. “You can begin.”
The purple light enveloped the three of them, and the surrounding things gradually blurred. Red Robin felt a heavy blow to his waist. He instinctively retaliated and kicked away a crazy guy holding an iron rod.
Thomas grabbed the two vigilantes and pulled them aside, dodging the incoming bullets.
“I must clarify, our Gotham is definitely not like this normally.” The troublemaker looked somewhat awkwardly at the indiscriminate gunman and the frenzied crowd. “Is this really our Gotham?”
"You actually doubt my invention?" Thomas was a little dizzy, but that didn't stop him from protesting to the troublemakers, "This is definitely your Gotham, the coordinates are absolutely correct."
The two vigilantes were skeptical (after all, Thomas had given them a somewhat unreliable first impression), but they absolutely could not ignore the situation.
Thomas glanced casually at the fight between the two men and several thugs, then looked away with little interest.
This battle has nothing to do with him. I should go back... Where's the quantum starter?
What happened?! Where is my quantum starter?!
Thomas anxiously searched through his pockets, and when he found nothing, he bent down to search the ground.
No...why not?
His vision blurred, his heart raced, and he just stood there, stunned.
A thug approached him and raised a knife.
"Watch out, Thomas!"
Seeing this, Red Robin threw his Robin's Dart, trying to knock the thug unconscious.
But he seemed to have miscalculated; Thomas appeared capable of dealing with this enemy alone.
Thomas, who had looked very weak just moments before, straightened up, kicked the thug to the ground, and then stepped on the thug's hand, crushing it back and forth.
"Well, looks like Batman taught him a few moves too?" the troublemaker said uncertainly after knocking out another thug.
“But he went too far,” Red Robin threw another Robin's dart, trying to knock the knife out of Thomas's hand, but Thomas easily deflected it.
Thomas stared intently at Red Robin and said, bewildered, "So you're not dead yet, Thomas Wayne? Why aren't you dead yet?"
He then gripped the knife in his other hand and charged at Red Robin, and the two engaged in a fierce fight.
"Fear gas!" the troublemaker exclaimed. "We both received serum injections last night before the mission, but he obviously didn't!"
“Very good, I’m starting to agree with his point about Thomas Wayne being the unluckiest man in the multiverse. What kind of luck is this?” Red Robin raised his stick to block the knife coming at him, and seized the opportunity to kick Thomas’s leg, trying to knock him down. “Does the Scarecrow’s new type of poison gas have some kind of health-enhancing function? This guy is strong.”
It's hard to imagine that this lifeless fellow could have such strength.
Thomas noticed his actions, took a step back to avoid the swinging stick, and frantically threw the knife in his hand at Red Robin.
Red Robin easily deflected the knife: "Fortunately, it seems our tactical thinking hasn't improved. How's it going on your end?"
“We’ll get this sorted out right away,” the troublemaker said, nimbly leaping through the mob, “but I haven’t noticed anyone here who’s particularly strong.”
"Then his Batman must have trained him. Could this Thomas be their Robin?" Red Robin once again used his stick to deflect the Robin's dart that Thomas had thrown at him, which he had somehow managed to slip into his sleeve. "His hiding skills are good, but his aim is a bit off."
The distance between the two gradually shortened. In a panic, Thomas took off his coat and threw it at Red Robin. Red Robin subconsciously swung his stick downwards to clear away the coat that was blocking his view, but suddenly realized something was wrong.
After completing this movement, his right arm holding the stick will extend downwards and to the left, a movement that is not suitable for exerting force.
Sure enough, Thomas used the blind spot created by the clothes to rush to Red Robin's right front. He grabbed Red Robin's right hand holding the stick with one hand, making sure he couldn't switch hands while pulling him sharply towards him. He then slammed his knee into Red Robin's abdomen, while raising the second Robin dart he had hidden with his other hand and thrusting it towards Red Robin's neck.
!
We've fallen for their trap!
Thomas's movements were so fluid that he couldn't even take out the gadgets from the all-purpose belt with his unbound left hand.
Just as he steeled himself, intending to trade a dislocated right arm and a stab wound to his shoulder for time to grab the prop with his left hand, a dark shadow flew over and knocked Thomas unconscious.
The two fell to the ground together.
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Author's note: Waaaaah, the start of school is exhausting... My feet are all blistered.
When school started, I felt that what I wrote was a bit crazy ( ). Suddenly I realized that the scenes of Night Owl going crazy were all written in advance at school. Thinking about it, it's just that suffering makes Gotham madman (not really).
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