When the car carrying Oracle, Robin, Nightwing and Vivi herself drove into the fog, the fog dissipated and a manor appeared before them.

Oracle is a beautiful red-haired beauty, but she has to use a wheelchair.

She introduced herself as "Barbara Gordon," and if she hadn't, Vivi would have called her Oracle, no difference.

To Weiwei's surprise, they didn't see Bruce.

Nightwing looked even more surprised than her. Rather, he was so nervous that even his muscles were tense.

"Maybe he is still sleeping?" Weiwei guessed.

"The room is empty," Robin said. "Is there any surveillance in the room?"

What kind of surveillance do you install in your own estate?

However, when Vivi opened the map, she did not find Bruce. Did he leave?

"It's not good," Weiwei said, "Bruce and I haven't completed our agreement yet. If he unilaterally breaches the contract, there may be bad consequences."

Ye Yi thought of something and looked shocked: "Agreement?"

Weiwei: "You don't think I used love to make Catwoman my teacher, do you?"

Nightwing: I see, you use the contract.

He thought of the box of gold coins he received every day, and felt that the gold coins were even more valuable.

Weiwei left the guests and ran towards the study. On the map, the yellow rose was particularly conspicuous. She pushed open the door of the study, and Nightwing and Robin followed her.

As for Oracle, she pushed her wheelchair down the hallway, scanned the interior decorations, and frowned slightly: "Are there too many closets here?"

Weiwei picked up the vase.

The bright yellow rose buds gathered together, and when they felt her touch, they opened a little -

In the center of the flower, there is a little unconscious man sleeping. He is smaller than a finger and one has to get close to see his facial features clearly. The stamens are entangled with his body, or rather, shackled his limbs. The fragrance of the rose seems to have a coma-inducing effect, making the little thing captured by it drowsy.

After the bud opened and the cold wind blew, the little one in the heart of the flower opened his eyes in a daze.

"Vivi," Nightwing came in, "what did you find? Did you find Bruce?"

Weiwei: “…” She showed the rose to him speechlessly.

Ten minutes later, four people and a rose gathered on the sofa in the living room.

"So," Weiwei whispered, "Batman sneaked into Blackgate prison disguised as Bruce, and I bailed him out?"

She wondered, "Why didn't you tell me at the beginning?"

Barbara glanced at her companion. "Maybe boys always overthink things, right? People are more willing to believe the truth they have found out themselves rather than what others casually say - even if the evidence shows that she is right."

Uh... Vivi held her face guiltily: If Batman came directly and asked "What is Warden Bettyven planning secretly", Vivi thought about it and she probably wouldn't tell him, because according to her own understanding, they don't mind the prison sending prisoners to do hard labor, but they will mind if the method is "drug control".

Vigilantes always have all kinds of weird persistence——

Because there is only a difference between drug control and mind control, once this start is made, it is very likely to develop in a not-so-nice direction. In other words, Betiven has broken a certain limit and started to stop treating people as human beings.

But Weiwei didn't treat the prisoners as human beings! She sat up straight again with a righteous look on her face.

"So, I'm so sorry," Barbara said, "We had planned to tell you this today, but Batman was actually there the whole time, and I thought he wouldn't be able to refuse in his amnesiac state..."

"It seems that he is no longer in a state of amnesia," Weiwei poked the flower bud, which was half open, "He was automatically identified by the guards of the manor."

Batman in the flower bud seemed to be still half asleep and half awake. He raised his hand with effort, and then put it back. The pistil wrapped around his waist was probably the most difficult prop to break through in the world, because it trapped Batman - even such a small one.

Barbara and Weiwei stared at the pistil with their heads close together. Barbara whispered, "Weiwei, can you release him?"

"It seems there is no way," Weiwei did not find the release option on the panel, "but this flower will wither in five days, and Bruce should be able to come out by himself by then."

"But before that, Bruce will pass out from hunger..." Tim was relieved to find out that the missing Batman was not in serious trouble. It was one thing that he was not in serious trouble, but one of the best escape masters in the world was actually captured by a rose. However, this kind of thing didn't seem to be a problem for Bruce. It was just a matter of reversing his identities. This sweetheart would always be the rose that captured others.

Dick suggested: "How about we try to make Batman more sober, maybe he can think of a way to escape?"

Should I break off the stamen and escape? Weiwei frowned, but still handed the rose over.

They briefly dipped the Sun Knight into the water - in fact, if the flower and Batman were brought back to the Batcave, perhaps more solutions could be found, but both sides were trying to maintain a certain balance.

Before this, their relationship was pretty good and had developed to the point where they could visit Vivi at home. However, something was a little awkward. Even though Vivi didn't look abnormal, it was impossible for them to feel justified in thinking that Batman's undercover identity would not make Vivi angry.

After struggling with simple materials for a long time, Bruce finally came to his senses.

The flower blossomed completely, and the little man in the heart of the flower looked at the four "huge" people surrounding him and fell into a strange silence.

He quickly shook his head, trying to break free from the flower's shackles, but the pistil wrapped around his body was full of resilience. The more he struggled, the tighter the pistil became.

Weiwei still frowned, standing at the back, watching them busy, until someone took out the bat dart, she said lightly: "Are you going to hurt my flowers?"

The atmosphere around them suddenly became tense.

At that moment, everyone felt the gaze from the entire building, coming from all directions, except Weiwei herself.

Tim broke off a crumb from the breakfast they brought and handed it to Bruce: "Eat something first, we can think of other ways to have the best of both worlds."

However, Batman refused. His voice was very low, but fortunately, the hearing of the others was good. He said, "I don't need to eat, and you can't harm this flower, because I found that one of its stamens has been connected to my body. I rely on the nutrients transmitted by it, so I no longer need to eat."

Nightwing's expression was tense for a moment. He turned his back to Vivi and continued to stare at Bruce in front of him. He whispered, "Vivi, it will wither in five days. Is this true?"

"Of course." Could the time provided by the system be false?

"However," Weiwei said, "the teaching for these five days cannot be stopped, because if the teaching is completely stopped, it will be equivalent to Bruce's breach of contract."

"The consequence of breach of contract is... I will randomly take away something that belongs exclusively to him."

…

wayne manor.

Alfred, the old butler who had just returned home from vacation, stared at the empty house and sighed.

"I hope you're not doing anything stupid, Master Bruce," he flipped open the simple and childlike invitation in his hand, "an invitation to a small thank-you dinner at the East Side Cathedral... I wonder if anyone in this family can go?"

While Alfred was struggling, Millie was also confirming for the third time whether the people invited were available. Since they were going to hold a banquet, time arrangement and staffing were very important issues.

Millie used to be just a secretary following the mayor, but after going through so much, she has acquired the qualities of a "decision-maker". Becoming a person in charge has allowed her to grow at an unprecedented speed.

Millie herself couldn't believe it when she looked back on her past: it had only been a little over a month since the mayor took office.

"The two most important people are Mr. Wayne and the mayor," she thought, staring at the screen in front of her. "Mr. Wayne donated a lot of supplies to us, and the day after the dinner, the construction team will start to demolish the Wayne Memorial Hall."

Thinking of the life experience of the rich man Bruce Wayne, she sighed: "Although they are sure to come, they haven't given a specific answer. Is it Mr. Wayne or President Drake?"

"As for the mayor," Millie said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "this lady's whereabouts are really secretive, but at least she replied with 'I'll try my best'."

Millie really wanted to invite this lady who changed her life. When facing her, Millie would unconsciously put herself in the position of a child, even though Alec was not much older than her. Just like the children in the shelter looked at her with admiration, she would feel at ease when facing Alec, and naturally felt that this lady could solve all the problems - even though she was neither a flying vigilante nor a genius. And Minister Doug, the head of the City Hall Security Department, their people would also gradually withdraw from the East District. After all, their main job was not this.

"Then it's..." She stared at the words below, "Warden Bettywen, she also helped us a lot, but she declined because she was busy. Vivi, she said she would come as long as it's not class time. As for Selena, she said she would help decorate the venue... And the students from Gotan College who stayed here that day..."

And others who have donated here.

Millie had scanned a donor named "Joe Crane" and she remembered the gentleman.

This gentleman has been delivering truckloads of supplies to the cathedral these past few days. He has not come in person, but has hired drivers to deliver the supplies. This gentleman seems to be very busy, and I don't know who he is.

What was delivered was kitchenware and drinks, but they all looked very expensive, so Millie did not open them for the time being.

She decided to use only a small portion and resell the rest.

Although it is not a good idea to sell the donated materials, the same items can be exchanged for wooden bowls and forks that are less easily broken, instead of having the children of the cathedral wearing simple clothes and eating with silver forks.

"Not many people are willing to come to the East End in person," Millie shook her head. "Mr. Crane is willing to come in person this time..."

However, whether it was out of genuine charity or just for fame and tax avoidance, at least these supplies actually reached the hands of the children.

I hope nothing goes wrong at the party tonight, Millie thought.