Chapter 28 Still Eating Children [VIP]
323.
After living in this peaceful way for a few months, we picked up another child.
Stephanie Brown, this courageous little girl, leaves a mark to entice us to disrupt her father's criminal plans.
It can be seen that her methods are immature and her plan is simple, but her heart for justice is shining brightly.
Because her biological father was arrested and sent to Blackgate Prison, and her mother had a serious drug addiction and was also arrested and thrown into the drug rehabilitation center of the hospital.
At the age of 14, she was alone, young and reckless.
Naturally, he was picked up by the flying mouse Gotham Bird (Batman) and taken home.
"Let me see, a very cherished sister!" I said happily.
Please forgive me for having raised my three younger brothers with great difficulty, and for wanting a younger sister so badly.
Ah, are you asking me who raised me?
It’s so obvious, of course it’s my mom and Ah Fu!
As for Bruce, he probably served as a kind of atmosphere group.
324.
When Stephanie first stepped into Wayne Manor, she was clutching a mask she had sewn herself, her eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation.
"Is this really... Batman's home?" She stood at the door, looking at the magnificent hall of the manor, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.
"That's right." I walked over and patted her shoulder. "Welcome to Batman's secret base. Although we don't have a welcome ceremony here because your brother hasn't returned yet, I believe he will like you as a new member."
"I'm not a member." Stephanie immediately shook her head. "I'm just...temporary."
"Temporarily?" I smiled and pretended to be serious. "Sister, you've already entered this door, and there's no such thing as 'temporarily'."
She was stunned when she heard the word "sister," and the tips of her ears turned a little red, but she still lowered her head stubbornly. "I just wanted to stop my father from doing bad things. I didn't think about anything else."
"You can take your time to think about it," Bruce's voice came from the stairs. He stood there, his expression as serious as ever. "But in the meantime, you will be protected."
Stephanie raised her head, looked at him, and nodded, her expression still a little tense, but obviously relieved.
"Okay, come meet your new 'family'." I put my arm around her shoulders and led her to the living room. "By the way, I want to remind you that if someone says he's the eldest son in the family, don't believe him. He's just a jealous older child."
"Who are you talking about? Me?" Dick's voice came from the sofa. He was holding a donut and looking at us with a raised eyebrow. "I heard it all clearly."
"That's you." I glanced at him and replied.
Stephanie couldn't help but chuckle, and her tense expression finally relaxed a little.
325.
After a few days, I discovered that Stephanie really enjoyed the "patrol" job.
She is always very excited when she moves at night, especially when she throws out the grappling gun, she sometimes lets out a little "Wuhu" scream.
She always has a special keen eye for criminals and looks at Batman with sparkling eyes when he assigns tasks.
Every time Batman would have a barely noticeable pause and then assign her a similar task.
Steve would cheer as he finished, then look at us with sparkling eyes when he was done.
No one can resist her sparkling eyes! She is so cute!
"You don't have to rush, Stevie." I couldn't help but say to her one time while we were resting on the roof. "The nights in Gotham are long enough. You can take your time."
“I just want to learn more.” She sat on the eaves with her legs crossed, her eyes sparkling. “What you guys are doing… is so cool.”
"Cool is cool, but it's also dangerous," I reminded her lightly, leaning against the chimney. "Besides, you're now as cool as we are in the eyes of others."
"This is really great. It... makes me feel like my existence is meaningful." Stephanie looked up at the night sky and said seriously, "I never thought I could do these things... and do so many things."
I patted her head and felt that Stevie was like a puppy. "Okay, then learn slowly. Don't exhaust yourself."
She nodded, then suddenly turned to ask me, "Will I be as good as you guys someday?"
"Of course," I said with a smile, "and maybe he can be even better than us."
Stephanie covered her mouth and laughed secretly, and the little stars in her eyes gurgled out like bubbles in a carbonated drink.
"But you have to start by finishing your homework." I changed the subject and took out a paper and handed it to her. "Afu asked me to bring it to you. He said that before becoming a hero, you must first become a passing student."
“…You took the paper and muttered softly.
I shrugged, "Sister."
326.
Bruce versus Stephen.
"Her courage is commendable, but it takes time," he said. "If she can learn to analyze the situation more calmly, she will grow faster."
"Another one who says one thing and means another." I rolled over on the sofa. "You wouldn't bring home a child who 'relies solely on intuition.'"
"She has great potential." Bruce didn't deny it, but didn't say much.
The subconscious thought is that if she is not guided correctly, she may go down an extreme path.
"I thought there would be a younger sister, but she's a year older than me," Tim lamented. He suddenly turned to me and said, "Seriously, can we rank them by seniority?"
"I don't care. No matter how you rank them, I'm undoubtedly the eldest sister. But Steve will definitely not agree. She was happy for several days after she knew she was older than you." I shrugged and didn't have any opinion on it.
"Miss Stephanie is still working hard in the training room." Ah Fu came in with a tray and handed each of us a cup of hot tea. "I hope she can find balance in her efforts."
"Don't worry." I took the teacup and blew on it. "Let her accidentally see Tim's report card tomorrow. She will definitely not stay in the training room all day anymore."
327.
Stephanie is a natural chatterbox, especially when she's on patrol.
"Robin, why do you think Batman painted all his gargoyles black? Wouldn't it be more recognizable with some color?"
"Because if we are highly recognizable, we will be easily discovered." Tim answered without hesitation.
"Yeah..." Stephanie nodded, "But this is too boring! How about we secretly paint it a different color?"
"You dare." Tim squinted at her. "Batman will definitely find you the first time and look at you with disapproval."
"Then paint your uniform the same color!" Stephanie patted Tim's shoulder. "Red, green, and yellow are so eye-catching, they can light up the night sky of Gotham!"
"…Thank you. I'd rather be invisible."
Listening to their conversation, I couldn't help but laugh out loud in my headphones, "Spoiler, do you want to turn Gotham into a Christmas tree?"
"Why not?" Stephanie smiled happily. "We can give them some festive cheer!"
Tim sighed, "Please, focus, spoiler."
"Okay, okay." She waved her hand, but quickly added, "But then again, do you think Batman would really care about this? He usually seems to have no emotions."
"He cares," Tim replied without looking up. "You just don't know how."
"for example?"
"For example, every time you ate an extra donut, he'd add ten minutes to your training session."
“…” Stephanie’s expression instantly collapsed, “Okay, I take it back.”
328.
Meanwhile, Stephanie and Tim's rivalry intensifies.
Once, Stephanie performed exceptionally well in training and even subdued the dummy before Tim.
"See?" She put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at Tim. "I'm getting better and better."
"It's okay." Tim curled his lips and muttered unconvincedly, "Don't be too proud, Stephanie, this is only the beginner level."
"Oh? How about we have a competition to see who can complete the advanced task first?" Stephanie was not willing to be outdone.
"Goodbye." Tim waved his hand. "You should focus on improving your skills instead of always thinking about competing with me."
"Are you afraid of losing?"
"I just don't think it's necessary."
"Okay, Tim, then I'll assume you're scared." Stephanie snorted, but couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.
"Who's afraid of you?" Tim sneered and stood up on the spot. "Let's compete, but just competing alone is too boring. How about setting up a reward?"
"I'm a nice guy. If you lose, just help me maintain my weapons for a week," Stephanie said.
"Then I'll be mean. If you lose, you have to give me all the snacks for this week." Tim calmly cast a buff to motivate the enemy.
Stephanie's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. When it comes to a week's supply of snacks, one cannot be too cautious.
"Deal." Stephanie looked at him deeply and stood up to make preparations.
I was watching from the sidelines and couldn't help but say to Bruce, "It seems like she and Tim are getting along pretty well."
Bruce nodded. This guy just had to stay there and accept the fruits of victory, because the kids he picked up would train themselves. "I'm relieved that the training room didn't need extensive repairs today."
What do you mean? Are you complaining that Dick and Jason's rivalry is too rough?
Ah, you're not talking about me, are you?
329.
On the first day, Stephanie suddenly had an idea and asked, "If you weren't part of the Bat Family, what would you do?"
"Me?" Tim thought for a moment. "Go home and inherit Drake's family business. I'll have to look at countless reports every day."
"So boring..." Stephanie looked at him speechlessly, "Sister Leona, what about you?"
"Me?" I touched my chin. "Maybe I'll open a flower shop."
"Flower shop? Why?"
"Because you don't have to fight when growing flowers, and no one will send you a distress signal in the middle of the night."
"That sounds great." Stephanie nodded. "What about Bruce?"
"Him?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe he'll actually run Wayne Enterprises? Wearing a suit and holding meetings every day, expanding Wayne's industries nationwide."
"Ah, this is just as boring as Tim's!" Stephanie made a face. "Luckily you're all from the Bat Family, otherwise Gotham would be too boring!"
After she said this, the whole room was silent for a moment.
"Thank you for the recognition, Stephanie." Bruce's voice came from behind, startling us all.
She paused for a moment, then immediately raised her hand. "I mean, you're really cool as Batman, Bruce."
He raised his eyebrows, then raised his teacup to Stephanie and walked away leisurely.
"Huh..." Stephanie let out a long breath. "I almost thought he was going to give me a 'Batman disapproves' look."
Tim and I looked at each other and shook our heads.
It seems that Stephanie doesn't know Bruce's true nature hidden under Batman. He likes to scare children unexpectedly.
330.
That night, after patrol, we were in the Batcave doing our routine debriefing.
"Tim, you did a good job today." Bruce's tone was as calm as ever.
"Thank you." Tim stood straight with a reserved smile on his face.
"Stephanie." Bruce turned to her. "Your actions were a bit reckless. Be more careful next time."
"I know." Stephanie waved her hand nonchalantly. "I don't think that guy even realized how I pounced on him!"
"Of course he didn't react." Tim pushed his chair forward, "Because you jumped right on top of him and knocked him unconscious."
"Really?" She blinked, looking as if to say, "No wonder."
"Maybe starting today," I couldn't help but laugh, "Gotham's criminals might start wearing helmets when they go out."
"That's okay!" Stephanie waved her fist. "I'll become faster and stronger, and they won't even be able to keep their helmets!"
"Oh, that's a very ambitious thing to say." Tim calmly picked up the water glass and took a sip.
"What, you don't believe it?" Stephanie glared at him.
"I believe it, I believe it." Tim said in a light tone, "I hope you don't hurt your knee when you do it."
331.
On the first day of training, Stephanie really began to seriously consider the possibility she had raised the night before.
"Come on, let me show you the skills I've upgraded today!" She stood in the middle of the training room with an eager smile on her face.
"I guess she's going to run into the dummy again later," Tim muttered.
"I bet ten dollars that she can last five minutes this time." I continued with a smile.
"I'll bet three minutes."
Two minutes later, Stephanie slammed headfirst into the dummy.
"I think she needs a helmet more than any criminal in Gotham." Tim covered his mouth with his hand to suppress his laughter.
"Or a protective mat." I nodded. "How about we cover the floor of the training room with air cushions next time?"
"Don't laugh at me, you two!" Stephanie stood up, covering her head and glaring at us angrily. "It was just an accident! Just an accident!"
"Accident! Of course it was an accident." Tim shrugged and imitated Stephanie's voice in a pinched voice, "I just didn't adjust it well this time. I will definitely succeed next time!"
"Tim!" She picked up the sandbag next to her and threw it at him.
Tim dodged nimbly and ran behind me, revealing only a pair of blue eyes, asking for help, "Sister Leona! Help!"
There's no point in calling me sister at this time. I won't get involved in the fights between my younger brothers and sisters.
"Don't look at me." I raised my hands and dodged to the left. "You have to solve the problems you caused yourself."
332.
For Bruce, picking up children is as easy as eating and drinking.
Just after rescuing Commissioner Gordon, a special human cub with peak combat power emerged.
She could barely speak, yet her physical skills were formidable. Her movements were lightning-fast, with incredible strength and precision. Bruce observed her for a while, seeing the deep confusion and pain in her eyes, and eventually brought her back to the Batcave.
She is - Kashan!
"She needs a home," Bruce said calmly, and we weren't surprised.
The words Bruce omitted might have included "she needs the right guidance" or "she has terrible talent", but after so many years of being influenced by the charm of language (me), he has learned to only say the good things.
"We're just an asylum." Dick grumbled quietly, but couldn't help but smile. "But it's good this way."
I held this little girl's hand and my heart melted.
"She's so cute, Xiaoba," I said happily, my eyes sparkling with love that seemed to overflow. "She's like a beautiful porcelain doll, delicate and fragile."
"Hello?" Dick said hesitantly, watching the video of Cassandra brutally beating down someone two or three times her size. "Seriously? I don't deny Cassandra is cute, but fragile is definitely not her thing, right?"
"Kashan is just protecting herself." Barbara said. She squatted down and touched the little black-haired girl with her hand. The little girl couldn't speak, but just rubbed her with her hand.
"What do you like to drink? I personally recommend this cup of pearl milk tea!" Stephanie handed it to her with sparkling eyes. She hesitated for a moment and took it.
And then I was quickly conquered because stars were coming out of her head while she was drinking!
"I've never been treated like this before. It's true that the old employees can't compare to the new employees." Tim sighed and took a sip of coffee.
Don't be jealous, Xiaoti. You won't get this treatment even if you come to our house now, because this is a special edition for my sister.
"I can wear a little skirt." Tim thought for a moment and said, "If you all treat me like this, I'm willing to make the sacrifice."
...Get out! Our family doesn’t accept a sister like this!
Tim is becoming more and more shameless.
I pulled out a lot of stuff from the space, things related to cultivation, systems, and aliens... I asked her lovingly, "Kashan, is there anything you like? I can give it to you."
She hesitated for a long time and took a batarang.
"Oh~"
I regretfully retracted my sword.
Barbara regretfully retracted her tactical baton.
Dick regretfully withdrew his kari stick.
Tim regretfully withdrew his stun baton.
And by the way, helped Jason regretfully retrieve his crowbar.
Stephanie regretfully retracted her nunchaku.
Damn it, Bruce got there first!
Bruce, who was sitting next to him and pretending to read a newspaper, secretly curled the corners of his mouth.
333.
The corners of Bruce's mouth turned up slightly, a few pixels that only we "old hands" could notice. I was about to mock him by saying "cunning bat", but Dick beat me to it.
"Tsk, Bruce, you're clearly canvassing for votes." Dick raised an eyebrow, twirling the stick in his hand a few times, his tone filled with sourness, "How about engraving a name on her to make the ownership clear?"
Bruce raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then said calmly, "She chose what she thought was most practical."
The tone was full of superiority, and Bruce was proud, but he didn't say it.
"Then why isn't my nunchaku?" Stephanie muttered softly, clearly feeling a little down. "It's multifunctional, with a built-in light mode."
"Maybe she likes the classic style." Barbara comforted her seriously, her tone soft, "It doesn't matter. No one wins, but no one loses."
Cassan glanced up at Barbara, then lowered her head to continue fiddling with the batarang, as if studying its structure. Her expression remained calm, but there was a hint of... I can't quite put my finger on it, like the look of a child receiving a present for the first time.
"Okay." Stephanie sighed and raised her chin towards Kashan. "Next time I'll teach you how to use the nunchaku. You'll definitely love it."
Kashan looked up at her and seemed to nod.
"Wow!" Stephanie instantly revived and jumped back happily. "She agreed! She likes me! She said yes!"
"Stephanie, calm down." Tim held his forehead and muttered softly, "It's only the first day... Is my sister being treated so well?"
334.
As we gathered around Kashan, Ah Fu came over silently pushing the food cart.
"Ladies and gentlemen," his voice was as gentle as the morning sun, "dinner is ready."
"Oh, great!" Dick rushed to the food cart first and grabbed a plate of delicious-looking chicken wraps. "Thank you, Alfu!"
"Thank you." Tim followed closely behind, picking up a cup of hot soup.
"Thank you, Alfu!" Stephanie hugged the whole plate of dessert in her arms and winked at Alfu.
Ah Fu nodded slightly. "It would be even better if you could return the dishes to the kitchen after you finish eating."
"No problem!" Stephanie replied vaguely while biting into a donut.
Kashan sat there, watching us scrambling for food, and seemed a little hesitant.
"Kasan, try this." I put a small piece of cake in front of her and winked at her. "It's made by Afford. It's super delicious."
She hesitated for a moment, reached out to take the cake, and took a small bite. Then, her eyes lit up.
"See, I told you it was delicious!" I proudly picked up a piece of cake and stuffed it into my mouth.
Kashan has an East Asian face, so she must like the reduced sugar version too!
Bruce sat aside, watching us mess around, a soft glint in his eyes. He stood up, walked over to Cassan, bent down, and asked softly, "How is it? Are you used to it?"
Kashan looked up at him and nodded.
"Very good." Bruce nodded and reached out to touch her head. "You will like it here."
I squinted my eyes at the scene, then suddenly said, "Bruce, are you biased?"
"Where's the bias?" Bruce turned to look at me.
"You touched her head!" I pointed at him, "Why didn't I get treated like this back then?"
"You didn't let anyone get close to you back then." Bruce answered calmly, seeming to think for a moment before choosing his words. "And you were louder than she was."
“…”
I'm so pissed! Am I noisy? No, I'm just a little louder. Why does he call me noisy?
335.
After dinner, the Batcave finally quieted down a bit, and Cassandra sat quietly in a corner, observing us while holding a batarang.
"She's just adjusting to her new environment," Barbara whispered to me, her tone reminiscent of someone who's just adopted a cat. "Looking at her now, I think she and Stephanie are definitely opposite ends of the spectrum."
"Hmm." As I cleared the plates, I glanced at Stephanie. She was fighting with Tim for the last piece of brownie, neither of them willing to give in. Dick, standing next to them, was trying to mediate with a helpless look on his face. Then, quickly, I got involved in their dispute, and it became a three-person brawl over a piece of brownie.
"Stephanie is definitely extreme," I said, cracking some sunflower seeds and smacking my lips as they argued. "Extremely noisy."
"I think Kashan might need more company." Barbara raised an eyebrow. "She seems a little reserved."
"Do I need to tell you that?" I handed the plate to Ah Fu and looked back at Kashan. "How about you accompany her tonight?"
Before Barbara could answer, Stephanie suddenly shouted, "Victory is mine!" She held up the bitten piece of brownie high in the air, a look of pride on her face.
Tim sat beside him, folding his arms and sneering, "Okay, just eat it. Don't come to me crying about your toothache after you finish eating."
Dick was wondering why he had inexplicably started arguing with them when he was there to mediate.
Stephanie didn't care at all. She quickly stuffed the brownie into her mouth and made a face at Tim. "I'm not afraid of—"
She didn't finish her words because the brownie was too sweet and she choked and her face turned red.
"Maybe our whole family needs to get a checkup. Stephanie and Tim's blood sugar must be elevated." I smiled and shook my head, then turned to Cassandra. "How are you, Cassandra? Are you feeling well?"
Kashan looked up at me and nodded. Her movements were gentle and cautious, like a puppy just out of the nest, feeling the world with a wet nose.
"You don't have to be so cautious." I squatted down and looked at her, smiling. "Everyone here is very noisy, just get used to it. If there's anything you don't like, you can tell me directly."
Cassan didn't say anything, but just relaxed a little and no longer held the batarang so tightly in her hand.
"By the way, how about taking you out for a walk tomorrow?" I suddenly thought, "We can see the night view of Gotham."
A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she nodded slightly.
"Okay, that's settled!" I stood up. "But first, I need to get a good rest tonight."
"Rest? That sounds like an adult ordering a child." Dick suddenly appeared behind us with a joking tone.
"How about you take care of her?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "If she comes back from patrol and learns your messy and fancy moves, Bruce will definitely come after you first."
"Why do you say that? My actions are very practical." Dick disagreed. "You can lead it if you want. After all, you are the eldest sister."
"Why does that sound a bit perfunctory?" I glared at him in dissatisfaction.
Kashan was watching us from the side, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. Although it was fleeting, I caught it.
Well, it looks like our new sister is starting to fit in with the family.
336.
On the first night, Kashan followed me out on patrol.
She remained silent, but her eyes shone like stars. We stood on the roof of a tall building, overlooking Gotham's nightscape. Neon lights flickered in the distance, cars streamed down the streets, and the wind ruffled her black hair. She stood there quietly, looking a little cautious.
"How is it? Not bad, right?" I squatted beside her and asked with a smile, "Gotham, the night view is still very beautiful."
Kashan nodded and pointed to a dimly lit street in the distance.
"Over there?" I looked in the direction she pointed. "Ah, Old Town Gotham. That place is really chaotic."
She turned her head and looked at me, frowning slightly, obviously not happy with the description of "very messy".
"These are the areas we patrol." I stood up and held out my hand for her to follow. "Come, I'll show you the 'real face' of Gotham."
337.
We were patrolling all the way to the old town when we ran into a fight between some thugs. Kashan didn't hesitate, rushing over and knocking the thugs to the ground in no time.
I stood by, hands in pockets, watching all this, and silently gave her a high score.
"Kashan, you did a great job!" I walked over and patted her shoulder. "Your movements are clean and neat, and you control the strength well."
Kashan looked down at her hands, as if confirming something, then looked up at me with a hint of doubt in her eyes.
But I somehow understood what she wanted to say.
"Are you asking if that last punch was a bit too hard?" I raised my eyebrows and asked tentatively.
Kashan nodded slightly, her expression as if she was seriously reflecting on her actions, with a hint of regret in her eyes.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, it's totally fine for that guy to have a little nosebleed. You know, sometimes they just need a lesson to learn to respect others."
She frowned, and looked back at the gangster who was holding his nose and wailing with some concern.
"Okay, you can be a little more restrained next time." I sighed, "Although I think we shouldn't be too soft on these people."
Kashan finally breathed a sigh of relief, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if accepting my suggestion.
"Very good." I patted her shoulder. "Continue patrolling, but remember—you're not participating in a fighting tournament. There aren't so many rules. The first priority is to protect yourself."
She nodded slightly, but a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. I narrowed my eyes and stared at her, "Don't try to test my limits. As your sister, I know exactly what you're thinking."
She pretended not to hear, turned around and walked quickly ahead, and I followed her helplessly.
338.
Back at the Batcave, Bruce asked us about our patrol.
"She performed very well," I praised generously. "She acted quickly and efficiently, and prioritized her actions very well."
Bruce looked at Cassandra and nodded. "Well done, but next time remember to report your action plan in advance."
Kashan nodded, then glanced at me secretly.
"Don't worry, I'll teach her." I patted my chest, signaling Bruce to relax, "After all, I'm the baby-raising expert in this family."
"Expert?" Dick appeared out of nowhere, folding his arms and looking at me mockingly. "Then why didn't you teach her how to use my kari stick?"
"Because you've been left behind by the times, Dick," I replied seriously. "Kids these days all like darts. You have to accept reality."
Dick glared at me, then turned to Cassandra and said, "It's okay. Next time I'll teach you how to use the Khari stick. It's much cooler than the batarang."
Kashan looked at him, then looked at me, and finally chose to stand on my side.
"Yeah, see? She's on my side!" I smiled proudly at Dick.
Dick sighed helplessly, "I really think the Kari Stick is very useful! How can it not compare to the Batarang?"
You have to admit, Dick, Batman has some special privileges here at Cassandra.
Kashan watched us bicker and blinked.
339.
Over the next few days, Kashan began to slowly adapt to our family's daily life.
Stephanie always tries to drag her into various interesting but meaningless activities, such as late-night baking failure tasting competitions and the challenge of who can solve Alfred's English breakfast in the fastest time.
Kashan couldn't speak, but her eyes were clear, and even a slight nod or shake of the head made it easy to read her attitude. Stephanie seemed to take this silent response as some kind of tacit understanding, so she intensified her efforts to get her to participate in activities.
"You have to try this!" Stephanie mysteriously took out a strangely colored milkshake and pushed it in front of Kasan. "My special strawberry, matcha, blueberry and lychee blended milkshake. It's absolutely unique!"
Kashan stared at the milkshake and was silent for a while.
"It's okay, it's absolutely safe and won't kill anyone." I passed by and helped explain, "But the smell..."
Stephanie threw a pillow over, "Shut up! This is art!"
Kasan finally took the milkshake and took a small sip. Her expression didn't change at first, but after a few seconds, she put the cup down and pushed it back to Stephanie with a blank expression.
Stephanie was shocked. "Don't you like it? I made this mix myself!"
Kashan stood up silently and rinsed his mouth with a glass of water.
Tim was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that he almost fell under the table.
340.
During dinner, Kashan unexpectedly took the initiative to join the conversation.
To be precise, Stephanie asked her what she liked, and Kashan gestured with her fingers and answered with a few simple words, such as "books", "dance" and "quiet".
"Quiet? I think you've walked into the wrong house." Tim slowly cut into the steak with his knife and fork. "This place is more lively than Gotham's gunfire at night."
"This is called the lively atmosphere of life. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense." I picked up a piece of vegetables with chopsticks and put it on Tim's plate. "Eat your food and don't teach the new sister bad things."
Tim stared at the vegetables on his plate and sighed.
Bruce sat at the head table, his eyes flicking between Kashan and us. But in the end, he said nothing, just watching us bicker quietly, occasionally lowering his head to drink a sip of soup.
Kashan ate the meal quietly, but I noticed that her eyes were no longer as tense as when she first arrived.
Her shoulders also relaxed a little, as if she had finally found a sense of belonging in this home.
341.
Following the usual practice, I sent the three little ones back to the Wanjian Sect for further training for half a year.
Tim possessed a unique understanding of formations, and he studied with exceptional diligence with the sect's elders. He often raised intriguing questions during their explanations, leaving everyone lost in thought. However, the sect's disciples possessed varying talents, and Tim was able to learn a wealth of practical formation techniques from them. He even began experimenting with designing a "stealth formation" for the Batmobile, supposedly capable of blocking all tracking devices. Bruce, while expressing reservations for the time being, secretly began studying the sketches Tim submitted.
Steve's talent for Five Elements magic surprised the elders, but her practice wasn't any easier than others. To master her spells with pinpoint accuracy, she often sweated profusely in the training grounds. The Five Elements cultivation was notoriously challenging, but Steve, through her hard work, and along with the other disciples, achieved impressive results in the Five Elements competition.
As for Kashan, she'd been exchanged to Wanxiang Academy to study psychic communication. Though a novice, her perception was exceptionally sharp. She could sense subtle fluctuations of consciousness in many seemingly ordinary objects, communicating with them in an unspoken way. Lately, she'd been experimenting with communicating with multiple objects at once, perhaps creating a group chat.
"When our child comes back, he'll be able to cast formations, farm, and chat with antiques." I sipped the tea Ah Fu brewed and said with emotion, "The future of Gotham is just around the corner."
Dick leaned back on the sofa and yawned. "I think we might have found three top-tier humans. By then, the psychological trauma of Gotham's criminals will be too great to count."
"Don't be too proud." Bruce glanced at us. "Continue to observe their growth and don't jump to conclusions."
The three of us looked at each other and chose to remain silent. After all, there was nothing more to say about the old bat's stubbornness.
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