Chapter 34: Tim and Damian Go Solo [VIP]
404.
Superman collected another child from Luthor.
I know that, just like Bruce would pick up children from time to time, Superman would also pick up his own children from Luthor's petri dishes from time to time.
Unlike Bruce who picked up any child, all the children Clark picked up were related to him by blood.
Seriously, is this some kind of Justice League chemistry? Then why hasn't Diana, one of the three main characters, picked up the child? Did she not see anything she liked?
405.
Unlike Bizarro, this child is not a pure clone of Superman, he also has half of Luthor's DNA.
...Honestly, I almost think Luthor is a closeted Superman, working so hard every day to solve the Kryptonian breeding problem.
Superman is touched and sends him to prison again.
The kid named Connor quickly integrated into Superman's family. No matter he was with the Superman family in his plaid shirt and a simple smile, or in his leather jacket and sunglasses and a wink, there was no sense of incongruity.
Xiao Qiao quickly accepted this brother who looked very much like his father, and quickly became friends with him.
They would play hide-and-seek in the cornfield on the farm, gather in the house to chat about superheroes, fight over Grandma Martha's last piece of apple pie... and lie in chairs to bask in the warm sun.
"This is a normal scene of brotherhood and family getting along!" Dick was so envious that he bit his handkerchief, because when he turned around, he could only see his children fighting in the Batcave until their heads were bleeding.
This is such a sad story, the Wayne family is still too urban.
406.
Tim and Connor got along well, he quickly became acquainted with each other and planned to set up an organization.
Now Tim has his own Kryptonian.
Who among the former Robins doesn't have their own Kryptonian? It's hard to guess.
"You might as well just give me my social security number (similar to an ID card)!" Dick said resentfully.
I didn't say it was you.
(Looks away, puts his hands in his pockets, and whistles)
407.
Bruce's cousin Kate fights alongside us from time to time, but she has her own city, Brooklyn, and she also goes to more distant places to carry out missions from time to time, so she is not often in Gotham.
Dick had already finished his studies at Gotham University, Jason had graduated a year early, and when asked if he wanted to take a gap year, he naturally declined. He was really looking forward to his college life.
He was very confused about what major to choose. The literature majors alone caught his eye. Without considering employment, every major seemed so beautiful.
I don't have much to offer in this regard, as I'm a cultivator, and the Wanjian Sect is an integrated platform for everything from kindergarten to university to the workplace. I can't imagine how many annoying people I'd encounter if I spent over a decade there.
Childhood sweethearts are everywhere. There's that one who ate boogers, that one who slept in their pockets, that one who cried every day—all filled with dark history. You see a beautiful face, but all you can remember is their snot-covered face as a child.
In the end, Dick went to Bludhaven to be a police officer, and Jason chose literary criticism and theory, and minored in modern languages and literature.
We all thought he would choose creative writing, but it seems he has a new idea.
408.
Tim is busy like a top every day, with his studies, Wayne Group, Drake Group, Young Justice League, Batcave, and occasionally helping his sister and brother write work logs.
Seeing him wandering around like a ghost with a cup of coffee every day, I really feel guilty.
So he bought an artificial intelligence for Tim from the system mall. He instantly became radiant, and then he spent three more nights to successfully train the artificial intelligence.
Then work overtime with artificial intelligence.
...Didn't I give him artificial intelligence so that he wouldn't have to stay up late or work overtime? Why is he staying up even harder?
Tim said this is to prevent those who don’t need to stay up late from staying up late, and those who don’t need to work overtime from working overtime.
Forget it, poor me, let Bruce do it, you just go to bed.
Tim closed his eyes peacefully, and within three seconds his breathing evened out and he was snoring.
...He is so pitiful.
Bruce should be guilty of exploiting child labor.
409.
Since my brothers and sisters have grown up, I can feel that the atmosphere around me is gradually becoming more and more tense.
Until one day, a junior who was two years younger than me came to me with a blushing face and asked me for photos of my younger brothers.
...Ah, is the gender wrong?!
The junior fellow apprentice suddenly realized and took a step back.
Now it was my junior sister who came to me with a blushing face to ask me for photos of my younger sisters. Of course, she said it would be better if mine was one of them.
Is this right? The world is becoming more corrupt and people’s hearts are no longer as they used to be.
In broad daylight, in the open, there are people doing this. Isn't it weird?
, seven."
"make a deal!"
410.
After all, my cousin is tall, strong and mighty, I am upright and resourceful, my second sister is of extraordinary character and can remain calm in the face of temptation, my third sister is dignified and elegant, and my fourth sister has unique skills and is proficient in both civil and military affairs.
My second brother is more beautiful than flowers and is as beautiful as a fairy, my third brother is charming and beautiful, and my fourth brother is beautiful, intelligent and virtuous.
For my whole family.
I also know that every year there are people who want to come to Hehuan Palace to spend a night with me, regardless of gender.
Even though no one can get inside me.
Because I usually feel that they basically take a detour.
The Hehuan Palace is truly obsessed with winning every title, including Sword Master, Chief, Guild Master, and Buddhist Disciple. They also enjoy writing their stories into novels. They can often be seen active on websites like Flower Market, PO, AFD, and AO3.
Because of her authenticity and eroticism, she has a large number of fans, and some people have even been invited to have tea with her.
The reason was the widespread dissemination of pornographic and pornographic materials.
411.
Back to the point, I made a small profit from my family's photo albums.
Many of them want to be my stepmother, sister-in-law, or brother-in-law, regardless of gender.
People from the North American branch of Hehuan Palace often scatter like butterflies looking for handsome men and beautiful women. I dare say that Gotham is definitely an area they focus on. Each of us has received their passionate gifts.
Jason's gifts were especially hot. He'd been sent all sorts of SM props, pink maces, and flashy postcards with bows...
It says: Crush my soul with your pecs.
Jason tore it up on the spot, beat it madly with a stick, ground it into powder, and threw it into Gotham Bay.
Jason is also an example of excessive fitness that attracts the same sex. Many people have asked me openly and secretly whether he is gay.
I firmly told the other party that Jason is heterosexual!
...He should be, right?
412.
My dear mother has been wandering in the universe for a long time and has no time to come back. Occasionally, she will send me a text message via the stars to let me know she is safe.
During this period, Timmy worked on Young Justice League and Teen Titans, and his eyes were so dark that they almost drooped.
Finally, after another almost sleepless night, Tim fell asleep peacefully with the help of coffee-flavored sedative.
Young Justice disbanded soon after, and Tim focused on the Teen Titans.
I was secretly betting with everyone except Tim about when Tim would go solo.
16 years old, what a perfect number.
Ever since Dick took off his Robin uniform at the age of 16, Jason also left home to travel around the world at the age of 16, almost passing on the baton between two generations, and we all believe it has become a tradition.
——Robin should have gone solo from Batman at the age of 16.
Yes, Tim is approaching his 16th birthday and we're all wondering when he'll leave the old bat.
413.
"Do you think Tim will go solo before or after 16?" Jason leaned back on the sofa, his arms folded across his chest, looking at us lazily. "I bet on before 16. After all, he's so much like Bruce at heart, he'll definitely choose to go out on his own as soon as possible."
"But he talks more than Bruce." Dick grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed a mouthful into his mouth. "I think after turning 16, he's much more stable than you, Jake."
"Really? Then tell me, when has he ever been on an operation where he wasn't desperate and covered in wounds?" Jason raised an eyebrow and snorted. "And steady? Does that mean he's losing weight steadily?"
Jason, you are really good at talking, your expressions are always so precise and sharp.
"I think Tim will make sure every detail is perfect before he even considers going solo." Barbara pushed her glasses up. "So, after he turns 16."
"I think he'll die suddenly before going solo." I put forward the theory of sudden death from coffee with a bright smile, glancing at Stephanie. "Who are you betting on?"
"Before he's 16," Stephanie shrugged. "After all, Tim seems like the type to just say, 'I'm ready,' and walk away."
"Huh—" I frowned, "You're obviously Tim's good partner, but you don't support his more stable side?"
Stephanie nodded seriously. "I support his steadiness, but that doesn't stop him from suddenly popping up with a surprise."
At this time, Kashan, who was standing aside, finally spoke, "He won't tell us in advance." Her tone was very light, but it hit us on the head like a hammer.
"Damn, Kasan is right!" Jason sat up straight. "This guy will definitely go solo, but he will definitely not give us a heads up!"
"Be quiet." Bruce slowly revealed a pair of blue eyes from the Batcomputer and glanced at us. "Tim is not yet 16 years old. You can talk about the bet later."
"Master, what do you think?" I raised my eyebrows and said jokingly, "After all, you are the one who knows Tim best."
"I wouldn't bet." Bruce closed the file and said in a calm tone, "But I know he will make the right choice at the right time."
"That's not to say nothing." Dick ruffled his hair speechlessly. "I kind of hope he goes solo before he turns 16, so I can still have something to do."
"Okay, okay, stop arguing." I waved my hand. "If you keep arguing, Tim will come back and suspect that our whole family is discussing how to sell him."
Just as he finished speaking, Tim walked out of the training room with a puzzled look on his face. "What are you talking about?"
"Uh..." Dick, Jason, Cassandra, and Stephanie all stepped back a little, pushing Barbara and me out.
"Nothing, we're studying crime trends in Gotham." I gave a smile that showed I had everything under control.
"Really?" Tim raised his eyebrows and looked at us with a half-smile, "But I seemed to have heard the word 'flying solo' just now?"
"Oh, Jason said he wanted to take Bizarro on a solo trip again, and we discussed the feasibility." Barbara calmly took over the conversation, "It has nothing to do with you."
Tim glanced at us, seemingly unwilling to press the issue. He turned and picked up a cup of hot cocoa, smiling faintly. "Okay, then, you guys continue your research while I work on the next action plan."
As soon as Tim left, we started to explode again.
"There's definitely something wrong with Tim's smile just now!" Jason lowered his voice. "Does he already know what we're talking about?"
"He knew it a long time ago!" Dick rolled his eyes, "He just didn't expose us."
"That's very Tim," Barbara said with a laugh. "Rather than confronting us directly, he prefers to test us little by little, waiting for us to reveal our mistakes."
"So, how can we guard against him?" Stephanie asked.
I shrugged. "What else can we do? Just wait for him to announce it himself. Whoever loses then remembers to treat us."
"Okay!" Several people agreed in unison.
Tim raised his glass of water to hide his smile.
414.
On Tim's sixteenth birthday, we placed three gifts next to his pillow: a Titan Island vacation voucher from Dick, a thousand-year-old tranquilizing elixir I made, and Bruce's handwritten copy of "Solo Flight Emergency Plan (Including Instructions for Using the Kryptonite Safety Lock)."
"Would you please stop swarming me like vultures?" the birthday boy roared, dark circles under his eyes. "I'm not dead yet!"
Dick squatted on the chandelier and laughed heartily: "I now think Leona's theory of sudden death caused by coffee is very likely."
I took out the holographic projector and played the family tradition: the first generation Robin wiped his tears and scolded Batman for going solo, the second generation Robin's "rebellious period, ran away from home and traveled around the world in 80 countries" vlog, and finally froze on the scene of Tim rolling his eyes due to coffee poisoning (imagination).
Incidentally, after Dick went solo, he secretly returned to Wayne Manor and cried to his bat doll, asking: "I obey you in everything, why do you still treat me like this? Is there something wrong with me? I want to tell others that I can do without you! ... But if you can win me back, I will definitely come back... Tell me you need me... Please!"
This video is still stored in dozens of encrypted files. I've bet it many times, but I haven't been able to win it. I believe there will be even more important events waiting for it.
"I suggest you choose to fly solo." I sternly pointed to the blackboard, "The background music is ready—a remix of 'Borrow Another 500 Years from Heaven'."
The Flash applauded Tim's speed in escaping by jumping out the window with the coffee machine in his arms.
415.
Finally, Tim tiredly announced his plan to go solo at dinner the next day.
The whole family applauded and cheered for him, praising Tim's diligence and dedication in the years since he became Robin, and his perseverance and strong spirit in drinking coffee energy charms like water.
Bruce said at the end, "Tim, you've done well enough. Going solo is a necessary step for every Robin, but remember - no matter where you fly, this will always be your home."
Tim was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I'll remember that, Bruce."
"Okay, the atmosphere is too sentimental." I laughed. "Since Tim is going solo, shouldn't we have a 'graduation ceremony' or something?"
"Yes!" Dick responded immediately. "Any wine?"
"I seem to hear someone inducing minors to drink?" Ah Fu frowned.
"Then Coke!" Jason snapped his fingers.
"I'm going to order a cake!" Stephanie ran to the kitchen excitedly.
That night, Dick contributed a precious video of him dancing to Elysium in the hall, Cassan threw a whole cake in Tim's face, Steve and Barbara circled the house arm in arm, and Jason sang him a soulful, screaming version of "My Heart Will Go On": "Nearrrr~ far~ wherever you are~ (crackling voice) The old Bat's surveillance is like the Titanic hitting an iceberg—!"
Haha, don't they know they can use spiritual energy to make wine? Ah...it seems like no one has ever told them that? Then just assume I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, hahahaha.
416.
Batman will never be without a Robin, just like Gotham will never be without a superhero.
Shortly after Tim decided to go solo, Dick and I had a bloody fight over whether his code name after going solo should be "Red Kestrel" or "Red Robin".
Bruce's old love arrives with his debt.
Talia, the woman who has had a love-hate relationship with two generations of my family, gave me a younger brother.
——A rebellious, arrogant little boy with black hair and green eyes.
Although he was born to Talia, he used gene splicing and mixed in a little bit of my mother's DNA (Lei Xiaogu collected the blood from my mother's wound when he was beaten).
This little bit of blood made him stronger, more resilient, and also more... uncontrollable and deliciously juicy?
Anyway, Damian easily attracts things from other universes, and on his first day in this house, Tim's coffee machine was contaminated.
As I flew towards Titan's Tower on my sword, I happened to see the coffee machine filling Tim with triple coffee concentrate.
"Spit it out! That's the waste of the universe!" I slashed the refill tube with my sword. "Drink it and it will turn into a moving mathematical formula!"
Tim grinned with dark circles under his eyes. "But it can increase my tactical efficiency by 437%..."
"It's more like improving the growth of grass on your grave." I beat the coffee machine furiously, and the system was still diligently counting the time. "Be good, spit it out, sister will make you hand-ground cat poop coffee."
The coffee machine made a roar like a black hole swallowing everything, spitting out a ball of data that flashed with blue light.
I quickly stuffed it into the system backpack.
"Can I use this to change Bruce's control urges?"
"The basic settings can't be changed, honey. The world will collapse, honey."
Really? What a pity.
417.
Bruce had been warning Dick to take safety measures, but he himself didn't set a good example.
The boy named Damian attacked Tim as soon as he arrived. Fortunately, Tim's brain had not been completely eroded by the coffee, so he reacted quickly and avoided it.
Then they began chasing, playing, and jumping around Wayne Manor.
Until I was so angry about getting up that I picked up one in each hand.
After understanding the situation, he used a spell to hang Damian on the crystal chandelier in the living room.
"Don't attack your family." I calmly said to the little boy who had been trained as an assassin since childhood.
In the next few days, he was like a cockroach waiting for an opportunity, emerging from the darkness at any time and place to attack me, and every time I would hang him on the crystal chandelier.
Fortunately, he is a child who can understand human language and has the intuition and warning of a wild animal.
After discovering that I was immune to all poisons, invulnerable to swords and guns, and could lift hundreds of kilograms of objects with one finger, he became more receptive to what I said.
After I brought home a nine-tailed fox and owned a whole Wayne Zoo, the little boy was even more willing to call me "Sister Leona".
There is a feeling of powerlessness, as if humans are inferior to animals.
418.
The Nine-Tailed Fox was a little cub I was forced to take in when I returned to China. Her cousin, Jiu Yue, was originally helping her get acquainted with modern life. She passed the exam, but she was timid. When frightened, she couldn't control her shapeshifting and returned to her original form.
It just so happened that I was dealing with the problem of too many monsters near Kunlun and provoking us every day with Bodhisattva Guanyin.
After we finished talking about work, I also asked him if he had any recommendations for plants and animals for me to raise. I felt that it was time to expand my zoo.
Jiu Yue sold me a nine-tailed fox.
Ah, September is my good friend. She also asked me for photos of my brothers. Because we are good friends, I gave her a 50% discount.
July - the name of September's cousin - seemed very happy too, so I brought her back.
It doesn't matter what you raise. The Bodhisattva also raised Bai Ze, Red Boy, Nezha, Dragon Girl... I also raise some Bixia flowers, Mandrake grass, Dream Mushrooms, Starlight Vine, Lando Beast, Hook Snake, Horse Monster, Niffler, Blue Crystal Butterfly and so on.
Besides, the nine-tailed fox is so cute, I can build her a house all her own! Foxes are canines, so would she want to live next to a warg or a shadowhound?
July chose to find a place to live on her own, and I respected her choice.
When he was carrying her through the Batcave, she was attacked by Damian's eyes, and then July was fascinated by Damian's superb petting skills at lightning speed.
Well, at least they both looked happy.
419.
"What's going on in this house?" Dick wailed, lying on the sofa. "Why do these little devils keep popping up? Bruce, can you control yourself?"
Bruce came out of the kitchen with coffee, completely ignoring Dick's accusations.
"He's right." Jason walked down the stairs, a bag of snacks in his hand. "Tim just went solo, and you've picked up a new one. You think the lights in Wayne's house aren't bright enough, and you need more people, right?"
Bruce took a sip of his coffee in silence before setting the cup down, "Damian is my responsibility."
"It's your fault, but now the whole family is taking the blame for him." Barbara poked her head out from behind the computer. "I was almost pinned to the wall by his training darts this morning."
"That was an accident." Damian's voice came from the second floor. He stood by the railing with his arms folded, a look of pride on his face. "If you had followed standard combat reflexes to avoid it, it wouldn't have been a problem at all."
"Oh, listen to what he's saying!" Jason slapped the sofa and stood up. "Come and fight me, little brat. I'll show you what a 'standard combat reaction' is!"
"Calm down, Jason." I patted his shoulder. "Don't bother with a child."
"Sister Leona, do you mean to say that he is not even qualified to be an opponent?" Damian snorted coldly, jumped off the railing, and landed like an agile cat.
"Don't irritate me." Jason's face had turned as dark as Bruce's night patrol uniform.
Dick stole Jason's snack and stuffed a popcorn into his mouth, a wicked smile on his face. "I think it's quite interesting. Go ahead, I'm watching."
Don't be surprised, this is because Damian attacked him last night and mocked his height.
Look how the child has been forced into a big evil blue bird.
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