Chapter 49 Tim University and Synthesizer [VIP]
609.
The days passed by in a whirlwind manner. Tim went to New York to attend university. He said he wanted to stay away from the disputes and think about the true meaning of his life.
I have no objection, and I told him that if he meets Captain America or Black Widow, please ask them for their autographs for me.
Captain America’s chest is also something you must admire when you go to New York.
Just like when you come to Gotham, you must see Batman's sexy figure cruising at night, Nightwing's buttocks, Jason's thin waist, etc.
This is on the list of must-eats in Gotham compiled by the Hehuan Sect. Even though no one has tried it, it is well known that it is delicious hahahaha.
610.
Tim shared a few photos of him and his new friend Peter Parker in the group.
I clicked on it casually and looked at the photo of the brown-haired boy wearing black-framed glasses and with a shy smile, and I felt something was wrong.
"Peter Parker?" I repeated the name with a frown, a sense of foreboding emerging in my mind.
…
...Hiss, this name seems familiar?
I dug into my database. The recent upheaval in the alternate universe has enriched my database considerably. Especially in a world where superheroes are all comics, we've added a lot of files and information in one fell swoop.
"What? It's Spider-Man."
I closed the database.
Spider-Man! Is Tim planning to snatch him from the Avengers and bring him to the Teen Titans?! It doesn't seem impossible. After all, Peter is only this age, and it seems like he doesn't have much in common with the other Avengers.
Come on! Red Robin! He's also red and black, so you'll definitely have a lot in common!
611.
I also stumbled upon Tim's anonymous college forum.
Wow, our Teen Elite seems to be quite popular. There's also a thread where many classmates post pictures of Tim taken secretly and update his whereabouts every day.
"Tim, you are now the top star in the New York college student circle!" I smiled and sent a screenshot of the university forum to the Bat family group chat.
Dick was the first to click in and read: "Tibao, you're so popular! I'm so happy! But why are all your photos so dark?"
Jason munched on a snack while casually clicking on the screenshots. After a quick glance, he paused. "...Tim, why do these photos of you look so... uh, unscrupulous?"
Barbara took a closer look, lost in thought. "Hmm...high-quality candid footage, with a sharp angle and exceptional clarity. They even did the post-production themselves, even annotating the time, location, and event."
Stephanie excitedly scrolled through the posts: "Hahahahaha, they're still analyzing Tim's daily routine! Is this some kind of celebrity-chasing scene?"
Damian frowned. "Drake, what on earth did you do at school? Why are even ordinary people following you?"
Tim finally sent a "..." to join the group, and then immediately sent a sentence:
"I'm just going to school. Why are you talking like I'm the son of some New York Mafia godfather, hiding my identity and going to a regular school to experience life?"
612.
【Forum at a New York University】
[Gossip] Tim Drake's daily updates (continuously updated)
1L Anonymous: This is a fan post for Drake. Please share more photos and daily life of Tim Drake here~
5L Anonymous: Today, Drake studied in the library for three hours. He looked very handsome while reading seriously.
Illustration: Tim’s profile as he reads seriously.
12L Anonymous: I saw Drake having a very pleasant conversation with Dean Coker. Are they discussing some academic issues?
Illustration: The backs of Tim and another man.
20L Anonymous: I was lucky enough to meet Drake today in a coffee shop three blocks away from the school, but who is the guy next to him?
Illustration: Tim is talking in a low voice with a boy.
25L Anonymous: I think his name is Peter Parker? He's a well-known nerd at school, a part-time job addict, and never attends any of his classmates' parties. He spends his days splitting time between the lab, the classroom, and his part-time job.
30L Anonymous: But I heard that he has received offers from many companies such as Osborn, and even Stark Industries has sent him an offer!
35L Anonymous: I have to say, both of them are excellent, and I agree that they should communicate with each other.
Reply to 35L Anonymous: No one cares about the above. If you want to argue, please start a separate thread.
40L Anonymous: Today, Drake made a potion in the lab that emits skull-shaped smoke... Is it a new type of poison?
Caption: A hand holding a glass bottle of purple water.
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613.
Someone also started a new thread asking: Why does everyone make Drake look like someone involved in some shady business?
It's from Gotham.
Although Drake is the actual person in charge of the two companies on the surface, his name can be seen in many financial newspapers, and he is actually very gentle, polite and elegant in actual communication... but he is from Gotham after all.
Although Gotham's crime rate has been declining year by year, while other cities' crime rates have been rising year by year, zero-dollar shopping is rampant, violence is intensifying, and demonstrations are endless...but it is Gotham after all.
It is not so easy to take off the inherent title. Except for those who want to take a chance, probably no ordinary people dare to come here.
614.
No.
“Want to invite him over?” I messaged Tim.
"Maybe?"
Okay, it seems I'm okay.
615.
"Sister Leona." Guan Luo came to me with his big eyes blinking.
Move away from your phone.
Little Starfish has been getting along really well with the other pets lately, and even worked with the Amazing Animals to rescue oppressed circus animals. He's currently trying to convince everyone to join him in forming a band that's known for its "dryball" sound. I thought he was still trying to win over Mia, wasn't he?
After all, Mia's voice is very nice, ethereal and sacred, and it touches the soul directly.
"I found some machines in my dad's laboratory in the Batcave, and Dick asked me to ask you!" Guan Luo looked expectant.
I followed him to the machines.
Ah... Universal Synthesizer, Life Baking Machine, Order Record Player...
The products from other universes bought from the system can be synthesized into anything, it is clearly a rice cooker but can create life, it can only play order-related records and no other sounds... With Bruce's personality, how can he feel at ease if he doesn't figure them out?
I don't have high hopes for L. After all, it's a creation of a "genius" in another universe full of advanced technology, so there's no need to imagine how complex it is. Besides, my family isn't the type of person who's into scientific research, and there's so much else to do in Gotham and the world.
Bruce painstakingly studied it for half a month, then put it aside after Scarecrow showed up again. However, he took the opportunity to explore other fringe technologies, though he still didn't understand them.
To be honest, if it weren't for Guan Luo, I would have almost forgotten their existence.
616.
After finishing the explanation, Guan Luo and I looked at each other.
It would be a shame not to play with them, after all, I own them!
Guan Luo and I happily opened the universal synthesizer.
But we both had a hard time figuring out what to put in it.
"How about Kryptonite?" I held out a green gem.
"Superman probably didn't mess with you, did he?" Guan Luo complained, pulling out a strand of Krypton's fur. "What would happen if you added Superman's Kryptonian puppy?"
"Then add Superman's hair." I smiled and put a bunch of curls in.
"Wait, sister? Why do you have superhuman hair?" Guan Luo sucked his fingers in horror.
"Just like you would have Krypton's fur." I calmly gave a thumbs up. It was just some little furry problem shared by the Bat family.
The synthesizer hummed, and soon a collar popped out... uh, that would actively control the Kryptonian creature.
It can also detect the wearer's health and connect to the system to lock coordinates.
"It seems to be of no use." Guan Luo scratched his head.
After all, Krypton is a well-behaved dog! Gentle, polite, and cheerful! He generally doesn't do anything Superman forbids him to do. Of course, if it's a mission involving the Paranormal Animals, that's a different matter. Sometimes, a puppy needs his own private space, after all.
I put that collar aside.
617.
I was stuffing Dick's sequined jacket, which he had left on the couch, into the machine when Jason came through the door carrying burgers.
"Add more seasoning!"
He squeezed the chili sauce into the feed port, the synthesizer vibrated twice, and spit out a wristband that could spray sparks.
"Cool!" Dick suddenly appeared, grabbed it, put it on his hand, and burned the Nightwing logo in the air during a backflip. "Everyone in Gotham or Bludsea will love this romantic logo!"
Damian walked by, holding the cat, and threw the lint roller in: "Cleaning up the mess."
The machine swallowed the wheel and half of the batarang, and the resulting vacuum cleaner chased Canro around the room.
Guan Luo: "Wait, I don't have any hair!"
Jason enjoyed the sight of Guan Luo howling as he was being chased.
"Come on, little starfish! I believe you can defeat the vacuum cleaner. You are a fragment of the villain Starro!"
618.
When Stephanie appeared with the freshly baked dessert, Kasan was throwing the soft cloth that Alfred used to clean silverware into the synthesizer.
"May I remind you," said Alfred, who was following behind, watching Steve put half a cookie in, "I don't think this machine has any taste system installed?"
Steve stuck out his tongue under Alfred's raised eyebrows and leisurely put the dessert on the table.
The synthesizer immediately spit out a self-cleaning arm that sang "God Save the Queen."
Synthesizer, synthesizer, if you feel threatened, just blink!
That night, all the weapons in the Batcave were polished to a piano lacquer sheen.
619.
"I think I need an explanation."
When Bruce walked down the elevator rubbing his forehead, I was throwing the Kryptonite collar, the Curse Tie made from Bruce's tie, the Scarecrow portrait and the Popping Candy, and Jason's belt in for secondary synthesis.
The rings spit out by the synthesizer sparkled, and everyone within ten meters of Bruce suddenly raised happy and joyful smiles and began to applaud automatically, as if the Batcave automatically played a wedding march.
Clark just happened to send a message: "Bruce! Although this is sudden, I wish you a happy marriage - wait, what am I saying?"
Batman raised his eyebrows calmly.
I quietly retreated with the can in my hand.
What explanation do you need? Isn't Bruce used to these unexpected situations in our family? I believe Batman can handle it, yeah.
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