Chapter 55 Batboy is essential [VIP]
683.
The dead birds and Leona and Big D who asked, "Eh? Do I want one too?" knelt in a row in front of the angry Jason.
After learning how to do a manicure, Little T wandered off to find Stephanie, who was still working.
"Now, you are not allowed to leave the hall without my permission." Jason said coldly.
Leona knelt on a cushion, chewing an apple, tiptoeing towards the remote control under the coffee table. Jason suddenly swung a batarang, nailing it to the hem of her skirt. "If you move again, I'll tie you up and take you to the Batcave to write a 3,000-word self-criticism."
"I'm reporting it!" Dead Dick's soul raised his hand, knocking over his water glass. "Big D just stole the pudding from the refrigerator!"
Big D wiped the cream stain from the corner of his mouth. "Um, Jason never said no snacks. But as an apology, I can perform a floor-scrubbing performance to pay off my debt!"
As he said that, Big D grabbed the rag and did a backflip, and the bucket of water splashed down, soaking half of the carpet.
Jason's temples were throbbing. "You guys think this is a circus?"
Before he finished speaking, Cassandra had already silently wrung out the mop and started to clean up the mess.
Big D blinked awkwardly, raised his hand, said his lunch break was over and it was time to go to work, and disappeared in a flash.
684.
"Everyone sit down!" Jason pushed the soul of the dead Jason who was trying to escape back onto the sofa.
"From now on, whoever touches my personal belongings--" Jason hadn't finished speaking when the TV screen suddenly lit up.
Dead Tim's spirit popped its head out of the game console. "Red, you've been stuck on the Batcave in Arkham Knight for three days now."
Jason picked up a sofa cushion and threw it at the monitor: "What do you care!"
"We can help!" Dead Dick's spirit suddenly flashed to the coffee table. "I cleared the game with one life!"
"Beat the level with your backflip?" Jason sneered, watching the Batman model on the screen suddenly start tap dancing. "Stephanie! Put down the controller!"
685.
The living room erupted in chaos. Leona took the opportunity to grab the game controller, but Jason grabbed her collar and dragged her out: "What are you doing here?"
"It's more fun when there are more people!" Leona shook her head. "My operating skills are not bad either—Hey, Tim, don't steal it!"
The image of several overlapping translucent souls crowded in front of the LCD screen was simply too absurd.
Dead Damian's pet cheetah bit the power cord in an attempt to physically shut it down, only to be smothered in a rag by the spirit of dead Cassandra. Dead Steve pounced on dead Tim, sending him flying three meters in a single blow. Dead Dick was frozen in place by Leona's quick movements, only his eyes able to move. Dead Jason's spirit-controlled character was knocked crooked by the other dead along the way: "Stop bumping into me! Can't you see Batman is about to be beaten to death by these thugs?"
Jason's temples were throbbing. "Get out of here!"
His movement to break through the siege and pass the handle caused all the souls to fall into a ball.
686.
Five minutes later, all the souls gathered around Jason.
"Press the left stick down for a triple hit!" Dead Dick's soul floated beside Jason's ear and shouted excitedly, his translucent fingertips almost poking into the screen.
Jason slammed the keys. "Shut up! Do you think this is a circus trapeze artist?"
Jason had just turned the corner of the chemical plant in Batman when Tim suddenly dangled halfway down from the chandelier: "Three armed thugs in the nine o'clock ventilation duct."
"Shut up! I can read the minimap myself!" Jason clicked the handle, and the bat dart on the screen hit the target accurately.
Dead Dick sat cross-legged above the coffee table, chewing on an apple. "Don't be so stubborn, Little Wing. Tibo can memorize the locations of all the manhole covers in Gotham City—he even used that to win my bet last week!"
The dead Damian's soul hugged Cheetah and sneered, "You can't even remember your combo, Todd. You're only fit to use a crowbar."
Before he could finish his words, his pet leopard yawned and slammed its furry tail on the pause button, causing the character to be targeted by the Joker Gang.
"Be quiet!" Jason's forehead was bulging with veins, and he was on the verge of going berserk.
687.
He had just swung to the rooftop with his grappling gun when he was forced back by the overwhelming firepower and the sea of people. Cassandra said nothing more and reached out to grab the handle - the combat master simply hacked the machine gun, threw out a smoke bomb, and went in and knocked people down with terror, killing them in a bloody massacre.
Jason took the handle handed to him by Dead Kashan with a pious expression.
"To land perfectly, you need to calculate the acceleration of gravity!" Leona pointed with a lollipop in her mouth, and was nailed to the back of the sofa by Jason with a bat dart.
Steve took the opportunity to grab the snack bag. "According to the Arkham Knight physics engine parameters, this should be..."
"Bang!"
There was an explosion in the game, and the five souls gasped at the same time - Batman's cape was ignited by the gas pipe.
Amidst the arguments of "I told you to defuse the bomb first and then fight", "You should have used freezing grenades", and "You guys are a bunch of tactical idiots", Jason suddenly stood up and smashed the game console against the wall.
A second before the debris flew everywhere, all the souls did a backflip to hide in the chandelier, Dead Tim got into Della and jumped to the first floor, Dead Steve melted into the floor, and Damian retreated ten meters holding the cheetah.
In the silence, the clown's final electronic voice came from the LCD screen: "Batsy~ You've been tricked by your own people again, hahahaha!"
When he was using the spare game console, he found that all the souls were huddled together on the dining table ten meters away - begging for help. Stephanie even thoughtfully drew a simple apology smiley face.
688.
Jason gloomily activated the backup game console. "After Cassandra's death, the armored vehicle will patrol to the three o'clock position."
"Dead, but honestly chose to sneak.
Dead Tim dangled down from the chandelier. "From here, we need to go straight to the main control room through the southwest ventilation duct, but we need to hack into three circuits first. In this order, red, blue, and yellow."
"Shut up, spoilers be damned." Jason hurled a batarang through the chandelier chain. Tim floated over to Leona, clutching a broken piece of chain. "Judging from his current mood, he'll definitely explode in three seconds."
The screen suddenly flashed red, and Jason frantically pressed the wrong button. As Batman was blown away, the five souls sighed in unison: "We told you to defuse the bomb first!"
"Are you guys, the backstabbing bunch, annoying?" Jason said, ready to stand up with his game controller in hand, but Dick held his shoulder and consoled him. "Red, calm down! I'm definitely going to shut them up this time."
689.
The game finally progresses to the plot where Batman and Arkham Knight meet in person.
"This green-haired guy is so annoying, chirping here!" Leona made a crunching sound as she chewed the popcorn.
"That's what I mean. You still dare to say that you raised Jason well... Ugh! I'm going to vomit!" Stephanie made a vomiting expression.
The scene begins to spin, and the altercation between Arkham Knight and Batman escalates.
When the Arkham Knight angrily accused Batman of abandoning him, Dead Steve suddenly said in an aria: "Oh ~ Daddy! Love me again!"
Jason punched him in the head.
690.
"Honestly, the smell of resentment is so strong that it's about to overflow." Dead Dick watched with relish the Arkham Knight and Batman fighting over and over again.
"Oh, when I crawled out of the coffin myself, I also wanted to put the gun to Batman's face. Unfortunately, when I was resurrected, my mind was not clear and I was still acting like a fool picking up garbage to eat in Gotham." Dead Jason said regretfully while grabbing popcorn.
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment.
"Your hell jokes are outdated, Jason." Dead Tim munched on his popcorn bucket. "No one feels hell anymore because everyone lives in Hades now."
"You're right, Tim. So, is there such a thing as a joke about the underworld?" Dead Jason took the can of Coke next to Dead Dick and opened it with a "pop".
"I'm sorry, but no." Leona stared at the screen intently, and with her left hand she snatched the Coke that Jason had just opened. It was as if she hadn't taken the Coke if she hadn't been looking at it.
When Batman punched Arkham Knight and Arkham Knight angrily shouted that he would catch him, the only sound in the living room was the buzzing of the monitor.
Dead Jason suddenly punched Leona and snatched back the Coke can: "This line is harder to digest than the garbage I snatched from Wildcat after I was resurrected."
691.
When family members returned in the evening, the living room had become a disaster scene.
Stephanie looked at the broken pieces of the game console stuck to the floor and exclaimed, "Didn't Dahong say our house was robbed?"
"It's much more terrible than a robbery." Jason pointed coldly at Leona, who was beating up the Riddler. "This is the Plague God from a parallel world."
He paused, then pointed to the cheering souls around him, "This is the dead ghost she brought."
692.
"That's sad," Leona said sullenly, taking a break from beating up the Riddler. "We've spent the whole afternoon helping you solve these damn riddles. All 243 of them! Is this how you treat your comrades?"
"Some people not only didn't express their gratitude but even spoke ill of us. The quality of the isotopes in this world isn't very good." Dead Jason pointed at Living Jason.
Jason's fist hardened.
"Okay, okay, don't say that about Little Wing." At this time, Dead Dick jumped out to ease the atmosphere.
"After all, this Jason looks only about ten years old. Young people will be blinded by anger." Dead Tim shook his head and took a sip of delicious Coke.
"Yeah, unlike some dead ghosts, their age after death is six or seven times that of others." Dead Stephanie winked at Jason.
693.
"This feels amazing." Stephanie circled around Dead Stephanie. "Hmm... It's like looking in a mirror."
"So how are you now?" Dead Stephanie's face grew older at a visible rate, with traces of time on her face. "Do you feel like you've traveled through time and space?"
"Cool!" Stephanie took a photo with Cassandra, Steph, and Cassandra. "It's not often you see a photo with an older version of yourself."
"We can freely control the age of our appearance. Most of the time, we keep our bodies at their peak." Tim explained, his face switching between a teenager, young adult, and old age.
"Except when riding the express train to the underworld, ghosts who died early always give up their seats for them involuntarily." Leona added with a smirk.
"Respecting the elderly and loving the young are traditional virtues in the underworld." Tim's face is so thick that only nuclear weapons can break it.
694.
Damian had a 360-degree view of the tall and strong Dead Damian.
"You've taken good care of your leopard." Damian said with admiration.
"Thank you." Damian smiled reservedly. He glanced at the cat-like creature in the man's arms and said, "Your cat is well-fed, too."
Damian's eyes grew more appreciative.
This is one of the rare people who doesn't call "朏朏" a cat! He is indeed his own!
695.
The atmosphere was lively, and the dead and the living fully exchanged views with each other, enhanced their understanding, and are expected to further strengthen cooperation and communication.
"I'm sorry to disturb everyone's interest at this time, but I think tonight's dinner may need your favor even more." Ah Fu walked over gracefully with a plate and raised his eyebrows.
"What do you think, Master Bruce?" He looked at the living Bruce who was discussing parenting experiences with the dead Bruce.
"Alfred is right." Bruce's expression was calm, as if he had always thought so.
"I'm sorry that today's dinner is not enough to support twice as many young masters and young ladies. It's my fault as a housekeeper to let the guests go hungry. It's really rude to have dinner on the side." Ah Fu bowed slightly to the dead ghosts with a serious expression.
Leona broke out in a cold sweat, "Afu, this is not your fault."
She lowered her head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry for not telling you in advance."
Dick waved his hands hurriedly, "As ghosts, we don't need to eat. Even if you prepare it, we can't eat it."
The dead ghosts nodded and explained repeatedly, and finally Ah Fu's expression softened.
696.
Let’s start eating.
Throw away the vegetables you don’t like to eat to others.
Take away your favorite food and give it to yourself.
Three things to protect during your meal at Wayne's:
1. Favorite dishes.
1. Love to drink water.
3. Family members who like to eat dishes that you don’t like.
The most useless thing: the family relationship that has long been broken.
697.
Halfway through dinner, Leona suddenly tapped her glass with her fork: "Bruce, do you want to meet Grandpa and Grandma?"
The clinking of knives and forks on the table suddenly stopped. Jason dropped the strawberry pudding he was holding onto his plate with a "plop." "What are you up to now..."
Dead Tim popped out from the side, waving a photo of young Thomas and Martha shopping in the underworld. "Friendly reminder to the underworld officials—Mr. Thomas and Ms. Martha are high-quality talent for our extradition program."
Bruce's knuckles turned white as he pinched the napkin. "Leona, actually..."
"Okay!" Leona interrupted Bruce and gave him an OK sign, "I knew you wanted to see him so badly!"
698.
When Thomas and Martha walked out of the door arm in arm, it was as if they had never left.
"Oh my God." Stephanie was so moved by the atmosphere that tears welled up in her eyes. "Bruce would definitely melt!"
"I guess so." Leona wiped up the spilled juice with a paper towel. "By the way, Grandma Martha brought some food that she made herself."
Martha walked straight towards Bruce with the paper bag: "Bruce, we are always here with you and watching you."
Her eyes were gentle and loving, and there was a hint of blame for the child not caring about his own body.
"You're amazing, Bruce. More than we could have imagined."
"Mom..." Bruce stood up with a tense expression and almost knocked over the plate.
Martha walked quickly over and hugged him.
"You are our eternal pride."
Thomas came over and hugged them both with open arms.
"Your mother is right."
699.
The heartwarming topic ended, and Thomas and Martha sat solemnly in their chairs, facing Bruce who looked rather uneasy.
Thomas: "I heard you stayed up late last week after breaking your ribs?"
"It's just a slight..." Bruce opened his mouth to defend himself, but was interrupted by Dick's coughing while trying to hold back his laughter.
Jason took the opportunity to steal the cheese baked lobster from Bruce's plate, and did not forget to attack his hideous brother in front of his grandparents: "Bruce, please take care of it! Your devilish child is using my wall as a drawing board!"
"Todd!" Damian leaped up and flung his knife. "The cactus you deliberately watered to death the day before yesterday is still moldy on my windowsill!"
700.
As Martha piled carrots onto Dick's plate, the Golden Boy wailed and hid behind Kasan. "That's enough, Grandma Martha! The plate is overflowing... Kasan, help!"
"Eat more to grow stronger." Martha pointed at Bruce with a reproachful expression, "When little Bruce was five years old..."
"Mom!..." Bruce's words that wanted to stop him vanished in the face of Martha's smile. He stood up firmly and ran out the door faster than the night patrol. "Alfred! Get ready for the night patrol!"
701.
As they were getting ready for their night patrol, Bruce held Leona's hand holding her uniform: "Tonight you..."
"I know~" She turned around and called on the dead guys to go to the chess and card room with her.
In less than ten minutes, the noise in the chess and card room was even more chaotic than that in an Internet cafe at eleven o'clock in the evening.
"Three! Give back the nine-tube you stole!"
"Oh no! Give me that damn Dick face and I'm going to draw a giant turtle for you!"
"Damn Dick, I saw you cheating! Don't try to hide it from me!"
"Hey!" Die Dick raised his voice in dissatisfaction, "This is not fair! You are ganging up on me!"
Three translucent figures and one solid figure were arguing at the mahjong table. Tim, the idiot, pushed the table next to Thomas to join the fray: "Just in time, we're short of one!"
702.
At two in the morning, Alfred knocked on the door of the chess and card room, carrying honey and milk: "Mrs. Martha recommends that you keep the volume below 60 decibels."
Leona was about to slam the "deal" cards on the table when she heard this and immediately lowered her voice: "Will Bruce curse when he comes back?"
"He'd microwave his midnight snack three times and then put it back in its place as if nothing had happened," the old butler put down the tray. "Just like when you were a kid playing with the Batmobile and the master caught you."
"This is a severe punishment." Leona raised her eyebrows. "It seems we need to be quiet..."
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