It was midnight when Moses returned to Wayne Manor. He slept soundly, and Alfred came into his bedroom several times to take his temperature, but he only woke up briefly before falling into a dream again.

It was the next afternoon when he finally regained consciousness and opened his eyes. There was a cup of hot water on his bedside table, his wound had been bandaged carefully, and he had changed into new clothes. He looked like he was alive again.

——It’s so great to have days without getting sick!

With the realization that he would cherish his health after work, Moses took a shower and walked downstairs refreshed. Before he could ask his beloved housekeeper if there was any leftover food in the kitchen refrigerator for Batman to survive, he heard passionate electronic music coming from the living room.

"Round Three!" The expensive stereo that was only occasionally used to broadcast the news stood up today after a long absence. Its job has never been so recognized that the ordinary mechanical sound was rendered into a surround sound like a big movie, "Batman VS Captain America!!"

Next comes the muffled clicks of the controller buttons and the crackling sound effects of the skills.

"Don't put the batarang here!" Dick said, "That's Captain America! The shield is invincible!"

"What a waste." The person who answered was not Alfred - fortunately not, Moses found that there was a fourth person in the house without his knowledge. "Which button is the bat claw?"

"Up key plus X. Be careful to dodge because I'm going to use my ultimate."

The sound of a car engine.

Moses walked into the living room. A young man with black hair and blue eyes and a boy with black hair and green eyes were sitting on the sofa. The butler was watching from the side, looking quite pleased. On the screen, a pixelated black mass appeared. Batman, whose character could be barely identified by his pointed ears, pointed his finger at the sky and made a very childish gesture. Then, the Batmobile suddenly arrived amidst thunder and lightning. A dark stream of light flashed by, passing by the owner and Captain America's shield.

"Wow." Dick turned his head and raised his thumb, "This prediction is pretty good."

Jason Todd looked unhappy: "Batman is terrible, I'm going to play the Hulk next time."

Dick: "But he's handsome. Look at the reflection on the paint of the Batmobile, and the water on the ground in the background of the ultimate move."

Moses:"……"

Alfred caught a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye and immediately said, "Good afternoon, sir."

Jason's grip on the controller froze, and Dick's attack was not stopped. Batman on the screen was slapped out of the screen by Captain America, and his health bar was emptied quickly when he landed.

"K·O!" the game voice said in a noisy tone.

Without even turning his head, Dick said in a steady voice, "Batman is a new character. Players agree that he is difficult to operate, but his upper limit is also high. There are many videos of big guys in the forums showing off other heroes. You are a novice and need more practice to bring out his strength."

Jason: "...You're right, I didn't play well just now."

Behind them, the adult, still in his pajamas, walked slowly over, his blue eyes showing no special emotions: "Is this game licensed?"

"At least I haven't received any relevant emails." Alfred said, "But it is said that this is a non-profit work for fans. If the characters themselves protest, the relevant characters will be removed immediately."

"Yes." Moses' calm voice eased the tension of the two children. Dick was familiar with him and knew that Batman would not be angry about such things. When he heard the butler speak, he continued to explain, "This is a project in the largest superhero fan forum on the Internet. Although it is free, the art style, movements, and voices are all well-researched, and the ability data is relatively balanced. It is very playable. When the Batman character was added to the updated version two days ago, it was trending on Twitter."

"...I don't see where the movements are based on facts."

Jason was so nervous just now that his face almost collapsed. Hearing this, he quickly said, "Because there are too many false legends related to Batman, and there is no reliable film and television information, the author said that he added a lot of imagination when designing it - it is actually quite popular."

How popular is it?

Everyone knows that this character is five-star difficult to control, with low damage and control skills that require combos and timing, but they still keep playing it. Overnight, 365 screenshots of Batman's death appeared under the relevant Twitter topic, and one in ten videos is a solo show of the Dark Knight using cool operations to kill the opponent in one go.

Moses spent two seconds thinking about how much influence a fan-made work that was circulated in a small area could have on the image of Batman in the minds of Gotham criminals. He looked at Jason Todd, the Red Hood, who had come to Wayne Manor for the first time. Even though he was much more relaxed under Dick's guidance, he immediately returned to his alert state when he saw him. He looked into the bright, lively green eyes and was not surprised to see the tension and hope of the boy in them.

He thought about his long and chaotic dream last night. When he opened his eyes, he had almost forgotten it. But the scene was vaguely connected with Chou, the heavy snow, and Robin's uniform in the Batcave in the virtual world. Maybe the Joker's crazy talk had an impact on Batman. Even though he knew that the experience in the parallel universe had nothing to do with the present, he couldn't help but think more.

They are still children.

He thought.

Another Batman in the virtual world would see his young son as a potential criminal because his father was a thief who worked with Chou. The vigilante has been fishing for people who have sunk into the swamp for so long that he almost forgot what he looked like when he was not in the mud. But the Batman in this world is different. Those bad things will never happen. He stands here to ensure that the next generation of Gotan will not become Chou or another Batman.

So, under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, he pondered for a moment, suddenly walked forward and picked up the handle that had been thrown on the ground, and said, "If the action designed by it is really realistic, you should not have distanced yourself when your opponent threw the shield just now, but attacked from the side when the weapon was released."

Dick's eyes lit up, and he moved the cushion to make room for Moses. "Want a plate, Bruce? If I come across a great picture, can I post it on the forum?"

It turns out that a man who is at the top of the human spectrum in terms of both intelligence and physical coordination can't be bad at playing games. The only problem is that the Batman in this game is not really any different from the real person, except for the color tone.

"I almost want to sponsor the author," the man said half-jokingly as they sat in the restaurant, the two children drinking afternoon tea and Moses eating 'breakfast', "and then ask him to delete those useless moves of Batman."

"Are you mad?" Jason asked.

"What?" Moses looked at him with a Bruce-like smile. "I'm not that stingy. And Dick, if you really want to support game creators, I remember I gave you a card? Alfred said you haven't touched it yet."

Dick thought of the "little gift" that would attract a lot of attention and be treated with fear and trepidation when he took it out at the bank, and he couldn't help but choke up and said vaguely: "I'm still in school... I don't have much use for the money."

"You can buy something nice for your girlfriend." As a money-spending boy, Moses has a lot of experience in this regard.

How can I tell you that my girlfriend is Commissioner Gordon's daughter Barbara? Nightwing, who felt that this topic was becoming more and more dangerous to him, laughed. At the same time, the fork in Jason's hand collided with the plate, making a harsh friction sound.

The other two people at the long table looked over. The young man clenched his fingers and said uncomfortably: "Sorry, I didn't notice--"

"It's all right," said the man at the head of the table, soothingly. "I've made more jokes than you have at banquets given by the great men of Gothic. If you want to know, Alfred has the clippings."

Without the Batman armor, he looked pretty easygoing. Jason didn't answer, but the absurdity in his heart became stronger. He once thought that he was stupid for not thinking that Bruce Wayne was Batman, but now he found it difficult to treat the two identities of the man equally.

He had seen Batman breathing hot air in the heavy snow, trying to get words out of Choujo's mouth.

When people with empathy see someone else's wounds, they will shrink back involuntarily as if they have witnessed how the wounds themselves were formed.

Then Jason saw himself.

The self in Robin's uniform left in a hurry and without any warning. When he reappeared in front of Batman like a ghost, it was already the beginning of the second act of the story.

Yet now, the man who perhaps knew everything was sitting across from him, and he could still act as if nothing had happened, as if he didn't see Jason's awkward posture and embarrassed expression. But what did Batman say when they parted in the warehouse? 'If it's not necessary, I'm not going to interfere with you doing anything.'

They were like two completely unrelated people. The young man gnashed his teeth and was angry. What made him most dissatisfied was that his mother knew all those messy things from the little ugly mouth!

"What do you think of Robin?"

He suddenly changed the subject, "Batman can't always fight alone."

Dick: “Wait…”

Jason interrupted him and continued to say to Moses: "I know my appearance is a problem for you. Nightwing already knew your identity, and you trusted him, but Catwoman and I were beyond your expectations, right? Even if we didn't rush in to save you, you could still leave safely, and maybe it would be smoother."

"No." Moses, who had supplemented his list of adolescent psychology books after adopting Dick, sensed something was wrong. "I appreciate that - it would be even better if you could arrange a plan ahead of time to keep yourselves out of danger."

Dick: "Wait a minute, Bruce..."

"Tsk." Jason uttered a mocking single sound, "But Catwoman doesn't know your identity yet, and you were exposed while trying to save me, so you had to take me to Wayne Manor. So I ruined your Plan A twice, but the Dark Knight shouldn't send me to jail for this reason, so how about keeping me under your nose? To prevent me from printing Batman's headshot on paper and sticking it all over telephone poles?"

Dick: “No—”

Moses felt that he had a headache again, perhaps it was the sequelae of the fever. He tried to be reasonable and said: "I didn't mean that. You can leave, find your companions, go to school and live as usual. The only problem is that knowing my identity may bring you danger..."

"I heard that Batman in other worlds always brings Robin with him (Batman: where did you hear that?). Having an assistant makes many things easier. This is a plan that kills two birds with one stone. I can't think of any reason for you to refuse it."

"He has!" Before Moses could speak, Dick's short and powerful voice finally interrupted, "I understand your idea, Mr. Todd." They didn't address each other so formally when they were playing the game just now, "But if Batman must have a Robin with him, according to the principle of first come first served, then it should be me, right?"