In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1432: Is this the life of Batman? (on)

Diana pulled Clark away in a hurry, as if she didn't want to participate in this family ethics drama at all.

"I went to see Professor Schiller today, hoping to transfer back to the Department of Psychology, but unfortunately, he is no longer teaching at Gotham University."

Bruce looked at Thomas and explained, but Thomas stared at him coldly, his tone full of anger: "What I said is, how did you let yourself be removed before? Bruce, even if Martha and I are like this I have lacked your education for many years, but don't you even have the most basic morals?"

"When I was studying, only students who made very serious mistakes, including but not limited to those who committed vicious crimes such as murder, rape, and kidnapping, would be expelled from their own university professors. What did you do?!"

Bruce opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, Thomas took a deep breath, looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "You'd better not expect anyone to be responsible for your actions, and settle your own Professor, at most a week, make this matter as if it never happened, otherwise I will definitely make you look good!"

"University education experience is also for me..." Bruce raised his voice and wanted to refute, but he was interrupted by Thomas in the middle of speaking, and Thomas took a step forward, showing an oppressive posture.

"Bruce!"

"I don't want to talk about this!"

"Then let's talk about your Lamborghini tractor! What kind of land would you like to drive a Lamborghini tractor to plant by yourself?!"

"I..."

Bruce instinctively wanted to explain, but he suddenly lowered his head and repeated in a confused tone: "Lamborghini... tractor???"

"I won't say too much." Thomas reached out and patted the back of the sofa, and said bitterly, "Dick's class teacher told me that you transferred him six times within a year. school, and never visited his dormitory even once, there are three parent-teacher meetings a year, and you missed one."

"The football coach at Jason's school approached you twice, but you completely forgot about Jason's athletic talents he mentioned to you, and even missed the chance to sign him up for this season's junior soccer club .”

"You didn't go to the parent-child surfing event hosted by Tim's father last weekend. He doesn't know more than ten people of his age. You completely forgot that he said he was going to add a library to the Wayne Manor library. As for the series of detective books, Constantine helped him buy them."

"And Aisha, I didn't know until I went to kindergarten with her last week, you have never met her sensory integration training teacher! She actually called Selena who is still in Los Angeles, Only then did I know that Aisha will go to primary school next year."

"Bruce Wayne!" Thomas called Bruce's full name again, looked into his eyes and said, "Did Martha and I be so careless when we raised you? None of these children participated I have joined more than three clubs, I have never learned etiquette, I don’t know how to socialize, and I hang out in Wayne Manor every day!”

“They should have gone to the astronomy club with children of the same age to watch stars, play football on weekends, hold book clubs, take care of ponies at the horse farm, or even play video games together?”

"Dick has lived a two-point and one-line life like this for several years. Except for going to school and going home to do homework, he has already gone to middle school, and he hasn't even been to summer camp!"

"No child of the Wayne family should be subjected to such abuse! I don't even know how to describe your incompetence!"

Bruce opened his mouth again, clenched his fists, raised his tone and said, "But I can't spend my days around these things, I have more important things to do! I will make this city better Good!"

Thomas folded his arms and sneered and said: "It seems that you have not spent time on these things in the past few years, and other things have been done very well! Then how did you get dismissed by your professor? of?"

"I'm an adult now, I don't need you to teach me what to do and what not to do!" Bruce also squeezed the back of the sofa tightly and said, "Leave me alone!"

Thomas' complexion immediately sank, he took a deep breath, and said, "Okay, do you think I'm happy to take care of you? It's best if you can take care of yourself-but don't use the money I earned! "

"I will freeze all your bank cards, Alfred, and pack our bags for Master Wayne!"

After finishing speaking, he patted the back of the sofa chair hard, gave Bruce a cold look and turned to go upstairs. Limit consumption.

Alfred stepped forward and patted Bruce on the back and said: "In order to maintain the status quo of Wayne Group and make up for the company's deficit, Master Wayne has been working overtime for three consecutive days. The temper became violent."

"And one thing he said is right. Miss Aisha will go to elementary school next year. Have you taken care of her school?"

"I don't want to care about these things!" Bruce waved his hand irritably, avoided Alfred's action of putting his coat on him, walked towards the door of the basement, and said, "I'm going to the basement to do it now." Experiment, don't let anyone bother me."

After speaking, he rushed into the basement and closed the door forcefully. Tim, who was watching his back, narrowed his eyes, turned and walked towards the garden.

Bruce, who came to the basement, was stunned looking at the scattered equipment in the empty basement. He strode towards the nearest filing cabinet and began to search for the materials inside.

There are a bunch of white papers in the first drawer, and finally there are some written materials in the second drawer, but most of them are warranty instructions for lathe parts. The third drawer is some common tools. Ge did have handwritten notes, and Bruce took them out to see that they were scraps of psychology papers.

Turn over the things on the shelf, in addition to the small parts that have fallen into dust, there are dead spare Batmobile tires, Batmobile hoods, large and small rain boots and wading suits, and a large Heap of plastic bags.

In the corner of the basement, there are some ammunition covered with camouflage cloth, but most of them are common firearms on the market, and they don’t even have bullets. In another corner, there is a brightly painted part of a children’s slide , with two rows of tooth marks on it.

Bruce walked to the side of the machine. After turning on the machine, he found that it was only the most basic equipment for operating the machine tool. After the machine tool was turned on, there was no abnormality, but from the sound of gear friction, it could be heard that the machine had not been turned on for a long time and lacked lubrication. Oil, if this goes on, it will definitely wear out the parts.

Besides that, there was nothing in the whole basement. Bruce stood in the basement and looked around, pursing his lips and looking very dissatisfied. Soon the door of the basement opened, and Alfred brought hot tea, And Bruce turned to him and said, "Where's the Batmobile? I'm going out."

"It's in the backyard."

Before Alfred finished speaking, Bruce rushed up the stairs and went straight to the backyard, and then he understood what the pile of Batmobile parts in the basement were for.

The Batmobile parked in the backyard has only two tires, the left front wheel and the right rear wheel are missing, and the front hood has disappeared. The complex structure of the car under the hood is exposed to the rain. Next to it was a wrench and a screwdriver.

Bruce walked over and found more scars. The front bumper was hit by something, and it was completely crooked. The car doesn't look like it can be driven out of the house.

Bruce reached out to pull the car door, and there was a "squeak", a strong electric current burst out, and a shout came from behind the tree: "Hey, Bruce, what are you doing? You forgot the motor you added to the car door Is there a security system?"

Jason ran out from behind the tree, Harry followed him, the two of them just wanted to pass Bruce, Bruce grabbed Jason's shoulder, looked at him and asked, "Where are the other cars? "

"What other car?" Jason asked in a daze.

"Is this the only car in Wayne Manor? I mean, I have too many cars, and I may have forgotten where to park them."

"Too many cars?" Jason blinked, looked up at Bruce and said, "Did you forget that you sold all your luxury cars? It's a pity for the businessmen who came to buy them that day. After all, some There is only one car in the world, but you still sell them all.”

"Look, I said this rich guy will regret it." Harry looked at Jason and said, "He should have kept that pink 'glass slipper', that would be so cool, I haven't had time yet Take it for a ride, and he sold it!"

"So I don't have a car to drive now?" Bruce's tone contained a hint of anger, but Jason shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "You can take a taxi, or let the truck driver Come to pick you up, anyway, if you go out so late, you must be going to the East District."

Bruce frowned and said, "Why am I going to the East Side? I'm going to the Bat Cave in the suburbs. I have experiments to do."

Harry raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, "But you can't enter the Batcave now, isn't there a child lock after nine o'clock? Or is it called...thesis lock?"

Jason laughed out loud, and Harry stared at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I remembered that someone hasn't finished their grammar homework. Do you want me to read the composition you wrote last week that the grammar teacher called Gotham's literary treasure?"

"Jason! We agreed not to talk about it!" Harry screamed.

The two ran away fighting again. Bruce stood in the yard feeling a little dazed. Suddenly a gust of wind passed over his head, and Dick, who was wearing a blue and black uniform, landed lightly in front of him.

"I finished my homework ~IndoMTL.com~ go for a walk?"

"I need a car now!" Bruce tried to suppress the anger between his brows, and he emphasized to Dick: "I need a car to go where I want to go, I don't have time to accompany anyone now Play house!"

"There are indeed no cars in Wayne Manor now." Dick shrugged and said, "Okay, I'll call a taxi, so are you going to the East End tonight?"

"What's in the East End?" Bruce asked in surprise.

"It's nothing, it's just that the truck driver and the big crocodile often ask you out to have barbecue and play cards at night. If you still go tonight, the old rules, ten skewers of beef tendon need more peppers, and another lamb short ribs, which needs to be packaged The one with the blue waves, his ribs have no fat, I don't want to gain weight."

After finishing speaking, Dick walked past him and went into the hall to dial the number. After a while, a taxi stopped at the gate of Wayne Manor. Bruce got into the car and just closed the door. The driver asked enthusiastically: "Where are you going, sir?"

Bruce gave him an address, and then kept silent. The driver was very enthusiastic and kept telling him all kinds of news in Gotham, but Bruce was not in the mood to listen at all. After arriving at the place, he gave him some tips. got out of the car.

Found the real door of the Batcave, and Bruce's own voice came from inside the door: "Password".

"Go and write a paper!"

"Unavailable for this time slot."

"...What time period is available?"

"Password."

"Go and write a paper!"

"Unavailable for this time slot."

"Then what time period... What time period does he not write papers?!"