The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Batman came to the kitchen. Although he knew Alfred didn't need him to serve the dishes, if he stayed there, the Robins would expose the fact that he was hiding in the room watching Holmes.

He was standing by the kitchen door. Martha had just raised her foot to cross the threshold of the kitchen and almost bumped into him when she turned around.

Batman is very tall, even taller than Thomas. When he stood upright, it was like an insurmountable high wall. Martha was shocked when she bumped into him.

Oh my God, Bruce. The elegant lady took a few steps back to stabilize her figure. She looked Bruce up and down, looked into his eyes and asked, What are you doing here? The meal will be ready soon. I I thought you could go to the dinner table and talk to the kids a little more.”

I think Thomas needs to ask them how their studies are going.

Oh, come on. Martha sighed and said, Don't let him do it, Bruce. The pre-dinner conversation should be pleasant. You have to shield the children from the stress.

Batman glanced back at the restaurant.

At this time, Jason was holding a square tray over, using the area circled by the base as a football field, and explaining to the three Robins on the opposite side how he lost that game.

Bruce had already walked around to the three Robins and was arguing with Nightwing about the referee.

I will definitely take good care of the referee before Friday. I will let those guys understand what true friendship between landlords is. He said in a fierce tone.

This is not fair, Bruce, you can't let Jason and his school's referee blow a black whistle just because their referee blew a black whistle, and it will be endless. Nightwing emphasized: The children want a game more. Fair play.

But they abandoned what was fair first. Can you imagine how disappointed Jason and his team were? They trained hard for three months, and then those people ruined it all with unfair rulings. We must let Only when they taste disappointment can they understand the importance of fairness.”

That's great! Damian slammed the table, This is what we should do, why should we let them?!

Thomas glanced over, Damian blocked his mouth with his fist, coughed twice, shrugged and said: And we're not going to beat them up, we just did what they did, why can't we do it? Woolen cloth?

You still want to beat them up?!

Red Robin touched his chin and said thoughtfully: I don't think it's that simple. Could it be instigated by parents? The hatred in the business field was transferred to the football field or something.

It's completely a conspiracy theory. Dick shook his head and said, Just play football properly, why do you want to make such a mess?

Red Hood leaned over and pointed at the imaginary football field again, and said: Listen to me, just play like this. If I were you... wait a minute, I am you, I mean, you should play. Winger, that's their weak position...

Then they began to study tactics and discuss how to end the performance with a perfect kill with the blessing of the referee. Although Thomas was still reading the newspaper, Batman knew that he was listening intently and could not even find a chance to interject and ask. Dick's homework.

Bruce!!!

Batman heard Thomas calling, obviously calling him, and Martha waved him over and told him to hurry over and said: Tie your napkin before the food is served, and go ahead.

Batman had to walk back to the table.

When he came back, there was silence.

How was the meal? Thomas asked.

It's almost ready. Batman walked back to his seat and sat down, tying his napkin with lightning speed.

No one at the entire table could see his movements clearly. Anyway, the napkin suddenly appeared on his collar as if by magic.

Anyway, no one expected to see Batman stretching his neck and raising his hands, struggling to tie his napkin, so they all fell silent.

Thomas was still reading the newspaper, but Batman knew that he still hadn't read a word. When he came back, the children's tactical discussion was at its climax. Damian was about to say the final killing move he had prepared, and Thomas looked very excited. Wanted to hear it, but now it's all gone.

The Robins all sat up straight and leaned on the backs of their chairs, staring silently at the plates in front of them. The only difference between being in prison and being in prison was that they knew their sentence.

Deathly silence.

Don't you tie a napkin? Batman turned his head slightly and asked.

The children became visibly nervous, and their brains were obviously spinning rapidly, thinking whether Batman was accusing them of not tying their napkins now, or reminding them that they shouldn't tie their napkins now, or asking them in what way. Tie napkins.

Nightwing tentatively reached for the napkin on the table with his hand. Red Robin took this opportunity to carefully observe Batman's expression. When he found that there was no change, he gave the red hood a look, and the three of them tied it up as quickly as possible. Napkin and resume the previous position.

When Martha came over with the plate, she saw a row of older Robins sitting neatly in jail opposite, and Bruce was standing behind Dick's chair, tying his napkin.

How long are you going to tie it? Dick stretched out a hand to hook the sore muscles in his neck and shoulders, lowered his head, but turned his eyes back, looking at Bruce who was tying the knot behind him and said, You seem to be moving. Awesome surgery.

Say less, Dick. Tying the knot isn't that hard. I'm trying hard.

The probability of failure is very high. Jason helped Martha put the plate and said: You'd better stop working hard, and you'll be done with it.

Tim chuckled, as if he had imagined Dick sleeping with this thing on. Jason turned around and said, Don't laugh, you can't even tie your shoelaces.

Be polite, Jason, Thomas reminded. Offending everyone before dinner may lead to more pillow attacks at the slumber party later.

Bruce finally gave up, and Martha took over his job, very carefully helping the children tie their napkins one by one.

It's your job to take care of the kids, not ours. There was a hint of anger in Thomas's tone. He looked at Batman and said, Stand there, stand here, sit there, sit here, this is you. Is everything done?

Batman was a little confused when he was scolded. Yes, this was being scolded. Batman knew Thomas. He was once the eldest son of the Wayne family, and he would not be a shrew. This was already his state of scolding.

So Batman stood up again. He glanced around and found that Damian had not yet tied his napkin, so he walked towards Damian.

Damian was scared to death.

Uh, um, I can tie knots, I can do it myself, I...

Batman picked up the napkin, put it around his neck without saying a word, and tied it with a perfect slip knot.

After Damian reacted, he reached out and pulled the napkin that was not loose or tight, and made a horrified face at Tim next to him.

In fact, everyone could see his nervousness. The moment Batman strode over, the hearts of everyone around his destination were in their throats.

It's not that they think Batman will really do anything bad to them, but Batman has long established himself as a source of fear. Even if he is not Batman, his power makes him look like a A terrifying lion. No one can ignore such a beast approaching them.

They will instinctively fear and tremble, triggering their survival instincts and wanting to escape. When the other party touches them, they become stiff and unable to move, looking like chickens about to be slaughtered or fish on the chopping board.

I really don't know how you did it, so that your biological son can see you like a mouse seeing a cat. Thomas sighed as he picked up the knife and fork: People always have to choose between career and family. Choices were made, and you used your great gifts to carve out unique paths—each one worse than the last.”

Batman was speechless.

When he was busy being Batman, his life was filled with endless troubles, so he could use this as an excuse to explain away the problems the Bat Family had.

It's not that I can't handle the relationship between family members, it's just that I'm too busy. Being the bastard in the wishing well takes up all my time. It's understandable that all kinds of trivial family matters accumulate into conflicts.

Batman never expected that he would be forced to return to his family. But once he became an idler, he discovered that what he faced was not as simple as family conflicts. There was no place for him in this family.

Batman, who had longed for the return of his parents, did not enjoy any family affection after his parents did return. Apart from the initial joy of regaining his parents, Batman only had the embarrassment of not knowing what to do.

When the Bat-family with Robin was a combat team, Batman was their leader, but when they truly became a family, Batman had nowhere to go.

In the final analysis, he could no longer be a child, and he could not fully become a father.

If you want to enjoy family affection from your parents, you have to be a child, sometimes fragile, sometimes willful, expressing your true self, and then waiting for the care and help of your parents.

If you want to enjoy family affection from your children, you must be like a father. In addition to supervising and urging them, you must also take care of them, care about them, and stand behind them in a firm, emotional, and even unreasonable manner. , giving them a sense of security.

These are things Batman can't do.

He couldn't do it in the past, which wasn't a big problem, because most people couldn't see it, and those who saw it wouldn't care about him. After all, saving the world is indeed a very great goal, and the love between children can temporarily make way for it.

But it won't work now, Batman thought. He stared at Bruce sitting opposite and thought, if all the Batmans in the universe are seriously ill, then he is not abnormal.

But there is a Juan King here who actually cured himself at such a young age. It is abnormal for him to be normal. This shows that he is too abnormal.

But he soon discovered that the matter was much more serious than he thought, because after dinner, Bruce brought back another Bruce, an equally young Bruce, but sad, tired and haggard.

God!!!

Martha screamed and ran towards Bruce. She hugged Bruce, let go and then held Bruce's face, staring into those somewhat distracted gray-blue eyes and shouting.

Bruce! Bruce, what's wrong with you?! Alfred, call the doctor, call the doctor quickly!!!