Chapter 1462: Birds and Return (VII)

After calling Dick's name reflexively, Thomas was stunned. How could Dick grow so big overnight? What did he miss?

Then he realized that this couldn't be Dick, at least it certainly wasn't the Dick he knew.

Thomas took two steps back very quickly, lifted up the hem of his suit with one hand, took out the Batarang from his waist, stared at Nightwing coldly, and asked, "Who are you? Why are you in Wayne Manor?"

After seeing Thomas's familiar reaction, Nightwing reflexively backed away from the shooting range, stretched out his hands to block himself and said, "Wait a minute, Batman, I am..."

Nightwing's voice stopped suddenly, and he realized what he had said, and then he looked at the face of Thomas in front of him in shock. Thomas looked too much like the Batman he knew.

People who know the Flashpoint universe should know that Thomas, the old man of the Flashpoint universe, is actually the biological father of Batman in the main universe. Their appearance, height, and body shape are very similar, so Nightwing immediately recognized him as someone he was familiar with. The main universe of Batman.

Although Nightwing felt that the previous Batman who was about the same age as him was a bit difficult to accept, the Batman in front of him was a bit too old.

Two Batmans in one Gotham City?

Just thinking of this, Yeyi felt his head buzzing.

The Batarang in Thomas' hand was already tightened. Nightwing saw him taking an attacking stance and immediately wanted to explain, but Thomas was obviously the kind of Batman who wouldn't listen to explanations, so he wanted to throw the dart. The moment before going out, another figure wandered out of the room.

Thomas looked at the familiar Dick leaning against the guardrail with half-closed eyes, looking very sleepy. He loosened his grip on the weapon, and then heard Dick holding the pillow say: "Didn't Bruce tell you? This It’s the Bat family from another universe, that’s us from another universe.”

"Oh, by the way, I read the letter written by the professor. He said that the Batman of that universe is your biological son, and these people are his good helpers and good partners."

Thomas paused as he recalled Barry Allen telling him about the origins of the Flashpoint world and a completely different story in another universe.

Are they from the universe where Bruce Jr. became Batman?

Thomas' expression remained unchanged, still staring at Nightwing seriously, but he put away the weapon in his hand, rearranged his suit and walked quickly to the sofa, sitting down.

He first waved to Dick and said, "You go back to bed first. You have to get up for class tomorrow morning. By the way, put your French homework on the table. I will go over and check it later."

Dick suddenly became stiff, his sleepiness flew out of the sky, and he rushed back to the room in a panic.

Then he pointed at Yeyi and said, "Come here, sit down."

"But I'm going to..."

"You can't go anywhere." Thomas looked at his face and said calmly: "The moment I touched the batarang, all the airports, train stations, and bus stations in Gotham were suspended. Where are you? Can’t go either.”

Nightwing stood there and looked at him. After more than ten seconds, he reluctantly came over and sat on the sofa.

"Name."

"Are you interrogating a prisoner?"

"Answer my question, or it will be."

"Dick Grayson."

"Legal name."

"Richard Grayson."

"Your last name is not Wayne?"

Dick pursed his lips, tilted his head to the side and said, "I kept my last name in memory of my parents who passed away."

"Are you Batman's adopted son?"

"So be it."

"Yes or no?"

"I'm his Robin."

"Okay, let me ask another question, is he your legal guardian?" Thomas asked, staring into Nightwing's eyes.

"We have no legal relationship and we don't need that."

"Why doesn't he legally adopt you?"

Nightwing opened his mouth, but still emphasized: "That makes no sense, and the conditions are not met. According to the laws of New Jersey..."

"His last name is Wayne, and he still cares about the laws of New Jersey?"

Nightwing could have refuted him firmly, but there were some chaotic thoughts plaguing his heart.

He looked back into Thomas's eyes and couldn't help but ask: "Dick in this world...I mean, his parents are healthy, why would Batman adopt him? And why would he change his surname to Wayne?"

"Of course it is to give Dick a better education. Bruce, myself, and the Graysons all agree on this. Where are there any good schools and teachers in Bludhaven?"

"Of course!" Nightwing instinctively wanted to protect his hometown, but then he still said a little unsurely: "Although it may not be as good as Gotham, it is by no means a bad school. The children there are very sensible and the teachers are very good. friendly."

"Happy education, huh?" Thomas snorted from his nostrils.

Just when Nightwing was about to open his mouth to ask again, Thomas leaned against the back of the sofa and said to Dick, "Are you very interested in your last name?"

Although Nightwing felt a little embarrassed and angry that someone had revealed his secret so quickly, he still asked eagerly: "Do Batman change Dick's last name, do his parents agree?"

"I had this same question when I first came here." Thomas turned around and took the hot tea from Alfred's hand. He looked down and found that there were some medicinal ingredients that he didn't quite recognize.

But he still took a sip and continued, "I don't want Bruce to steal other people's children, but he convinced me."

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"What did he say?" Nightwing leaned forward and asked.

"Whether he is Grayson or Wayne can't shake the relationship between them, but it will change other people's views on Dick."

"If Dick can't have a connection with Bruce Wayne in appearance, surname and legal sense that others can see at a glance, then everyone will only regard Dick as a poor little guy picked up by Master Wayne, and will feel that he is not valued and may be kicked out one day."

"But if his name is Richard Wayne, then no matter whether he is related to Bruce by blood, as long as his surname is Wayne, others must give him the respect that Wayne deserves, otherwise it is contempt for the Wayne family, and few people in the world can afford such a price."

Thomas put down the teacup, sighed and said: "Dick is not a Gotham native. Outsiders will not be accepted in any environment at the first time. If he wants to quickly gain the status he deserves in an unfamiliar circle, Dick needs help and guidance."

Thomas keenly discovered that when he finished his last sentence, Nightwing's hands clenched suddenly, but soon loosened again.

"Tell me about you." Thomas said at the right time.

"Me? What can I say?" Nightwing seemed a little nervous. This was obviously a casual chat, but his tense facial expression and stiff body language made it look like an exam.

Thomas felt that this state was not conducive to conversation. He was too defensive and it was likely that the conversation would not produce any results. So, he planned to ease the tension and start with daily life.

Thomas looked Nightwing up and down, estimated his age based on the size difference between him and Dick, and chose a topic that a boy of this age might be most receptive to, and asked.

"How is college life? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Nightwing blinked and instinctively answered, "I don't have college, and I don't have a girlfriend."

Thomas frowned immediately, but he tried to restrain his emotions and didn't show it too obviously. Instead, he pretended to say, "Oh? Did Batman hire a tutor for you?"

"Well, he has been tutoring me..."

"About the Wayne family's business?" Thomas' expression eased a little, and he asked with some concern, "When did you first take over the Wayne family's business operations? Bruce's business strategy is still relatively conservative, so I guess... fourteen years old?"

Nightwing seemed a little surprised, but Thomas still asked himself, "What industry did he first let you practice in? Chemical industry? Construction industry or logistics industry? It can't be the military industry, right?"

Looking at Nightwing's expression, Thomas' eyebrows slowly frowned again, and he said in a rather unhappy tone: "Don't tell me, he asked you to work in finance with those young guys on Wall Street? I remember when he was a kid, I repeatedly emphasized to him that industry is the foundation of the Wayne Group. He didn't listen at all, did he?"

"No." Nightwing answered instinctively. He hurriedly wanted to explain and said: "He didn't teach me these, but some, some means of fighting crime, just like Batman. I am his assistant, do you understand?"

Thomas didn't seem to understand, so he asked more specifically: "Then what did he teach you? How many languages ​​do you know? How are your Latin and Arabic grades?"

Nightwing suddenly felt a headache, he whispered: "Arabic??? Tim doesn't know this, right? My God, spare me!"

Thomas finally felt that something was wrong, his face sank, and Nightwing immediately felt that Batman's dark atmosphere enveloped the entire Wayne Manor.

"Let's start from the beginning." Thomas said, "Did you go to a church school or a grammar school?"

"I think you may have misunderstood something. Before I was adopted, I had been performing with my parents everywhere..."

"I'm asking about you after you were adopted!"

"Uh." Nightwing also keenly noticed that Thomas' tone was a little wrong. He woke up a little from this series of questions. He looked at Thomas and asked, "Who are you? Why should I tell you?"

"I am Bruce Wayne's father!"

Nightwing opened his eyes wide in surprise, his mouth opened so wide that it seemed like he could fit an egg. Thomas leaned forward with an aggressive aura.

Nightwing looked at his face that was very similar to Batman, and he didn't even have the courage to run away. He explained with a little dejected: "Batman adopts family education..."

"Who is your tutor? Professor Rodriguez? Dr. Freese? Is he a professor at Gotham University? Or a full-time tutor at the seminary?"

"It's Batman." Nightwing replied.

"So what did Batman teach you?"

"I told you, he taught me how to fight crime!"

"So what is that method?!" Thomas put one hand on his knee and asked puzzledly: "Does an adult with all four limbs need someone to teach him to pull the trigger?"

"Batman doesn't use a gun." Nightwing whispered in defense.

"You don't even know how to use a gun?!"

"I haven't used it much, but I can pull the trigger..." Nightwing's tone became less and less confident: "He also taught me close combat, driving and rope techniques, balance, and tracking skills."

Thomas stared at him and asked: "What about criminal investigation? Reasoning? Information and data collection technology? Communication science? Mechanical engineering? Medicine? Law?"

Looking at the clear stupidity revealed in Nightwing's expression, Thomas' fist hardened.