Chapter 1475: Birds and Return (Twenty)

When Thomas rushed downstairs in a suit, he hurriedly took the fully dressed Damian from Av. He took two steps back, looked at Damian's outfit, and then said, "The shirt is still there." Yes, but overalls... forget it, it’s not our time anymore, fine, that’s it, where’s the car?”

"It's already stopped in front of the door, sir..."

Thomas picked up Damian. Before going out, he turned to look at Bruce, who was leaning on the sofa in a daze, and said, "Take good care of yourself. If you feel really uncomfortable, let Alfred take you to the hospital."

Then he glanced around at the other people on the sofa and said, "Please give me a good class. I'll be back on Friday night to check your homework."

When he left in a hurry, Red Hood spread his hands and said, "I don't think he has much time to check his homework."

"He and Damian are really a match made in heaven." Red Robin commented, and then he continued: "I used to think that no father in this world would be able to accept a child like Damian. Wrong."

"What's even more frightening isn't that he thinks Damian can be further cultivated?" Nightwing shook his head and said helplessly: "I really don't know how far they have to learn before they are satisfied."

"But I'm pretty sure he will ask the ballet teacher about your progress." Red Robin's words made the smile on Nightwing's face freeze.

Just when Nightwing was about to ask why, Red Robin said: "In a big family, the eldest son and the youngest son receive the most attention. Don't think you can escape with Damian."

Nightwing was like a deflated ball. He muttered, "If Thomas hadn't gone to our universe to meet Batman one day sooner or later, I wouldn't have taken any damn ballet class."

"Who isn't?" Red Hood folded his arms and said, "I bet he's the kind of parent who can say we've never done any homework in our lives if we haven't done one page of homework."

"Hey, don't any of you pay attention to Bruce's situation?" Barbara sat opposite Bruce and stretched her head to look into Bruce's eyes.

Logically speaking, this is already an extremely offensive social distance, but Bruce seemed a little slow to react, and it took him a long time to lean back to avoid Barbara's gaze.

At this time, Alfred, who had sent Thomas out, came back. He went to the cloakroom next to him and took out many blankets and distributed them to everyone one by one.

The outsiders were a little confused and stood there for a long time not knowing what to do. However, several children had already put on blankets and walked towards the door leading to the garden. Even Dick, who was very sleepy, did not go upstairs immediately. Instead, he staggered out at the end of the team.

Although Red Robin didn't know what they were going to do, he still put on the blanket obediently and followed the group of children and said, "Where are we going, the garden? Are there any group activities to be held?"

"It's best not to be like last night." Red Hood deliberately swung the blanket over Nightwing's head behind him, messing up his hair. Seeing Nightwing's stiffened expression, Red Hood laughed.

When everyone came to the garden, Red Robin immediately discovered that there was something different in the garden of Wayne Manor in this universe. A separate piece of land was carved out in the southeast corner, and a small square was built. Benches benches and swings.

A few children sat on the swings, so the remaining people could only sit on the benches nearby. Looking at the remains of the bonfire in the center of the small square, Red Robin asked curiously: "Why are we sitting here? "

"You'll find out later." Jason waved his hand impatiently and said, "Don't be shocked later."

"Is there anything we can do..."

Before the red hood could finish speaking, a dazzling light flashed across the horizon, and then the halo became larger and larger until everything in front of him was illuminated in bright white, and all objects were blurred.

This light is actually not very bright, but if compared with the weather in Gotham, it is just like the first light at the birth of the universe. Lucifer, the original light of the first light, once marveled at this phenomenon and said It means that you are far inferior to it.

It's dawn in Gotham.

A few birds that had been walking through the rainy night for a long time landed in the bright river bend. The long-lost sunshine made the water drops on their feathers shine, and the wind passing between the folded reeds dried the hair on their temples. Moisture.

For many years, people living on this land have always forced their hearts to beat harder to pump out more warm blood to survive one icy cold night after another.

And when the sun puts a warm coat on them for the first time, the overheated blood will make them hover on the edge of spontaneous combustion. The blood rushes from the heart to the brain, and then they become dizzy.

Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin and Barbara all stood up from their chairs, stupidly raising their heads to look at the sliver of blue sky exposed among the rippling clouds and the holes in the dark clouds. bright sunshine.

The surging heat coming from inside the body makes them long for rain. No one will fall in love with rainy days in a city that rains all year round, unless they know that it will be sunny one day.

Sunlight was not scarce. Nightwing had walked on the sunny beach for countless days in Blüdhaven. At that time, he would think of the rainy nights in Gotham, but he had never been lucky enough to escape the rainy nights and enjoy the sunshine. There is only deep sadness and longing.

They are all the same, because they all know who they are. They wait for rainy nights in the cold and dark city. Every time they miss someone, they understand the greatness of the Dark Knight.

And today, the sunshine in Gotham makes them understand that the Dark Knight in this universe is even greater.

Nightwing looked up at Alfred who brought him hot tea, Red Hood hugged himself and rubbed his arms, Red Robin stared carefully at the outermost circle of light in the cloud hole, and Barbara turned her head to admire the bright spots of light between the tree shadows.

They are all using the same way to cover up their true thoughts. In such a great light, how can they not think of the darkness that has been missed thousands of times?

The birds that settled in the Bright River Bay still feel that this is not their home. They rested in the reeds for a while, letting the sun dry their wet feathers fluffy and soft.

On another sunny day, they bid farewell to the river bend and reeds. These soft and fluffy birds like flying catkins hid the remnants of light in the warm down, and then took off again, across mountains, lakes and seas, and flew over thunderstorms, just to bring the same warmth to the dark caves under the distant rain clouds.

"Batman..." Nightwing uttered a name, his tone full of complex emotions and obvious urgency.

"He should come here." Red Hood said more bluntly than him, he said: "Look at this miracle."

"Or we look for him." Red Robin continued.

"Oh my God, we should go back and tell him! Who of you brought a camera? Let me take a picture!" Barbara shouted, she said: "No matter what, I will send this photo back now! And give one to my dad, they will definitely be very happy."

None of them coveted the warmth of the sun, but all turned back, wanting to find something to record this scene, and then bring it to Batman, preferably as soon as possible, maybe they can see the surprised expression on his face.

But at this moment, Dick exclaimed from the bench next to him: "Bruce...Bruce! What happened to you?!"

Several people looked back and found that Bruce had fallen beside the bench. Red Robin, who was closest to Bruce, rushed over and tried to help Bruce up, but Bruce stood up by grabbing the armrest of the bench.

He covered his forehead and shook his head and said: "I'm fine, the action logic conflicted, it's all right now."

"You don't look like you're fine!" Red Hood said loudly: "I know Batman won't go to the hospital, but you fainted!"

"I just need to... debug..." Bruce said stiffly, but the next second his arm seemed to suddenly lose strength, and he fell down next to the bench again.

Now several people rushed to help him. Nightwing said worriedly: "Should we call the emergency number? This looks a bit like a stroke..."

"Didn't Thomas say that he has a mental illness? Could it be neurological epilepsy?" Red Robin, who has a medical education background, speculated, and then he frowned and said: "If that's the case, we can't do anything, so let's send him to the hospital quickly."

"But Batman may not..."

"He's not the Batman we know!" Red Robin let go of Bruce's hand and walked towards the manor gate. Alfred was already standing by the phone waiting. Red Robin walked over and saw that the phone numbers of the hospital and private doctor were ready.

After hesitating for a while, Red Robin decided to call the hospital. Mental problems are very troublesome to deal with, and sometimes sedatives may be needed. Private doctors can't solve this problem.

After a while, the ambulance from the New Arkham Hospital arrived. Several Robins were a little hesitant before getting on the ambulance. Red Hood looked at Red Robin and said, "What do you think? Send Batman to Arkham Asylum?!"

"In this universe, Batman is not Batman, and Arkham Asylum is not Arkham Asylum." Red Robin sighed and said, "Do you have any other ideas?"

Red Hood looked at Bruce who was carried on the stretcher and sighed deeply. At this time, Nightwing had already walked onto the ambulance and waved to the two people and said, "Anyway, he helped Batman in our world, so we should also help him." He, this is the creed of the Bat Family. "

"Of course I know." Red Robin got into the ambulance, looked at Bruce's pale face and said: "He hasn't had time to have his own Bat Family, so this is naturally our responsibility."

Red Hood also came up and said: "Even if someone fainted on the street, I would send him to the hospital... Barbara, don't come up, stay in Wayne Manor, take care of them and the Bat Cave!"

Soon the ambulance door closed, and the three followed the ambulance of the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital to the hospital's clinic. Dr. Brand checked Bruce's condition and made a diagnosis.

"It may be limb dysfunction caused by mental disorder." Brand frowned and said, "What did he do to his brain? How come he has lost even simple limb reflexes?"

The three people's expressions immediately became tense, but soon Brand said, "When people are mentally stressed, they will have a certain degree of limb dysfunction, which can usually be recovered through relaxation and recuperation. Since he has not shown any aggressiveness, he does not need sedatives. Just rest for a few days."

Red Robin heard his implication, so he asked tentatively, "Is it mental stress caused by fatigue?"

"Maybe." Brand only gave a vague answer, but the three Robins looked at each other, and Nightwing sighed deeply and said, "Remember the sunny day just now?"

Red Robin stood in front of the bed, folded his arms and stared at Bruce's face and said, "It's hard to imagine how much effort a Batman has to make to make Gotham see the light of day again."

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"I said Batman shouldn't send us here!" Red Hood shouted very dissatisfiedly: "What now? We make things worse for him!"

The three of them fell silent. In their impression, the Batman they knew could be called the most terrifying workaholic in the world, but he still didn't let Gotham have sunny days.

And now the Gotham of this universe has seen the sun, so how tired must the Batman of this universe be to achieve such an achievement?

Maybe he was already at the end of his strength, but the few of them came to make him busy again. Under heavy pressure, mental problems were reflected on his limbs, leading to the current situation.

Guilt spread in silence. Robin hated being a burden to Batman the most. The stronger Batman was, the more they hated being a weakness.

At this moment, Bruce suddenly woke up. He swallowed hard and said intermittently: "Come here... help me... help me..."

"What?" The three of them immediately surrounded him, and even the most impatient Red Hood pricked up his ears.

"I have something... help me..."

Bruce repeated a few words vaguely. Nightwing and Red Hood didn't quite understand what he meant. Red Robin looked at the other two and said, "Do you remember what he told Damian he was going to do next?"

"Oh, meeting demon clients, attending a hell wedding, sending cats and dogs, and getting things from Diana? He wants us to help him do these things?"

Bruce nodded vigorously, and then fainted again. In an instant, the three of them looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.

Red Hood patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me. It doesn't matter which Batman I help."

When Red Hood and Nightwing looked at each other, they both found surprise in each other's eyes.

A great Batman who brought light back to Gotham chose them when he needed help. Isn't this the deepest affirmation and the most special appreciation?

"Let's go back to Wayne Manor and hold a combat meeting!"

Nightwing took the lead and led the other two out of the room. After they left, Bruce on the bed slowly opened his eyes, sat up without any hindrance, and walked steadily to the window.

Through the window, Bruce watched the three young men disappear outside the gate of the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital with a smile.