Meiman: Get the Pleasant Goat template at the beginning

Chapter 112 Meeting Again·Arguing with Batman
Ian landed in the main hall of Wayne Manor, empty.

The Wayne family was one of the first colonists to come to the New World, so this manor still retains a strong British style.

The delicate handmade velvet curtains fell down to completely cover the windows, and the dark red oak boards that covered the entire room lost the light and were covered by shadows, as if they were about to press down on a person.

Freshly split pine logs are burning in the marble fireplace carved with angel statues, exuding a special fragrance.

Ian was not in a hurry to find Big Big Wolf and the others, and sat down on the oak sofa, leaning on the leather filled with sponge, and took the newspaper on the small round table next to him.

The freshly printed newspaper smelled of ink, and the headline was still Batman's "Batman Locked The Joker in Arkham Asylum Again, But How Long Will He Repeat It, We Ask?"

Ian couldn't help laughing when he saw the bold and black lines.

"clatter!"

The crystal chandelier in the living room was turned on by Alfred, and the light provided by the electric light instantly illuminated the room covered by the curtains brighter than the garden at noon.

"So there's a light in this room!" Ian blinked his eyes that were caught by the light, and greeted Alfred with a smile.

"Wayne Manor is not a haunted house, and when did you come back?" Alfred complained about Ian's prejudice without changing his expression.

"You can't blame me for this! The British style of Wayne Manor is so strong. When you walk in, you will be infected by the style of this manor unconsciously."

Ian put down the newspaper and stood up from the sofa.

"It seems that I should change the decoration style of the house." Alfred put the newspaper back and asked, "Did you gain anything from going to other worlds this time?"

"Of course there are gains, but there are also a lot of troubles!" Ian was unwilling to bring these troubles with Alfred and the others, and moved to the clock to open the passage leading to the Bat Cave.

"But I can still hold it, you don't have to worry."

Seeing Ian's caring look, Alfred shook his head: "If only Master Bruce could be as caring as you!"

"You are too exaggerated, as long as you ask, Bruce will not refuse you." Ian walked down the stairs while comforting Alfred.

"I hope he can take the initiative and have some fun like a normal person, instead of burying himself in criminal cases all day long and slowly destroying himself."

Alfred has bad eyesight, but he can walk more steadily than Ian. In the past ten years, he has walked this way almost every day.

Ian replied: "For Bruce, fighting criminals is the best way to enjoy himself. Only by seeing the pain of the enemy can he get some relief from the suffering in his heart. Those nightmares that haunted him for countless days and nights, It will get lighter."

"There is nothing more perverted than this in the world!" Alfred complained mercilessly at the young master who was raised by himself.

"Maybe, but getting pleasure from the pain of others is not the way that the current mainstream culture advocates!"

"The jungle is prey to the strong, the dark forest, people in the 18th century would say, you are too feudal!"

Ian's mouth was even more merciless than Alfred's.

When they walked into the Batcave, a purple shadow jumped directly into Ian's arms, interrupting their conversation.

"Ian, it's been three days since you finally came back!"

Ian hugged the girl in his arms tightly, and kissed her on the forehead: "There is no danger in the place I am going to. Next time I cross the world, I will definitely take you little girl with me."

"If you lie to me, I'll bite off your ear!" Rachel made a vicious expression, but the little girl only had the word cute, which wasn't scary at all.

Ian and Rachel were very close, and the two could feel each other's breath. They looked into each other's eyes, and the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

There is a mixture of family affection and love between them. Ian found out the meaning of staying in DC through Rachel, and Rachel relied on Ian to get rid of the identity crisis brought about by San Gong, a perverted father.

"Ahem! Pay attention to the influence, there are other people here!"

Big Big Wolf, wearing a white coat and a pair of round black-rimmed glasses, jumped out and interrupted the untimely intimacy of the two young people with a smirk.

"And your age is not appropriate, Rachel is not yet an adult!" Alfred's voice came from behind, and he stabbed Ian again.

"Alright alright!"

Ian kissed Rachel's smooth white face like a child in a tantrum, which made the girl giggle and wanted to kiss her boyfriend in turn.

"Now is not the time to be inappropriate!" Ian put Rachel down.

The girl's small face instantly swelled up, with displeasure written all over her face, but when she felt the big hand wrapping her little hand, she smiled again.

Big Big Wolf looked at the interaction between the young lovers, thought of his dear Honghong, pushed his glasses and asked, "I told you to pay attention to collecting information when traveling through the world, what's the result?"

Ian watched Big Big Wolf stretch out his claws, and touched a small chip from behind his ear, which was installed by Big Big Wolf behind his ear before he went to the Marvel world.

"So your plan to build a world shuttle machine failed?" Ian looked at the obviously depressed Big Big Wolf and asked cautiously.

"Of course it can't be regarded as a failure!" Tim, who was on duty in the Batcave tonight, jumped out and said excitedly: "Mr. Big Big Wolf's machine has captured several items from parallel worlds, and there are specific information on them, which is enough to prove the existence of parallel worlds. This is a machine that can drive the world crazy."

"As long as you don't locate the Qingqing Grassland, it's a failure!"

Big Big Wolf doesn't care about the honor of the entire human planet: "Until I succeed, I will not allow any news related to this machine to leave the Batcave, not even a single screw."

Ian looked at Tim and reminded: "Yes, these people will not use this machine to seek the evolution of society, but to grab benefits for themselves. So it is better to hide it, I am not interested in cleaning up more Too much mess."

"Bruce said that too." Tim nodded in agreement: "You two really look alike."

Ian shook his head, he didn't think he was the same as Batman.

So he changed the subject and said, "What about the others, why is there only one person on duty in the Batcave?"

"Dick went back to Bleuhaven, Jason and Bruce disappeared after a chat, Bruce had a party today to go to the opera, Barbara is sick and can't be on the night shift. Dr. Caitlin is back in Central City, yes Yes, she left you a note."

Tim, who was forced to stay behind, counted the whereabouts of his friends bitterly, and gave Ian the note left by Caitlin.

Ian took it over and took a look, to the effect that she was very grateful to Ian for solving her genetic problem, and then hoped that Ian would go to Central City when he had time to help Barry solve the problem of his severed hand.

"Ah, almost lost Barry's hand!" Ian slapped his head after reading the note, and said within a few seconds: "But he is a very fast man, and losing his hand is not a big deal. I can go again in a few days." fine."

"Can you fix a broken hand?" Tim and Alfred's ears pricked up.

Ian flipped through the memories in his mind and explained to them: "According to the principle of five-element alchemy, all life is composed of five-element elements. So as long as you find a suitable material carrier and cooperate with alchemy, you can create a harmonious and true Hand-indistinguishable prosthetics or regrowth of severed limbs."

Rachel also waved the magic fairy flute and said: "The magic fairy white treasure book also records a variety of healing spells, and my own talent allows me to take the damage of others and heal them."

"Why didn't you say this kind of thing earlier?" Tim became excited, thinking of Barbara who was still in a wheelchair.

The same is true of Alfred, but he is not as obvious as Tim.

Facing Tim's questioning, Rachel spread her hands and said helplessly: "I don't have to learn the best five kinds of magic, so I can't report everything to you, can I?"

"That's not what I meant." Tim quickly explained: "You have also seen Barbara's appearance. She should not be sitting in a wheelchair all the time, and should enjoy a better life."

Ian watched Tim's eye circles turn red, and asked hesitantly, "Tim, don't you have feelings for Barbara?"

"That's disgusting!"

Tim vetoed it on the spot. He said: "I only see Barbara as a sister, and she and Dick are a couple. If it weren't for the harm caused by the clown to Barbara, the two of them would have been engaged by now."

"That's right!" Ian recalled the interaction between Dick and Barbara. The two were indeed very close and had a good understanding.

"Well, I can check on Barbara's injury. But this kind of nerve damage is very sensitive, and I have not had such surgery, so you better not give Barbara any false hope."

Alfred nodded and said, "Don't worry about this, I will arrange everything. Besides, I have one more thing to ask for your help."

"Okay!"

Tim seemed to think of something, smiled and said to Ian: "You will regret it!"

"Hahaha!" Ian laughed and replied, "Just kidding, there is nothing I can regret now."

"Damn, I regret it!"

Ian was wearing a suit made for him by Alfred, standing in front of the largest theater in Gotham, watching the flashing lights at the entrance of the theater, and there were ten thousand mud horses galloping past in his heart.

Alfred's request is that Ian and Bruce will attend the charity dinner together.

Ian hates the spotlight and sleazy entertainment reporters.

"Are you sure tomorrow's headline won't be 'Gotham's richest man and a boy attend a charity party together, suspected of having a special hobby'?"

Ian sat in the back seat of the Maybach car specially customized for Bruce, complaining fiercely, hoping that Alfred could change his mind.

"Don't worry, there are enough scandals about Master Bruce."

Alfred got out of the car and opened the car door for Ian: "I just hope you two can have a good chat in a relatively peaceful environment, and help me persuade him."

"Okay, okay, who told me to promise you!"

"I'm just glad I didn't bring Rachel here, otherwise tomorrow's news will only be more chaotic."

Ian reluctantly got out of the car, tugged at the well-fitting suit, and asked Alfred curiously, "When did you get my size, this suit fits so well!"

"That's a little secret of an excellent housekeeper, and it will not be passed on to the outside world. Go!"

Alfred tidied up the small coat of arms for Ian and pushed him onto the red carpet.

"Family, who knows?"

With a full stomach full of complaints, Ian walked into the flashlight and found Bruce surrounded by reporters.

Bruce was responding to the reporters' questions with ease, including but not limited to various personal questions, questions from the Wayne Group, etc., without any mistakes, until he caught a glimpse of Ian.

"Okay, that's the end of the question!"

Bruce forcefully stopped the interview, asked the bodyguards to stop the reporters who were chasing him, and walked towards Ian himself.

"Why are you here?" Bruce's attitude towards Ian was that of an old friend.

"As soon as I finished my world tour, Alfredra, who was worried that you didn't have a female companion, came to be a strong man. Why didn't you find Selena Kyle as a companion?"

Ian teases Bruce on purpose, making fun of his affairs.

Catwoman Selena Kyle, a world-class thief, met Bruce after the crime alley incident, and the two spent the darkest period of Batman's life together, with a deep relationship.

Even though Batman often caught Catwoman stealing, he didn't take the initiative to send her to the Black Gate Prison, but used his money ability to settle everything for Selena.

"You know so much!" Bruce glared at Ian, pulled him away from the red carpet quickly, and entered the box on the second floor of the theater.

"It was Alfred who told me that he wanted me to persuade you to enjoy yourself in time."

Ian threw the blame directly on Alfred, stepped on the creaking stairs, and followed Bruce into the box.

The Gotham Theater also maintains the style of the 18th century, that is, the combination of heavy red curtains and bright yellow interiors creates an illusion of being tall and in control for those watching the theater.

"They are all industrial products, either plastic or foam!"

Ian followed Jackie Chan's template and had a vicious vision for cultural relics. He saw through at a glance that these decorations were just the products of the theater's deliberate retro, and they were of little value.

Bruce sat on the sofa, looked at the stage and said, "The Gotham Theater has been burned three times since it was established, and even if there is anything left from the fire, it has all entered the museum."

"Or it was sold to cultural relics dealers by the director of the theater for money." Ian sat on the other side of the sofa, the soul of complaining was burning.

"You're not interested in opera at all, are you?" Bruce turned to look at the casual Ian.

"Why should I be interested in this kind of thing that should have been thrown into the museum long ago." Ian didn't give the so-called pattern any face.

Bruce frowned: "Opera is a tradition, it is the hard work of excellent playwrights, and it is a cultural product that belongs to everyone."

"Bruce!"

Ian shook his head in disappointment: "Don't tell me that you really believe in this constructed cultural symbol. The reason why this kind of opera that takes three or four hours at every turn still exists is because your big money needs to use drama It’s all about expressing your unique identity.”

Although Bruce wasn't wearing a bat suit, his eyes sharpened instantly, and he retorted, "You're prejudiced. Gotham Theater has no threshold, anyone can come."

Ian laughed so hard that he fell directly on the sofa:
"Bruce Wayne, an ordinary worker with a meager hourly wage, wished to work from morning to night, in addition to maintaining the family's living needs, he also took risks for medical care and education."

"Tell me, what kind of workers would waste three or four hours just to watch a group of people screaming on the stage! With such money and time, they go to eat something good and go to the amusement park with their families , isn't it more meaningful than this trashy thing?"

If it is other group bosses, there is a high probability that they will say that because they are poor, they should not have the ability and time to appreciate such an elegant drama.

But Bruce was very conscientious. He knew what kind of living environment people in Lower Gotham lived in, and knew that what Ian said was true, so he chose to remain silent.

The two waited silently for the opening of the play, the climax, and then the gunfire.

The whole theater suddenly became chaotic.

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