Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 64 The rebellious first Robin

Due to a necessary event organized by a company board of directors, Bruce once again pretended to be a playboy. He drank a few glasses of wine at the banquet, and finally returned to Wayne Manor smelling of alcohol.

But on the way back just now, Bruce gave himself a hangover injection, squinted for a while in the car, and then stepped into the house with clear eyes.

Then a moment of surprise appeared in Bruce's eyes.

He saw a young man with black hair and blue eyes, outstanding appearance, and a straight body, sitting where he usually sat, chatting and laughing with the old butler Alfred.

The young man turned around when he heard the sound, and raised his hand in surprise, saying hello: "Hey, Bruce."

"Dick?"

The previous emotions disappeared from Bruce's eyes, leaving only an almost cold and calm tone: "You probably haven't finished your studies yet."

"Oh, that's a pity. You didn't find a school without human rights to send me to. I'm on vacation now!"

Dick seemed to have ushered in a long-lost rebellious period, and choked Bruce silently.

Dick chuckled twice, sat back on the sofa, and watched Alfred slowly put away the cup that had just been filled with hot tea for him. He waited quietly for a few seconds and then looked around at this place that could be called his first A place for two homes.

The two kissed for several minutes before Barbara pushed Dick's body away with her face flushed.

In the home of Gordon, the old chief of the Gotham Police Department, a girl with beautiful long burgundy hair was sitting cross-legged on a chair in front of the computer, staring at the screen intently and typing on the keyboard from time to time.

"No need to make my dinner."

The old butler nodded and watched Dick happily walk to the piano. After hitting a few keys skillfully with his long fingers, he walked into the open secret door.

Duh duh duh.

Just now we were discussing a designer girl, and now I am thinking about Barbara. It seems that Dick knows how to use his appearance to his advantage when he grows up.

The black-haired young man stood up: "Don't mess with my dinner, I'll go find Barbara."

"Why did you suddenly..."

Suddenly a crisp sound came from the direction of the glass window. The girl was startled and looked back. After being stunned for a moment, her eyes shone with surprise.

Jumping off the computer chair lightly, Barbara ran to the window with bare feet, opened the window, and watched Dick jump in with great skill.

Dick suddenly came back to his senses and blinked at the old housekeeper: "I met a cute girl when I was in school. She is a very talented designer. I will decide on a new one after I have thought about what I want to do. Something about titles and new uniforms.”

The old housekeeper's eyes showed a kind light, as if he were looking at his own junior: "Young Master has always had a good rapport with women."

Alfred didn't express any opinion on the conflict between Bruce and Dick, but cheerfully asked Dick, who was looking in the direction where Bruce left in a daze.

"The girl will design it for me when the time comes."

"Master Dick, do you want to come back and be Robin? Then I'm afraid I'll have to make a new uniform. You've grown a lot taller."

"Huh? Oh... no, Robin is a thing of the past."

Bruce was silent for a few seconds, then took steps again, passed Dick directly, and gave instructions to Alfred, who also stood up.

Half a minute later, Dick rode away from Batman's warehouse a brand-new motorcycle that had not yet been modified.

Dick held Barbara's waist and silenced the girl's words with a passionate and deep kiss.

Then Bruce walked up the spiral staircase with dull steps, and finally his back disappeared around the corner of the second floor.

"wait."

"What? Your dad is next door?"

Dick raised his eyebrows playfully.

"Of course not...I told you to wait!"

Barbara pushed Dick away who was about to kiss him again, and stamped her foot angrily: "I still have a job!"

Dick then regained some seriousness and curled his lips: "A commission from Batman?"

"Ah."

Barbara nodded and stared at Dick warily. After confirming that the other party would not be rude again, she walked back to the computer and sat down.

Dick felt a little bored, but he still walked up behind Barbara, put his hands on her shoulders, and glanced at the computer screen casually.

It was a surveillance video that was being restored frame by frame. The background of Arkham was very familiar to Dick, but the Asian young man who looked about the same age as him was very unfamiliar.

He finally became serious.

"There's a new guy in Gotham?"

"Hmm... Actually, it's a bit hard to say." "What do you mean?"

“A few days ago, several people from the Justice League came, and they targeted—

Barbara gestured to the young man on the screen: "Terry Pickles got the Red Lantern Ring. After all, that thing is a powerful and destructive alien high-tech weapon."

"But not long after, the signal from the red light ring disappeared, and Superman asked Batman if he needed help. He only needed to turn on his super hearing and super brain at the same time, and he would be able to find someone in a corner of Gotham right away. "

Dick listened with some confusion. Although he didn't understand much of the process, he understood Batman's character.

"He rejected Superman?"

"almost."

Yo?
  Dick scratched his head, stared at the face on the screen for a while, and asked with some uncertainty: "Is this Terry Pickles an orphan?"

"And it actually has something to do with Batman?"

Seeing Barbara nodding hesitantly, Dick clenched his fists and showed an expression like "I know it."

"I've always felt that Bruce seems to have a hobby of collecting orphans."

“What the hell is going on with this Terry Pickles?”

Barbara heard Dick's question and was about to answer, but suddenly remembered something, her pupils trembled, and she turned her head to avoid meeting Dick's eyes.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you - wait a minute, do you want to talk to Terry Pickles yourself?"

"Why not? In fact, your secrecy makes me more curious about this person. With our relationship, can't you tell me?"

Barbara was hesitant. On one side, her boyfriend was pleading with her, but on the other side, she had a vague intuition.

If Dick and Terry were to meet, some things might develop unexpectedly.

"You really can't tell me?"

Barbara was extremely confused and opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Dick nodded, his face seemed a little sullen, his eyes flicked back and forth between the computer screen and Barbara, his mouth pursed, and then he suddenly turned around and walked to the window and jumped out.

Barbara chased to the window, watched Dick drive away on his motorcycle, and took a few steps back helplessly.

Because of her father Gordon's silent handling of the matter, and Batman's seemingly entrusted search of Terry's hideout, Barbara had some uncertain conjectures about Terry's life experience and experiences.

Batman had already discovered Terry's hiding place, but he never went to capture Terry, and even refused Superman's help.

If his guess is correct, Batman will not take the initiative to catch Terry before he makes a bigger mistake.

Bruce felt a sense of debt and guilt toward Terry. He wanted to make up for something, and even wanted to get Terry back on track.

Therefore, as a woman, Barbara had a keen emotional intuition that Dick and Terry should never meet.

After nightfall.

In the sewers of a certain area of ​​Gotham.

Terry was sitting upright on a pile of scrap newspapers, with his eyes closed tightly, using the meditation method he learned from Bai's world.

"I didn't expect that some of the negative emotions I occasionally generate would actually make the core of darkness restless - this is not just an ordinary accessory. I'm afraid that guy is right. Bai just stole his super power. This pixel game has its roots in the black skeleton that calls itself our subject.”

It was already difficult for him to suppress the murmurs of the core of darkness that were always entangled in his mind. Hei accidentally discovered that when he had negative emotions in his own body, the core of darkness could reversely absorb his emotions. grow.

"I'm afraid that when Bai's uncle used negative energy to crush his body and consciousness that day, that guy also had some additional mutations that were a blessing in disguise."

Although Mayfair said that he had wiped out the consciousness of the Black Skull, if he continued to let the Dark Core grow like this, there was no guarantee that something would not happen.

In order to deal with this problem, Hei not only suspended his revenge actions these days, but also did not even dare to return to the spiritual world to rest.

It’s all supported by practicing meditation.

Fortunately, Hei's ability to control emotions has always been good.

Just when Terry Pickles was about to finish his practice today, a footstep that did not conceal his presence sounded in the passage directly opposite him.

A young man wearing a pure black uniform strolled out of the darkness, the faint reflection reflecting the blue eyes under the eyepatch.

Dick gave what he thought was a gentle greeting to Terry, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"Hi."

(End of this chapter)