Bat Fight Simulator

Messiah looked down at his milk, cereal, and sandwich with even more guilty conscience. Ah Fu even felt that he was still growing and cracked an extra poached egg.

It's delicious and healthy. It seems that the old butler thinks that if there is any problem, it is basically caused by Batman.

The big black paint of the bat is bad, but the bat is repairing the dog hook.

Bruce's resentful eyes were poking at him, while the old housekeeper was standing next to him, looking kindly at his master who was taking his children out to fool around in the middle of the night.

After all, the combined mental age of the two people may not be more than eight years old, so they are indeed children.

Seeing how miserable Bruce was, Messiah wanted to put his head in and say something nice.

"Uh, Alfred, Bruce just wants to comfort me."

Ah Fu still smiled and nodded, "Master Richard, of course I know, but I still hope that you will remember to remind me, a worried old man, next time."

"Instead of cutting off communication without saying a word."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..." The plea was blocked, and Bruce, who was criticized by name, felt even more guilty. He pretended to cough, but in the end, he secretly pushed the vegetable juice to Messiah.

The brave repair dog is not picky about food. The player just wanted to respond, but then noticed something unusual, and Ah Fu, who was smiling, pushed back again.

Bruce's burly body looked even more weak, pitiful, and helpless against the backdrop of the small glass of vegetable juice in Return of the King.

There was no way, Afu blocked all the roads, and Messiah could only spread his hands to express his helplessness.

It seems that Bruce can only rely on self-reliance to get through this peak.

Today is another day of battle of wits and courage between Batman and his old butler.

After breakfast, he felt sleepy after eating and drinking, and Messiah went to his room to sleep all morning.

He was already used to sleeping during the day and patrolling at night, the vigilante's magical reversed biological clock.

It was very comfortable to be alone in a warm and comfortable bed in a dark room, but there were actually some messy thoughts flickering in my head.

He knew about the problem with his casual code name, and also knew about the abnormalities revealed in his interactions, but why didn't Batman ask? Many of his thoughts, which he didn't know whether to call trouble or sadness, were quickly taken away by sweet dreams.

In the living room, Bruce, who finally had no fight with his old butler, pinched his nose and drank the vegetable juice. As for the remaining cereal and vegetable salad, he could only swallow it with a grimace.

After he finished eating and was about to go upstairs, he heard Afu sigh, which made Bruce pause.

He heard the butler continue.

"Master Bruce, don't you tell Master Richard first?"

This sentence refers to the research in Batman's hands now. The space distortion caused by the Flash has caused a chaos between the present and the past. Even if it has finally been restored to its original state, the Justice League is still processing and investigating, and there is a vigilance. There are no other consequences or side effects.

At the same time, they began to upgrade the space transmission device they owned and tried to observe parallel universes again.

It’s just that the previous observations of other universes have been very intermittent, but after the emergence of Richard de Grayson, this kind of observation has become much smoother.

But they still haven't found other parallel universes, and the search results always come up with nothing, except from the mouth of The Flash.

Batman doesn't think the existence of the parallel world is a lie. Whether it's Barry or Dick's grown-up face, it's evidence. It's more like they haven't found the right way yet, or there's something blocking them. And he noticed Grayson's choice of words.

Someone, or rather, there is some kind of existence that needs the other person to do something.

To save a universe.

There is another premise here: the other party has been killed and resurrected.

People cannot be resurrected after death. Even though this world already has the Son of Krypton, the Daughter of Zeus, the Speed ​​Force, and various abilities, he does not feel that the ability to cross the boundary between life and death is without price.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can leave Richard alone."

Bruce didn't know where he came from, but he was definitely not the long-dead Robin.

But another boy who finally had a new life, but was involved in a whirlpool of seemingly invisible crises.

Bruce looked at the two blind box pendants in his hand. Although they were not the ideal little Batman, Poison Ivy and Harley were actually pretty good. The other party still gave him a gift worth cherishing.

In addition to the pendant, there are also such beautiful memories these past few days.

"I'm going to take a nap first, and then I have to go to the watchtower to follow up on the progress of the conversion equipment. I may also need the help of the Flash." At this point, Bruce paused again, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again.

"If he wakes up and asks me where I am, just tell him that I went to deal with the company's affairs."

The clock hand on the wall ticked, pointing to the number two.

Two fifteen.

Messiah struggled for a while in the soft quilt before getting up with difficulty. He took out his mobile phone to check the time, then searched for recent news and reports, and then made fun of various funny jokes.

In fact, he usually surfs the Internet through the system. The system is good, the high definition is smooth, the network speed is super fast and there is no lag, and he does not even need wifi or a ladder to climb the wall around the world.

Even in extreme environments, players can surf the Internet happily.

This phone with a blue frame and a blue bat icon on the back was a gift from Bruce.

He also likes it. Dick doesn't hate this color combination either, but Claws may be more accustomed to the combination of red and yellow.

But habit is one thing, and preference is another. On the contrary, this blue will give people a refreshing feeling.

Messiah seemed to have carefully hidden his treasure under the pillow. Wayne Manor is the safest place he thinks now. He will not take this gift he likes out during the night patrol. If it breaks, he will be sad.

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