Bat Fight Simulator

The little clay sculptor Messiah was full of confidence. As long as he was not a weird guy like the lonely bat, Tim would certainly be the best bird in the bat's house.

"Come to think of it, Dick didn't come to help?" Messiah remembered that he had only seen Batman and Jason busy recently, and no one else was moving, including Dick, who was obviously the most enthusiastic. Could it be that he encountered some trouble?

"Master Dick..." The old butler thought about it and recalled the Port of Bu. In his mind, he was thinking about the troubles of Master Thomas and Master Bruce of the Wayne family.

They were such a good pair of brothers when they were young, but since the death of Wayne, Master Thomas and Master Bruce have been drifting further and further apart, and their differences have become bigger and bigger, and then they have become what they are now.

Night Owl controls the Court of Owls. It can be said that Thomas has a stronger control over the upper class of Gotham than Bruce, who is now the lord, but that man disdains power and status. He told Bruce in person that it doesn't matter whether it's nobles or civilians, and it's not worth his attention.

It seems that he only cares about his remaining family now. And controlling the claws of the owls is to monitor Batman's movements in the city.

It's like both protection and surveillance. This overly controlling behavior makes Batman very dissatisfied, and then there is another quarrel between brothers.

And the opposite of Night Owl is that Batman wants to improve the lives of the lower-class civilians, wants to try to make reforms from top to bottom, and promote more systems that are beneficial to the people, but none of these systems will touch the fundamental interests of those nobles. So he is the one who needs power.

But demand is one thing, and Night Owl's sudden death is another. Bruce can't be happy at all. What is this?

Although from the old butler's perspective, Master Thomas should not care about civilians as he said, the two young masters are actually very similar, kind, and care about each other, but the attitude of the elder brother is more radical, while Bruce, as the younger brother, is more like a knight who wants to protect Gotham.

Alfred wanted to say that Dick might still be busy with the incident in Blüdhaven, after all, there has been information coming from there recently that vampires are troubling, but before he could say anything, he heard footsteps getting closer and closer to the restaurant.

The visitor was quite familiar with the building, and did not hide his arrival at all. He walked to the kitchen very naturally, as easy and simple as going home.

It was indeed going back to his own home.

Thomas looked around the old butler and a boy in the kitchen, a hedgehog. Of course, he knew that the hedgehog was Bruce's biological son, but to be honest, the half-blood demon cub was not as pleasing to him as Dick, and of course he didn't like the deep-minded Red Robin and the rebellious Red Hood much.

Facing a demon who had only arrived at the Wayne family for less than a year, it was really hard to say what kind of feelings, and this was the first time he saw Damian.

Although he had known it clearly enough in the data before, the other party came when he and Bruce were in conflict over the sudden death incident, and then Night Owl went to the vampire forces in Port Bo to make trouble, so he missed it for various reasons.

Night Owl pulled out a chair in front of the dining table, and Alfred had entered the kitchen to prepare a breakfast for Master Thomas who rarely came home.

"No, Alfred, I've eaten."

Messiah's breakfast was almost finished, and his cheeks were a little bulging because of the food. He might be afraid that someone who looked very young would snatch his breakfast.

At hand was the little hedgehog that was blasting the thorns at Night Owl. Damian and Night Owl knew about the same thing. They were also in a state of knowing this guy but had never seen him, but there was no need to continue to understand him deeply. He could confirm the danger of the other party at first sight.

Night Owl's sight was originally on the halo above Messiah's head. The rotating white circle was shaking with the boy, making people want to try whether it would fly back by itself after throwing it out. But when he looked down and saw the hedgehog next to the boy, he couldn't help it. He stretched out his hand and wanted to grab his nephew to play with him. After all, you see, he turned into such a harmless little thing. Wouldn't it be a pity not to check it out?

That's right, just check the physical condition, what if he got some bird flu.

Thomas, who was quite perfunctory even in making excuses, reached out to grab the hedgehog without any defense, and then let go of his hand in confusion, looking at the small holes on the palm of his glove that were invisible unless he looked carefully. Did something prick him just now?

The night owl with a lot of question marks lowered his head, and the words "ferocious" could be seen on the hedgehog's face. Damian's anger was visible to the naked eye. He raised the fork in his hand and attacked Thomas directly.

Then the naive adults and mature children used tableware as weapons, and they went back and forth, so lively that Ah Fu couldn't help but cough lightly outside the field, and then kept coughing for a long time, finally making the two people willing to calm down and talk properly. Although the hedgehog couldn't speak, he could type or let Messiah translate.

"What are you doing here?" Messiah tried to translate Hedgehog language.

"I'm here to find you." Night Owl pointed directly at the unlucky player. This familiar words, familiar formula, familiar taste, made Messiah feel a sense of familiarity for some reason.

It was just like when Thomas pointed at the final boss in the non-existent memory and said to him, come on, go up and give that thing two slaps.

"Wait a minute!" The player slammed the table subconsciously. He was now alert and no longer the gullible puppy in the past.

"Let me guess, are you cooperating with Tim?"

This is definitely a warning combination engraved into the DNA of Messiah, especially since he knows that Tim in this universe is not that normal. Although he always says that the little red bird is good, he is also a very troublesome guy when he gets into trouble.

"How can that be considered cooperation? We just reached a consensus for the time being, so we need you."

The mature middle-aged man in front of him narrowed his blue eyes. He looked at the mixed-race boy in front of him, sizing him up, and seemed to be evaluating his value. But his words also tacitly acknowledged that he was indeed related to Tim now.