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Chapter 25 Player and Batman

"I guess you came out without having dinner."

"Aren't you hungry?"

Looking at Batman who had been observing in secret for who knows how long, and then suddenly appeared to block the road.

The player really didn't want to fight in the safe house. He would be very angry if the dinner he made with great difficulty was knocked over.

Food should go into the stomach, not be fed to the floor.

The familiar sentence made Bruce feel trance and déjà vu for a moment, as if he was back in that crime alley, and he said this to a child who lifted the tire of the Batmobile.

And now, he heard another former second-generation Robin ask him back.

"Get out of the way, you're blocking my way, old man."

Well, it was a more familiar tone. Batman didn't have to confront Jason in this regard, and obediently turned sideways to watch the other party pass by him.

Maybe it was influenced by the vest, the player would clean up the kitchen immediately after the food was served on the table, and then wash the dishes after dinner.

After all, the cleanliness of the room was enough to make them all feel good.

Going around the big black one that was obviously a little stiff and standing there, he went straight back to the kitchen. First, put the remaining ingredients for the next meal in the refrigerator.

After all, he was not a Kryptonian, so he could just bask in the sun for photosynthesis, and he had to eat tomorrow.

Then he checked and sealed the caps of the salt, oil and other seasoning bottles one by one. Then he simply cleaned the kitchen, swept the food residue into the trash can, and cleaned the stove and used pots and pans.

The figure of the knight could be seen through the open door of the room.

Batman didn't think much about being ignored like this, he just walked to the living room in silence and continued to watch the knight busy.

He had hesitated before coming.

Such a direct face-to-face encounter might just be a reappearance of the rooftop scene.

But he had to find the knight.

Batman had countless reasons to find the Arkham Knight.

The uncertainty and danger level of the knight himself, and his skill in quickly organizing the army.

Deathstroke, Winter Soldier, and those Hydras.

Is there anyone else targeting him?

...What if we discard the reasons that are constantly being sorted out one by one?

The most important idea is very simple - Bruce is worried about the Arkham Knight, and he is really worried about him.

Especially after the Knight killed the Joker, is it possible that he will be affected?

He couldn't deny that he had a panic, and the sharp warning pierced his brain, ringing all the time.

He was worried that the lingering green madman would entangle the Knight, cling to his soul, and tempt him to fall.

Even the resolute Batman would be afraid, afraid that because of his negligence, the child who could have avoided the tragedy would go to a dead end.

Jason's eyes just now reappeared in his mind when they looked at each other.

Those blue eyes were so pure and bright, sharp and firm, and they never and would not stop for suffering. They were the braver and more expectant figure.

His expression and movements all expressed relaxation.

Those hostility disappeared, and he faced Batman more calmly.

This made Bruce feel a little abrupt, inappropriate, and even naively feel fortunate and finally relieved.

But he felt so painful that he could hardly breathe.

It was because he saw the figure of the second generation Robin in those eyes.

He saw a child who was too important to him.

His death tore away a part of Bruce's soul, and the pain made Batman unable to speak.

So he could only wait in silence.

On the other side, the players who were ready to eat didn't want to guess Bat's twists and turns.

He only wanted to fill his stomach. People are iron and food is steel. He would be hungry if he didn't eat.

What's more, he slept through two meals and starved him to death. If he was hungry for a few more meals, he could directly perform eating raw bats - just kidding, at least it should be disinfected and roasted.

Players don't eat raw food.

In fact, it's not like this usually. Players rarely feel obvious hunger on a daily basis.

The last time I felt hungry if I didn't eat was after visiting a hospital in a side quest.

However, the kind-hearted player still asked Batman, who seemed very silent and motionless, if he wanted to eat with him.

There was no shortage of bowls and chopsticks, so it didn't matter if Batman chose to refuse.

He would concentrate on eating and treat Batman as a large hanging piece of furniture.

So the scene in the safe house became two people sitting face to face at the dining table to eat.

Although the player sincerely believes that eating in front of the computer with Coke is life!

But the well-educated Wayne obviously doesn't think so.

The player pouted and felt more comfortable eating alone.

In the end, the food was moved to the dining table and a new set of bowls and chopsticks were placed for Bruce.

On the surface, he still looks like the cold-blooded, rational tough guy, but in fact Batman is a little overwhelmed.

Whether it is the madness of the Red Hood after his resurrection or the threat brought by the Arkham Knight.

He hasn't been so peaceful with Jason Todd face to face for a long time.

What's more, they are sitting at the same table and eating the dinner he made himself.

The pork rib soup was pushed in front of him, and there was a bowl of steaming rice. Bruce didn't put on the bat stand anymore, he took off his hood.

His eyes were somewhat complicated, tender and guilty, too much powerlessness and more pain, but they were all hidden deeper in his eyes, leaving only gentle gaze.

He looked at the young man opposite him who was eating quickly because of hunger, chewing with bulging cheeks, and drinking soup and Coke because it was too dry.

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