After reflexively calling out Dick's name, Thomas was stunned, how did Dick grow so big overnight?

What did he miss? Then he realized that it couldn't be Dick, at least not the Dick he knew.

Thomas took two steps back at great speed, lifted the hem of his suit with one hand, took out the batrang from behind his waist, stared coldly at Nightwing, and asked, "Who are you?" Why Wayne Manor? After seeing Thomas's familiar reaction, Nightwing reflexively retreated from the place where he shot, stretched out two hands to block the front and said, "Wait a minute, Batman, I'm ......" Nightwing's voice stopped abruptly, he realized what he said, and then he looked at Thomas's face in front of him in shock, Thomas looked too similar to the Batman he knew.

Those who know the Flashpoint Universe should know that in fact, Thomas, the old lady of the Flashpoint Universe, is the biological father of Batman in the main universe, and their appearance, height, and body shape are very similar, so Nightwing recognized him as the Batman of the main universe that he was familiar with for a while.

Although Nightwing felt that the previous Batman who was about the same age as him was a little difficult to accept, the Batman in front of him was a little too old.

Two Batmans in one Gotham City? Nightwing felt like her brain was buzzing just thinking about it.

The batman in Thomas's hand was already clenched, and Nightwing saw him in an attacking stance, and immediately wanted to explain, but Thomas was obviously the kind of Batman who couldn't listen to people's explanations, and just a moment before he was about to throw the dart, another figure staggered out of the room.

Thomas looked at his familiar Dick with his half-squinted eyes leaning against the guardrail and looked very sleepy, his hand holding the weapon loosened, and then he heard Dick holding the pillow say, "Didn't Bruce tell you?" This is the bat family of another universe, that is, us in another universe. ”

"Oh, by the way, I read the letter written by the professor, and he said that the Batman of that universe is your own son, and these people are his good helpers and good companions." Thomas's movements paused, and he recalled Barry Allen's story about the origin of his flashpoint world and the very different story in another universe.

Are they from the universe where Bruce Jr. became Batman? Thomas's face remained unchanged, still staring at Nightwing solemnly, but he put away the weapon in his hand, rearranged his suit, and walked quickly to the sofa, sitting down.

He waved his hand at Dick and said, "You go back to bed first, you have to get up for class tomorrow morning, by the way, put your French homework on the table, and I'll check it later." Dick stiffened, his drowsiness flew out of the clouds, and he rushed back to the room in a panic.

Then he pointed at Nightwing and said, "You, come here, sit down." ”

"But I'm going to ......"

"You can't go anywhere." Thomas looked at his face and said calmly: "The moment I touched the batrang, all the airports, train stations, and passenger bus stations in Gotham were all suspended, and you couldn't go anywhere." Nightwing stood there and looked at him, and only after a dozen seconds did he reluctantly come over and sit on the couch.

"Name."

"Are you interrogating prisoners?"

"Answer my question, or it will be."

"Dick Grayson."

"Legal name."

"Richard Grayson."

"You don't have the last name Wayne?" Dick pursed his lips, tilted his head to the side, and said, "In memory of my deceased parents, I kept my last name. ”

"You're Batman's adopted son?"

"Sort of."

"Is it or isn't?"

"I'm his Robin."

"Okay, let me ask you another way, is he your guardian in the legal sense?" Thomas asked, staring into Nightwing's eyes.

"We don't have a legal relationship, and we don't need that."

"Why didn't he adopt you in the legal sense?" Nightwing opened his mouth for a moment, but still emphasized: "That doesn't make sense, and the conditions don't meet either, according to New Jersey law......"

"His surname is Wayne, and he still manages the laws of New Jersey?" Nightwing could have retorted to him firmly, but some chaotic thoughts haunted his mind.

He looked back into Thomas's eyes, and still couldn't help but ask, "The dick of this world...... I mean, his parents are healthy, why did Batman adopt him? And why did you change his surname to Wayne? ”

"Of course, it's for Dick to get a better education, and I, Bruce, and Grayson agree on that, where are the good schools and teachers in Brughhaven?"

"Absolutely!" Nightwing instinctively wanted to defend his hometown, but then he was a little unconfident and said, "Although it may not be as good as Gotham, it is by no means a bad school, the children there are very sensible and the teachers are very friendly." ”

"Happy education, huh?" Thomas let out a cold snort from his nostrils. Nightwing was about to open his mouth to ask again, but Thomas leaned back on the couch and said to Dick, "You like your last name?" Nightwing felt a little embarrassed that he had been exposed so quickly, but he still asked with some eagerness, "Did Batman's parents approve of Dick's surname?" ”

"I had that question when I first came here." Thomas turned his head to take the hot tea from Alfred's hand, and when he looked down, he saw that there were some herbs in it that he didn't quite recognize.

But he took a sip and continued, "I don't want Bruce to take someone else's baby, but he convinced me." ”

"What did he say?" Nightwing asked, leaning forward.

"Grayson or Wayne will certainly shake the relationship between the two of them, but it will change the perception of Dick."

"If Dick can't have a visible connection to Bruce Wayne in appearance, last name, and legal sense, then everyone will only see Dick as a pitiful little guy picked up by Master Wayne, and they will feel that he is not taken seriously, and that he may be kicked out of the door one day."

"But if his name is Richard Wayne, then regardless of whether he is related to Bruce or not, as long as his surname is Wayne, others must give Wayne the respect he deserves, otherwise it is contempt for the Wayne family, and few people in this world can afford to pay such a price." Thomas put the teacup down, sighed and said: "Dick is not a Gotham native, outsiders in any environment will not be accepted at the first time, and if he wants to quickly get his due place in a strange circle, Dick needs help and counseling." Thomas was keenly aware that Nightwing's hand clenched tightly as he finished his last sentence, but quickly let go of it.

"Tell me about you." Thomas spoke at the right time.

"Say me? What do I have to say? Nightwing looked a little nervous, an atmosphere that was clearly like small talk, but it looked like an exam due to his tense facial expressions and stiff body language.

Thomas felt that this state was not conducive to conversation, and that he was too defensive and could make the conversation fruitless, so he planned to relieve his tension and start with his daily life.

Thomas looked Nightwing up and down, estimating his age based on the size difference between him and Dick, and chose a topic that might be most acceptable to a boy of his age, and asked.

"How was college life? Do you have a girlfriend? Nightwing blinked, and he instinctively replied, "I don't have a college or a girlfriend." Thomas immediately frowned, but he tried to contain his emotions, not too obviously, but pretended to say, "Oh? Did Batman get you a governess? ”

"Well, he's been tutoring me......"

"Anything about the Wayne family's business?" Thomas's expression softened slightly, and he asked with some concern, "When was the first time you took over the Wayne family's business?" Bruce is still relatively conservative in terms of business strategy, so I guess...... Fourteen? Nightwing looked a little surprised, but Thomas asked to himself, "What was the first industry he gave you to practice?" Chemical industry? Construction or logistics? It can't be a military industry, right? Looking at Nightwing's expression, Thomas's eyebrows slowly wrinkled again, and he said in a rather unhappy tone: "Don't sue me, he asked you to go to finance with those hairy boys on Wall Street?" I remember that when he was a child, I repeatedly emphasized to him that industry is the foundation of the Wayne Group, and he wouldn't have listened to it at all, right? ”

"No, it's not." Nightwing replied instinctively, he hurriedly wanted to explain, and hurriedly said: "That's not what he taught me, it's some, some means of fighting crime, just like Batman, I'm his assistant, you know?" Thomas didn't seem to understand, so he asked more specifically, "And what did he teach you?" How many languages do you know? What about Latin and Arabic? Nightwing suddenly felt two heads bigger, and he whispered, "Arabic??? Tim wouldn't do that, would he? Oh my God, spare me! Thomas finally sensed that something was wrong, his face sank, and Nightwing immediately felt the dark atmosphere of Batman envelop the entire Wayne Manor.

"Let's start at the beginning." Thomas put it this way: "Did you go to a church school or a grammar school? ”

"I think you may have misunderstood something, I had been performing with my parents all over the country before I was adopted......"

"I'm asking after you've been adopted!"

"Ugh." Nightwing was also keenly aware that there was something wrong with Thomas's tone, and he woke up a little from this series of questions, he looked at Thomas and asked, "Who are you?" Why should I sue you? ”

"I'm Bruce Wayne's father!" Nightwing's eyes widened in surprise, his mouth wide open as if he could fit an egg, and Thomas leaned forward, aggressively.

Nightwing looked at his face, which was very similar to Batman, and didn't even have the courage to escape, and he explained with some frustration: "Batman is a homeschooling ......"

"And who is your governess? Professor Rodriguez? Dr. Freese? Is he a professor at Gotham University? Or a full-time tutor at a seminary? ”

"It's Batman." Nightwing replied.

"So what did Batman teach you?"

"I said it all, he taught me how to fight crime!"

"So what's that means?!" Thomas put one hand on his knee and asked puzzledly, "A able-bodied adult still needs someone to teach him to pull the trigger?" ”

"Batman doesn't use a gun." Nightwing whispered.

"You don't even know how to use a gun?!"

"I haven't used it much, but I can pull the trigger...... Nightwing's tone became increasingly unassuming, "He also taught me hand-to-hand combat, driving and rope techniques, balance, and tracking." Thomas glared at him and asked, "What about forensics?" What about reasoning? What about information and data collection technologies? What about communication science? What about mechanical engineering? Medicine? Law? Looking at the clear stupidity revealed in Nightwing's expression, Thomas's fist hardened.