There was still a light rain outside the window, a cold morning mist drifting over the Gotham River, and the dark green leaves in the bushes beside the trail were like gentlemen's scarves, holding the raindrops that lingered with them all night.

When Alfred opened the door, everyone in the living room instinctively took a breath, but instead of cold, it was a slightly damp freshness, and when the moist air brushed through the sideburns, everyone was refreshed.

The estate, which had stood here for decades, had never been more lively than it is today, with Thomas Wayne at the main table with a blue striped tablecloth and silk table runners, Thomas Wayne at the main seat, Bruce at the first place on the right-hand side, and Damian across from him.

All the rest sat down relative to their other selves, and their movements were surprisingly consistent, and the two Dicks straightened up, staring at the plate in front of them with their hands on their laps, but their heads hung down, looking a little sleepy.

The two Jasons supported their heads with one hand and played with the cutlery in front of them with the other, looking left and right from time to time, looking at the people left and right, and then at the dishes on the plates.

Both Tims were frowning at their newspapers, both trying to find some useful information in the morning news.

Barbara sat at the back, holding a white paper notebook in her hand, and wrote and drew on it with a pen, as if she was drawing a concert poster.

Alfred stood behind Thomas and placed the goblet in front of him, Thomas picked up the spoon in his hand and tapped the edge of the goblet lightly, put down the spoon and raised the glass and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's start eating."

In silence, everyone picked up the utensils and began to eat, and the breakfast at Wayne Manor was always made by Alfred, and the dishes were simple but tasty, the main dishes were oatmeal porridge with honey and white bread, the meat was black pepper duck breast and pan-fried cod steak, and the vegetables were Caesar salad, and dessert was a small waffle topped with maple sugar.

Robin, no matter what world he is, is familiar with these dishes, and the familiar taste of food always makes people feel calm, and it is rare that no one expresses any opinion during this meal, and they are all enjoying the food quietly.

Alfred was so pleased with this that he was so happy that the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were unfolding, Wayne Manor hadn't been so lively in decades, or more so than it had been decades ago, because there were so many children here, so young, so young, so young, so young, and so energetic.

During the meal, Thomas noticed that Bruce ate very slowly and did not eat much, but he barely finished the bowl of oatmeal in front of him, ate a little salad, and did not move the bread and meat at all.

Although Thomas was still angry with Bruce, any father in this world would be worried about his child not eating, Thomas wiped his mouth with a napkin and asked quietly, "What's wrong?" Don't you have an appetite?"

Bruce lowered his head and shook his head and said, "I'm adjusting something in my brain and can't be distracted."

"Did you take too much medicine?" Thomas looked at Bruce's slightly dilated pupils and said, "Even if you need to take enough medication because of mental illness, it's best not to take too many tranquilizers, otherwise you'll hallucinate like those addicts."

"I'm fine." Bruce said, shaking his head.

The table fell silent, everyone pricked up their ears to listen, and Red Robin frowned when he heard the word "mental illness", and he observed the expression of the other self intently, and then realized that he did not see any surprise in his young self.

Does the Batman of this universe have mental illness?

When this thought appeared in Red Robin's mind, he felt a little ridiculous, but not for this fact, but for this thought of his own, he laughed at himself, which universe Batman is not mentally ill?

It should surprise him that the Batman of this universe is willing to go to the doctor, and he actually takes enough medication according to the doctor's instructions······ Or is there some excess?

Red Hood is also aware of this, he is more familiar with Bruce's expression, because he often sees such addicts on the streets, drugs can significantly reduce people's appetite, and hallucinations can also distract people's attention, which will make them unable to even eat and sleep normally, and it looks like Batman is right

Stuck in this state.

Dick, who was sitting next to Bruce, turned his head and glanced up at Bruce, his eyes full of concern, Bruce tilted his head slightly, then shook his head at him, signaling that he was okay.

But in fact, he has something, and it's not small.

Previously, he planned to rewrite his own underlying program, which was about the same difficulty as an intelligent robot trying to rewrite its own underlying protocol, and similar to a human stepping on his left foot and right foot to the sky in an ordinary state.

In the past few days, Bruce used the most straightforward way to clean up the mountain code, but because the mountain is really high, he had an idea when he went back to sleep last night and felt that he could write a new program that would automatically delete the code that was not needed.

If his state is normal, then this kind of program is easy to write, just a simple screening and deletion command.

But the problem is that almost a third of his brain is now working, and there is still a lot of self-proliferating pollution that cannot be found anywhere, in which case Bruce's new program has three running bugs.

After a night of hard work, there are now only three lines of code left without bugs.

To put it simply, if before he was just hallucinating like eating a poisonous mushroom and seeing a villain, now his olfactory and taste processing systems have completely shut down, and the double buff of olfactory and auditory hallucinations is superimposed on top of the hallucination.

Thomas looked at him, but didn't say anything, he just tapped the wall of the cup with his fork again, and said, "I don't think we've officially welcomed a few new guests yet, but since we're syntopes from another world, there's no need to be polite."

"Since your guardians have sent you to this universe, every aspect of your life here needs to be discussed in detail, and after breakfast, I will take half an hour to hold a family meeting, no one should have an opinion, right?"

Several children nodded, they were already used to this situation, Thomas had a family meeting almost every week, and the content of the meeting was very simple, basically asking about his physical condition, his studies, and confirming the next week's arrangements.

Seeing that several of his younger peers didn't express any opinions, several older Robins were embarrassed to speak, after all, they were here as guests, and they still understood the truth of being a guest.

As Alfred cleaned up the dishes at the table by the window, and a group of people sat around the coffee table in the reception area, Thomas cleared his throat first, looked at Dick, who was dozing off with a pillow, and said, "If you don't get enough sleep, cancel your ballet class in the evening and finish your French homework."

"No, I'm going to ballet." Dick yawned and said, "I need to exercise, I can't sleep if I don't get up to the level, or I'll go for a circle over Gotham."

"Then you'd better go ballet dancing." Thomas said angrily, "Then change to one French class a week and move it to the weekend, and then you can have a whole day on Sunday to do your French homework."

"So be it." Dick yawned again, then stood up with his pillow and said, "I'm back to catch up on sleep."

"Wait a minute." Thomas stopped him and turned to look at Nightwing, who suddenly had a bad feeling, and then he heard Thomas say, "Tomorrow you take yourself from another universe to Teacher Sylvia for a trial lesson."

"Wait a minute, I won't ······." Before Nightwing finished speaking, he saw Thomas's malicious gaze, and his refusal was directly blocked, and he spread his hands helplessly and said, "I'm in my twenties, how can I learn ballet?" And what's the use of learning ballet?"

"And what's the use of learning martial arts and ropes?" "I'm ······"

"It's not negotiable, if you don't go to class, I'll report you to the Gotham City Police Department for your midnight drive and disturbing people."

Nightwing sighed deeply and said, "How can I learn to dance at my age? Besides, it's still such a difficult classical ballet?"

"Didn't you learn acrobatics? The soft foundation should be much better than others, right?" Dick wasn't sleepy, and he said, "I'm late at my age, but I'm going to be the first."

I was praised by all the teachers because my flexibility foundation is so good that I don't need to practice it at all."

"But I'm ······ after all."

"Teacher Sylvia said that many people have both softness and strength, although children's flexibility is good, but often because of the lack of muscle mass and lack of strength, if adults have a foundation in softness, then they will be much better than children in terms of strength."

Thomas nodded in satisfaction immediately, and Nightwing reluctantly covered his eyes with his hands and said, "Okay, but I'd love to have a private teacher, I don't want to dance with those kids."

"Tuesday and Thursday classes are tutored." Thomas nodded and said, "You don't have to go to the camp on Friday, but it's because you're so old that you should put Latin learning on your agenda······

Nightwing was two heads larger, and Red Hood and Red Robin were leaning together in the same position, clucking with their pillows, but when Thomas's gaze turned to them, they immediately stopped laughing.

"Although Bruce has arranged lessons for you, I don't think you should be left behind in some basic courses, especially languages that can come in handy at any time, you can choose three languages that you don't know, and Alfred will put you in touch with the right tutor, no less than five lessons a week, and I'll come back every Friday night to check your homework."

Red Robin and Red Hood let out a wail in unison, but then Damian raised his hand and said, "What about me? What about me?"

Thomas looked the youngest Damian up and down, then glanced at Bruce, and said with some embarrassment, "Although I think education should start from an early age, Bruce thinks that younger children should pay more attention to developing their intelligence, or else······ You're going to sensory integration with Aisha?"

"Oh my God!" Damian was shocked and said: "I am proficient in listening, speaking, reading and writing in 16 languages, I can read Latin, oracle bones, seal script, I have completed university courses in nine disciplines such as medicine, engineering, and business, I can play 28 kinds of musical instruments proficiently, I can dance more than 30 kinds of folk dances, I can ski, I can dive, I can stunt motorcycles, I have climbed the Himalayas and challenged diving records, I can farm, I can raise fish, I can survive in the wild, and I have read through all modern philosophical theories, you told me to let me go to preschool??!!

Thomas's eyes almost fell out.

"It's really worthy of the Wayne family." Red Hood pouted.

Thomas stood up with a "poof", stared at Damian with green eyes, and said, "You are Bruce Wayne's own ??!!!

"That's right, my mom is ······."

"It doesn't matter who your mother is! A youthful and frivolous pleasure, a heartbroken mother······ I know it all!

"Ah Fu! Ford! You've got work to do again, get his life done! I'm going to take him to the shareholders right away!"