When Thomas rushed down from the stairs in his suit, he hurriedly took the fully dressed Damian from Aver's hand, he took two steps back, looked at Damian's dress, and said, "The shirt is not bad, but the bib pants are ······ Forget it, it's not our time, it's good, so let's do it, where's the car?"

"It's stopped at the door, sir·····."

Thomas picked up Damian, and before going out, he turned his head to look at Bruce, who was leaning on the sofa in a trance, and said, "You are recuperating well, and if you are really unwell, let Aver take you to the hospital."

Then he glanced around the other people on the couch and said, "Give me a good lesson, I'll come back on Friday night to check my homework."

As he hurried away, Red Hood spread out his hands and said, "I don't think he's going to have time to check his homework."

"He and Damian are a natural match." Red Robin commented, and he continued, "I used to think that there would be no father in this world who would be able to accept a child like Damian, and I was wrong."

"What's even more terrifying isn't it that he thinks Damian can be further cultivated?" Nightwing shook his head, rather helpless, and said, "I really don't know how much they have to learn to be satisfied."

"But I'm pretty sure he'll ask the ballet teacher about your progress." Red Robin's words froze the smile on Nightwing's face.

Nightwing was about to ask why, but Red Robin said, "The eldest son and the youngest son in a large family are the most concerned, don't think that with Damian you can escape."

Nightwing was like a deflated ball, and he muttered, "If Thomas hadn't gone to our universe to meet Batman one day, I wouldn't have gone to some hellish ballet lesson."

"Who isn't?" Red Hood crossed his arms and said, "I bet he's the kind of parent who can say we haven't done a page of homework and he can say we haven't done homework in our lives."

"Hey, aren't you guys paying attention to Bruce?" Barbara sat across from Bruce and looked over into Bruce's eyes.

It was supposed to be an extremely offensive social distancing, but Bruce seemed a little unresponsive, and it took half a day to lean back to avoid Barbara's gaze.

At this time, Alfred, who had sent Thomas out, came back, and he went to the cloakroom next to him and took out a lot of blankets and distributed them to everyone one by one.

The outsiders were a little puzzled, and stood there for a long time not knowing what to do, while several children had already put on blankets and walked towards the gate that led to the garden, and even Dick, who was sleepy, did not go upstairs at the first time, but fell at the end of the line and staggered out.

Red Robin didn't know what they were going to do, but he put the blanket on and followed the group of children and said, "Where is this going, Garden? Are there any group activities to do?"

"It's better not to be like last night." Red Hood deliberately lifted the blanket and swept it over Nightwing's head behind him, messing up his hair, and Red Hood laughed at Nightwing's stiff expression.

When everyone came to the garden, Red Robin immediately noticed that there was something different in the garden of this cosmic Wayne Manor, and a small square had been built in the southeast corner of the garden with benches and benches.

A few of the children sat on the swing, so the rest of them could only sit on the bench next to them, looking at the remains of the campfire in the middle of the small square, and Red Robin asked with some curiosity, "Why are we sitting here?"

"You'll find out later." Jason waved his hand impatiently and said, "Don't drop your jaws later."

"What can we ······?"

Before the Red Hood could finish speaking, a glimmer of light flashed across the sky, and then the halo grew larger and larger, until everything in front of him was illuminated in bright white, and everything was blurred.

This light is not very bright, but if you compare it to the weather in Gotham, it is like the first light at the birth of the universe, and Lucifer, the original light of the first light, has been amazed at this phenomenon and said that he is far inferior to it.

The sky in Gotham is bright

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A few small birds that had been walking for a long time in the rainy night landed in the bright bay, the long-lost sunlight made the drops of water on their feathers shine, and the wind that passed through the weeping reeds dried the dampness of their sideburns.

For years, the people who live in this land have always had to force their hearts to beat harder to pump more warm blood and survive one cold night after another.

And when the sun first coats them with warmth, the overheated blood will cause them to hover on the verge of spontaneous combustion, and the blood will rush from the heart to the brain and then dizzy.

Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Barbara all stood up from their chairs, looking up at the blue sky and the bright sunlight peeking through the holes in the clouds.

The surging heat that came from within their bodies made them yearn for a rain, and no one would fall in love with a rainy day in a city that was rainy all year round, unless they knew that it would be sunny one day.

Sunshine is not scarce, Nightwing has spent countless days in Bloomhaven walking on the clear sands, and then he will think of the rainy night in Gotham, but he has never been lucky to escape the rainy night and enjoy the sun, only deep sadness and longing.

They were all the same, because they all knew who it was, waiting for rainy night after rainy night in the cold and dark city, and every thought made them understand the greatness of the Dark Knight.

And today, the sun of Gotham makes them understand that the Dark Knight of this universe is even greater.

Nightwing looked up at Alfred as he served hot tea, Red Hood hugged him and rubbed his arms, Red Robin stared carefully at the outermost aperture of the cloud hollow, and Barbara turned her head to admire the bright spots of light between the shadows of the trees.

They are all hiding their true thoughts in the same way, and how can they not think of the darkness that has been missed a thousand times in the midst of such a great light?

The birds that have settled in the Bright River Bay still feel that this is not their home, and they rest in the reeds for a while, letting the sun tan their soaked feathers fluffy and soft.

On another sunny day, they said goodbye to the bends and the reeds, and the soft, fluffy little birds hid the remnants of light in the warm fluff, and then took off again, over the mountains, lakes, seas, and thunderstorms, only to bring the same enthusiasm to the dark caverns beneath the rain clouds in the distance.

"Batman ······" Nightwing spat out a name, his tone full of mixed emotions and obvious urgency.

"He's supposed to be here." Red Hood said it more bluntly than he did, saying, "Look at this miracle." "Or we'll look for him." Red Robin picks up.

"Oh my God, we should go back and tell him! Which of you brought a camera? Let me take a picture!" Barbara shouted, "Anyway, I'm going to send this picture back now!" Give my dad a copy and they'll be happy."

None of them coveted the warmth of the sun, but they all turned and walked back, looking for something to record the scene and bring it to Batman, preferably as soon as possible, and maybe even a look of surprise on his face.

But at that moment, Dick exclaimed from the bench next to him, "Bruce······ Bruce! What happened to you?

Several people looked back and found that Bruce had actually fallen next to the bench, and the red Robin, who was closest to Bruce, rushed over to help Bruce up, but Bruce grabbed the armrest of the bench and stood up.

He covered his forehead and shook his head and said, "I'm fine, the logic of the action conflicts, it's all right."

"You don't look like you're fine!" Red Hood exclaims, "I know Batman won't go to the hospital, but you're fainting!"

"I just need ······ Debug ······" Bruce said stiffly, but the next second his arm seemed to suddenly lose strength, and he fell to the bench again.

The next few people rushed up to help him, and Nightwing said worriedly, "Should we call the emergency number? This looks a bit like a cerebral infarction ·

"Thomas didn't say he had a mental illness

Is it? Could it be neurological epilepsy?" Red Robin, who has a medical education, speculated, and then he frowned and said, "If that's the case, we can't help it, let's take him to the hospital quickly."

"But Batman probably won't ······"

"He's not the Batman we know!" Red Robin let go of Bruce's hand and walked towards the gate of the manor, Alfred was already standing by the telephone and waiting, Red Robin walked over to see that the hospital and the private doctor's phone were ready.

After a moment's hesitation, Red Robin decided to call the hospital, as mental issues are troublesome to deal with, and sometimes sedatives may be required, which cannot be solved by a private doctor.

After a while, the ambulance from the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital came, and several Robins were a little hesitant before getting into the ambulance, and Red Hood looked at Red Robin and said, "What do you think? Send Batman to Arkham Asylum?!"

"In this universe, Batman is not Batman, and Arkham Asylum is not Arkham Asylum." Red Robin sighed and said, "Otherwise, do you have a way?"

Red Hood glanced at Bruce, who was being carried on the stretcher, and sighed deeply, while Nightwing had already stepped into the ambulance and beckoned to the two of them, "Anyway, he helped the Batman of our world, so we should help him too, this is the creed of the Bat family."

"Of course I do." Red Robin got into the ambulance, looked at Bruce's somewhat pale face and said, "He hasn't had time to have his own bat family, so it's naturally our responsibility."

The red hood also came up and said, "Even if someone faints on the street, I will take him to the hospital······ Barbara, don't come up, stay at Wayne Manor, and keep an eye on them and the Batcave!"

Soon the ambulance doors closed, and the trio arrived in the hospital room with the ambulance from New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, where Dr. Brand examined Bruce and made a diagnosis.

"It may be a physical disorder caused by insanity." Brand frowned and said, "What did he do to his brain? Why don't you even have a simple limb reflex?"

The expressions of the three of them immediately became nervous, but soon Brand added: "People have a certain degree of limb disorder when they are nervous, and they can usually recover through relaxation and recuperation, since he does not show aggression, then there is no need for tranquilizers, just rest for a few days."

Red Robin heard what he was saying, and asked tentatively, "Is it the mental tension caused by fatigue?"

"Probably." Brand only gave a vague answer, but three Robins, you look at me, I look at you, Nightwing sighed deeply and said, "Remember the sunny day just now?"

Red Robin stood in front of the bed, crossed his arms and stared into Bruce's face and said, "It's hard to imagine how hard a Batman would have to work to bring Gotham back to life."

"I said Batman shouldn't have sent us here!" Red Hood yelled dissatisfied, "How's it going? We're messing with him!"

The three of them were silent, and in their minds, the Batman they knew was already the most terrifying workaholic in the world, but he still didn't let Gotham have a sunny day.

And now that the Gotham of this universe has actually seen the sun, what does the Batman of this universe have to be tired of to achieve such an achievement?

Maybe he was already at the end of his strong crossbow, but as a result, a few of his own people came over and made him busy for a while, and under heavy pressure, his mental problems were reflected on his limbs, which led to the current situation.

Guilt spreads in silence, and the thing Robin hates the most is that he has become a drag on Batman, and the stronger Batman is, the more they hate themselves for becoming a weakness.

At that moment, Bruce suddenly woke up, he swallowed a few times, and said intermittently, "Come here······ Help me······ Help me ·····."

"Do what?" The three of them immediately surrounded him, and even the most impatient Red Hood pricked up his ears. "I'm in trouble······ Help me ······."

Bruce repeated a few words vaguely, both Nightwing and Red Hood

Without understanding what he meant, Red Robin looked at the other two and said, "Do you remember what he told Damian to do next?"

"Oh, meeting demon clients, attending hellish weddings, sending cats and dogs, and getting something from Diana or something? He wants us to help him with this?"

Bruce nodded vigorously, and then passed out again, and in an instant the three of them looked at each other, and they all saw the determination in each other's eyes.

Red Hood patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me, which Batman is not a help?"

And the moment Red Hood and Nightwing looked at each other, they both found surprise in each other's eyes.

Isn't it the deepest affirmation and the most special appreciation that a great Batman who brought Gotham back to the light of day chose them when he needed help himself?

"Let's go, go back to Wayne Manor, and have a battle meeting!"

Nightwing took the lead and led the other two out of the room, and when they left, Bruce on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes, sat up without hindrance, and walked steadily to the window.

Through the window, Bruce smiled as he watched the triumphant backs of the three young men disappear outside the gates of the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.