[Comprehensive Yingmei] What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?

Confession Bureau.

As the name suggests, it is a bureau formed to confess to each other.

Said that the group after discharge will be the group after discharge, my dad did not procrastinate at all.

My dad, me, and four boys were involved in this confession.

There is also Dako who entered in disorder.

In my opinion, Jason is an insider on both sides. He should be called back by my dad to ensure the authenticity of what I said. Of course, I think he is more likely to come back to watch the excitement on both sides.

Others may also be watching the fun.

Alfred put black tea, midnight snacks and snacks on the table in the living room, and the stand-alone game I was playing was on the big-screen TV.

College students have to go to class, and Batman has to watch at night. The time of this game is set at four o'clock in the morning. It can be said that the time is very dark.

But there is no way, because I was hospitalized in a coma for the previous week, I missed classes at all, and now I have to make up classes.

It's my dad and they are accommodating my time.

In fact, I think the best way to confess is to take me to participate in the night watch. After all, nothing is better than seeing is believing.But my dad didn't think so. He banned all my going out activities and asked me to rest at home for another week before going out.

Although I was busy making up lessons and homework, I didn't have time to go out, but his behavior is very easy to arouse people's rebellious heart, so I found a time to try to sneak out the day before yesterday.

Then, the second I stepped out of the mansion and my feet landed on the lawn, there was a very obvious sound of mechanical equipment moving around the empty yard.

A row of defensive weapons was exposed on the fence, aiming precisely at my feet on the lawn, the threat was self-evident.

Immediately afterwards, Jason's voice sounded from speakers hidden somewhere around him, with obvious gloating: "Louise, you are still grounded!"

Only then did I understand what Alfred said about "Wayne Manor has a very solid defense system".

The best defense is offense, right, Dad.

I was playing games with a game controller and snacks in my mouth, and my dad just came down from the stairs. His hair was still dripping, and he was wiping it with an absorbent towel.

"Hello Dad, the night watchman is back." I was distracted from the game and greeted him, "Are you not injured?"

No injuries are false.

I saw the big bruises on my dad's hands where he brushed his hair.

I didn't see any trauma other than a bruise, and my dad didn't seem too impressed with the bruise either.

But Alfred obviously didn't think so. He took out the bruise oil that I was very familiar with, and rubbed it vigorously on my father's hands.

"Obviously showing disapproval of the wound in front of the children will make them look like Master Bruce," Alfred said, "obviously everyone in the family has learned your bad habit, including Miss Louise. "

As expected of Alfred, he stabbed the whole family with a single sentence.

While Alfred was rubbing the oil on my dad, other people came into the living room one after another.

Everyone was empty-handed, except Tim.

Tim hugged his coffee mug and computer, with big dark circles under his eyes, just like a social animal.

He looks really hard.

"Ahem!" Jason purposely put his fist to his lips and coughed twice, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"I announce that the first confession conference is starting now. Although there may not be a next one, it seems that this one is more precious." He said, "Now, please adjust the recording equipment in your hands, and the parties concerned will prepare the draft as this conference. The referee of the session, Theredhood is watching you."

...Why does a confession session need to be recorded?

I don't understand.

"There are a lot of messy things to say, long and trivial, and I don't know if I will miss something if I say it. Why don't you ask questions, one person at a time, and take turns." I said.

The current seat is that my dad and I occupy the two single sofas in the living room, sitting face to face, the others sit on the couch, and Jason sits in the middle of the couch.

There is a table between my dad and me, and I can’t say I’m not far away. I’m habitually idle, and my sitting posture is very relaxed.

But my dad looked very serious.

"Yes," he said.

"The source of the toxins in your body?" He was the first to ask.

"An unknown new type of toxin formed by a mixture of multiple biological toxins." I thought about the words, "I was plotted against once when I was on a mission. There is no way to completely remove the unknown toxin, so some of it remains in the body. affect health."

After preparing to confess to my dad, I called back and asked people outside the organization about their right to know. I didn’t intend to hide what I should say. When I called back, I was already ready to ask them for a confidentiality contract. I was prepared, but my former colleagues helped me to check, and the people in the Justice League are actually one of the people who can know these contents. Batman, as a consultant of the Justice League, can of course also know.

But to be honest, I don’t know much about toxins myself. I just remember that I was plotted and captured by some organization at that time. Some old injuries were left in this operation. What is the body's protection mechanism that made me forget this memory.

"If you want to ask about the content of the mission, I don't remember much, but you can ask the Justice League to look it up. It is mentioned in the file that the Justice League is someone who cooperated with us to do this mission. The mission name is A-32100 Snow Mountain Operation." I tell him.

I was actually quite shocked when I learned that the Special Cases Office and the Justice League had cooperated. After all, the Justice League is an unofficial superhero organization, which is different from the Avengers.

"And now it's time for me to ask." I raised my hand, "Dad, if you are Batman, why does everyone say that Bruce Wayne has an affair with Batman Superman!"

I'm really curious about this, and I can understand the Batman-Bruce Wayne gossip.On the bright side, the richest man in Gotham is a playboy. To distinguish him from his hidden identity, he must use the most outrageous relationship to explain why he funded Batman. Protection and nurturing can explain it, but why is Superman? ah?

How did Superman get involved in the bat cp?

"...Cough." My dad coughed awkwardly under my suspicious gaze.

"Bruce Wayne is curious about the Justice League and needs a reason to invest a lot of money in the Justice League. Batman is the same. A reason that can attract playboys in the first place is beauty." He said.

"Actually, it wasn't like that at the beginning." Dick interjected, "Bruce used to publicly criticize Batman and act like he hated Batman. At that time, there was no such thing as Batman having an affair with a rich man."

"Later, Batman always appeared at the scenes where Bruce was kidnapped or attacked, and some people realized that the equipment on Batman was expensive, so some people guessed that Bruce had taken care of Batman based on Bruce's outside persona, and then Bruce made mistakes. , admitted the rumor."

... I take care of myself, or my dad can play.

But now I know that Dick didn't just come back to watch the fun, he also helped my dad to add explanations, or rather-to share some dark history that would embarrass my dad.

I turned my gaze to Dick while he was filling in for my dad, and that's when I remembered something I hadn't asked.

"If everyone has a secret identity, dad is Batman and Damian is Robin?" I asked them, "What about the others?"

Dick froze for a moment, then showed a bright smile, and said, "Then let me introduce myself again. I am Richard Grayson, AKA Nightwing, the first Robin."

"The first, first term?" I was startled, "Is Robin still in the succession system?"

"Congratulations, you guessed it right." Jason raised his eyebrows, "I'm the second."

"The third term." Tim said while typing into the computer without looking up.

"Then Damian is the fourth term?" I pushed along.

"No, the devil boy is the fifth term, which is the current Robin." Jason said, "Stephanie is the fourth term."

"...But Damian is only 14 years old." I was stunned.

"I was able to climb the snow-capped mountains by myself when I was eight years old." Damian glanced at me and snorted coldly.

I can hear his subtext, he said: Don't underestimate me.

"Is that Tim the Red Robin?" I changed the subject.

I don't really want to delve into the fact that Damian has become a Robin fighting criminals at the age of 14, and can climb a snow mountain by himself at the age of eight, because if I go deeper, I will wonder if Batman has ever been approached by the Children's Protection Association.

"Yes." Dick confirmed my guess.

"Big Red." He pointed to Jason.

"Little Red." Pointing to Tim.

"So it's Big Red Riding Hood and Little Red Bird." I nodded.

The confession bureau just asked each other a question, and then I took it astray. My dad just watched us make trouble like this, and he was not in a hurry to ask questions.

In the end, Jason played his role as a referee and brought everyone back to the confession.

"Is there anything to do with the Special Cases Office when White's phone exploded last time?" My dad asked sharply.

So, to answer this question, I first have to explain my relationship with the Special Cases Office, then White and me, and then White and the idiot organization, and the idiot organization and the Special Case Office and me.

"How should I say it?" I organized my words.

"The two years when I joined the army, I actually went to the special case office. Enlisting in the army was an excuse. During the two years I worked in the special case office, I was in charge of the investigation and suppression of an anti-social organization, but this organization was not completely suppressed. I succeeded in suppressing them. They transferred the base and reorganized the people to make a comeback. Now the former second in command of this organization should be the one who rules this organization. I killed the first in command during the operation. The first and second in command are brothers, so the second in command is very hate me."

"The people behind White's help are this organization. They should know my real identity, so they sent me the news through White's hand. White has nothing to do with the Special Cases Office. She has something to do with this anti-social organization."

It's not easy to call people stupid in front of my dad, and if Alfred hears me swearing, he might take my cookie away-although Alfred has fallen asleep now.

But the idiot organization didn't appear around me after that time. I don't know if the Special Cases Office sent people to deal with them or the idiot organization is holding back some big moves.

"Dad, I don't think it's fair. The questions you asked me made me answer so many things, and I have nothing to ask you. Wouldn't it be a loss for me?" I suddenly realized.

Although it is mainly because I want to be frank and lenient, I still feel that I have suffered a blood loss!

"Then..." My dad lengthened the ending, arousing my curiosity.

"So what?" I asked him.

"I'll take you to visit the watchtower tomorrow," he said.

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