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

Trying to figure out if I was just in my head admiring Jason's white hair in front of my dad, I managed to get my video from someone else.

After watching it from beginning to end, I figured out where the recording on Jason's phone came from.

Yes, indeed I boasted.

I didn't just praise him at that time.

I've complimented everyone I've known growing up.

Including but not limited to brothers and sisters in the family, my parents, relatives and friends, classmates and colleagues.

What's even more outrageous is that I also praised the strangers I had an impression of.

Among them, those superheroes that I have not seen are the first to bear the brunt.

Although this is embarrassing, it's better than me praising Jason alone in front of my dad.

For things like compliments, if only one person has them, and you don't praise them in front of this person, then this matter will become a big deal.

But after I compliment everyone I know, it doesn't get so big, and I don't feel so embarrassed.

What is it called?Alone Better Together.

The content of the video is very long, and it can be seen that the audio is provided separately.Because the source of the video is the accompanying camera on my dad - I don't know why my dad has such a thing.

If the audio is original, then you can hear all kinds of messy sounds in this audio.

I guess the audio in the back was recorded by their communicator-don't ask me why there is a recording function in the communicator-the audio of the communicator is obviously well processed.Because although my voice is very small, it is very clear, and there are no other messy background sounds.

To be honest, I couldn't even find it when I watched the video. I used to be so able to speak when I was talking nonsense with high fever.

It's really that audio stuttering.Whenever I thought I had lost consciousness, my tiny voice would suddenly speak again and say something embarrassing to me.

Off-screen, I wish I could go back in time and space, strangle myself to death, and then destroy these videos that can be saved in the personal favorites of my brothers and sisters in the name of my dark history.

My dad is currently an eyewitness at that time, and I can only say thankfully that Batman doesn't chew people's tongues behind their backs.My black history, although it may be preserved in the form of video, will not be passed on orally like the black history that my grandparents mentioned when chatting with others.

Then, although the above things are important to me, the most important thing is not here.

The most important thing is the short 20-second scene at the beginning of the video.

Although it was very dark at the time, the camera produced by Batman has a night light device, so in the video I can clearly see my Twilight, which is inserted in a pile of ashes.

I, who had a little selective amnesia about the scene at that time, fell into deep thought as I looked at the pile of ashes that Twilight inserted.

—what the hell did I stick my knife in?

I thought and thought, but I didn't understand.

I decided to ask.

My father who was at the scene had the most right to speak. I found out about my father's whereabouts from Alfred.

When Alfred heard that I was going to find my dad, he handed me a tray and asked me to take it down for him.

On the tray are black tea and cookies.

There are several copies, which seems like a lot.

I guess my dad isn't the only one in the Batcave.

Sitting in an electric wheelchair, I took the barrier-free route in Wayne Manor, and took their afternoon tea steadily down to the Batcave.

When I got close to the bat cave, I vaguely heard a little quarrel coming from inside, but when I turned the corner and actually entered the bat cave and saw their figures, I didn't hear any more sounds.

The Batcave was extremely quiet, with only the slight sound of keyboard tapping and the sound of Jason tapping the screen with his mobile phone.

Not right.

They must have been arguing just now.

Jason presses the screen so loudly that I can tell he's sulking.

I just don't know which side is arguing with which side in this quarrel, and how many parties these people in the Batcave are divided into.

"Good afternoon." I greeted them, and then controlled the wheelchair to move to a small table dedicated to desserts—I can only thank Alfred for such things that don’t match Batman’s style in the Batcave——Little There are several coffee cups on the table, which are already empty.

I took out the black tea and cookies, and put the coffee cups on the tray.

"Grandpa Fu asked me to bring you afternoon tea." I said to them.

Jason was the first to come over to drink tea and eat cookies. He never treats his stomach badly.

"What are you doing here?" Jason asked me after drinking some lipstick tea.

"I'm here to ask Dad something." I replied.

Then I looked around the Batcave.

I know my dad is in front of the main console of the Batcomputer, and I'm looking around the Batcave because I just saw a knife that seems familiar—my Twilight.

But generally speaking, my Twilight is supposed to stay with Asahi, so I'm not sure.

So in order to take a look at this familiar knife, I pressed the button and let the wheelchair drive in front of the knife.

The knife was placed on a knife holder, covered with a bulletproof glass cover, and placed like a display.

When I got closer, I was instantly surprised.

Because the knife in front of me is my Twilight.

What's even more strange is that there is a display stand next to my Twilight, which contains a small box containing some gray powder.

The combination of those two things reminded me of my purpose in coming to the Batcave to find my dad.

I had a sprained neck and it wasn't easy to turn my head, so I pushed the button to control the wheelchair and turned my whole body to face my dad.

"Dad? What's going on here?" I asked him, "Why is my knife in here? And what is this gray thing?"

The two sentences are all problems.

After I ask the question, the bawdy-sounding clatter of keyboards in the Batcave stops.

For a moment, the space seemed to fall into a deathly silence.

"That's a good question."

"do not you remember?"

The silence was broken by two voices, Tim and Damian.

They spoke in unison and shut up at the same time when they realized who they were talking with at the same time.

Weird rapport, I thought to myself.

But the mouth asked: "Is there something I should remember?"

No one spoke again.

I asked again: "I just saw a strange picture in the first ten seconds of the video."

"Why was my Twilight stuck in a pile of ashes? Now why is it in a display stand in the Batcave?"

Dick also snuggled up to Jason to eat cookies just now. When everyone was quiet, he looked left and right, and then asked a question that had nothing to do with the present—it seemed that it couldn't be said to be irrelevant.

He said, "MuMu? Is that the name of the knife? Sounds really good."

"It's a pair of knives, and the other is called Chaochao." I introduced the other knife to Dick, although Chaochao is not in the Batcave right now, "their names mean, one is morning and the other is dusk."

"Oh oh oh! It's this day and night." Dick tapped his palm with his fist, "I know this! There is an ancient poem that goes, 'If two people are in love for a long time, how can they be in the day and night'!"

"Yes, it comes from this ancient poem!"

Dick and I chatted, silently veering off topic.

The Batcave was filled with me and Dick chatting.

Honestly, Dick and I have always had a great conversation.

When we were young, we stayed up late at night. I ran to Dick's room with my pillow in my arms and chatted with him for most of the night.

At that time, Dick would not disappear inexplicably at night, and neither my mother nor Alfred could stop me. They could only carry me back to my room to sleep after I got sleepy talking with Dick.

It is precisely because of the experience of talking about everything when I was a child that I have never regarded Dick as my brother, but as my best friend—my male best friend.

We would still chat with each other and make transatlantic phone calls until our senior year in high school.

Share some messy things with each other and talk about annoying things.

What Dick told me most often was about a friend of his who was very fond of punishing evil and promoting good.

Thinking about it now, that friend might be himself.

When I was young and ignorant before, I really thought that he had such a friend, and he was very serious about solving his friends' problems.

Alas, wouldn't it be nice to have more sincerity and less deceit between girlfriends?

If I had known as a kid that I had a brother who was a teenage hero... how cool would that be!

After the topic and thoughts went astray, I suddenly remembered that my doubts had not been answered.

I glanced suspiciously at Dick who had diverted the topic, and thought about the possibility that he did it on purpose - 90.00% nine.

Leave one percent to express your boudoir affection.

I changed the subject back.

"Why is my Twilight here? Maybe someone can answer me?"

Listening to Dick and I chatting nonsense for more than ten minutes, Damian may be impatient, and he directly cast a picture on the big screen of the bat computer.

"Look, what is this lump of ash." He pointed to the unknown lump of ashes inserted by Twilight in the picture and asked me, "Does it look like a person?"

"Damian." My dad stopped Damian's name, but under everyone's gaze, he didn't say anything.

"Father, the person involved is standing in front of you. We should ask her directly, instead of figuring out whether this piece of rubbish is the clown or the lunatic in front of this pile of things that can't even be detected by DNA!" Damian This passage successfully made everyone turn their attention to him.

Then, Jason coughed slowly and heavily.

When he caught his attention, he said, "I think the devil bastard is right."

It's nonsense literature that expresses its position, it's a waste of my eyes.

After looking away, I sorted out the meaning of Damian's words in my mind, and finally I wasn't so confused.

Oh thank you Damian.

You have solved all my confusion in one sentence.