The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3349 Farm Adventure (Part )

Chapter 3349 Farm Adventure (Part )

The sharp-eyed Tim immediately realized that this was not the Bruce they were familiar with, so he immediately pulled Dick next to him and told him not to go forward and join in the fun.

Harley sighed in disappointment. She said, "The guest you're talking about is Batman?"

After seeing Batman's face clearly, everyone dispersed, their disappointment evident in their words.

Batman didn't feel embarrassed. He looked at Schiller with an expression that could be summed up as "Who gave you the courage to bring so many teenagers together?"

Schiller ignored him, walked to the dining table next to him, put down the bag in his hand, and shouted to the living room: "Stop playing, come and eat!"

Then they came shoving and pushing like penguins. Schiller slapped Ted, who was leaning over to look at the bag, back to the sink.

Just as they were lining up to wash their hands, Schiller realized that there seemed to be one person missing from the line. He poked his head out of the kitchen door and saw Jason lying on the sofa.

"Jason twisted his ankle," Dick said as he pulled soap from the upper cabinet. "Ice it and the swelling is down. Do you want to check him out?"

Schiller walked over to take a look, and gently moved Jason's ankle, successfully reaping a series of screams. Batman also walked behind the sofa and looked at this familiar young man.

"It's nothing serious, no bones are broken," Schiller said. "You have some talent to be able to twist yourself like this."

Jason, who was still asleep, grumbled a few words in dissatisfaction, put his arms over his eyes, and said vaguely: "I won't eat, I'll sleep a little longer..."

Schiller shook his head, but did not wake him up. He went to the kitchen and said, "Leave him a bowl of soup and salad. Remember to heat it up before eating. I have to go back to New York."

Pamela held her fork in her mouth and said, "What's wrong? Is there an accident?"

"Not really. A student friend of mine came over to play, but he suddenly took on a more urgent project, so he entrusted him to me. I had to go pick him up."

Before leaving, Schiller warned Batman: "I may not be able to come back tonight. If a hurricane lands at night, you must keep an eye on them and don't let them get away."

Batman nodded silently.

Schiller kept looking back as he walked away, because he really doubted whether Batman could take care of the child. It turned out that his doubt was very reasonable. Is Batman the one who can take care of the child?

Jason woke up not long after Schiller left. Batman obviously paid a lot of attention to him and immediately set his sights on him.

"Ah, Bruce... What time is it now? Where's Alfred?" He muttered these words like he was talking in his sleep, and suddenly realized that he was not in Wayne Manor, so he sat up and said, "Oh my God, why are you here?"

Then he quickly realized that this was not the Bruce he knew, and immediately acted a little embarrassed. He said, "Sorry, I'm a little sleepy. Which universe's Batman are you from?"

Batman didn't know how to describe it, so he didn't say anything. Jason waited for three seconds and heard nothing, then he held out his hand and said, "Okay, I get it, traditional Batman."

"Tim! Come and help me! I'm hungry!"

Tim came over, reached out from behind the chair, grabbed Jason's arm and pulled him up, then said, "Why do you seem to be heavier again? Pamela...Pamela!! Come and help me, I can't lift him!"

Pamela dropped the game controller, came over and used the vines to support Jason as he limped to the kitchen. Tim followed him and said, "Jasons in other universes are not as strong as you. Can you reflect on yourself..."

"Is it my fault that I'm tall?" Jason said, swaying in his chair. "Why is there only salad and vegetable soup? No meat? A spicy pizza would be fine, too."

"If you want your ankles to swell up like kettlebells, then eat a lot of protein," said Harley, who was collecting kitchen waste. "There are two packets of hot sauce left over there. If nothing else, eat that."

Jason looked at his ankle and thought that regaining the ability to walk was more important, so he started shaking the salad in silence.

Ted was holding Blue Beetle to check the ice cream machine. After a while, he came to a conclusion: "This thing should be rolled into the pyramids and stay with the pharaoh. The rust inside is almost heavier than the parts."

Jason sighed at the side: "If I hadn't sprained my ankle, it might have been fixed by now."

He turned to look at Dick, who shrugged and said, "Don't look at me. You can't expect an art student to fix a machine."

Then he looked at Tim. Tim said, "This is going to be a lot of work... but I have an idea."

Several people gathered together in a flash. Tim raised his head and looked through the kitchen corridor to the living room. Batman was sitting there alone, looking more shabby than this old farm.

"He's the traditional Batman," Harley said first, "and I think he's not in a good mental state. What do you think?"

"Is that even a question? The doctor threw him here, so he must be given treatment. I think we can help him."

"Healing Batman, are you tired of living?"

"But at least we can let him use his mechanical knowledge to help us fix the hand-cranked ice cream machine. Don't you want some ice cream?"

Tim glanced back at the falling-apart ice cream machine and said, "Will this be hard for him?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, that's Batman!"

"I mean, isn't it a little hard to get him to understand that humans like to eat ice cream? Even Bruce won't let us have it!"

"It's because he's not Bruce that he doesn't care about us eating sweets. Come on, come up with a solution, or what will we do when he leaves later?"

"Why don't you just ask him?"

"He'd never agree to that," Harley said. "He'd probably think it was a bomb or something. Isn't that what Batman always does?"

Tim seemed to suddenly remember something. He looked at Harley and said, "He doesn't seem to be very curious about you. Hasn't he met the Harley Quinn from his world?"

"He's not very curious about any of us, which is not normal." Jason lowered his voice and said, "Batman should be very concerned about the situation in an unfamiliar universe, right? He will definitely find a way to trick us. But he doesn't seem to be enthusiastic at all."

"The doctor brought him here because he is sick. I think he is depressed." Harry touched his chin and said, "I wonder if he is taking medicine."

"Definitely not. Not everyone is Bruce." Dick thought for a moment and said, "How should depression be treated? Make him happy more?"

"I think we should give him something to do," Pamela said suddenly. "This guy looks like he's been through some kind of trauma. If he keeps sitting there reminiscing, it's not going to get better."

"I guess the doctor thought so too, so he left him to us. We need manpower to improve the farm."

Harry's eyes rolled around and she said, "I have an idea. Let's do this..."

Several people exchanged some thoughts in a low voice, and then went to the rooms upstairs to explain to the people who were not present. After reaching an agreement, they all looked at Batman with a bit of gloating.

The plan starts at midnight.

The offshore hurricane that swept across California landed in the early morning with such force that it was unmatched. The weather bureau issued more than 30 warnings, warning California residents to hide in the basement to prevent people and houses from being blown away.

Lead-gray clouds pressed down layer by layer. Amid the howling wind, more and more debris was swept up into the sky, giving the storm a solid shape. The roots of the trees clung to the soil tightly, and the branches danced, bursting with amazing vitality in despair.

Batman was awakened by the screams. Or maybe he wasn't asleep in the first place, as insomnia had been plaguing him for a long time. It was almost dawn, and he just dozed off for a while.

"House! House!!" he heard someone shouting.

Batman's instincts woke him up immediately. He pushed the door open and saw that the southeast corner of the house, which was the kitchen side, had been blown up. Harley was blown to the ground by the strong wind, and everything in the house was flying around.

Batman rushed down the stairs and looked out the window. The wind was blowing so hard that it looked like the cabin had been hit directly by the hurricane and was only just about to be uprooted.

"Lie down and don't move!" Batman shouted. But Harley was like a fool, struggling to get up, but was blown down again. Just as her head was about to hit the edge of the table, Batman threw out a hook rope to wrap around her waist and pulled her back.

The others seemed to have just heard the noise and rushed out from upstairs. They were instantly stunned by the condition of the house.

"Quick! Go get the plank!"

"No. This wall has separated from the foundation. We have to pull it down first. Otherwise, the whole house will be blown away!"

Pamela waved her hand, and a thick vine broke through the soil, wrapped around the beams from bottom to top, and with a "bang", pulled the house down.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But Pamela said, "My magic power is limited. Go find some nails and nail the house shut!"

A group of people searched the house like headless flies. Batman couldn't stand it anymore and said in a deep voice, "Come back!"

"Dick, go get the nails, and Harley, go get the boards. And some rope and glue. I'll go get the toolbox from the backyard..."

As Batman disappeared through the back door, Harley secretly gave the others a thumbs-up.

It was very difficult for ordinary people to enter the backyard without any shelter in the strong wind, but it was not difficult for Batman. But when he came back, his clothes were all wet.

As he was sorting the tools in the toolbox and selecting items that might be useful, Dick came over and handed him a set of clean pajamas. He said, "These are Jason's clothes. He's a little stronger than you. You should be able to wear them."

Batman just looked up, then lowered his head silently and continued his work.

Dick didn't say anything more, just put down his clothes and left. But soon a new situation arose. The storm had almost blown up the house and tore off the water pipe under the kitchen. Rainwater and tap water flowed into the house through the cracks.

"Oh my god, where did this water come from?!" Ted jumped on the ground. He said, "The water pipe is leaking. Find a way to plug it!"

He shouted the loudest, but did nothing except tap dancing on the water. Dick said, "We need to find some waterproof tape. I'm afraid we need to lift up the floor over there. I'll get a shovel, you wait a minute..."

Dick quickly brought the tools, but after digging for a long time he couldn't find the leak. Batman had to put down his work and start checking the direction of the kitchen water pipe.

(End of this chapter)