What? Teammate lives in Arkham Asylum?

Chapter 1125 Li Chengfeng: I am a generous and kind person

“My children, you did a great job.”

"You are all the children I value most..."

“Especially you, Tim, my Red Robin, I can’t even imagine what cruel things I would do to those people if those bombs actually exploded…”

After quelling the Gotham Bank heist and handing the criminals and victims over to the belated Gotham Police Department, the birds disappeared into the shadows, following Gordon's hesitant gaze that ultimately gave up.

...Then they arrived at the rooftop of Gotham Bank's fourth branch.

Before they could speak, they saw their adoptive father, who was wearing battle armor but had removed his mask, hug Tim, who was standing right in the center.

This action completely terrified the birds.

"My God, was that Batman? Bruce Wayne who just said those words?" Barbara rubbed her temples, as if she had seen something indescribable. "Was I drugged today? Is all of this just a dream?"

“Don’t ask me, I’m scared too.” Dick shuddered. “I’ve never heard him say anything so cheesy in my life.”

"Such a fussy man is actually my adoptive father?" Jason, the jujube spirit, took off his red hood, revealing two tufts of white-streaked hair on his forehead that made him look particularly adorable. He said with a mournful face, "Ribbit! I'm so ugly now!"

“OMG… It’s such a shame we couldn’t film this scene, otherwise we could have sold it to Ms. Max of the FBI for a good price.” Stephanie sighed. “What on earth made our dear adoptive father open that mouth that looks like it never grew at all?”

"The result is obvious..." Damian was quite calm. "It must be that my Uncle Li taught my father some secrets to being a good father again... Tsk, the two of them are a perfect match, one dares to teach and the other dares to learn."

“Hmm…so do I need to do it?” Cassandra pointed expressionlessly at Bruce’s face. “Father looks like he’s possessed by a ghost.”

"Hey! That's enough! I finally got a kind word from Father! Can't you let me enjoy it a little longer!?"

Unable to bear it any longer, Tim suddenly charged towards his brothers and sisters...

Then he was punched and kicked and knocked to the ground.

Jason sat on Tim's bottom and gently ruffled his soft hair.

"Your way of hiding your shyness is pretty fussy."

"Mind your own business! You jujube spirit!"

Bruce wasn't bothered by the children's roughhousing.

On the contrary, this unprecedented scene made his heart, which had already been brought into the sunlight by Li Chengfeng, even brighter.

Now, he doesn't actually want to hide his love for the children from them...

It's just that he's not very good at expressing himself.

After all, his parents died early, and the love Alfred gave him was different in form. With Bat's excessively high IQ and extremely unstable EQ, it would be wishful thinking for him to suddenly become a good father with a mouth within a year.

...but he is not ashamed to ask for advice and learn.

So he recited the words Li Chengfeng had just taught him without hesitation.

Although Bruce had absolute confidence in Tim's abilities...

But the father's worries were never related to whether his child was outstanding or not.

Bruce looked at the birds chatting and laughing in front of him, and his face, which had always been aloof, became as captivating as a melting glacier.

With a "click," Li Chengfeng, who was standing nearby, captured the scene with his personal terminal.

"The beginning of the bat family?"

"It's quite heartwarming."

"...Tsk Dick! Damn it! Tuck that Gotham ass of yours in! You're old enough to know your place!"

……

"Therefore, we need to confirm again what exactly happened!"

Thomas Elliott broke through the crowd, followed by Ruth Bradley.

At this moment, their expressions were far from pleasant.

Their planned explosion was meant to take away the robbers and Tim...

But since the explosion didn't happen, the robbers were most likely dealt with as well.

Although there was indeed a slight chance of failure in their plan.

But they also designed contingency plans.

However... all we need to do is discard some of the less elite among these elite individuals.

The so-called "sacrifice the pawn to save the king".

However, after they pressed their palm prints on the access control, a red light indicating "failure" appeared.

"Beep, identity verification successful... Thomas Elliott, insufficient permissions."

"Beep, identity verification successful... Ruth Bradley, insufficient permissions."

The two of them froze.

Insufficient permissions?

How can this be?

They are shareholders of Wayne Enterprises!

At that very moment, a portal emitting a ghostly blue light appeared out of thin air behind them.

Then, a man dressed in a restrained black suit walked out; it was Bruce Wayne.

Following behind him were the little birds, who had changed into their formal attire.

Everyone present was, of course, aware of the children Bruce Wayne had adopted…

But who is that woman in the flashy men's white suit?

They had never seen anyone like it before, and even after searching their memories of the upper class, they couldn't find anyone who matched their description.

However, his eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Bruce Wayne's... so he seems to be his blood relative?

"Bruce, what exactly is going on?"

"You mean this teleportation portal? Oh, it's a new technology I recently funded research on, it just didn't go through Wayne Enterprises."

“…You know that’s not what I’m talking about.” Ruth Bradley frowned, trying to continue fooling this rich and foolish Gotham tycoon. “Regarding those bats, you should know that everyone here, including you, the mastermind behind it all, are beneficiaries of the Gotham City Damage Foundation. It’s good for all of us…and you don’t want to be on the opposite side of the entire upper class, do you?”

"Damn, my temper is raging!"

Jason rolled up his suit sleeves and leaned in... but was pulled back by Dick, who was holding a glass of ginger ale.

“I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t rush.” Dick handed the milk and energy drink to his younger siblings, then gave the only glass of red wine to Barbara, the only adult among the birds. “Don’t forget, we’re here for an apprenticeship.”

After he finished speaking, all the birds, including Jason who was glaring fiercely, sat or leaned against each other, surrounding the parties involved in the center.

Bruce Wayne shrugged and didn't answer.

But the short, pretty girl next to him spoke up.

"How about this, you bad nerd?"

"I am a generous and kind person."

"How about this, you give me your client list, and I won't let you be shot thirty times in the back and commit suicide. Instead, I'll just lock you up in Arkham, how about that?"

"Of course, whether you get killed by those extreme KKK lunatics in Arkham is none of my business."