Time Miko

There is no job, no crime, no endless reports, no reason to stay up late and get up early the next day. With Connor's five meals a day, Tim's weight quickly reached the standard, and he started his recovery training.

The simulated training equipment in the training room is exactly the same as the one in the Batcave.. Maybe it is the one in the Batcave.

Tim and Connor had discussed this space for a long time.

They have very good reasons to believe that those instruments are from the Justice League and the Batcave they are familiar with, but they also know very well that standing on it does not mean that they have returned to the watchtower or the Batcave.

It is unknown whether Antana connected the space of the training room in this room to the Batcave, or whether Antana duplicated and overlapped the instrument space and put a copy here.

After adjusting the number on the simulated training instrument to an appropriate value, Tim started the basic training.

He wanted to turn it up a bit, but Connor banned, all strenuous exercise is currently banned, just start with the basics of walking...or at least running.

Tim quietly pushed open the door and looked at Connor who was busy in the kitchen, and decided to increase the amount of exercise a little.

After the training was set, Tim dragged his long-lost legs and started his first jog...  

It's just that he really overestimated his current physical condition. He just ran a few times, and his knees, leg bones, and even breathing felt pain in his lungs.

When the body was close to the limit, he kept pressing the training equipment to stop, and in the next second, a powerful arm caught Tim's precarious body.

The voice of blame has a worried tone:

"Tim, your body can't train too hard right now"

"...how can it be, it's just 2"

Tim, who finally recovered his strength, retorted unwillingly.

Connor raised his eyebrows at Tim's rebuttal, and just said:

"Let's have something to eat"

"Didn't you just eat it?"

"Well, thanks to the fact that some people almost broke their stomachs last time, our current diet is based on the standard of eating less and more meals, so it's time to eat now."

Connor ignored Tim's protesting eyes and forcibly led him from the training room to the cafeteria.There are not many meals on the table and there are not many meals, but they are prepared with great care.

It's just a small patty with a little green salad, and a cookie with a glass of milk and a bun, and Tim really wants to ask if he can have more.

But Connor would not agree at all, after he almost vomited last time.

"After eating, let's go for a walk"

Connor looked at Tim's wrinkled face and suggested that today's weather is good for a walk.

After dinner, Connor accompanied Tim out of the house. No matter how many times he had seen it, Tim would still be shocked by the endless plants in front of him. It is conceivable that it must have been more shocking when it was full of flowers.

"Connor, will you come back from the flowers when you fly over from the beach?"

"No, no matter how you fly to the sea, it is still the sea; on the other hand, if you fly to the flower, you will not be able to fly to the sea."

"Then the spatial structure here is not a sphere."

"Well, it's either not a ring or the space here is probably too large to imagine."

"Is the sea connected to the earth's sea?"

"Probably, I have also caught tuna and other earth fish in the sea, but there are also many fish that I have never seen before."

Tim probably has a general understanding of this space in his mind.

This is not a complete space, it should be caused by the overlapping of multiple spaces. Considering the power of Antana, he is not sure whether this conclusion is correct, and this flower bush is also very strange. There are various creatures in the ocean, But there is only one kind of flower on land. From what Connor said, this flower should have a certain calming effect, and the effect may be far greater than that. He can wake up so quickly, and this flower may have a very powerful effect.

Tim squatted down and studied the flower carefully...

As time passed day by day, Tim's skinny arms were covered by tight muscles again, his appetite returned to the previous level, and the intensity of the training machine changed from 1 to 4.

"Tim, it's dinner time!"

Connor's voice came from the kitchen.

"coming!"

Tim, who was training pull-ups, stopped training and jumped off the horizontal bar.His current level has completely recovered to the level before the accident, and it may be better. After all, before the accident, his life was not so regular, and he did not stay up endlessly.

Walking into the restaurant, looking at the man who was busy putting dinner on the table, Tim suddenly said:

"Connor, it turns out that your hair is naturally curly too."

Connor had always been a crew cut, so Tim didn't notice.

"Well, it's Clark's genes after all"

"..I thought Clark was curly with just that little curly hair"

Tim curled his lips, sat down and started preparing for dinner.A strand of hair fell down and obstructed the view.

"...maybe we should cut our hair"

Tim looked at the soup on the tip of the hair and said.

"Hmm... that's right"

Connor also looked at his almost shawl hair and agreed helplessly. When he came here, he only thought about whether Tim could recover, and then after Tim was gone, he only cared about how to recover. When he found out, he found out that The hair has grown so long.

"Connor, how do you cut your hair? Use heat vision like Clark?"

"Well, I'll find some scissors to cut it for you later"

"It seems very interesting, can you give me a haircut with heat vision?"

"...well, I'm not sure about Tim...you know in case it's wrong..."

"Give me a heat treatment, it seems very interesting"

"...All right"

Connor couldn't refuse his little red bird's request, even though his curiosity always gave him... a little headache.

After dinner, Tim sat on a chair with great interest, set up the mirror, and planned to watch the process of his hair being cut off by the heat sight.

"Tim, are you serious? You have to know that although my ability is not as strong as Clark's, but in case the heat sight is shot in the wrong direction"

"It's okay, I trust you"

"...Okay, then you must not move."

"Um"

Connor carefully picked up Tim's hair with a comb and then shaved it off with heat vision. At first, he carefully started shaving from the root of the hair, and after he became proficient, he gradually began to shave it into shape.

But accidents still happened. The hair of ordinary people cannot be compared with that of Clark or Connor at all. The effect of heat vision on it is not limited to just cutting it off. The high temperature burning is also accompanied by the smell of burnt hair. The scorched crumbs, flying in the air, drifted into Tim's nose.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"

A sudden sneeze without warning suddenly changed Tim's posture, and at the same time Connor's unrecoverable hot gaze directly grazed Tim's head.

"Tim.."

Connor jumps, afraid that the hot gaze will hit Tim on the head.

"fine.."

Tim rubbed his nose, he didn't feel any pain or anything, he should have missed the hit.

But when he raised his head and saw Connor's strange eyes...a bad feeling slowly rose.

"Uh...Tibao...you should be mentally prepared"

Connor slowly took the mirror next to him, and soon a figure appeared in the mirror.

The face that Tim is familiar with can no longer be familiar... only the top part of the head is bald, and there is a slight burnt smoke...

"...doesn't hit the scalp but...maybe a bit too short...."

"...shave... shave your head bald"

Looking at the area on the top of the head where the scalp can be seen, Tim spoke speechlessly.