[Comprehensive British and American] Bat Parenting Encyclopedia

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This ignorant little girl in front of her didn't make Lex Luthor feel threatened, even though Luthor didn't know the bottom line and scope of her strength under the five-dimensional concept at the moment.

But Luthor never saw this as a problem—tools were only as powerful as they were in the hands of intelligent people like himself.

Although he is also a three-dimensional person, Luthor feels that he can break through the limitations of his own dimension and discover the true value of this tool.

"Creation" is obviously a more difficult thing than "destruction".If such a tool, which is more precious than kryptonite and rare to come across in this life, is in his hands, it should and can be used to achieve something more brilliant than destroying the multiverse.

Although Helena's explanations about parallel worlds and various "difficulties" that lead to timeline confusion caused Luthor to suddenly feel a little touched, it was not surprising.

Crowds are stupid and demented, and even more vulgar, easily incited and used. To elevate the guidance of group spirit to a strategy that can be used, Luthor said that he has already mastered the game.

Therefore, this "touch" is only a feeling for the stupidity of the "rabble"-feeling that the world always disappoints him in terms of IQ.

See, groups have a natural need for paternalistic "discipline."The "discipline" of the group is a job with great responsibility, and Luthor believes that few people in this world have enough wisdom and ability to undertake it.

—Of course, he himself is naturally one of the few qualified persons.

Generally speaking, every move and every word of this young girl Helena made the founder and helm of the Lex Group feel very funny, as if she was watching a child play house.In his eyes, this little girl’s film is like a preschooler who steals an adult’s clothes—oh, yes, if he remembers correctly, this little girl is of course just a child, and in this timeline she is just a child. A milk doll in a diaper.

However, he is more inclined to regard the baby that the idiot Wayne is raising as a toy and the adult rebellious girl Helena in another world in front of him as two completely different people-Luthor believes that according to the theory of parallel worlds, this should be the case.

And the immature girl in front of her is still imitating the words of adults. Look, she changed "it was caused by you" to "it was caused by them" before what she thought was a meaningful pause.

The girl tries in vain to put herself on the same team as Luthor and rise above the mediocre crowd by changing the personal pronouns in the concluding sentence.

Close the relationship, unanimously external...

This is a kind of negotiating technique - the rank is not high, and the middle managers of any branch of the Rex Group may bother to use it.

Luther couldn't help sneering, the little girl was still too immature, and it seemed that she was at the end of her rope.

This is not surprising. As an iron-blooded businessman, he has been able to manage the group company and personal brand to the top of the world today, and he can even run for the president of the United States in the next step. Of course, Luthor knows that he does not have any weaknesses that can be exploited.

He is not Stark, who is essentially loveless, nor Wayne, whose ptsd has never been properly treated.

Lex knew very well that his pride was not a baseless conceit, but a self-awareness deeply rooted in the supremacy of hard power.

So, this Helena kept talking about the so-called "panic and remorse deep in my heart"?

— is simply the funniest joke Lex has heard this year and in the next ten years.

Is Iron Man Stark defeated like this?

Sure enough, in the end it was up to him, Lex Luthor, to save the world.

He folded his armored arms and sneered at the little girl film.

"This is your strength?" He didn't want to waste time playing with the little girl, he stretched out his hand impatiently again, "Hand over what doesn't belong to you, last chance, young man, maybe I can consider giving it to you A way out."

The girl's expression was still calm and indifferent, she just shook her head, her slightly curly long black hair rippling lightly on the back of her neck with her movements, "I don't need strength, let alone attack, even the me in front of you is not in your concept at all. This is the five-dimensional space, and there may be an 'I' at the same time, existing at another age and in another state."

She changed the subject, "In business warfare, you know better than me, Mr. Luthor. In a mature market, a large enterprise in a defensive position will always have a higher probability of strategic success than those small and medium-sized enterprises that are attacking in the same market."

Luther narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what Helena was planning when he suddenly mentioned the business war.

At this time, the optical network between the two and the earth in the simulated parallel universe are still slightly emitting a golden light, which sets off the girl's calm face.

"...Just like my current strategic position is also defensive, I just need to stay here...just give people in the [-]D, the so-called 'second chance', 'regret medicine', and then wait for everything to go to ruin."

Following the content of the words, Helena looked up and looked around the dark surroundings, and Luther found that he could not see any appreciation of this wonderful space, or an expression of pride in her.

It also proved Lex's idea that "she wasted an incomparably precious resource", which even made him a little heartbroken.

"I don't need to attack, you can't eliminate me, because you can't stop me, and you can't stop the will of those people in the world who are eager for the 'regret medicine'..." She lowered her head and smiled, with a strand of black hair hanging down, "You know, it is precisely Timothy inspired me..."

This smile does not show any "intimacy", let alone "sneering".

"Changing the past was once only the prerogative of certain superpowers. Whether it's Superman, The Flash, or Ant-Man, they have all done it before. I believe Mr. Luthor also despises this very much." Helena looked up, The tone remained flat, "If everyone was given this privilege, what would the world be like?"

"Or, why can't other people have this privilege?" After speaking, as if to show off, the optical network in front of Helena changed slightly, and a small globe in the lower right corner was enlarged and slid to the center of the optical network.

"This earth was created by the Flash who entered the Speed ​​Force and tried to save his mother," the girl said as she picked the simulated golden earth from the optical net, as if picking an apple, "it can be called 'flash point', it has been destroyed... ...Births and deaths of billions of people are all caused by the Flash alone...Since a revered superhero can't resist the temptation of this second chance, we shouldn't criticize other ordinary people, you Is that right, Mr Luthor?"

Lex was unimpressed, superpowers are the world's troubles, he has long known, "the destruction of a world... I would like to see this as survival of the fittest, collateral damage. I have always believed that superpowers should be restricted by laws and governments , the justice of the motive, cannot be an excuse for all actions. I have nothing to regret, and I don't understand what it has to do with me."

The girl's probing gaze caught his attention through the gap in the optical network.

"You're right—the question about superpowers, Mr. Luthor, you've been working on it for years." The girl waved her right hand, and the optical network changed again. A void appeared between the two.

"Did you know that in many, many parallel universes, regardless of their positions and camps, an entrepreneur named Lex Luthor has always insisted on guarding against people with superpowers."

This kind of low-level compliment did not make Luthor relax his vigilance. The reason why he didn't take action immediately was just to dig out as much information as possible, whether it was about the multiverse or the high-dimensional space.

"You and my father are similar to a certain extent. But you are an opportunist, Luther. What's even more commendable is that you have always understood that you are a human being. For this, I admire you."

His resemblance to Batman?Lex just wanted to sneer, that can only be said to be Batman's high climb.

"The reason why I'm here is also your...'credit'." Helena at the other end of the optical network moved her mouth again, but this time, Lex saw the obvious irony in her expression.

"—You are not what you think... how to say, let the earth and mankind be armed, you have no influence in the war against Brainiac in the future, Mr. Luthor, you You can excuse that you are old, but I am still very disappointed in you."

"That's why I realized that I overestimated you, and likewise, you overestimated yourself." The girl lowered her face, "Your wisdom and conceit can't save the earth, you can't save mankind... I should have known it a long time ago , Isn’t it? You are very entangled in the face of Superman, and you did not use any means to destroy Superman—you are essentially, deep in your heart, also a child who yearns for authority and absolute power.”

"Just like you once cloned a little Superman after Superman's death..." The girl's expression became more ironic, "The most powerful force on earth has finally disappeared without any trouble. Isn't this exactly what you hoped for?" ?"

The girl's eyes were sharp, and she charged straight at him, "On the one hand, she condemns Superman, but on the other hand, she is trying to create a new Superman. Why is this inconsistency, Mr. Luthor?"

This kind of questioning... It's not that Lex never asked himself, but he suppressed these thoughts every time.The president is always on top of everything, and he always thinks that he is "knowing how to be flexible"...

The conspicuous earths that were previously controlled by Helena began to leap out of the background of the optical network one by one, spreading out in front of Lex's eyes.

"You may want to say that those of yours are expedient measures, and that superhuman strength is often necessary."

Is it Lex's own delusion?Helena's voice seemed to gradually fade...

Is this another mental game of hers?

With several earths, or more precisely, several parallel universes, unfolding in front of him, Lex found that he no longer cared about the girl's position... At this point, Helena's voice almost blended into the background.

Because all his attention is attracted by the earth in front of him.

"These all happened in the parallel world that was destroyed by Superman—in this world, Superman established the government of the Communist Party, and Batman even stood in the Superman camp; this world is even worse, and Superman directly became The will of the world... is even more extreme than what I have done..."

For Luthor at this time, the manifestations of these worlds are not just simple ppt presentations, but as the outlines of the golden globes gradually enlarge, it seems to swallow him, all knowledge about this world, Memories, images, all came to him.

Rather than just being stimulated by cinematic sights and sounds, which only "trigger" emotions, what Lake is experiencing is far more real.

For him, these "memories" seem to be projected directly in his mind, and "emotions" are like some kind of liquid being poured into his memories.

No... This description is not accurate... A more accurate description is that he seems to have experienced the struggle and frustration of a person named Lex Luthor in these worlds destroyed by Superman...

——more remorse, and despair.

This is the power of the fifth dimension?

Ignoring time... is that what you mean?

There was too much information in an instant, and Lex had no time to think.He wasn't even sure if he was still standing, or if he was overwhelmed by emotion-like the dog blood film and television drama produced by the film and television company of the Lex Group.

Lex didn't know how long it had taken him to appreciate the lives of several lifetimes, sharing and experiencing his own failures in multiple universes.

He found that he was starting to lose his presence.

There is only one voice around.

This voice did not belong to a girl, the more he listened... the more he felt that the source of this voice was himself.

"In these worlds, none of you can do what you once thought you could do."

"You are not proud, nor are humans."

——"Does this mean that you are actually... an incompetent person?"

——"You understand probability. If every one of you in all parallel worlds fails in dealing with people with superpowers, then what is the probability that you will be the only winner?"

——"No matter which world, all your attempts and efforts are just a meaningless anxiety."

"You, Lex Luthor, are just a mediocre loser."

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Like Lex Luthor, as soon as Tim stepped into the fifth dimension, his surroundings changed drastically.

He didn't know what happened to Luther, who was almost his hostage, and right now, he didn't have time to take care of it...

As a well-trained vigilante, he has to face ferocious criminals on the streets of Gotham every night. In addition, there is a lot of investigation work, which requires the vigilante to maintain the best physical and mental state at least during operations. Otherwise, I won't even be able to save my life.Therefore, whether it is Bruce or the Robins, they have always been very sensitive to their physical state.

Of course, this kind of sensitivity is not for the sake of saving lives, but for "practice wherever you are weak", so as not to let yourself have any loopholes that can be exploited by others-for them, the body and brain are their weapons.

Just like now, Tim was keenly aware of the changes in his body immediately - he became smaller and his strength was correspondingly weakened.

This weakening was clearer than the inexplicable headache and weakness in recent times, which made him vigilant.

For a long time, Tim just felt that his strength was being taken away by something. He thought he was too tired...

And now, he is powerless.

It's as if years of inhuman high-intensity exercise have been fed to the dogs.

This body awareness, one step ahead of the changes in his surroundings, captured his full attention.

The next second, he found himself in the speeding Batmobile, with Bruce in the driver's seat next to him—Bruce in the Batman uniform.

Outside the Batmobile, there are the dark and deserted streets of Gotham.

And he himself was wearing the Robin uniform.

——Not Red Robin, but Robin, the style and design of a few years ago, the position of the weapon has not been improved by himself...

Tim blinked, still a little dizzy, is this some kind of illusion?

magic?

memory?

Dreamland?

In any case, he is also the founder of Teen Titans, and he is also a person who has seen the world. All of the above are possible.

At least Tim isn't so confused that he thinks his surroundings are reality.

He still remembered that he entered the fifth-dimensional space with Luther, so that he would not lose consciousness for a while.

Therefore, to observe the environment in which you are silent and calmly and alertly, and to assess the suspiciousness of the Batman around you, and to be ready to counterattack at any time, is the Red Robin in the little Robin shell, the first thing to do now of.

He took the time off to make a fist and pump his arm muscles—the gap in physical fitness was obvious, and he couldn't help but deeply doubt that his current physical state seemed to be back when he was just accepted by Bruce as Robin...

According to memory, when Tim was Robin, he found a handy weapon in the grid of the universal belt that used to store anesthesia needles.

He was about to knock down the fake "Bruce" next to him with one shot.

(If this guy is fake, Red Robin's sneak attack is still very likely to succeed, right?)

But before Tim could make a move, the fake "Bruce" spoke up.

"No, Tim, it's not a dream."

The hands of "Bruce" wearing black gloves are firmly locked on the steering wheel. Even when talking to Tim, he still does not look sideways. Just through the chin exposed under the mask, one can see the urgency and anxiety rarely seen in Batman at this moment.

Without waiting for Tim to ask, "Batman" continued to explain the current situation to him quickly.

"This is the opportunity Barry is offering you."

Bruce's hands on the steering wheel quickly overlapped and turned a large turn. The tires of the Batmobile rubbed against the underside at high speed, making a piercing whistling under the silent night sky—an indication of the driver's anxiety.

"While Barry enters the Speed ​​Force to change history, he can definitely expand the time range..."

Batman's words made Tim's hand freeze.

He was slightly turning his head to look at Bruce in the driver's seat, tensing his muscles to prepare for a counterattack. At this time, his eyes unconsciously noticed the street scene outside the car from the driver's seat window.

What he saw stunned him.

This is... the night view of the neighborhood where his former home was located.

Even the position of the street lights and the angle of the moonlight were exactly the same as that night.

That night... the night his father Jack Drake was killed by the original Captain Boomerang, Tim will never forget.Many years later, he can vividly recall the scene of him and Bruce in the Batmobile before the incident that night, and even the night scene of Gotham outside the window every minute and every second.

Just like Bruce's reaction after Damian's death, Tim also simulated the cause and effect of that night over and over again, trying to find out what went wrong...

It's very simple, it's enough for him not to go on a mission with Bruce that night, as long as he stays at home, he can protect his father; it's even better if he doesn't become Robin, so that his identity will not be leaked, his innocent Father will not be affected by his youthful spirit.

Tim's childhood was generally happy. His father was a successful businessman in his early years. Although he and his mother often traveled all over the world due to official business, and their time with him was limited, they still tried their best to give him enough love and material conditions.However, a kidnapping left his mother dead and his father paralyzed. Jack Drake's business plummeted due to physical and mental trauma, and finally even went bankrupt. Tim also changed from a young master of the same class as Bruce, with a big house and a housekeeper. An ordinary boy in a civilian apartment.

He doesn't care about these things, he knows his father's difficulty, he only planned to quit the thrilling vigilante career after a few years of Robin, and return to the life of ordinary people, and even planned to start his own business, so that Drake's surname could be restored. Show up in the business world.

However, he still made his father pay for his waywardness...

Tim clearly remembered that that night, he and Bruce were like this, when they passed by the fluorescent blue graffiti illuminated by a touch of moonlight on the street, they received a call from their father for help from home.He remembered the graffiti, which had mocked him in his dreams for years.

His breathing began to be short, this must be a dream, maybe Stark and the others were trapped in a nightmare, Tim kept admonishing himself rationally.

"Changing History"? "Speed ​​Force"?

Don't listen to anything the "Batman" in front of you is saying.

As if he could hear his heart, Batman continued, holding the steering wheel by his side, "You don't need to trust me, you don't need to trust me, Tim, you just need to follow me."

At this moment Tim's cell phone rang too, and the incoming call on the screen was his father's name—exactly the same as that night.

This is the case for young Tim, in the Batmobile at night, helplessly and desperately hearing the whole process of his father from discovering suspicious characters to being hit in the chest by a boomerang...

Tim held the phone, staring at the name on the screen so hard that his knuckles turned white.Whether it was a dream or a hallucination, it was to simulate the most painful moment in his life.

He hesitated to answer the call, and only hesitated for two or three seconds, and then Tim was relieved.

——No matter how painful it is, he has a chance to hear his father's voice again, doesn't he?

He's about to press the green call button when a black gloved hand blocks the phone from Tim's eyes.

"You don't need to answer this call, Tim," the concern in Batman's words is obvious, "You will see your father soon, I promise you, I will not take another step, we can hurry Before Captain Boomerang."

Under the mask, the cold and hard lip line was tightly drawn, and an imperceptible arc was drawn. This arc is an encouraging smile. Although it is rare, it can always make Tim feel at ease.

"Barry went a little bit forward in the timeline that changed Helena's history—why not, we simulated it, the change wasn't catastrophic."

Batman squeezed Tim's shoulder tightly with his big hand, "We're going to save your father now, Tim."

"I……"

Tim opened his mouth, rationally making him want to express that he didn't believe the suspicious Batman in front of him, but emotionally... he knew he wanted it all to be true.

He fantasized more than once that if he had the speed force of Barry Allen, he would really be unable to resist the temptation, and ran back to the past immediately to save his father and mother.

Through the car window, the youth's eyes reflected the constantly surging streetlights, flickering on and off, just like the battle between his reason and emotion was as intense.

People tend to believe what they subconsciously want to believe—and that makes life a lot happier.Tim wondered if he could resist the temptation.

—he wanted to believe.

—he was ready to believe.

——To believe, it seems... There is no price, what else can Tim Drake lose?

He didn't have any more time to think about it, because in the next second, a tall and lonely figure appeared on the deserted street in front of the Batmobile.

Before Tim had time to yell "be careful" to prevent Batman from running directly into this innocent passerby.

This figure raised the fire/arrow/barrel in his hand!Facing the front of the Batmobile is one!

Naturally, the Batmobile has undergone strict bulletproof treatment and is armed to the tires, but the huge impact of the shell still forced them to make an almost 360-degree turn and hit a fire hydrant on the side of the road.

The fire hydrant was knocked down, and the high-pressure water gushed out and poured on the front windshield of the Batmobile, creating a mist that blocked the view.

Tim was almost knocked unconscious, but the figure of the instigator seemed to have superpowers, and he arrived in front of the car in an instant, smashing the front windshield with something similar to a crowbar.

Tim was wondering when the Batmobile became so brittle, but in the next second, a bullet killed Batman in the driver's seat neatly...

Tim:! ! ! ? ? ?

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On the 30th, there will be three shifts on the same day, each with about 6 words, at 12:18, [-]:[-], and [-]:[-].