Everyone had expected Schiller to speak first, but Bruce spoke first instead, readily admitting that it had all begun with one of his plans—the Cuckoo Plan.
"Don't look at me like that. I know the name is a little strange, but you can't expect me to call all my plans Bat 1 and Bat 2. I'd get them mixed up too."
"It's hard to imagine what kind of mental state you were in when you gave more than three thousand plans their own names." Diana shook her head with a sigh.
Everyone was a little drunk, so they were more talkative than usual. Normally, the Amazon Princess would not have mocked someone like this.
"But it really does make things easier for you to understand." Bruce raised one finger. "The plan means exactly what it says. When you think of cuckoos, what comes to mind?"
"Their miserable calls?" Pamela frowned. Clearly, she had no fondness for the birds, because Gotham's cuckoos usually made ten times more noise than ordinary ones.
"I think it's probably their brood-parasitic habits." Clark was not drunk; that little alcohol was insignificant to his body. He analyzed, "Cuckoos like to lay their eggs in other birds' nests. Cuckoo eggs often hatch earlier than the others, and the chicks emerge first and get food."
"In different regions, cuckoo chicks imitate the appearance of different birds to deceive the parent birds, so they can be fed the moment they hatch."
"Because they hatch first, they can monopolize the food for a long time. Naturally, they develop faster and grow stronger. By the time the other chicks hatch, the cuckoo chicks are already much larger."
"They instinctively spread their wings and arch backward with their backs. It is meant to squeeze the other birds out of the nest. Cuckoos