Thomas did not spare Bruce even the slightest pleasant look. First he glared at him, but then Martha glared at him. Thomas cleared his throat, walked over, and patted Bruce on the shoulder. "Don't do this next time. Otherwise, your mother and I won't be able to take you away either."
Bruce did not argue. He only smiled at him. Thomas said, "Considering the Justice Leagues across the multiverse haven't been very eager to see you lately, you'd better not go to the real world. Stay in your mother's mental world. She'll take very good care of you."
"Of course. Of course I want to." Bruce held Martha's hand. "But I can't stay in mom's mental world for too long. My thinking will also wear down her mind. We should go to Battleworld."
"Can a mental body go to Battleworld too?"
"Normally, it shouldn't be possible, but don't we have acquaintances in Battleworld too?"
And so Thomas and Martha arrived in front of the Battleworld teleporter. They stepped into the teleporter, and when they entered Battleworld, Bruce's figure appeared. Martha walked over and tried to hold his hand, but touched nothing.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm a mental body right now. Basically a hallucination. I don't have any substantial existence, but I can still move around, barely."
"Does this really have no effect?" Martha asked worriedly. "Why don't we still..."
"It's fine, Mom. You and dad go back first. I'm going to stop by the office and say hello to some old friends. I'll be there afterward."
Martha left, looking back every few steps. Bruce went to the Battleworld Administrator's office. The moment he came in, the whole office burst into cheers, and plenty of paper balls and paper airplanes were thrown at him.
"What am I supposed to call you?