Wayne Manor's Breakfast

What happened to Barry?

Bruce looked at Barry, who was still running.

He owes me payment.

Kino smiled slightly. The Speed Force Collection Device is like a power bank for the Speed Force, so there's no need to worry about running out of Speed Force anymore.

"Brother Kino, how much longer do we have to run? I'm exhausted!"

Barry screamed in agony.

"At your current production rate, another year should be enough."

Kino's tone carried a hint of teasing.

"What?!!"

Upon hearing this, Barry stumbled, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground. Inside the hamster cage-like device, he became a blurry afterimage, like a spinning top out of control.

In the end Kino didn't let Barry run for a year.

"So, Brother Kino, why did you make me a hamster?"

Barry was eating breakfast, his stomach already growling loudly.

"Just for fun."

Kino said in a serious tone, ignoring Barry's resentful expression.

"Running for a year is a joke, but when will this be completed, and when will your parents reunite?"

Upon hearing this, Barry instantly perked up, his previously slow and deliberate movements becoming swift, and in the blink of an eye, he devoured all the food in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, it plunged headfirst into the "hamster cage" to continue "recharging," its eyes filled with longing for its parents to reunite.

At the dining table, Bruce was eating breakfast in silence, and next to him, Thomas was also silent.

The father and son seemed to have a thousand words to say, but their reserved and stubborn personalities kept these words stuck in their throats, leaving them at a loss for words.

Touch~

Martha looked tenderly at her robust son and reached out to tidy his slightly disheveled hair.

Bruce's body stiffened abruptly, and instinctively, he flinched slightly.

Martha's hand hung awkwardly in mid-air, her gaze turning somewhat sad, as if her son's evasive action had pierced her heart.

Bruce felt a pang of guilt when he saw his mother's dejected expression, but he quickly returned to his original position and gently placed his hair in Martha's hand.

"Mom, I'm an adult now."

"Just because someone is an adult, does that mean Mommy can't touch them?"

Martha looked at him with a smile.

"... Can!"

Bruce hesitated for a moment, but ultimately gave in.

So he ate his breakfast while Martha gently styled his hair.

The three Robin opposite him were seeing Batman in such an embarrassed state for the first time. They exchanged smiles, their eyes full of teasing.

Jason and Dick were as excited as if they had discovered a new continent; their eyes lit up with excitement, and their first reaction was to record this interesting scene.

So, the two of them quickly took out their phones and started typing rapidly on the screen.

But the moment they raised their phones, they were met with Bruce's Death Gaze that seemed capable of killing.

Under that intense gaze, the two froze instantly, then awkwardly put down their phones, a slightly embarrassed smile on their faces, as if to say, "We didn't do anything."

Tim, on the other hand, behaved himself, eating his breakfast with an upright posture as if nothing had happened.

A streak of silver light flashed past Tim's head, followed by a dull thud as a sharp dinner knife was embedded deeply in the wooden furniture behind him.

Tim's body stiffened, his head lowered slightly, and fragments of the small camera fell from his hair.

"Mr. Bruce, please don't mistake the cutlery for a throwing knife, and that furniture is an antique."

Alfred appeared out of nowhere, maintaining his calm demeanor, his tone as if reminding a mischievous child not to cause trouble.

"Tim, remember to keep me company."

Bruce took the knife, spoke expressionlessly, and then continued eating his breakfast, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

"Yes..."

Tim looked distressed. Since becoming independent, he had never asked Bruce for money; he had earned it all by writing programs himself.

Jason and Dick chuckled to themselves; they were both trained by the same person, how could they not notice?

Only Kino openly set up his camera to record this scene.

Thomas glanced at Bruce out of the corner of his eye; there seemed to be a thick fog separating him from his son, whom he hadn't seen for over a decade.

He really didn't know how to get along with his son, afraid that he might accidentally say the wrong thing and widen the distance between them again.

Damian looked at his grandfather, who remained silent, shook his head helplessly, and made a few hand gestures to Butler Alfred.

Nonsense!

My sleeve was tugged.

Thomas turned his head and asked softly, "What's wrong, Damian?"

"Grandpa, I want to eat more pork chop."

Damian blinked, a cute, greedy look on his face.

"Grandpa is baking it for you."

Thomas put down his half-eaten breakfast and went into the kitchen to grill pork chops for his granddaughter.

"Mr. Thomas, we've run out of steaks at the plantation."

Alfred wore his usual gentle smile.

Thomas looked at his plate; there was only some bread left.

The Robin on the other side reacted quickly, instantly understanding what was happening. They all used their forks to pick up the steaks in front of them and stuffed them into their mouths in one go, their cheeks bulging out.

Her cheeks were bulging.

"Grandpa, there's a pork chop in front of Dad."

Damian pointed to the plate on the table in front of Bruce.

Thomas froze, his gaze sweeping over everyone else's tables. None of them had eaten, or they were only half-eaten. Only Bruce's table remained untouched.

He looked at Martha with pleading eyes.

Martha smiled and shook her head; she was quite pleased to see the Old Bat looking troubled.

Bruce gently pushed his plate towards Thomas.

"Dad... give my steak to Damian, she's still little, she needs to eat more."

Thomas placed the steak in front of Damian, then nervously moved the untouched bread in front of him to Bruce.

"You should eat more too..."

"Um..."

Bruce responded softly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Damian was eating her second steak. Actually, she was already full, and eating a second one would probably make her feel stuffed.

"Damian, can you share half with Auntie?"

Selina asked with a smile.

What a sensible child. Although she belongs to Talia, she likes her very much.

Damian nodded and gave half of the steak in front of him to Selina, which was just right.

Butler Alfred stood aside, quietly watching the happy and warm family in front of him, his eyes slightly moist.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, silently sighing in his heart, "That's great, Bruce won't be so tired anymore."

This manor finally feels like home.