Chapter 90: Robin

　　"The famous galactic singer Miss Mockingbird arrived over New York at 8:20 this morning. As a member of the harmonious family, she will convey hope through her singing and donate all the proceeds from the concert to the New York Reconstruction Foundation..."

　　In the wobbly pickup truck, the host's voice came from the car radio. Jason was lying on the back seat of the car, covering his face with a colorful magazine to block out the glaring afternoon sun.

　　"The family robin?"

　　Tim's voice came from the front seat. He was sitting in the passenger seat, flipping through the laptop in his hand. Dick beside him stroked his hair irritably and stepped on the accelerator unwillingly.

　　The engine rumbled, gasoline churned in the cylinder, and the pistons and levers performed their duties like every half-hearted worker. The pickup truck suddenly rushed out and returned to its previous slow state after a few seconds.

　　The idea of ​​a bro road trip before Tim leaves for space is a terrible one.

　　Dick cursed inwardly.

　　"Her brother is the head of the Pinocchio Oak family, and she herself is a superstar who is popular throughout the galaxy. She is talented, charming, and compassionate. After the end of the Imperial War, she also funded the post-disaster reconstruction work of many worlds..."

　　Jason spoke a lot of things in a very eloquent manner, all of which were things that could be easily found in the universe. He occupied an entire row of seats and felt very comfortable. Moreover, he was the one who proposed this idea, and the purpose was to ease the conflict between Dick and Tim.

　　As for why it was a pickup truck, and not any of the luxury cars in Wayne Manor's garage that had terrifyingly large parts, or the Batmobile that was fast enough to travel back and forth between New York and Gotham in a very short time, it was of course because of his bad taste.

　　There is an old saying in Luofu that a friend in need is a friend indeed. A journey that is long and boring can open people's mouths to talk. Otherwise, these two rich young masters would have let Jason down by driving comfortably to New York in a luxury car.

　　"Thanks for repeating the information we already know for us, Jason." Tim said sarcastically.

　　"You are welcome."

　　Jason shook the magazine in his hand and then put it back on his face. The cover of the magazine showed the beautiful sleeping face of Director Sha Jin, a senior official of the Strategic Investment Department. It was said that after the director appeared on the cover of the magazine, he paid for a copy out of his own pocket to give to everyone he knew.

　　"Is there no more news from the company?" Dick asked after catching a glimpse of Sha Jin's beautiful photo in the rearview mirror.

　　"You reminded me of this." Jason took out his phone and sent a few text messages. Soon, he received a reply:

　　"Several Amber Ages ago, Pinoconi was a frontier prison where the company held prisoners. Later, the prisoners rioted and launched a vigorous war of independence. The werewolf named Hanunu led the prisoners to victory in the war of independence..."

　　Bruce salvaged the memory from his dream for the 83rd time. The heavy work almost crushed his nerves, but Batman still persevered tenaciously and began to gradually adapt to the special geographical environment of Asdena.

　　During this period, he had repeatedly asked the jailer about the Earth, the Justice League, the Emperor War and other matters, and even brought up Topal's name, but was refuted by the jailer without exception, and was even beaten a few times for talking nonsense about the title of a company executive.

　　He was helped by other prisoners and left the jailer's sight. To Batman's surprise, although some of the prisoners here were extremely evil, they were very united as a whole. He got some help from the prisoners and learned the whole picture from them.

　　Batman learned that, rather than prisoners, they were more like slaves who had been deprived of their personal freedom. From birth to death, they would endlessly salvage waste and contribute their labor for the company. The prisoners and their children would repeat the fate of their parents.

　　The wounded Bruce took a glass of potion mixed with cheap syrup. The unknown herbs dyed the liquid a slightly dark color, and there were some suspicious dark sediments on the glass.

　　He drank it - the taste was strange, even a little obscure, but the dopamine brought by the sugar still effectively relieved his fatigue and pain.

　　He asked about the origin of the potion, and they said it was made by a pharmacist of noble character and was the only little sweetness left for the prisoners after their hard work.

　　Because of this sweetness, people gathered together and were eager to make something happen.

　　In the swaying pickup truck, Dick interrupted Jason:

　　"So the company and Pinocchio are enemies?"

　　"Well, you could say that. The company claims that they own Pinocchio, but everyone in the universe knows that Pinocchio is the family's territory. They want something from the family? I don't think it's possible."

　　"Is the family so powerful?" Tim was a little surprised. He thought that the Interstellar Peace Company was the largest one in the galaxy.

　　"The forces in the galaxy are not divided according to their size, but by how far you can go in your destiny. For example, the company is a faction of [Preservation], the alliance is a faction of [Hunting], and the family is a faction of [Harmony], and it is even the only faction under the seat of Shipei."

　　"All the people are united, singing harmonious music together, using the strong to support the weak,"

　　Jason was swiping at the information package sent by Shajin. For some reason, this company executive showed surprising kindness to a worthless little Cloud Rider.

　　"What a beautiful statement. Just like the Interstellar Peace Company, legend has it that no one has ever chosen to leave the family, and all discordant voices have been swallowed up by harmony."

　　The girl wearing sunglasses and a high-necked windbreaker raised her head and looked up at the Statue of Liberty, the most famous landmark in New York. A glimpse of a lavender shadow could be seen from under the brim of her hat and between her collar. That was the color of her hair.

　　"Brother, I'm here on Earth. The scenery here is beautiful. Reconstruction work is already underway. I also tried some famous local snacks, but they were too high in calories. I only tried a little bit and gave it to a homeless person on the street..."

　　The girl seemed to be talking to someone through the microphone. She was sharing her travel experiences with the person on the other side. Although the disaster situation in New York was not as serious as she had imagined, the sight of homeless people lying on the streets still made her sad.

　　The girl knew that if there was only one homeless person, it might be his own problem, but a group of homeless people like zombies on a street meant that there must be some kind of flaw in society.

　　She can help refugees from the war rebuild their homes, build schools and shelters for children, and even use her body to protect those hard-earned supplies, at the risk of being shot in the neck by stray bullets, leaving scars.

　　Just like she could use all the results of this concert to help this city that had just experienced pain, but her own results would always be a drop in the bucket.

　　"…But as long as there is one person who is willing to listen to my music, willing to fulfill the family oath, as long as there is one person who holds hope and fights for tomorrow, my efforts will not be in vain…"

　　The robin pressed down the large hat on his head and left quietly before attracting the attention of others.

　　A new message popped up on Jason's phone -

　　Doctor of Truth: An Overview of Research on Space-Time Turbulence Based on Imaginary Number Theory.pdf

　　Jason:? (Bat doubt.jpg)

　　Doctor Truth: I think you should, Mr. Robin, Batman's adopted son.

　　Jason: How did you know... Never mind, thanks, I'll just consider it as a favor I owe you.

　　The abstract plaster head avatar didn't send any more messages.

　　Jason forwarded the new file to the Xiaoniao Zhuanzhuanzhuan group with one click.

　　"What is that?" Tim opened the document and was almost put off by the overly professional terminology.

　　"It should be a study of the Polymath Society. It was sent by a kind professor. He is really nice."

　　Jason thought of the light cone on his personal equipment and expressed his gratitude sincerely.

　　Dick also took the time to glance at his phone, and managed to piece together the general meaning from these messy terms: "Because of the spatial turbulence caused by imaginary energy... the power is enough to tear apart an entire galaxy..."

　　Tim also found the part he was looking for: "Out of a rigorous academic attitude, we do not rule out the possibility of survival in the space-time turbulence crash, but the probability is extremely small, second only to the fact that the Master of Knowledge is watching the Master of Knowledge Society..."

　　"That's it," Jason's expression suddenly became very serious when he heard this, "Everyone knows that the Bozhi Academy has no chance of being noticed by Bozhi Zun."

　　But Tim is optimistic: "Who says it's impossible? That's Batman! There's also Superman and Wonder Woman!"

　　"Where are Green Lantern, Cyborg, Shazam, and Aquaman? Did you eat them?"

　　So Tim carefully added the other four people.

　　"They have saved the world so many times! Is there any higher probability than having the Master of Knowledge watching the Master of Knowledge Society?"

　　every time.

　　Jason really wanted to say that, because the mediocrity of the Polytechnic Society was well known, unless some genius from the Genius Club suddenly decided to cut off his head and become a gorilla in the Polytechnic Society.

　　But from this perspective, there is still a slight chance that a genius will suddenly develop a serious illness.

　　"You're right," Jason suddenly patted Tim on the shoulder, "There is a possibility that the Master of Knowledge is watching the Master of Knowledge Society, so there is also a possibility that the Justice League will survive."

　　Dick looked at his second and third brothers who suddenly became optimistic, and worriedly stepped on the accelerator again, almost giving Jason a bump on the forehead.

　　"Hey!"

　　Jason held his head and glared.

　　Dick shrugged gloatingly, his tone full of revenge: "This is the car you picked out."

　　Dick successfully dispersed the stupid atmosphere that was gradually spreading in the car, but without the lubrication of stupid joy, the feeling of embarrassment crept back again, and the psychological safety line of the three people was squeezed back and forth in this small space, making a creaking sound.

　　"Jason, stop dubbing. You can turn on the car radio if you need to."

　　Dick called out to Jason to stop his squeaking.

　　"Okay." Jason sat back in the back seat, lay back again, turned the magazine to his favorite page and covered his face with it, posing in the same pose as Director Jin Sha on the cover.

　　Tim lowered his head and looked at the documents on his phone, as if he suddenly became very interested in a certain term in it, while Dick cleared his throat awkwardly, but his eyes were fixed on the empty asphalt road ahead.

　　During the boring brotherly chat session, Jason turned over and covered his ears with a magazine.