69novels Chapter 185 Batman and His New Robin
Chapter 185 Batman and His New Robin
Chapter 185 Batman and His New Robin
It was 8:30 a.m. Billy Batson was at his new high school, Fawcett High School, but normally he should be sitting in his classroom waiting for class to begin, not in the principal's office.
The principal hadn't arrived yet, so Billy sat across from him at his desk, with his feet propped up on the desk.
It seems a big shot came to the school today, someone named something like billionaire Bruce Wayne, which is why the principal hasn't shown up in his office yet.
To be honest, Billy didn't care which little cookie Bruce Wayne was.
He shifted his position and sat across from the desk, impatiently tapping the surface, determined that he would never go to the window like a rat in a sewer to look at that rich fool who was surrounded by a sea of people and glittering in the center.
But he still peeked out and then sat back down heavily.
Why would the famously wealthy and eligible bachelor Bruce Wayne appear in this ordinary, dilapidated school?
Anyway, it wasn't for him. And what does all this have to do with him?
And his adoptive parents...
He could guess with his toes that the other person was probably off licking that stupid rich man's stinky feet with the principal.
vomit!
Damn capitalists.
With Bruce Wayne's arrival, and given the magnitude of the incident, the principal naturally set aside his original plan to meet with Bruce's adoptive parents to discuss the matter of him beating a classmate's head until it bled on his second day of school, and gave Bruce priority in receiving him.
So Billy waited for what seemed like forever; more than ten minutes later, the principal still hadn't appeared in his office. This made Billy a little impatient. He rubbed his dirty sneakers, then sat directly in the principal's seat and simply took his shoes off.
He put his hands behind his head, his eyes were blank, but his mind was thinking about something else.
"...I am the last Wizard Council member. The last member of the Magic Council, and the administrator of Eternal Stone Castle..."
"...You just said you wanted to become a better person. Is there a spark of goodness within you? Is this what I've been searching for all these centuries...?"
Billy Batson closed his eyes. He was just a teenage boy; perhaps this was all too much for him…
"...But once I've given that power to this boy, I can't take it back. It doesn't matter, I have no other choice, do I? I don't have time..."
"...Quickly recite that spell, quickly recite Shazam! We must hurry, he will definitely come for me, but this time I am too weak to win..."
"Who?"
"With determination, with faith, with the intention to do good, and with thoughts of your parents and family, recite it. It will unleash all your potential. Recite it quickly... Shazam!"
Boom!
Billy can still recall the deafening roar.
Just yesterday, while he was riding the subway at night, he was summoned to a stone castle by an old man with a white beard. Without saying a word, the old man granted him the powerful ability to transform into a superhuman. This was exactly like a story from an adventure novel, and he is still completely confused.
The magical adventure he had experienced a few dozen hours earlier and the normal world before him seemed completely separate.
"...You will inherit my seat in the Eternal Council..."
"...You will be able to traverse the skies like lightning, you will possess the power of a demigod..."
"...the wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the endurance of Atlas, the divine power of Zeus, the courage of Achilles, the speed of Mercury..."
"Your power is boundless, not just in terms of flight and superhuman strength..."
"Oh……"
Billy puffed up his cheeks.
Even the most boundless power is powerless when parents are called in.
He thought about it.
He was itching to shout "Shazam!" in the principal's office and experience the power of becoming that burly adult again.
Fortunately, Billy still had some sense at this point.
"I don't want to be ordered by that stupid principal to fix his roof."
He muttered to himself.
He slipped his foot into the half-shoe he had just pulled off, then used his big toe to pick at the heel and swung it back and forth in the air…
"And it's not just the spells you can control... there are so many more... you must learn them all to protect your family, just as I was supposed to..."
"...You must stop Black Adam...stop him from awakening the seven deadly sins in humanity. He craves to master all magic and rule our world, and to achieve this, he will kill you..."
Ah ah ah ah ah……
Billy shook his head.
What the hell is this? I don't understand it at all!
He blinked, somewhat bewildered; all of this—
With a creak, Billy jumped up from his seat in fright, his shoes flying off.
He was so engrossed in recalling his adventures the previous night that he forgot to instinctively listen for sounds in the hallway.
Having spent so many years in the orphanage, he had already honed this skill to the point of reflexivity. Even when he was placed in different foster families, he never failed to use this trick.
But he was so engrossed in his thoughts that he was completely unaware of the danger approaching!
But he was quick enough to make a bigger noise before Principal Peter could push the door open and forcefully cover up his near-throwing of his shoes on the principal's desk.
Billy.
Billy saw the old woman with orange-red hair raise her eyebrows and pull her face down; her expression alone conveyed a palpable sense of disgust.
He always felt that his new high school had chosen a reddish-brown horse to be their principal.
Billy peeked out, but he didn't see the super-rich Bruce Wayne he had just peeked out from behind the door—
This is perfectly normal. Today, Principal Pitch called him to his office to talk to his parents—his guardians, or rather, his adoptive parents.
Of course, such a thing couldn't be known to the noble and aloof Bruce Wayne.
Billy guessed that the super-rich guy must have just been led around by others to "tour" the dilapidated infrastructure of this prison-like high school.
Billy knew he still had to endure all this damn stuff: the idiot school, the host family, and those two trashy classmates he'd just killed after bullying him a couple of days ago—all for over three years…
Okay, although his current host family was friendlier than the ones he had encountered before—at least they weren't bad guys—he still knew he didn't belong here.
Following behind Principal Pitch was his adoptive father.
He frowned, just like the guardians of the host families Billy had encountered before.
All they care about is how much government subsidy they get each month for adopting an orphan. That's the look they always have whenever he causes trouble for these guardians.
Billy obediently stood up from his seat, then awkwardly slipped his feet into his shoes, which he hadn't fully put on yet, and left the principal's throne. He then sat down in the chair opposite the desk.
The foolish old woman with the horse-like face glared at him, but didn't seem to want to dwell on the fact that he had just taken the principal's seat, which relieved Billy.
"I'm busy right now, let's get straight to the point," he heard the red-faced Principal Peggy say. "Mr. Keegan caught Billy fighting—on the very first day of school."
"I understand, Principal Pitch."
Billy's adoptive father sat down on a stool next to Billy.
Seeing his sincere expression, the female principal's tone softened slightly.
“The rest of your children are all good kids, Mr. Vasquez,” she said, “but…”
"Billy is a good boy too," Billy's adoptive father replied immediately.
He was a middle-aged man wearing glasses, but his tone was very certain at this moment.
"Billy is a good boy, I believe him."
"Ha," Principal Peter said, "Have you seen his records from his previous schools?"
"Uh, no, but..."
"The reviews aren't very good!"
"In fact, this is the worst report card I've ever seen. Billy's social worker went to great lengths to get him into Fawcett High School, but getting into our school doesn't mean he can stay there forever..."
Before Principal Pitch could finish speaking, the door was pushed open.
A middle-aged man with blond hair pushed open the door and walked in; his expression was somewhat gloomy.
Principal Peter immediately stood up.
"Ah, Mr. Blair, I'm so sorry to have bothered you. I know you're a very busy man!"
"Busy donating to some school full of problem children." The middle-aged man named Blair sneered, then turned to look at Billy.
"Is this the kid who started trouble and hit my son?"
Billy crossed his arms and turned his head away: "He's bullying his classmates. I just can't stand people bullying the weak."
"Bullying the weak?" Blair said.
He scoffed.
His attitude seemed to have touched a nerve with Billy's somewhat sensitive pride.
The young boy jumped up, pointed at Mr. Blair, and yelled, "Tell your little brats to stop bullying people, or next time I'll shove a spoon down their throats!"
He said, "I will never go back on my word."
"I also promise you, if you even glance at my boys again, it'll be my turn to deal with you."
Blair glanced at Billy's adoptive father beside him, then pointed his finger at his nose:
"Keep an eye on your little beggars."
The next moment, he seemed to be about to turn and leave, but suddenly raised his hand.
Billy's adoptive father immediately realized what he was about to do, and he lunged forward, intending to shield Billy: "How dare you..."
But there was someone who was faster than him.
"There will absolutely not be a second time, Mr. Blair, we promise." Principal Beach hurriedly stepped in front of Billy: "Absolutely, absolutely not a second time."
Then she abruptly turned and glared at Billy: "Otherwise, Fawcett High School will expel Billy Batson."
Blair lowered his hand.
"It's best if there isn't a second time."
He turned around: "Otherwise, this school will not receive another penny of my donation."
"Of course, of course." Principal Pitch knew very well that she was perfectly clear-headed.
For a billionaire like Bruce Wayne, it's possible that someone might just be passing by their school and want to come in for a visit. If you can please this tycoon, it's not impossible to get a large donation.
But after just a few hours, big shots like Bruce Wayne would forget about their run-down, small high school. It was alumni like Mr. Blair, who consistently donated to the school, who were the vital support for its continued operation.
So what we need to do now is to maintain Mr. Blair's goodwill as much as possible and stop that damned Billy Batson from spouting any more nonsense.
But now, she has finally stopped the impending upgrade...
"They started it."
Principal Peter felt an urge to slap himself on the head.
But he quickly realized that the voice did not come from Billy Batson.
"Mr. Bruce, you..."
He was surprised to see Bruce Wayne, whom he had just greeted, appear at the door.
He was holding a small display screen in his hand.
The above shows yesterday's surveillance footage.
Blair's sons pushed a little boy on crutches to the ground, then pinned another girl down with her hands behind her back.
"It's obvious, sir, that I think it's your son's problem."
"Mr...Mr. Wayne?!" Blair stammered, "Didn't you already visit the school and leave?"
Billy observed the man in front of him with curiosity.
He appeared somewhat languid, yet was exceptionally robust.
"So you're now planning to disregard the facts, Mr. Blair?"
He saw him walk up to the blond middle-aged man and put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's a misunderstanding," Blair replied immediately.
Billy blinked, somewhat confused; all his anger had vanished without a trace.
He saw the man who had just threatened him immediately stand up and bow 90 degrees to him.
I'm sorry.
Then he immediately bowed to Bruce Wayne again: "I'm so sorry, please don't cancel the order you just gave me, I'm so sorry..."
Billy simply couldn't understand his behavior, which seemed as if his soul had been switched.
"Hahaha, don't worry, don't worry, my friend, I won't cancel your order. I'm not that kind of person."
Billy heard Bruce say, "But I'm curious, is your son planning to beat up that classmate with the leg problem?"
"I promise I'll go back and teach my little bastards a lesson... I..."
"Ah, let's not talk about that now," Billy heard the super-rich man say. "Weren't you also planning to beat up this little boy?"
"I'm...I'm..."
Blair was practically the richest man in all of Philadelphia. A man like him might be arrogant towards others because of his money, but when he met someone even richer than himself, he would kneel down more easily than anyone else.
"Okay, I forgive you, Blair, I forgive you... really."
He heard Mr. Bruce Wayne say that.
Billy breathed a sigh of relief. All in all, the problem was perhaps solved now. Of course, this wouldn't really do anything to Mr. Blair, but he hadn't really intended to do anything to him anyway.
He was, after all, just a teenager.
He saw Mr. Bruce Wayne put his hand on Mr. Blair's shoulder.
Click!
Billy only saw a blur before his eyes, and then Mr. Blair with blond hair collapsed to the ground, letting out a bloodcurdling scream...
"Ouch! My arm! My arm is broken!"
Billy watched as Bruce elegantly smoothed his hair, then, to everyone's stunned gaze, casually walked to the other side of Mr. Blair.
Click!
Another crisp cracking sound.
Hey everyone! I finally found a boyfriend again! (covers his butt as usual)
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(End of this chapter)