The two of them had bought too many things, a single shopping cart wasn't enough. Colt used his wheelchair as a shopping cart, standing up to walk on his own.
Another commotion broke out within the tracking group.
Soon, the wheelchairs were also piled high with all kinds of superhero merchandise.
Timothy was just about to look for a staff member when he turned to see the mall manager walking over with a stiff smile, followed by a group of staff members pushing empty shopping carts. The uniforms of those staff members didn't fit very well. The girls were fine, but the men either had buttons that looked like they were about to burst across their chests, or pants that seemed precarious because their hips were too prominent. There was even someone only 1.37 meters tall, clearly a minor.
"Sorry, this is a friend's child, doing sociology field research and working as a salesperson for the day." The mall manager wiped his sweat, constantly casting meaningful glances at Timothy from an angle where the employees couldn't see.
Timothy accepted the service with an unruffled expression, bossing people around without the slightest hesitation, especially the shortest one. One moment he was asking for this, the next he was asking for that, all while using group merchandise to disparage the current Red Robin.
The little guy reached his limit and raised his hand, about to throw something.
Sorry, sorry, he's a fan of Red Robin." The older brother, with his hips raised, hurriedly grabbed his younger brother and dragged him aside, whispering a warning, "Endure it, just endure it. The electronic probe mask can only modify bone and muscle; facial expressions are its biggest weakness.
He definitely saw through it! He's doing this to me on purpose!" Damian gritted his teeth. "I'm going to kill him.
Calm down, Little D, the Secret Service is still guarding outside the shop.
Number 137, Number 137, get over here quickly!" the big-chested man shouted. "The guest wants that million-dollar crystal chandelier in the hall. Go take it down, hurry!
Taking down the chandelier? That's going too far!
Dick was about to lose it, but a stack of hundred-dollar bills landed in his arms.
"Tips," Timothy said.
The mall manager had a briefcase in his hands at some unknown point, Timothy was taking money out of it stack by stack to tip the staff. The little guy didn't receive any; instead, the little guy received a backpack filled with paper, pens, exam papers.
Damian stomped his feet, only to be pulled away by his older brother, whose expression had instantly shifted after receiving another tip.
Dick laughed, "I'll unwrap them right away, I'm going right now."
Colt pulled Timothy along to look at the porcelain. They took several large carts filled with cups, plates, vases of all various shapes and sizes—some useful, some useless—and kept the staff running around in circles.
If you don't consider the money, shopping is truly exhilarating.
"Fun, right?" Timothy winked at him.
"Fun." Colt nodded.
If they were actual staff members, it would certainly be a psychological burden to boss them around, but knowing these people are Timothy's siblings made bullying them exceptionally satisfying. Especially since the "staff" were not united at all; they were all secretly competing, trying to see who could sell more merchandise. The one lagging behind was so anxious that he kept jumping around, insisting on introducing how the Nightwing desk lamp was gentler and less straining on the eyes than the Red Hood desk lamp.
Some people were also trying to boost sales for their idols; not only were they eloquently recommending Superman alarm clocks, but they even directly stuffed Wonder Woman's whip into their shopping carts..
After leaving the Superhero Theme Park merchandise section, none of the "staff" left; instead, a dark-skinned intern and a red-haired female sales assistant joined them as they entered the Wayne Supermarket.
Colt headed straight for the snack aisle that parents despised, sweeping various potato chips, deli meats, candies into his shopping cart, while Timothy also frantically raided the functional energy drinks that Alfred had banned.
The "staff" stopped even pretending, brazenly stuffing the shopping carts with cereal, instant noodles, small cakes, bread. Others rushed to the household goods section to grab hair dryers, bedding sets, toiletries, even laundry detergent.
Laundry detergent?
Oh, it's something from Ass-Cheek Guy; it fits the persona of a poor cop living alone.
Colt made up for ten years of suppressed shopping urges all at once, enjoying a massive shopping spree, Timothy also enjoyed a massive spree with his card. The "staff" also got to enjoy a free ride. A certain little brat even scored a 200,000-yuan mattress, claiming he had broken a classmate's mattress during a fight and needed to pay compensation.
After obtaining Timothy's permission, the others followed suit.
One person felt that they needed to replace their washer-dryer combo for their rental, another wanted a flying motorcycle, some others wanted to fly fighter jets.. One could only say that the merchandise at Wayne Mall is just too comprehensive; never mind fighter jets, even Interstellar Warp Ships are available for custom orders.
..
They had originally planned to have a buffet for lunch, but they had eaten too many snacks and weren't hungry at all, so the two of them headed straight to the Superhero Theme Park instead.
"Staff" actively recommended himself, claiming he was the best tour guide and hoping to continue mooching around the Superhero Theme Park. Timothy refused, using the excuse that there wasn't enough room in the car for everyone, told them to stay behind to pack up their things.
Wayne Prince Highness declared: "When we head home tonight, I want to see everything we bought today in its proper place."
Colt opened a bag of imported spicy strips. "Do you think they'll stop following us?"
The spicy strips had a pungent and tempting aroma, their bright red color looking like something from the devil. Colt ate them until his mouth was red from the spice, chewing while gasping for air.
I don't think so," Timothy said, glancing at it a few more times. "Is it really that delicious?
It's very satisfying." Colt licked his lips, squeezed a bit toward Timothy's mouth, used his other hand to hold a tissue underneath to catch the dripping chili oil. "You try it.
"It really is satisfying, it's refreshing," Timothy agreed with Colt.
The Superhero Theme Park is also a Wayne property; they had made arrangements in advance, so they didn't need to wait in line for ticket inspection and entered the park through the express lane.
Superman, who was handing out helium balloons to children at the entrance, stopped the two of them and specifically chose a Red Robin balloon to give to Colt. Colt wanted to say that he was an adult, but as he looked up at Superman's face, his mind went blank, he let Superman tie the balloon to his arm.
It's not cosplay, it's the real Superman!
Superman gave Colt a brilliant smile, then picked out a solid black Bat balloon for Timothy, pulled out an acrylic marker to draw a cute Christmas Ghost on it.
"Thank you." Timothy took the balloon.
You're welcome." Superman took out two park cards and handed them to the two of them after stamping an 'S' on the first page: "Collect stamps from all the heroes to redeem a super surprise!
Superman, Superman! I want a Batman!
Superman! Did you get plastic surgery? You look so real today!
Superman! I want a Robin!
The children swarmed around Superman.
Colt held the park card and turned to raise an eyebrow at Timothy. "Is this another surprise you arranged?"
"No, maybe they just happened to choose this place for their team building today." Timothy tugged on the balloon with the cute Ghost on it and pushed the wheelchair toward Wonder Woman's ice cream stall.
Wonder Woman was using a pen to stamp the park cards for the tourists. Seeing the two of them, she enthusiastically recommended the strawberry ice cream: "Red Robin's flavor is strawberry, Batman's chocolate flavor is also quite good, the newly released Ghost is vanilla flavor."
They received Wonder Woman's stamp, as well as two strawberry and cream swirl ice creams.
Then there was Steel's video game area. It was uncertain whether Steel had watered down the difficulty, but the two of them cleared the first level on their first try.
Then there was Shazam's Magic Ferris Wheel, Green Lantern's Sky Bumper Hamster Balls, Flash's High-Speed Coaster, Aquaman's Aquarium, finally, Batman's Gotham Experience Zone.
Perhaps it was because the memories of all the Arkham villains being dead were implanted too deeply; whether they were Gotham locals or tourists from elsewhere, everyone was very relaxed when facing the Joker played by an NPC, some even proactively requested to be taken hostage.
Colt saw the Batman played by Superman, the Armory version of Red Robin, the rest—Bat Girl, Nightwing, Red Hood, Jester, Orphan, Beacon, Red Robin—were the actual people themselves.
Whether it was because Timothy's face was too well-known or not, Colt was caught in the crossfire of Wayne's antics. He had just been rescued from Joker by Bat Girl, only to fall into the hands of Poison Ivy, who then chose him as a male version of Alice. After walking only a few steps, he was kidnapped by the Riddler, forced into a coin-tossing game with Two-Face, then dragged into a fake sewer by Killer Croc.. The Gotham Vigilante Forum took turns playing the hero to save the "beauty," sending them away from the treacherous Gotham.
The two of them took their stamp-filled park cards to claim their prizes, receiving a reward for a free one-night stay in the Batman Suite at the Watchtower hotel, along with a complimentary superhero meal and the best seats for the fireworks display in the evening.
As the fireworks display began, the two sat on a terrace shaped like a Batwing, eating Superman apple pie.
Colt looked at Timothy as the massive fireworks exploded.
Timothy was also looking at him, a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes.
It was so wonderful, like a dream.
Colt's heart raced, he felt as if his body were becoming weightless. The surrounding sounds were fading away, as if he had returned to a Ghost field where only the two of them existed.
“This is our New World Project, everyone loves it.”
Timothy put his arm around Colt's shoulder and shared a deep kiss with him that tasted of apple pie.
Colt loved it too, feeling incredibly fortunate that he had returned.
Fireworks blossomed behind them, celebrating the beautiful New World Project.
..
Colt has become famous.
The news of Wayne Prince Highness going on a trip with his friends has dropped onto the world's trending topics. Driven by the mysterious person, public opinion has exploded, Colt's identity has also been dug up by the vast network of netizens: the young master of Little Reed, a classmate of Wayne Prince Highness, a perfect scorer in both the ACT and SAT, a disabled yet determined genius who holds countless patents.
Most importantly, they are good-looking!
A wave of fans for the Prince Highness ship quickly emerged online, with the leader of the fandom using the handle 【No Overtime Tonight】, whose profile picture was a cup of steaming black coffee.
Colt found that he could once again project his Spiritual Power. At first, he could only pick up a single blueberry, but gradually, he grew to be able to pick a whole peach.
Timothy believed that the recovery of his Spiritual Power was related to his sense of presence and the world's recognition.
In short, the progress of rehabilitation is highly commendable, the parents can finally work and travel for business with peace of mind.
Joseph went to Mars on behalf of the company to attend an international seminar on Interstellar Navigation, while Alisa went to Africa with the mothers' group to visit the children at Hope Primary School.
Tony came over to deliver a skateboard, took a stroll through the house and the yard, tried out their coffee machine, checked the fully stocked refrigerator, then, seeing the somewhat empty garage, clicked his tongue in disdain at the old-fashioned car Jack had sent, insisting on leaving his own luxury armored sports car behind before flying back to New York in his suit.
“Tim, you're right. Tony is in much better spirits, his mindset has become much younger.”
“His mood improved and his mindset became younger; confirming that he is needed was one aspect, while the companionship of his parents was the other,” Timothy whispered to Colt. “He had three fights with Mr. Howard in five days, so his emotions were completely released, naturally, his mood is good.”
"You've been with me all day, my Spiritual Power has practically turned into a Ghost soaking in the internet, so why is your information more up-to-date than mine?" Colt test-flew the hoverboard, following Birdie toward Wayne.
Because I joined the Mom Group," Timothy said, standing behind the hoverboard and wrapping his arms tightly around Colt's waist. "Maria was asking in the group how to mend father-son relationships.
"Huh?" Colt looked back.
Watch out for the tree." Timothy straightened Colt's head. "The conclusion of our discussion is that if you want a good father-son relationship, your personalities must either complement each other or you must be able to understand one another. Two people who are equally proud and stubborn will definitely argue when they are together; as long as father and son don't actually fight, there's no problem. If they do end up fighting, as long as no one bleeds, it's fine; if there are broken bones, it's also fine, as long as they both stay alive.
Colt and Joseph have a very good relationship because they can understand each other. Jack and Timothy's relationship was once very tense, but Timothy was willing to yield, Jack later came to understand and respect Timothy, so their relationship is not bad either. As for Thomas and Bruce, they both feel they owe each other, their relationship is practically a model father-son bond. As for Tony and Howard, they are equally proud and used to argue frequently; they were practically like fire and water.
"Why do they argue?" Colt hovered his skateboard at the highest point of the botanical garden, watching Birdie fight with a falcon.
Timothy leaned down, picked a flower, tucked it behind Colt's ear.
There are many reasons. They also had a honeymoon period for a few days when they first reunited, but after a week, they began to grow tired of each other. One thought the Mark Armor was flawed, while the other thought the other's mindset was too old-fashioned. Their first argument was because Maria asked Tony if he had anyone he liked, suggesting he should get married and have a child, then Tony suggested his parents should have a second child while they were still young.
That is something Tony could say.
Colt also wanted to hear the gossip: "Add me to Mom's group chat."
"I'll send you the recent chat logs from the group, you can decide whether you want to join after you've read them." Timothy held Colt with one arm while pulling out his phone to operate it in mid-air.
As the only child in the mothers' group chat, Timothy bore the heavy responsibility of introducing the holographic network to the mothers. In addition to providing emotional value, he had to distinguish lipstick shades, judge the quality of various looks, master the art of gift-giving, stay up to date on current fashion trends. All of that was secondary; his most important role was to serve as the object of the mothers' overflowing maternal care.
The reading speed within the mind was incredibly fast; Colt only took a single glance before deciding he would no longer join the group to listen to the gossip.
You've worked hard," Colt said, patting Timothy's hand. "I'll pass on joining after all.
Are you sure?" Timothy asked intentionally. "If you join the group, you'll definitely be even more popular than me; you'll become the darling of all the mothers.
Colt shook his head repeatedly: "When Maria sees so many of Martha's grandchildren, she starts hoping Tony will have children. If I join the group and Maria sees how close we are, what if she suddenly wants Tony to get married? For the sake of peace in the Stark family, I'd rather not join."
Timothy laughed, "Martha is also very concerned about Bruce's relationship status, but Bruce is the President now. Getting involved with the First Lady involves so many different aspects; he can only consider his personal life after his term ends. Right now, Martha is more concerned about Dick and Jason—and of course, Stephen and Cassandra can't escape Grandma's care either."
Dick's parents, as well as Jason's adoptive father and adoptive mother, have all returned, but this does not change the fact that Dick and Jason are still Bruce's children.
Like Timothy, they have twice the amount of parents. The care is doubled, the sweet troubles are also doubled.