BWDC:SDDK Chapter 8: The Greatest Robin in History
The Queen Elizabeth slowly pulled into the dock.
Many guests, who had suffered through the ordeal on the ferry, scrambled to disembark as quickly as possible.
Only Ren Ichimonji appeared calm and composed, as if completely unaffected by the chaos.
In truth, he was unaffected. When the smoke bombs had detonated earlier, he wasn't even in the banquet hall; he hadn't inhaled a single puff of smoke.
The System Mall unfolded before his eyes. Today's random items included Batman's Batmobile, the mechanical dinosaur from the Batcave, and… the Brother Eye System.
Are they serious about putting that third one next to the first two? Really?
Ren Ichimonji mentally scrolled through the common items below, sighing at his lack of points. He couldn't afford to exchange for any gadgets yet.
"Ran-neechan, Professor Agasa is here to pick me up!"
"I'm going to stay at Professor Agasa's house tonight!"
The "clamped" child-like voice of the Little God of Death rang in his ears.
Ren Ichimonji's body shuddered instinctively. The light screen in front of him vanished instantly. He quickly took a sip of coffee to steady his nerves before looking toward Conan.
Nearby, Kogoro Mouri, who was still busy exchanging pleasantries with others, looked quite surprised. He turned and asked:
"Ha? Professor Agasa? Why is he coming to pick you up at a time like—"
"Ah, yes, yes! I am indeed Kogoro Mouri. A pleasure to meet you!"
Before he could finish his sentence, another socialite who hadn't managed to speak with him in the banquet hall approached to introduce themselves.
Regardless of the situation, Kogoro Mouri was a world-famous great detective. His scope of business was quite extensive; befriending him meant having a potential solution if trouble arose in the future.
As the crowd around him grew, Kogoro Mouri became preoccupied with social etiquette, leaving him no time to worry about the minor detail of where Conan was sleeping.
Since Kogoro Mouri had no objections, Ran Mouri naturally didn't either.
Standing beside her father, Ran looked at the seemingly irresponsible Kogoro with a hint of helplessness. With a sigh, she knelt down, patted Conan's head, and gave him a gentle reminder:
"Well then, be on your best behavior at Professor Agasa's house today. Don't do anything to make him angry."
"I know!" Conan replied with a smile, still using his forced, high-pitched voice.
However, the moment he turned around, his expression performed a "Sichuan Opera face-change" instantly.
Honestly, I'm not actually a kid. There's no need for all these instructions, right?
Then again, no one knows I'm Shinichi Kudo anyway. It doesn't matter; it's not like it's my reputation on the line...
He suddenly jerked his head up and saw Ren Ichimonji standing nearby, holding his coffee.
Conan: "?"
Crap. How did I forget there's a "god-tier" person here who knows I'm Shinichi Kudo?
My reputation is officially doomed... Maybe I should find an opportunity to give this guy his own "episode"...
"...Why are you looking at me like that?"
Ren Ichimonji suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He shook his head to clear the feeling and scanned the numerous vehicles at the pier. He immediately locked onto Professor Agasa's car.
In reality, he didn't know much about cars at all. To him, most cars looked exactly the same.
But Professor Agasa's car was different. This yellow Volkswagen Beetle, which looked like a Bumblebee-themed "senior mobility scooter," was truly one of a kind. In all the time since he had traveled to this world, he hadn't seen a single duplicate on the streets. It was incredibly easy to recognize.
"You even recognize Professor Agasa's car?"
"What is your relationship with that criminal organization? Have you investigated what happened after I shrank?"
Conan walked up to Ren Ichimonji's side, his voice dripping with suspicion.
"What exactly is your identity?"
Toward this man claiming to be Batman, he still maintained 120% suspicion. Because Batman was something that only existed in comic books, not in reality.
For Ren Ichimonji to claim he was Batman meant he either had mental health issues or he had an ulterior motive. He leaned toward the latter.
"I'm Batman!"
Actually, the possibility of the former doesn't seem low either. Conan was reaching his limit.
If they weren't still near the Queen Elizabeth—where any sudden movement might attract the attention of Ran or Uncle Mouri—he would have used his power-kick shoes to make this "Batman" fly right now!
"Hey, Conan! Over here, over here!"
The middle-aged, balding, chubby old man wearing his classic white lab coat "skin" hopped out of the yellow Beetle with a cheerful smile. After scanning left and right, he spotted Conan and Ren Ichimonji and hurriedly waved them over.
Conan could only vent his frustration internally as he led the way toward the car.
The Great Batman of Beika followed closely behind.
Not far away, Sonoko Suzuki had somehow acquired a pair of binoculars and was quietly observing the scene. She muttered to herself:
"I knew it! That Conan brat and that handsome guy knew each other all along!"
"Next time... next time I definitely have to get his phone number out of that brat!"
The crew member nearby waited helplessly for the return of his binoculars. Suddenly, Sonoko turned to him and asked quite seriously:
"Tell me, do you think this face of mine is considered pretty?"
Crew member: "?"
You are very pretty, but saying it like that is such a turn-off. Have you ever considered that the reason you can't find a boyfriend is because of the way you talk?
"So, you're the 'Batman' Mr. Shinichi mentioned on the phone?"
Beside the Beetle, Professor Agasa looked at the mysterious coffee-holding man with surprise. He had expected the "god-tier person" Conan described—the one who thought he was Batman—to look a bit more eccentric.
But seeing him in person, there didn't seem to be anything particularly special about him. At most, it was just the oddity of wearing a tie with casual clothes and carrying a coffee cup everywhere.
He coughed twice and introduced himself:
"Ahem, I am Professor Hiroshi Agasa. Mr. Batman, it is a pleasure to meet you."
What? Do you just brag about your Professor title the moment you meet someone? Agasa, you... oh, right, his actual name is Professor. Ren Ichimonji played out a small theater in his mind, though his outward appearance remained perfectly normal.
He shook hands with Agasa and said seriously:
"A pleasure, Professor Agasa. I'm Batman!"
...Wait? So Conan wasn't exaggerating? He was being literal? Agasa was stunned.
Conan stood beside them, looking left and right at the two of them. Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Can't we save the talk for when we're in the car?!"
The Little God of Death was fuming.
To this, Ren Ichimonji could only think: Look at him, getting all anxious again.
Of course, he only said that in his head. If he said it out loud, he had no doubt the brat would pull out his tranquilizer watch and give him a dose.
While the tranquilizer needle might not be as exaggerated as the fan theories—claiming it could knock out an elephant or make someone sleep for a month—Ren Ichimonji still didn't want to experience its effects personally.
Such a good thing should be left for the person who needs it most: Kogoro Mouri. He wouldn't dream of stealing Uncle Mouri's spotlight; that would just hurt their friendship.
Just as they got into the car, before Agasa even started the engine, he suddenly turned around and asked curiously:
"Hey, Mr. Batman, do you think I could be a Robin?"
Ren Ichimonji and Conan: "?"
What? Robin? You?
After a moment of silence, Ren Ichimonji replied:
"...I think you could be the greatest Robin in history."
As long as it's not in Gotham City.
End of Chapter
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