The Batcave Restaurant is not a high-end restaurant in the true sense. It does not have a Michelin rating, and its ratings on various websites and foodie columns can only be described as mediocre. But it is so popular because it is more civilian.
There is no cumbersome and detailed reservation process. The phone number for reservation and consultation is written at the door. There is no need to be introduced by anyone, and then you have to wait for the first half of the year to taste a dish. You don’t even need to wear formal clothes to come back from playing on the beach.
, you can walk in directly wearing beach shoes or flip flops.
This unifies the style of tourists with the natural style of the restaurant. At least there will be no funny scene of a group of Wall Street elites in suits sitting in a cave full of natural features to dine.
The child- and senior-friendly policy here makes the atmosphere in the restaurant quite warm, and families often gather around the stone or wooden dining tables, chatting and laughing while admiring the scenery.
Alfred was in charge of the children's clothes. In order to avoid being too formal, Alfred chose more English country-style clothes for the boys.
The younger boys, such as Jason, Tim, and the minivan led by Victor, all wear shirts, suspender shorts and round-toe shoes. Jason wears a beige plaid shirt, and Tim is
A dark brown polka-dot shirt, while Barry wears a brown fine cashmere sweater. From a distance, the colors are quite uniform, as if he had returned to the Welsh countryside for an instant.
Dick has already entered high school. He has already completed the transformation from a child to a teenager. On many important occasions, he has begun to wear shirts and suit pants like an adult. However, this time he wore a pair of fake two-pieces with a quite academic style. The outside was black but
A fur vest with a white houndstooth pattern, underneath is a white shirt, dark jeans and sneakers.
Harley's development speed is the fastest among her peers, because girls of this age tend to mature earlier than boys. She already looks like a big girl, and she is self-taught in makeup. After painting
Then he became more mature.
It's a pity that she is not tall enough to wear those beautiful tight dresses, so today she wore a pure white shell-collared knee-length dress, and specially glued white false eyelashes to herself, making it look like she was walking
Barbie doll.
The adults dressed more casually. Schiller got an appointment from Bruce, so Arrogance took a break from get off work, and Greed came to work happily.
His personal clothes are lackluster. When it's hot, he just wears a shirt. When it's cold, he wears sweatshirts and sweaters with various patterns. Today he wore a gray long-sleeved sweater with a small blue flower in the upper left corner.
Tulip pattern.
Victor and his wife had a typical American vacation style. Victor wore white short-sleeves and a floral jacket printed with sunflowers, loose shorts and flip-flops printed with waves and sailboats, and Mrs. Frith wore orange.
Horizontal striped short sleeves, jeans and a thick cowhide belt.
In short, this group of people were thrown into the restaurant, and they matched the style of the place very well. They were not out of place at all, but those who came in later were somewhat tainted with ghosts and ghosts.
Stark always wears a suit, shiny leather shoes and sunglasses wherever he goes. He looks like he wants to buy the restaurant.
Natasha didn't go to the opening ceremony. She came directly from the beach. The little fabric on her body could be called ragged. All the places that could be exposed were exposed. If there was even one millimeter missing, Lucifer would have to parachute in and manually apply it.
code.
Pamela didn't wear much more than her. With one hand, she hooked up with Wanda, the scarlet witch she had just met, and with the other hand, she held her cell phone to take pictures of Natasha in front of her. Her eyes were fixed on Diana, who was wearing an Amazon-style swimsuit.
Steve also did not attend the opening ceremony. He came in holding a surfboard and wearing a pair of shorts. Even the shorts were patterned with the American flag.
The Batman of the main universe wears a bat suit, and the Batman of Batman also wears a suit and tie, dressed like the American Psycho. The Arkham Batman wears an old-school peaked collar suit exclusive to the president, as if he is ready to be stuffed into the Presidential Hill by a sculptor at any time.
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Peter and Barry from the main universe have just returned from shopping on the street. They are dressed in the most typical American teenage street clothes, with black short-sleeves printed in English. There are a bunch of wrinkles on the wrists and the sleeves covering the back of the hands are loose.
With her camel hair trousers, high-top shoes, sunglasses, peaked cap and earrings, she can break into any rap group at any time.
The rest of Spider-Man's clothes are all kinds of, but most of them are very bright colors, mainly red, blue and bright orange. The moment they pour in through the door, the place seems to have turned into a modern art exhibition.
When this group of monsters and monsters filled the entire restaurant, Bruce and the clown Arthur squeezed in among the last wave of people. They didn't have time to change clothes, so Arthur wore a classic red suit and skin, while Bruce wore a sweatshirt.
But there was a little dispute between them. Arthur walked forward quickly with his head buried, while Bruce chased him behind him and said something.
"No, don't think about it, shit! I won't see any psychiatrist again, even if you accuse me of destroying the Federal Reserve system, I won't do it. I'd rather go to jail."
"But you have to listen to my introduction to him..."
Bruce followed Arthur and walked to Schiller's side. Because he had made an appointment in advance, Schiller sent the children to Alfred's side. He sat alone on the double table closest to the glass curtain wall.
It could be seen from Arthur's body language that he didn't want to go at all, but how could he possibly beat Bruce? He was dragged staggeringly to Schiller.
"Look, I have no interest in how professional he is and how hard he helped you almost fail to graduate. I just don't want to see a psychiatrist. I..."
"Do you know how expensive his consultation fee is?" Bruce turned to stare at Arthur and asked.
Arthur was blinded instinctively and said subconsciously: "Uh, how expensive is it?"
"$3 million an hour, I'll pay."
Arthur sat down opposite Schiller. As soon as he sat down, he waved his hand and urged Bruce to get the results of his previous brain CT. He put his hands on the table and showed a signature smile to Schiller.
"You know, I have always had great respect for the doctors who save lives and heal the wounded, and I respect the professional ones even more..."
"Don't listen to his nonsense." Schiller also put his hand on the table, glanced at Bruce and said: "It's not so expensive for everyone. I charge a proportion of the assets."
"Angel in white!"
Bruce rolled his eyes at the two people's clasped hands, and then said, "I'm going to see Tim. He made his aunt angry again because he ruined his cousin's book club."
After Bruce left, the two sat back down. Arthur tightened the buttons of his suit, while Schiller stared at the brain CT pictures and said: "I have to introduce to you that the person who performed the surgery on you is named Stephen.
Strange, known as the Hand of God in another universe, is the best surgeon in the world."
Arthur opened his mouth. It was obvious that he was not as relaxed and comfortable as he showed. It was more because of the excitement of the successful performance and immersed in playing a successful comedian that he could talk like this.
But when the excitement in his nerves gradually dissipated, he had never been good at facing people like doctors and lawyers. In his own words, society had never given him the opportunity to contact such big shots, so how could it ask him to interact with them?
Fluent answers?
"It doesn't matter, you just need to sit here." Schiller glanced at Bruce who was walking over and said: "We can pretend to talk about something. When the time is up, I will take the money and leave, and you don't have to force it."
Arthur was a little surprised. His wide eyes caused thick wrinkles to appear on his forehead. His old eyes were sunk deep in the eye sockets, showing that his old eyes were rolling around, constantly glancing at places where Schiller was not present.
"Now your physical illness has been completely cured." Schiller looked at the sea outside the window and said: "Of course, as a psychiatrist, this is not within my jurisdiction, but within my jurisdiction, you also
There is nothing that needs to be treated."
Arthur obviously didn't believe it. He took this as comfort, but then Schiller expressed his point of view.
"In the first half of your life, everyone told you that you were sick. They said you were a lunatic. Mental patients must see a psychiatrist regularly. It is best to go to a psychiatric department for examination. Go to a mental hospital and never come out.
.”
"But is it really because you are sick? Maybe you are sick, but it is not that serious at all. They just regard you as an unstable factor."
"They actually don't care whether you are really sick, whether you are in pain, whether you need treatment, and what kind of treatment you need. All their words urging you to see a doctor are actually a kind of self-comfort prayer.
"
"Similarly, although I feel that this guy is hopeless, the doctor can prescribe him some diazepam drugs to make him calmer. Even if he can't get better, at least it will take up most of his spare time and leave him no time to spare.
Kill people with a knife."
"They don't care about your life, health and well-being, they just want you not to cause them any trouble, so they try their best to define you as a lunatic to sway the doctor's judgment, just like they have swayed the jury countless times.
.”
Arthur's eyes became deeper, and it was obvious that he began to listen attentively. He pursed his lips vigorously, stared at Schiller and said, "You are saying something I like to hear."
"Don't think so low of yourself, I'm not trying to coax you." Schiller lowered his eyes and looked at the table and said: "I have seen many patients who are not sure whether they are sick or whether they should see a doctor.
It’s just that the surrounding environment requires them to do this, and what confirms their madness is only the increasingly extreme views of others.”
"In fact, this is society's bullying of the weak. If you are poor, weak, and helpless enough, others can use their own words to define everything about you, including your own mental state. In the end, you will not even be able to
You don’t believe in yourself anymore, so you sit in front of a psychiatrist.”
Schiller looked at Arthur seriously and said, "What were you thinking about when you first went to see a psychiatrist?"
Faced with this kind of problem, Arthur seemed very uncomfortable. After a while, he still said: "I just want her to cure my laughter syndrome and my insomnia. Maybe she can prescribe some sleeping pills for me."
"Is that what you told her?"
"Yeah, and then she told me it would all be over."
"Did she give you any medicine?"
"She can't prescribe medication and has no right to do so."
