Meiman: Assassin Wushuang of a Wizard of Science

Damian, come here, I have something to ask you.

The young master felt a little shocked and surprised when he heard his real name being called out by this unknown hero.

However, he maintained his unique maturity and calmness, pretended to turn a deaf ear, and did not even bother to deal with Li Fan.

After all, in front of this outsider, the Bat family still refers to each other by code names and does not use their real names.

Although this layer of disguise is better than nothing, after all, the premise of all this is based on the fact that Li Fan will not pursue it.

After all, a butler with a real name is too obvious.

"Hey, you kid, what are you doing? I told you to come over. Could it be that your dad left and you became so misbehaved?"

This time Li Fan spoke more clearly, which made it difficult for Damian Wayne not to answer the question.

He asked with an annoyed look: "Did my father tell you this?"

The old hunter shrugged his shoulders and said hesitantly: "Batman just discussed some matters related to the Wayne family with me, and didn't say much else."

What Li Fan said was correct. Batman was indeed in a state of emotional instability at the time, so he discussed his identity with him and gave a certain degree of hints.

It's just that when this correct sentence is used in this context, the flavor changes a bit.

Even Damian was a little disgusted when he heard these words.

After all, he and his father have always been in a state of mutual arrogance.

It turned out that his father was talking about identity issues with a man he had only known for a short time.

It’s still a matter of identity of the Wayne family!

This is different!

This young man was a little jealous, and even raised the corners of his mouth without him noticing.

"So what's the point of finding me now?"

The young master crossed his hands on his chest, obviously not very happy.

"I think we need to talk, talk about your father."

Hearing this place, the little bird's eyes suddenly became sharp. Sure enough, all bats are the same. They will always care about their relatives, especially blood relatives.

"But why are you looking for me? Dick Grayson is older than me, Jason Todd acts more decisively than me, and Tim, he is more calm than me."

The skeptical tone, suspicious eyes, and even the visual effects are exactly the same.

Li Fan laughed dumbly and gave an answer he would not refuse: "Because your name is Damian Wayne, and you are Bruce's son.

And you are his last safety valve.He is out of control now, but there is nothing I can do to shake his position in your hearts.

It's up to you to drag him back before he loses control. "

This sentence seemed to touch the little guy. After all, he had always longed for his father's approval.

It's just that every time the two guys meet, their faces are downcast. What kind of mutual praise can be gained from such communication?

The young master hesitated for a while, his eyes kept staring at Li Fan's eyes, as if he could tell whether he was lying.

Then, he pulled out his headset and turned off the communication.

"Come on, I'll take you to the safe house now.

You must explain clearly to me before others notice the conversation between us.

Of course, if I regret it temporarily, you will have to bear all the infamy. "

The young master walked in front and spoke such lines that betrayed his teammates without shame.

But this is also a normal phenomenon. After all, this is what this young man really looks like. Before he was trained by his father, he had an attitude that his life and death had nothing to do with me.

But fortunately, for them, today's matter has come to an end.

There was no conversation or plotting at all today, it was just a superhero taking another novice superhero to get familiar with the terrain of Gotham City.

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Under night, Batman drove his Batmobile towards an old movie theater.

Of course he knew where the movie theater was, that's where his memories began.

Because that night, Bruce Wayne died, and all that was left was Batman.

The dim street lights on both sides of the street shone on his pitch-black mask over and over again. Batman seemed to have fallen into deep memories again, his eyes gradually diverging along with the distant street lights.

Streets, alleys, bats, moonlight, pearls, gunshots

Happy, dazed, confused, awakened, crying, desperate

Black umbrella, black clothes, rainy day, soil, grave, boy

Various elements flashed through his mind, and then he heard that kind and familiar voice again.

"Child, are you tired? Let's go home quickly."

"Yes, you can also ask your mother to make you something delicious. Who loves cookies the most?"

In the back row of the Batmobile, two couples with festered faces like zombies were sitting there talking to Bruce Wayne.

It's just that he was not as good as Sovain throughout the whole process. He didn't say a word. He just listened quietly without even meeting his eyes.

So what are you fighting for, Bruce?

Batman asked himself, but just like that little psychological knowledge, whenever you ask yourself, you often already have the answer in your heart.

"The computer starts automatic cruise and returns to the Batcave in 10 minutes."

"receive."

"Where are you going, son?"

"Do what Batman should do..."

Batman murmured in a low voice after getting out of the car, and slowly walked towards the roof of the cinema.

On the way, he once again passed by Crime Alley. This place was still the same as before, often no one set foot in it, with only a few rats gnawing on the rotting residue on the ground.

When a breeze blows, those old newspapers that have been soaked by rain countless times will float from one corner to another with the wind, and then continue to wait for the degradation of nature.

With a crisp sound of glass, a puff of dust rose up inside the entire theater.

Batman entered through the window and once again stepped into this theater that had been abandoned for many years.

He looked at the screening room aside, where the video tapes were still playing the photos of Bai Juan.

A handgun that fires a gun is constantly playing on the screen. It seems that because the sound system is in disrepair, it seems like a silent mime.

And when Bruce Wayne looked at those seats, he couldn't help but think.

If these things hadn't happened that day, he and his parents would probably be sitting there watching a movie.

While he was thinking freely, the hallucinations that he had suppressed in his heart also came flooding back.

Batman sees the movie theater full of rotting corpses, and they all look like his parents.

Moreover, there is no longer a shooting hand on the screen, but the dead Batman, with the clown's makeup on his body, as if it is a combination of the two, looking weird and weird.

And when Batman sees this scene, there will always be a bad sign in his subconscious.