Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

Wayne Manor, old house.

The blue light flashed, and first a strange man covered in green fell from the sky. Then, there was a black and red figure. The princess hugged a young woman covered in blood and stepped on the strange man hard. , causing it to let out a miserable cry.

The strange noise outside the door also made Alfred inside the house change his expression. He hurriedly came to the door and saw Chen Yan's mouth twitching as he said hello: "Hey, Mr. Ah Fu hasn't slept yet? What? How about the door..."

"Mr. Brad, it's a long story..." Alfred said with a wry smile: "Please come in quickly. I have contacted Dr. Leslie and she will arrive soon. Louise The lady seems to be seriously injured, I need to help her take care of the wound."

"Well, please excuse me, old man." Chen Yan nodded, quickly walked into the room, and gently placed Louise on the sofa.

After all, he is just an ordinary person, and the gunshot wounds on his body were only treated with rough emergency treatment. At this moment, Louise was suffering from a low fever. Fortunately, Chen Yan gave her a dose of the low-profile version of [Qingli Treatment] that he prepared. There was absolutely no problem with her life.

"It's you..." A small head slowly poked out from behind the sofa. Damian stared at Chen Yan with great vigilance, "It's you who interfered with the sacred duel ceremony..."

"If you don't want to be spanked with a feather duster, just call me teacher, you naughty kid." Chen Yan flashed a light in his hand, and like a magic trick, he conjured a blanket and gently covered Louise's body without raising his head. He snorted coldly, "Do the new clothes still fit you?"

"Wha... what new clothes?" Damian glanced to the side, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

If he hadn't worn the domino mask that belonged to the fourth generation Robin on his face, maybe he would have been more confident. It can only be said that the naughty children of the Bat family are all famous for being tough-talking. If they were thrown into the incinerator, they would be burned clean. The mouth is still intact.

Chen Yan sneered, stood up, walked to the side of the uniform display cabinet with only a pair of short sticks left, and pressed a button.

"I'm Damian Wayne, the father of Batman!"

"I'm Damian Wayne, the father of Batman!"

"I'm……"

This unlocking command was deliberately designed by Chen Yan, and it also had a real-time recording function. Damian's voice echoed in the living room of Wayne's old house. Chen Yan even started to play it repeatedly in a playful manner. The repeated sound was extremely annoying at the moment. Demonic nature, and Damian's face turned extremely red with shame and anger.

"You're despicable! You're actually recording!" He roared and turned over the sofa, wanting to fight with Chen Yan. However, what was embarrassing was that Damian stopped in mid-air just as he turned over halfway. Even his mouth seemed to be covered by an invisible rag. Blocked, he could only whimper. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Master Damian Wayne, but there is an injured lady here. She needs a quiet rest." Chen Yan snapped his fingers and controlled Damian's thin body to be gently placed on the On the ground, Damian's Robin uniform still fit him very well. After all, it was the figure data collected after being scanned by Batman's AR. "Now, the teacher has something to do, so I won't play with you for now. Don't worry, There will be plenty of opportunities after tonight's matters are settled...slow down, slow down, and play."

"But now that you're wearing this outfit...Bruce is in trouble, right?"

The sudden loosening of the restraints caused Damian to bounce up from the ground in disgust. He gritted his teeth angrily and uttered a sentence: "I don't care about that man's life or death! I...I..."

"Okay, it's not like I don't know that you are a tsundere." Chen Yan picked up Nygma, who was still wailing on the ground, and carried him on his shoulders, "If you are a little lolita, tsundere I still find it cute for a moment, and the big men are still talking what they mean... Damian, act like a man, don't be so effeminate."

"You called me a sissy?!" Damian's eyes widened angrily.

"I said it, I just finished it." Chen Yan sneered and opened the portal to Gotham Bell Tower.

"you!"

Damian was helpless and furious on the spot, but Chen Yan stepped half-foot into the portal and turned to look at him: "Rexiaogu and Talia never told Bruce of your existence. Bruce lost his father when he was a child. If he Knowing your existence, he will never let you experience life without a father."

"So...go help your father, little one."

"He's going to need you."

Damian was angry and wanted to rush forward to stop Chen Yan from leaving, but Chen Yan had already walked into the portal carrying the captured Riddler. The portal closed instantly, and Damian only ran two or three steps before standing where he was. The ground didn't move.

On his body, the Robin suit fit perfectly, and Damian clenched his fists, lowered his head, and remained silent.

Mr. Afu walked out of the warehouse, holding a medical kit, and looked at Damian with concern: "Master Damian, has Mr. Brad left?"

Damian didn't reply, but turned to look at the huge family photo in the living room of Wayne's old house, his eyes full of struggle and confusion.

Mr. Alfred was stunned.

This scene is so familiar.

In the photo, the black-haired boy laughing with his parents experienced a tragic childhood and became the Dark Knight protecting Gotham. For countless days and nights, Bruce was just like Damian now, staring blankly at the family portrait, with only Alfred beside him.

Then and now, just as now and now.

"Old sir, I..." Damian pursed his lips tightly and spoke with difficulty. "I've killed people."

"That's not your fault, Master." Mr. Afu sighed softly, put down the medical kit, and began to re-bandage Louise's wound. "It was the education of the Kagemusha League that made you do those things."

"That man is grandpa's designated heir." Damian said softly, as if mumbling.

"Master Bruce will not agree, young master." Mr. Afu used scissors to cut the sticky bandage and responded softly. "never."

"What should I do?" Damian turned around slowly and asked in confusion.

"No one can control your life anymore, young master." Mr. Afu turned back slightly and smiled at Damian, "But no matter what choice you make, I think Mr. Bruce and I can understand you."

"...Thank you, Mr. Alfred." Damian looked at the huge family photo again. The face in the photo looked very similar to him. "I think I know what to do."

The katana that emitted a faint green fluorescence was removed from his back by Damian and placed gently on the ground. It was a weapon belonging to the Shadow Warrior Alliance.

He came to the display cabinet of battle clothes. The transparent glass reflected the young face wearing a domino mask.

"I'm Damian Wayne, my father, Batman."

Damian said softly.

The glass cabinet door of the battle suit display cabinet slowly opened, and a pair of young but calloused hands grasped the pair of dark short sticks, which were the exclusive weapons designed and manufactured by Blood Dragon for the fourth generation Robin.

"I'm leaving, Grandpa Alfred."

Putting the short stick behind his back, the dark red hood was slowly put on, covering Damian's face.

"Please be safe, Master Damian." Alfred stood up slowly, looked at the lonely figure at the door, and said softly, just like Batman and the Robins did before going out, "I will be in the Batcave. Waiting for you to come back."

"I just want to prove myself. I haven't acknowledged that man as my father." Damian walked slowly towards the night, but his pace became faster and faster. "But that man can't handle Gotham tonight on his own."

"so……"

The rope gun was raised high, and the young bat cub turned into a black shadow and fled into the night.

"I reluctantly helped him!"