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

"Bruce! You need to rest! I'll be the one patrolling the streets!"

"Batman doesn't need a break."

"But Bruce Wayne needs a break!"

Today was a good day, with a bright moon in the sky, a rare sight in Gotham after years of rainy weather. However, Wayne Manor in the suburbs of Gotham, or rather, the rebuilt Batcave, was as noisy as ever.

"I bet 5 cents that Dick will argue with Bruce for at least another half minute." Hovering on the new Batfighter in the Batcave, Jason raised his eyebrows and whispered to Tim beside him.

Tim rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then curled his lips at Jason: "One dollar, at least half an hour."

In front of the Batcomputer, Bruce and Dick, both wearing bat suits, refused to give in and looked at each other coldly.

Then, Dick's eyes rolled, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then... uh, he raised his middle finger to Bruce: "Old man! You can't even hold a tent in your current physical condition! Even Aunt Selina doesn't want to be with you! You really should give yourself a vacation!"

"Oh my..." Tim exclaimed with his eyes wide open on the Batfighter, "He really did it! Oh my God, I thought Dick was joking!"

Jason covered his mouth expressionlessly because he felt that he could no longer hold it in. After holding it in for a long time, he whispered, "To be honest, Teacher Brad's trick is too mean..."

Below, the atmosphere was terribly gloomy. Bruce's mouth twitched and he uttered an angry sound, which was rare. His tone was drawn out: "You... said... what..."

"Teacher Brad said it himself! He said he hasn't seen Catwoman since he came here! It must be because you're old and useless that Aunt Selina is fed up with you!" Dick chuckled and sold out Chen Yan on the spot, "Staying up late every day is bad for your health. It may even affect your fertility. Respected Dad~"

“That would be best. I don’t want to have another brother…” Damian walked out of the entrance holding a piece of bread in his mouth and said vaguely, “To be honest, your eyesight in choosing female companions has always been poor, detective, including but not limited to my mother. I just hope that no matter which former criminal you find to vent your desires, don’t forget to take protective measures…”

"Also, can I not go to school tomorrow? I learned all that knowledge in school when I was eight years old!"

"No!"

Different voices were heard from all directions: Jason and Tim crouching on the Batplane, Barbara sitting in front of the Batcomputer watching the show, Michael hitting the sandbag in the boxing ring nearby, even old man Alfred who had just recovered from a serious illness, and Dick and Bruce who were just arguing, all rejected the request of the youngest master of the Wayne family.

Accompanied by Damian's angry curses, Dick's wailing after being beaten by his adoptive father, and the joyful laughter of the Bat-Family members, there was an indescribable harmony in the Batcave.

"That's great..." Alfred looked at the harmonious scene in front of him and smiled with relief. "Master, Madam, it would be great if you could see this..."

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In the kitchen, the new old maid was looking at the screen of her mobile phone with a look of satisfaction, and on the screen was the scene inside the Batcave.

"Selina? Another prospective daughter-in-law? Oh hehehehe... I told you, how could my child lack women's love?"

The old maid laughed nervously, then realized that she seemed to have lost her composure. She quickly regained her normal expression, looked around guiltily, put away her phone, and started cleaning as if nothing had happened.

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In the back hill of Wayne Manor, two figures were looking at the manor in the distance, looking as dull as two sullen men who came out of the same mold.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a gray battle suit spoke first: "Why don't you go and keep an eye on the old lady?"

"That's your mother, Tommy." Thomas, who was wearing a black bat suit, said expressionlessly, "She is also Bruce's mother... She knows what to do."

"According to what you said, in a sense, the Wayne family has completely risen." Night Owl curled his lips, "Look at this family... The mother is the 'Crime Queen' of Gotham's evil forces, the father is the new 'Devil's Head' of the Shadow Warrior League, the eldest son is the controller of the Court of Owls, and the second son is the Dark Knight who protects Gotham... And my nephews and nephews, each of them is not simple..."

"But it's such a pity that the guy who facilitated this 'happy ending' is leaving this world."

"Everyone has his own mission, kid." Thomas nodded noncommittally, then rubbed his temples with a headache, "Speaking of which... do you really think I should go and meet Bruce?"

"If you want." Night Owl spread his hands and turned to leave, apparently thinking that they had talked long enough. Before leaving, he seemed to recall something, turned his head and gave his old father behind him an extremely stiff smile, "I forgot to tell you that Mr. Brad had already told Bruce about your situation..."

"Father."

Thomas remained silent with an expressionless face. He did not look back because he knew that his two cubs were just like him and liked to disappear behind others. He took one last look at his familiar home and sighed hoarsely, which slowly dissipated into the air:

"What a self-willed bastard..."

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Gotham City, top floor of the rebuilt clock tower.

Slade was carefully maintaining the samurai sword in his hand and seemed not to notice that the door of the room behind him was gently pushed open.

"Leaving?" Slade whispered.

Well, he found it after all. But I guess Chen Yan did it on purpose. After all, how could an ordinary military modified person find out about the movement of a god?

"Well, I've had a good rest for a while." Chen Yan closed the door behind him and responded with a smile, "Where's Wade?"

"It seems that an old man named Hugh Jackman is willing to play Wolverine. Wade said he was preparing for his third solo movie. He ran away before you." Slade gently put down the samurai sword in his hand and said helplessly, "The Justice League asked me to invite you to the Watchtower for a party...but you left in such a hurry, I didn't know how to tell them."

"...Just say it as usual." Chen Yan was silent for a moment, and a light flashed in his hand, and the Blade of Annihilation was already in his hand. "It's not appropriate for me to go to a superhero gathering. Even if I go, I can't adapt to that kind of occasion. Forget it."

"Is it appropriate for the outsider god who saved the world to say this?" Slade raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to look at Chen Yan.

"It's just work." Chen Yan responded somewhat unnaturally, "Tell the boss for me and tell him that you took my Franklin first."

"I won't give you an IOU, my dear cousin." Slade turned his head and continued to maintain his weapon. "Don't blame me for not acknowledging it when the time comes."

"Then take that money and retire early, my dear cousin. You have been fighting for so many years and you haven't had a good rest." With a casual chop, the scarlet blade instantly tore a crack in time and space. Chen Yan stepped into the space-time passage and said without looking back, "Take care."

The top floor of the clock tower fell into silence again.

After a while, Slade put the well-maintained samurai sword aside, took out a cigarette box from his pocket and lit a cigarette for himself.

"You've become a god, but you're still afraid of separation, tsk..."

Slade said softly.

"You are a duplicitous brat."