Become a Phantom Thief from the Comic World

"If I remember correctly, you are Dean Thaston, Gotham's top magic genius."

Bruce said to Dean with a smile on his face.

"I wanted to go see your performance at the Gotham Theater several times, but unfortunately I was delayed by other things every time. When I had the chance, I heard that you no longer performed in public."

"Yes, I did not perform on stage for two years because I wanted to focus on life and study."

Dean nodded.

"I've seen some replays of your magic performances. It's really amazing that you can reach such a high level at your age. I even thought that your skills could catch up with Zatanna a few years ago."

Bruce started chatting with Dean very naturally. Dean couldn't find any unusual expression on his face, as if he was just a rich man who was very talkative and had no airs. He was no different from other people, taciturn and serious in speech. Batman is even more out of reach.

Dean knew very well that the difference between the man in front of him and ordinary people was not ordinary.

To be honest, he wasn't sure whether he should talk to Bruce or not. If he leaked any information, he might lose his identity, but not talking was obviously a bigger problem.

As the saying goes, the more someone tries to conceal something, the greater the chance that it will be discovered.

So Dean decided to just be himself, not to think carefully about what to say and what not to say in every sentence, but to just say whatever comes to mind, as naturally as possible.

Anyway, no matter how wrong he says, he can't suddenly say "Hey, Mr. Wayne, I think you look a lot like Batman", or "You know, Mr. Wayne, I am actually Kaitou Kidd."

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne. Miss Zatana has perfectly inherited the talent of Master Zatara. I have been fortunate enough to see her perform on stage several times. Her magic skills are far superior to mine, even for the simplest magic tricks." It becomes like real magic in Miss Zatanna's hands."

In short, in the face of Bruce's praise, Dean shook his head mockingly and said: "Compared with her, I am just like a beginner who has just started practicing magic."

"Humility is a good quality, young man, but excessive modesty is unnecessary."

Bruce chuckled and said.

"Hey! Hey! How long are you going to chat? I thought you were all here to visit me."

At this time, Barbara on the hospital bed suddenly spoke and curled her lips.

"Oops, I suddenly remembered that I forgot something important."

Dean slapped his forehead, spread out his empty hands, and said angrily: "How can I be empty-handed when I come to visit a doctor?"

"It doesn't matter. After all, you just learned about this from the library. It's already a surprise to me that you can come and take a look."

Barbara smiled casually.

"That won't work."

Dean touched his chin and thought for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes! How about some fruit? Barbara, do you like oranges? Or strawberries?"

"Here we go again, I know what you want to do, it's magic time, right?"

Dick next to him said with an expression that he had known this would happen.

"I said Dean, if you have already prepared the fruit, just take it out, although I don't know where you hid the oranges or strawberries."

"Shut up, Dick!"

Barbara said angrily, then looked at Dean with interest.

"Dean, magicians usually prepare the corresponding props in advance when performing magic, so... I choose blueberries."

After saying that, Barbara raised the corners of her mouth slightly, looking forward to Dean's next move.

Bruce smiled and watched the play of several young people without saying a word. He just stood quietly on the side, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cassandra at the back looked at everyone in the ward in confusion.

She can't speak and doesn't understand language. The so-called "ignorance of language" means that she can't understand what others say.

Although she is not hearing-impaired and can even hear far better than the average person, Cassandra is indeed unable to understand any language.

The reason why Cassandra can still communicate with others normally is that she has an extraordinary skill - reading people's body language.

The swing of the hands, the movement of the legs, the shaking of the body, the rotation of the head, the opening and closing of the mouth, the opening and closing of the eyes... all actions of the human body will reveal information invisibly, and Cassandra can Understand the existence of this information.

As long as a person's body is still moving, Cassandra can tell what the other person wants to say and do by reading his body language.

To a certain extent, it is even possible to predict enemy aircraft in advance.

This bug technique, which is almost like a superpower, seems perfect, but in fact it has big flaws, because if the opponent's body does not move, Cassandra cannot read his body language.

Moreover, when reading some strange information, Cassandra would be unable to understand its meaning.

For example, what Dean and others just mentioned - magic.

Cassandra has never seen a magic show since she was born, and she has never been exposed to magic since she started wandering at the age of nine.

Maybe it's weird to say this, but she really doesn't know what 'magic' is, and she doesn't know what Dean wants to do.

"Blueberry, this is a bit troublesome...but it doesn't matter. Magicians are born to do the impossible."

After hearing Barbara's choice, Dean first rubbed the back of his head in distress, then changed the topic and spoke confidently.

I saw him walking to the cabinet next to the hospital bed, pushing aside some of the sundries on it, and then giving instructions to Dick.

"Dick, please find an airtight handkerchief or silk cloth."

"Tsk, you are really good at sending people."

Dick rolled his eyes.

Even so, he still took the initiative to find props for Dean.

A white handkerchief.

"Mr. Wayne."

At this time, Dean called out Bruce's name and smiled: "You just said that you have always wanted to watch me perform magic live. I am deeply honored for this, so I want to invite you to complete this magic with me."

"Oh?"

Bruce smiled slightly playfully and reminded Dean: "I forgot to tell you that I studied with Master Zatara for a period of time when I was young. At that time, Zatana's talent was not as good as mine, so you just Aren’t you afraid that I will expose your magic trick on the spot?”

"Then I have to ask Mr. Wayne to be kind and let me go."

Dean shrugged helplessly and said.

Seeing what Dean said, Bruce came to Dean and asked curiously: "What do you need me to do, Master Saston?"

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