Martin Variety in American Comics

In Lars' eyes, Damian is the real heir. Apart from the secret of the Lazarus Pool, the Assassin's League has no secrets for Damian, especially the tactics used by the assassins.

When the assassins rushed over, Damian's first reaction was to run.

Although he was arrogant, he was very clear-headed in the battle and knew that he could not be a match for a group of people.

If those assassins had not been pestering him, he would have run away the moment he found out the identity of the other party and waited for the arrival of reinforcements before running back.

"Mother, don't waste your energy. I won't go back with you."

Damian used his physical advantage to shuttle through the crowd and avoid being captured by assassins one after another.

But the assassins had the advantage in numbers, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not really escape the encirclement.

So Damian shouted at the top of his voice. Although he did not see his Talia, he knew that his mother would definitely be here.

"You conscienceless little bastard!"

Talia was furious when she heard her son's shout.

She had complicated feelings towards her son Damian.

Talia really loved this piece of flesh that fell from her body.

When she was at the headquarters of the Assassin's League, Talia took great care of her son, and it can be said that she gave everything.

But when she arrived in Gotham, Talia couldn't help but connect her son with Bruce. Feelings and hatred intertwined, and finally she threw her son to Bruce.

She might have just wanted to hurt Bruce in this way, to avenge the man who abandoned her, and to make Bruce realize that abandoning her was a mistake.

But she never expected that in such a short time, her own son would also turn to that damn man.

Talia knew her son very well. If he was not really convinced, he would never say such words in front of everyone.

"Everyone, come on, bring that conscienceless little bastard back to me today."

Talia was very unwilling.

Why can Bruce always take away what she wants easily?

Bruce was regarded as the best heir by Lars after not being in the Assassin's League for a long time.

This is what Talia has been striving for all her life, but Bruce not only got it easily, but also rejected Lars' proposal.

With doubts and admiration, Talia drugged Bruce and forced him to be pregnant with his child.

But today, Bruce easily took her son away again.

This sense of frustration is even stronger than when she first met Bruce more than a decade ago.

For a person like Talia who has a strong desire for control, it is an absolutely unacceptable shame to have a son who has been carefully cultivated for more than ten years and then falls into the arms of others.

Maybe there is also the pain of losing her son.

But Talia grew up in the Assassin's League, and it is difficult for her to distinguish between feelings and desires.

"The Gotham police will be here soon. Once the Justice League catches up, it will be difficult for us to leave."

The assassins did not have the blind worship of Talia that was completely happy as Lars did.

At this time, they did not lose their minds, but calmly judged the situation and gave Talia advice to evacuate as soon as possible.

"That depends on your own ability."

Talia did not get angry because of her subordinates' suggestions. She said calmly: "Make one last attempt. If we can't catch Damian, we will retreat. But you have to bear the consequences of mission failure."

Talia's decision this time was correct.

Martin's appearance was too sudden, and it was a test of the assassins' ability to respond.

They lost the arsenal, which was excusable. If they couldn't even catch Damian, the punishment they would receive would not be simple.

The assassins did not react to the upcoming punishment, and they didn't seem to be afraid of it.

When they heard Talia's order, the momentum to capture Damian became stronger, and they even used long knives and bows and arrows.

These weapons became more dangerous than guns in the hands of the assassins.

Even if Damian jumped up and down like a monkey, he couldn't change the trend of failure. It would be almost certain that he would fall into the hands of the assassins in a short time.

"Let's fight!" Damian slipped away from the blade of the long sword several times, his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and his extreme personality gradually revealed. "It's just a fight, come on, who's afraid of who!" Damian roared, gave up defense, held the knife in his hand, and slashed at the assassins regardless. Damian's speed was too fast, and the assassins had no time to react. They could only watch their young master rushing towards the blade, and it was too late to stop. At this moment, the assassins even thought of the suicide posture, but Damian still had red eyes, as if he wanted to die with the whole world. "Is it that serious?" Martin suddenly jumped out of the shadow. He grabbed Damian's neck, just like pinching the back of a kitten's neck, and gently used force to make this unruly little thing quiet down. At the same time, Martin's other hand waved forward, and the shadow under his feet raised spikes, piercing the arms of the eight assassins around him. As it approached, the blood-stained shadow quickly shrank behind Martin, and gathered into two giant arms. With a wave of its big hand, it caught all the flying arrows.

Snap!

The shadow arm clenched into a fist as Martin moved, twisted all the arrows, and then slapped forward.

In the shaking of the ground, two assassins slammed into the gravel road, shocking other assassins who wanted to get closer, as well as Talia.

"Retreat!"

Talia didn't know Martin, but she knew what a superhuman was. When she saw the shadow moving unnaturally and turning into a killing weapon, she immediately made a decision.

Although the assassins had experienced resurrection from the dead, they had no special powers. Now they didn't have enough weapons on hand. Facing the superhumans of the Justice League, they would definitely not win.

What's more, the Gotham police were also rushing here.

"Don't worry, I still have a lot of questions. Stay and let's talk!"

Martin stretched out his hand forward, and the pair of huge shadow arms behind him also moved.

The arms dispersed and became similar in size to Martin's arms, flying out of thin air to catch the assassins who were retreating quickly.

"Damn superhumans!"

Talia cursed inwardly, took out the rocket launcher next to her, aimed at Martin and pulled the trigger.

The rocket dragged a long flame tail and hit Martin from top to bottom.

Martin hesitated for a second and retracted his outstretched arm. The shadows that were trying to catch people also shrank and rotated around the rocket, wrapping it up completely.

Bang!

The rocket exploded, and the flames and shock waves continued to expand, blowing up the shadow like a big balloon.

Martin pressed his right hand down, and the rotating shadow guided the flames and shock waves downward, blowing a big hole in the ground.

"Your mother is so ruthless. She dared to shoot rockets while you were still in my hands, and she was not afraid of blowing up your son with you!"

Martin lifted Damian up.

The bear child who was like a madman just now was now as quiet as a kitten. Under Martin's gaze, he dared not say a word.

Hearing Martin's comments on his mother, he forced a smile: "Master, my mother knew that you could protect me, so she did this."

"Stop, when did I say I would take you as my apprentice?"

Martin shook his wrist and threw Damian out.

The boy did a backflip in the air like a monkey, and finally landed steadily on the ground, and came to Martin again.

Martin shook his head and said, "You, you haven't learned any of Bruce's strengths, but your weaknesses are even worse than his."

"I think it should be the other way around."

Damian has always been hypocritical, and never admitted that he was convinced by Bruce.

Martin listened to the sound of the police car getting closer and closer, pointed at Damian, and said to him, "You stay here honestly, and I will settle accounts with you after meeting with the police."

"Just a group of policemen, what's there to care about?"

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Damian looked down on the police in Gotham and thought that if it were him, he would have solved all the criminals in the city long ago.

"This is the biggest gap between you and Bruce!"

Martin snapped his fingers, and Damian's shadow tied himself up.

"Bruce never says such things, because he knows that nothing in this world is natural. But you are different!"

"Master, what do you mean by this?"

Damian is a typical admirer of the strong. He thinks Bruce is a real strong man, so he is willing to acknowledge this father.

He also thinks Martin is someone he can't see through, so he wants to worship him as a teacher and learn more.

But this naughty kid doesn't care about the police in Gotham, even Gordon, and thinks it is natural for him to dominate them.

"Shut up!"

Martin waved his right hand, and the shadow sealed Damian's mouth, leaving him with only whimpering.

"Who is that, why is he wearing Robin's costume?"

Gordon got the news from Martin, and he brought not only the police, but also a team of firefighters.

As soon as he got off the car, he arranged his men to disperse, track down the escaped assassins, dig out the weapons hidden underground by the Assassin's League, and other tasks. The old director assigned them with ease.

After the arrangement, he walked towards Martin.

"Bruce's son, Damian. A naughty kid, who was raised crooked by his grandfather."

Martin shook his head helplessly. Ability was never a problem for him.

Even if it was a stubborn stone, it could become as valuable as a beautiful jade after his training.

But what Damian was thinking was really a headache. At such a young age, his mind was full of paranoid ideas.

Gordon was also surprised when he heard Martin's retelling of what happened just now: "I have seen that kid before. I thought he was just a little arrogant. But I didn't expect him to be so crazy."

"Let's not talk about Damian first."

Martin waved his hand to change the subject: "Although I didn't find direct evidence, the Assassin's League appeared at this time, and they still have a large number of weapons made by the International Gang. It seems unbelievable to say that they have nothing to do with Apocalypse!"

"Then we will do our best to hunt down the Assassin's League?"

Gordon is now rich.

The Wayne Group was forced to stay in Gotham by Bruce, and finally couldn't stand the chaotic environment, but they didn't trust the city council and allocated funds to Gordon crazily.

The Justice League wanted to use Gotham as a pilot, and not only retrained the police officers under Gordon, but also added a lot of young people.

It can be said that Gordon is not afraid of the group of people from the Assassin's League now.

Martin shook his head: "That's not necessary. If the Assassin's League is also a bait, we will become very passive if we try our best to pounce on it now."

"I understand what you mean!"

Gordon has been in Gotham for so many years, and his business ability is of course first-class: "I will ensure the pursuit of the Assassin's League, but I won't do my best. Let's see if I can catch something new."

"You are a skilled veteran, so I won't interfere. If there is anything, just notify me at any time and I will help you immediately."

Martin glanced at Damian who was still struggling, and sent Gordon a document with precautions for energy weapons.

"It's not even five minutes, and you can't sit still. Are you so impatient?"

Martin untied the shadow on Damian, and the bear kid jumped up immediately.

"You are abusing children, and you don't let people resist?"

Damian shouted in dissatisfaction, but did not do it, because he knew that even if he performed exceptionally, he would definitely not be Martin's opponent.

"Your mind works very fast, but it's a pity that you use it in the wrong place."

Martin stretched out his hand to hold Damian's head and taught him a lesson: "If you have time to protest to Bruce in such a childish way, you might as well hurry up and finish the courses. In this way, Bruce will have no reason to suppress you."

"How long will it take? I don't want to waste my time on such meaningless things."

Damian folded his hands in front of his chest, looking like a big boss, as if tens of millions of people were waiting for his command.

Martin looked at the child, examined him carefully, and nodded: "I know what's wrong with you. Your set is very useful in the Assassin's League, because Lars originally trained you as an heir.

If you stay in the Assassin's League, you don't need to spend any effort to become the master of the Assassin's League. But in the Justice League, most of what Lars taught you is useless."

What Lars taught Damian, in addition to combat skills, is nothing more than how to be a leader.

But Damian is nothing in the Justice League, and the identity of Bruce's son is the most important label on him.

He is not qualified to be a leader, let alone to order others.

Moreover, Lars, an old antique, can only give Damian old-fashioned things. In modern times, he is considered an excellent talent if he can manage a city.

"It's unfair for you to say that! My grandpa..."

Damian's mouth is so powerful. Although he is young, he has good debating skills.

Martin snapped his fingers, and the shadow under Damian shut him up.

"Boy, adults look at strength. Either you have to be able to make people listen to you, or you have to be able to fight."

"You have neither, so you'd better tuck your tail between your legs and be a little apprentice!"

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