After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Just as Batman wanted to deny it, he suddenly realized that although there were many problems in Damian's thinking, in the end, he got the same answer by different routes and got an answer that was not wrong in a certain sense.

So he fell silent.

"You acquiesced." Damian stared at him and said, "I knew... my guess was right. So why are you locked up here by my mother? Have you betrayed her?"

"……I do not have."

Damian snorted twice, obviously not believing his words: "It's really too kind of mother not to kill you - it seems that she still has feelings for you, but if that's the case, my father What should I do?"

He stared at Batman: "You should know my father."

Batman didn't know whether he should just let Damian misunderstand that Batman was the third party in the relationship between Hilda and Bruce, or should tell him that Batman was Bruce Wayne's double according to his mother.

... No, wait, why should he be led astray by the thinking of this mother and son?

He stared seriously at Damian, his biological son who suddenly popped out of nowhere before he knew anything about it:

"I am your father."

Damian's expression blanked for a second.

He didn't think about this possibility at all, so he subconsciously took a step back, as if Batman suddenly turned into a monster in front of him.

He even held the dagger hanging from his waist.

"No," he frowned at Batman, "that's impossible! You look weak!"

— So if Batman seems strong, it's okay to accept the idea of ​​"could be my father" right?

Batman thought with a blank face, he seemed to have figured out what Damian was thinking, so he replied without changing his face: "Of course, in front of your mother, there is no one who is not weak."

Damian... Damian thinks this sounds very reasonable.

Indeed, the mother is the strongest, she is the goal he pursues, and he hopes to be the heir that satisfies her.

So he loosened his brow slightly, but still expressed doubts about Batman, he looked Batman up and down: "...Prove to me what you said."

——If you are really my father, show me the evidence.

Batman: "You can take my blood for a DNA test."

Damian: "That's too troublesome. I can't do it without hiding my mother."

"Then," Batman stared at him, "maybe you can take my helmet off."

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone who has seen the real appearance of you and me will not doubt our parent-child relationship." He said lightly.

Damian looked suspicious: "You mean we look alike?... You don't want to use me for something, do you? If my mother comes back and finds something is wrong..."

"She will hit you?"

"No," Damian frowned, "she won't hit me, she'll just—wait, why am I telling you this?"

Batman: "I just think you're acting too scared of Hilda. If that's the case, forget it. You can go, Damian. Remember not to be discovered by your mother."

It's rare for him to say such a long sentence, and at this moment Batman can only hope that Damian has inherited his mother's unsustainable personality.

...God is on Batman's side.

"Nonsense!" Damian was about to jump up angrily, "Who said I was afraid of my mother? Well, what you said had better be true, otherwise you wouldn't want to know what you're about to face!"

He glanced at the solid Batman helmet angrily, looked around the laboratory, and then rushed over without hesitation and pulled a nearby experimental table behind Batman.

For his age alone, this is unbelievable.

Batman thought lightly: ...But, it's still a little too tender.

Damian climbed onto the table, pressed his hands on both sides of the bat helmet, and then paused: "...Does your helmet imply some mechanism?"

Batman didn't speak.

Damian hesitated: "I have a bad feeling."

Batman: "If you're afraid..."

"Shut up!" The little boy frowned, and with great force, he lifted the helmet off Batman's head upwards.

His movements were a little rough, and Batman couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling the slight pain from the friction between the helmet and his skin.

He opened his eyes.

Damian hadn't seen his face yet, but the boy wasn't in a hurry - he knew Batman was locked here by his mother, and he wasn't in a hurry for the moment, and the lion cub would never have to worry about being brought back by his mother to play with him "The prey will escape, please, isn't the mother watching nearby?

For him at the moment, the more interesting thing is obviously Batman's helmet.

Perhaps for little boys, the bat helmet is really a very interesting high-tech toy.Damian fiddled with the helmet for a while, and finally couldn't resist putting it on and trying it out.

Bruce Wayne couldn't see what was behind him, his voice was hoarse but magnetic: "What are you doing, Damian?"

"You used a voice changer!" Damian said, and his eyes lit up as he realized his voice had changed to Batman's, "Oh, I want this.  … I declare that now your helmet It's mine."

He tugged on Bruce's cape: "This cape is also good-but I'm going to make them all smaller until they fit me."

"..." Bruce was silent for a moment, "I don't think that's appropriate, Damian."

"You seem to have softened a bit," Damian said. "Is it because of the sound?" He took off his Batman helmet, jumped off the table, and was about to go around to see Batman's face. He said casually, "Do you still have any equipment? I—"

He saw Bruce's face.

Bruce looked at him with those cobalt blue eyes, and then raised the corners of his lips slightly to him: "I'm sorry, our first meeting will be under these circumstances, Damian."

Damian was motionless, only his pupils trembled wildly. He was completely dubious about what Batman said before, but at this moment, his face seemed to be irresistible to him.

He opened his mouth in vain, then hesitantly hugged the bat helmet in his hand.

"...So," he said in a deep voice, with a hint of excitement in his tone that could not be detected, "I can legally inherit your helmet and battle suit?"

Bruce Batman Wayne: "..."

He said: "...Maybe you would rather inherit my company and the wealth accumulated by my ancestors, Damian."

He'd be happy to have a kid who was into business and would love to inherit the Bruce Wayne estate, and as for the Batman business... he thought he'd be able to do it as far as the handicapped.

"I have great wealth," Damian said, "Mother promised that it will be mine in the future...but I don't mind accepting your wealth..." He paused, and said the latter word awkwardly ,"Father."

Bruce: "...I hope you're not so reluctant."

"Of course not." Damian took two steps and looked at his new father strangely, not quite understanding why he would say such a thing.

Damian took it for granted: "I am the only son of you and mother, and I have the responsibility and obligation to inherit everything you have. I will be an excellent heir, and an excellent heir will not because of inheriting a larger territory and More wealth but reluctantly... In fact, I have a broader goal, I will conquer the entire universe for my mother, and by then, both you and my mother will be sincerely proud of your excellent heir."

The smile on Bruce's face faded away.

Damian was very happy: "I have decided, father, I like your armor, it will become the armor I wear when I conquer the universe."

He looks at Bruce smugly, as if expecting praise from him.

"No, Damian." Bruce replied, "First of all, I don't intend to pass on the identity of Batman to anyone just yet, and second, as it stands, I don't think you are good enough to inherit it."

Damian didn't think of this answer at all. He stared wide-eyed, a little dazed, like a feline that had been snatched from a ball of wool, and stood there dazedly and pitifully: "...what? But, I'm you The only heir..."

He didn't take into account his own lack of ability.Because even though Hilda thinks that he is not enough to inherit everything for the time being, she will still tell him that everything will be his.In his opinion, his father should do the same, not to mention that his father is weaker than his mother. Why would he reject a strong heir?

"You are not." Said the ruthless father, "I have two sons."-Although they are not enough to inherit the identity of Batman for the time being.

He thought of the Tim he saw before being knocked out by Hilda: "...Maybe there will be a third."

Finally, his eyes fell on Damian in front of him, and he gave the final blow: "You are the fourth child."

Damian's brain is completely confused.

——He is actually only the fourth in line of succession!No, he couldn't accept it at all. Could it be that the mother had three children before?No, he hadn't heard of it at all. If she really had, she wouldn't never mention it, and the child wouldn't follow her father instead of a stronger her...

Damian looked at Bruce complicatedly. To be honest, he originally disliked his cheap father a little because of the first impression, but the gift he brought (Batman equipment) saved a little bit of impression points, but now everything It was all ruined. It turned out that before he was born, he already had his own children, three of them!

So, did the three children exist before he was with his mother, or after he was with his mother?Does he have other lovers?

"I only have one question now," he took a deep breath, stared at Batman word by word, and asked, "Is my mother the third party?"