Wayne Manor.

The loud doorbell echoed throughout the old mansion, and Alfredra opened the door, where Roy and his two beautiful partners were standing.

Alfred glanced at the three of them and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Green, but I'm afraid that Master Bruce is out now." ”

"It's okay, we're not here for him today." Roy said, "We're here for that kid today. Let me make a bold guess, that is his son? ”

"What!?" Barbara exclaimed. Roy had led them all the way here, but he didn't mention any speculation about Bruce's son.

Alfred looked at him in equal surprise for a moment and asked, "How did you come to such a conclusion?" ”

"We found a security video of his face at the customs checkpoint." "We used a little bit of technology to manipulate the image and improve the clarity so that I could do a more in-depth comparative analysis," Roy said.

Speaking of this, he changed his words: "I have conducted in-depth research on the genetic relationship between parents and children, and summarized some common patterns. Then I noticed that this kid who came to Gotham with the League of Assassins had a lot of similarities with Bruce in terms of face shape and details. Although the way I judged my research cannot be said to be very professional, I am more inclined to think that it is not a coincidence. ”

Alfred looked at the three of them strangely for a moment, sighed, and stepped out of the way.

"Let's talk first."

The three of them walked down the long corridor in the manor, and as they walked Alfred, he said, "Your guess is right, Mr. Green. The child's name is Damian Wayne, and he does seem to be Lord Wayne's flesh and blood. ”

"Wait, wait, what's going on," Barbara didn't slow down, "you must be going to tell us a bloody story about a one-night stand in Playboy, are you?" ”

"Not exactly." Alfred shrugged, "The Lord didn't mention the specifics to me, but he went abroad to track down the Assassin League to stop another terrorist activity, and then something unexpected happened when he encountered Miss Talia's team." ”

"So the mother of this child is Talia." "It's wonderful, and it probably explains a little bit of his cruelty." ”

"I suggest giving this kid a little time and space, Miss Gordon." Alfred said, "After all, this child has been raised in the Assassin's den since birth, and has been raised as an Assassin from an early age. According to his original words, he is going to be the 'successor of the devil' in the future, so it is inevitable that he will be a little angry. Maybe only time will transform him. ”

By this time, they had come to the study, in front of the wall clock where the secret door was hidden. Alfred tapped the keys a few times, and the clock moved sideways, revealing a secret door that was already familiar to everyone.

"Still, I have to say," Alfred said, "I really don't like this kid." If you wait to see him, you will feel the same way, don't say I didn't say hello beforehand. ”

After the three of them looked at each other, Roy took the lead and walked into the dark room.

Bat Cave.

A child in a white leotard is standing in front of a costume display case in the Batcave, staring at one of the display cases in distraction.

In the cabinet is the original Robin uniform. A green eye patch, short sleeves in red and green, a bright yellow cape, and an R mark on the chest. Just a uniform is like a lot of energy.

"If you're wondering if you can wear this too." Suddenly a voice came from behind him, "I'll tell you, with the current trend, this won't happen." ”

The child turned around alertly and made a defensive gesture, seemingly ready to respond to any possible attack.

It's an almost instinctive reaction. Anyone who could approach an Assassin without him being aware of it was dangerous for the Assassin. As a killer, it is very necessary to be vigilant at all times.

"It's called Damian, isn't it?" Roy leaned against the railing and said, "Take it easy, I don't really want to do it right now, especially when the other party is just a kid with no teeth." ”

Damian was visibly dissatisfied: "Do you have the guts to try it?" ”

"I said I'm not here to fight, I'm only here to verify that I'm right, and to tell you something by the way that your father probably already told you." Roy said, "In Gotham, the sword doesn't solve the problem. There are always some boundaries that you can't cross, and that's the only boundary that separates us from certain others. ”

Damian chuckled: "We? Don't confuse me with you. You dare not do it, because you are cowardly! We, the League of Assassins, do not accept prisoners of war. We choose to solve the enemy once and for all, rather than the mother-in-law and mother-in-law endlessly. ”

Roy only smiled lightly at Damian's reaction.

"Interesting." He said, "Then let's look at it from a different perspective." If you insist on thinking from the point of view of a killer, then you will be no different from the guys we are fighting against, and you will be no different from the kind of people your father swore to fight. Do you think he'll accept you? ”

The untouchable boy was silent.

"I've always been good at speculating on people." Roy continued, "You respect him, you admire him, I can see that. But if you don't make a change, you'll never get his approval, let alone put on the uniform. ”

Damian glanced away unnaturally, unable to refute but clearly unwilling.

He seemed to be entangled for a moment, then turned his gaze back to Roy: "You think you're smart, right?" Do you think you can read my heart's mind? It's not the first time I've met a guy like you. ”

"That's a coincidence," Roy smiled, "it's not the first time I've seen such a pretentious little imp like you, and I'm sure you're thinking you're the pride of the sky, and there's something different about it." ”

Damian said coldly: "Is there a way to try it?" ”

"Absolutely. But before that, you have to prove that you can't even handle a girl. Roy chuckled strangely, turned his head and said, "Kasan, come and try your hand at our little master." ”

Kassandra stepped forward from behind Roy, smiled sweetly at Damian, and made a gesture of please.

"Be merciful," Roy said, "Don't let the little master lose too ugly." (To be continued.) )