"Father."

Surprisingly, Damian restrained his unstoppable anger in front of his father, and gently drooped his head, rather like a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

Roy was right. Damian has been trained as a deadly killer in the League of Assassins since birth, which is why he is now so vague about right and wrong. But in the same way, because his mother and grandfather instilled in him the idea that "your father is one of the greatest men in the world" since he was a child, he has always had a deep awe and respect for his father in his mind, even if he has never actually touched his father when he has grown up to this age.

"Get out." Batman said coldly.

Damian looked up: "But"

"Get out." Batman said in a non-debatable tone, "We have something to talk about." ”

Damian went out without saying a word, glaring at the "uninvited guests" before leaving.

He hates being treated like a child, so of course he is annoyed by this "adults talk to children and go aside" attitude. But he still didn't talk back, and still did it honestly.

Watching Damian's back disappear into the hole, Batman sighed lightly and removed his hood.

"I'm assuming you won't find it easy right now." Roy said.

"You can't imagine it." "Talia brought him to me and told me this is my son. She left the child to me, and I'm still thinking about it. But if he's really my child, that's my responsibility, and I can't leave him alone. ”

Barbara reminded, "But that's not necessarily true, is it?" What if he was part of some of the Talia Assassins' Alliance's next plans? Maybe he was deliberately planted next to you? ”

"That won't change anything." Bruce said, "I knew this kid was tough to deal with. He was raised by international terrorists under his grandfather's Assassin League - in an inhumane manner. It is even possible that he himself was used as a weapon against me. If he were my son—even if he wasn't—he deserved love and my respect for him. ”

"So you've got to let him win these." Roy spoke, "Like every Robin before him, let him earn this with his actions." ”

Bruce pondered for a moment.

"Perhaps." He changed his tone and asked, "You should have been tempted just now, what do you think?" ”

Roy smiled lightly and pointed at Kassandra, "Actually, she tried. It's impressive, though. ”

Kassandra nodded, affirming his assessment.

"This kid is really special." Bruce also said, "He's got an extraordinary amount of potential and talent. The bigger advantage is that he is still very young and there is still immeasurable room for improvement. Maybe in the future, one day, he will probably surpass me."

At this point, he paused, his expression complicated.

He didn't have to say it completely, and Roy knew what he was struggling with.

After all, Damian Wayne was raised as a killer, and the dogma of the League of Assassins was probably seared into his bones. What if one day, he really surpasses Batman, but stands on the opposite side of morality?

Roy patted Bruce on the shoulder.

"Give him a little time," he said, "at least for now, I can be sure that this boy respects you from the bottom of his heart." If anyone can lead him to the right path, it is you. Sometimes, we have to expect from others. ”

The next morning, Wayne Building.

The elevator went up to the top of the building, the doors slid open, and Bruce Wayne, dressed in a crisp black custom suit, was followed by a chatter of board members.

"When can we talk about Carlin's account, Mr. Wayne?"

"Soon." Bruce replied dryly.

A woman rushed to say, "It's okay this afternoon"

Bruce glanced at the schedule in the assistant next to him and said, "Not so fast." ”

"I've heard that if we don't do the Lex Group, we're going to have to intervene." Another person interjected.

The woman asked, "Where did you hear about this?" ”

"Listen to it on the street. Carlin was in the Metropolis last week and he was spotted. ”

"Hell yes! That bastard, we have a non-disclosure agreement! ”

"We must warn him sternly"

Bruce listened without saying a word. Suddenly, he felt a jolt in his chest and pulled his phone out of the inside pocket of his jacket, only to see a text message from Alfred on the lock screen.

"The boy ran away, sir."

There is only such a short sentence above.

Bruce frowned slightly.

Walking to the door of the office, the two opened the door for Bruce, and several people walked inside, but they were all stunned.

"What the hell?" Someone asked.

A child who looked no more than ten years old, dressed up and sitting in the boss's chair, behaved in a chic and smug manner. When he saw a few people coming in, he not only didn't panic at all, but also turned the computer screen, on which the chart curve was drawn with a red line.

"Your profit margins in Argentina are declining." He pointed to the chart and said, "Someone is robbing you of your income." ”

The woman's face changed when she spoke earlier: "Argentina? That's my jurisdiction! Bruce! ”

Bruce turned around, stopped a few people out, and said, "It's okay, I'll take care of it." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for a response, and closed the door without saying anything, and locked a few people outside.

The board members looked at each other, not knowing what was going on with the boss.

"What are you doing here?" Bruce asked sternly.

"Looking back at my birthright." Damian said as a matter of course, "Sooner or later, this company will be mine, won't it?" ”

Bruce stared at the kid for a moment and sighed softly.

Perhaps, this kid will be more difficult to deal with than he thought.

Night.

A meteor pierced the atmosphere, fell from the dark night, and rushed straight into the dark capital of Gotham.

Unlike other falling objects, the meteorite trailed with a long green trail and a strange green glow from the tail flames. It rushed headlong into Gotham Harbor, and the moment it made contact with the water, it erupted with a loud thunderous sound.

The water vapor covered the sky like a thick fog, and the bay let out a loud roar, as if it were roaring.

The flames dissipated, and a silvery-white, uniquely shaped spaceship wrapped in the center of the flames was slowly sinking towards the bottom of the water.

A visitor.

On the side of this spaceship, a symbol that has long been familiar to the world - "S". (To be continued.) )