Back to Gotham, Wayne Manor

"How does it feel, over there in Naxino?"

"It's all right, although that guy Xingle is a little weird, but... I'll admit that guy was a great teacher, not only in terms of skills, but also in teaching Danfoss, and he didn't fall behind, but he did his best. ”

In the large and palatial living room, Bruce and Damian sat on the same sofa, and father and son sat on either side of the sofa, chatting as much as they could, but... One is the second middle school social fear, and the other is the late middle school second stage, this is Xingle to help them open their hearts, it is as difficult as grinding an iron pillar.

"Really? What does he ask you to do besides training? ”

“... He said he wanted me to go to school. ”

"Well, that's a good thing, before you, Dick and they were students, went to school, experienced life, I don't think it's a bad thing." There was a reason why Bruce said this, because he saw some undisguised disgust on Damian's face, as if he was saying that he hated school.

After all, this is also the norm for some children with social phobia.

"But what can I learn in such a school? Isn't it just the stuff I already knew? ”

“... I know what I'm going to say about you, but what does he say about you? ”

At this point, Bruce is really a little curious, as far as he knows, Xingle's campus life is a bit special, his grades have always been ranked in the upper reaches of the school, and he has had a few fights, but he has never remembered it, so if it were him, how would he persuade Damian to go to school?

I saw Damian spread out his hand and said:

"He said: 'There used to be a kind of student who was a little bastard in the eyes of teachers, a little bully in the eyes of students, and a little trouble in the eyes of parents, but this kind of student, with excellent grades, can pull the score line of the whole school, and no one dares to say anything wherever his eyes pass, but looking back, the style of that eye can cause thousands of people to marvel and yearn for it.' ”

"'The teacher is coming, he can teach the teacher to be a person, the student is coming, he can teach the student to be a good dog, the principal is coming, the principal can make the principal voluntarily give up the principal's chair, the parents are coming, they can only kneel in front of you and sing conquest to you... If you can't do any of the above, don't say you're Lei Xiaogu's grandson, Batman's son, my good brother', that's all. ”

“......”

Bruce hid his face with his hands, his heart now, after listening to Damian say all the above things, was somewhat broken or... I can't hold back the feeling...

Ever since he planned to become a vigilante in Gotham, and traveled all over the planet and the most dangerous places, he's learned a few things...

However, the kind of student mentioned above, he Bruce. Wayne really hasn't seen it, let alone seen it, or even heard of it.

There is a possibility that Han Xingle has done it, he has done everything mentioned above, he has done it, and even intends to make Damian reproduce.

And if you really let Damian learn Xingle like that, he will become an existence that can make the school love and hate, and want to die... That can only mean that Damian has been led crooked by Xingle.

When Bruce thought of this, he had the urge to go down and smash Xingle to the ground, but unfortunately, if it wasn't for a long time, if he hadn't spent time with his son, he would have dealt with this guy with the most tongue first.

"Speaking of which, now that I think about it, we've been talking about that kid since the beginning, which is really unpleasant."

Saying that, Bruce also looked back at the stairs, although he had realized that Xingle's kid was deliberate, but Bruce was still very upset with Xingle, how to say it? It doesn't match the aesthetics of your work.

Of course, there are reasons why Star Music and Blues have different action styles, but... Maybe it's more of a kid who snatches his son away now.

But... It's been so long, and it should be...

"Damian, I know it's a bit of a spark to say now, but... Have you noticed something wrong with your cheap brother. ”

That's right, as always, Bruce once again couldn't help his occupational illness and told his son about someone's gossip, but this time, Damian had to understand his father's behavior, because he also felt that it was very wrong.

"You're saying that Xingle guy is always able to match well with the Indexers, even outside of combat?"

Damian turned his head and looked at his father, who had honestly suppressed this kind of thing in his heart for some time.

About four days ago, at the hotel that day, Xingle and Paladin said one set after another, which made Damian feel very wrong, this feeling was not so much that two people who had a very tacit understanding were talking about cross talk, but more like... The same person is in front of him, speaking the same.

And after comparing the battle with Darkseid that day, he felt even more that his cheap brother had been pretending to be two people, two similar and tacit people.

The tacit understanding between Xingle and Paladin is needless to say, and even this tacit understanding is extremely inspiring, as if... It gives people a strong sense of rhythm, such a feeling.

Originally, Damian thought that this was just a tacit understanding, a tacit understanding that two people who had once become one should have, but...

It's hard to notice something, something that feels right, but is so weird.

When fighting Darkseid, they seemed to have a heart, cooperating with the Indexer's movements, the same pace, the same mode of action, and the synchronization gap was almost zero.

The action of swinging the sword, the coordination of the movements, and the filling of consciousness, after getting along with Kara, Damian knew very well that these were not something that could be cultivated in a little time.

Han Xingle, he forgot it, everyone in the alliance has dealt with each other for a long time, as for Kara, she has been educated by the Indexers for a while, but she... Seriously, the only dealings he'd had with Indexers were probably less than three times.

However... This guy seems to be able to synchronize with everyone, and there is no gap or instability, so he launches skills and tricks to form a synchronized battle routine.

It's more like a tacit understanding than a tacit understanding... An ability, an ability to synchronize anyone.

And this ability may not be as good as the others, but this... It's definitely the best support ability when fighting in a team, and the person who has this ability, needless to say, is the Indexer himself.

But... The only person who has this ability is the only one who can be called a true tacit understanding with him, a person who is expected and unexpected.

Han Xingle, who was in the hotel with the Indexer that day, analyzed the invasion of Darkseid with himself, and made Damian aware of it, this tacit understanding, the sharing of knowledge and the ability to analyze theoretically, and... Sharing of combat techniques.

The sword that Seba showed off that day, Damian saw it on the Internet, and the last, infallible magic sword - 'Yan Hui', Star Music Club, Damian was not surprised, because he practiced well after his grandfather's burial.

But what about indexers?

The knife swinging movements of these two people can be said to be synchronized to the point where they are already one person, so...

Damien must suspect that Star Music is the Indexer.

“... Did you say that..."

After listening to his son, after telling the story of the hotel, Bruce was also somewhat affected by some thoughts, he had thought about how to eradicate the existence of alien beasts, but... He's a little hard to say... The existence of the evil derivatives of human beings, he could imagine, what kind of immortal existence it was.

"Do you think... Is there any use in revealing Xingle's true identity? ”

Damian looked at his father directly, he was indeed suspicious of Xingle, but... If he could, he didn't want to hurt him, he was hiding something, but... At least he really thinks of himself as a younger brother.

"I can understand him... I can think of a way to stop him while he goes berserk... Haven't you already seen it? At that time, he was like when he went berserk. ”

Speaking of which, both Bruce and Damian recalled the day when Extra went on a rampage, the planet was screaming, and the universe was terrified of the ultimate power... If there is no means to stop him when necessary, if that power explodes with all its might...

“... In my opinion, he has his own backup scenario plan, at least... He must have his own plan to stop it. ”

"It is better to ask for others than for yourself..."

At this point, it also shows that Bruce's current opinion of Star Music may not be an enemy, but... Maintain the original style, do not want to change, maintain an attitude of distrust of anyone, but inevitably produce fetters, very contradictory.

“... Xingle said, there are some things that I can't persuade you, so... I think he's right..."

Damian also saw that his father couldn't change something, so he didn't want to say anything more.

“... Mother she... How's it going? ”

"Didn't she contact you?" Thinking of this, Bruce saw some subtle expressions on Damian's face, and then knew that his confidante didn't know where to run?

"Didn't your good brother go to her?"

"I've been looking into 'Cadmus' lately, so I've barely seen him say anything about my mother."

In other words, Xingle doesn't know, so where will Talia be?

"Do you think Mother is going to get her in trouble?"

"I only hope she doesn't, but it's the opposite..."

In this regard, Bruce could only pick up a cup of black tea in front of him and take a sip, but unfortunately, the sweetness of this black tea could not calm the bitterness in his heart.

“... I'm starting to wonder how you two got together. ”

"There's nothing to doubt, I have a charismatic personality, it's as simple as that."

“... That's why, after you slept with my mother, it took ten years to find out about me..."

“......”

The sentence just now is definitely Han Xingle's style... I'm going to kill him... Bruce, who was choked by his own son, thought in his heart......