The Wayne Group's owner's luxury villa is enviable, but a cave beneath the villa means more value and an insane identity.

Bat Cave!

Bruce. Wayne - the darling of Gotham City, a famous playboy and the person with the most appearances on the cover of fashion magazines.

He is now wearing a black armor and a night-colored cape, a visor representing the Batman logo, on the table to his left.

Alfred, the old butler, put down his reading glasses, sat down beside Bruce, and several times tried to grab Mr. Wayne's palm and tell him that it was a sad thing to tell him that Damian had died, but that the world had not yet been destroyed.

There was one more important thing that needed to be known to Mr. Wayne at least.

Bruce lowered his head sadly and clasped the back of his head with both hands, "Damian~ my child, he's not even ten years old yet. He was catalyzed in the laboratories of the League of Assassins, and his mother used me to give birth to him for the sole purpose of obtaining a good child to become the future master of the League of Assassins. ”

"Trained by the Assassin League since he was a child, his desire to fight caused him to lose his normal childhood."

"I shouldn't have made him Robin, I shouldn't have even organized the boys to join the Robin group."

"That way, Damian won't die at the hands of Leviathan."

"Alfred, look what I've done, I organized an army of boys and told them to fight, and he died!"

Alfred looked at the sad Batman and choked the words he was about to say several times.

He should have told Bruce. Wayne what?

Do you still have a child wandering outside? Isn't it too cruel to tell such a fragile father when Damian has just been killed in battle? Besides, it was a pity that Damian was a poor child.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Bruce. Wayne could see that something was wrong with the butler.

"No, no, young master." "It's just that there's just a new food company in Gotham City that could affect the sales of our group's food division, so I'd like to ask for your opinion......," Alfred said.

"Then buy it." Wayne said without thinking, "Alfred, if you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you don't need to ask me, you can just buy it directly." Now I need to focus on the damn League of Assassins and the Leviathan. ”

"I want to avenge Damian, and the existence of [Leviathan] threatens the order of the world."

"But ......"

"But what kind of old friend?"

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. Alfred decided not to tell Bruce about it for now, maybe he could find a more opportune moment.

"I'll go first. There's a lot of stuff waiting for me as a bad old man, haha. ”

Bruce looked up, and he looked at Alfred's back.

"Wait a minute."

"Alfred, you've never hidden anything from me before, so there's no way you can deceive me now."

"What the hell is going on?"

"What are you hiding from me!"

Alfred turned stiffly and widened his eyes, "Young Master." ”

He sighed and pulled a carefully wrapped film strap from the pocket of his delicate suit. "A month ago, a lawyer from Montgoriga approached me and told me I might be interested in this thing. The owner of the film was a woman from the Far East, that mysterious and vast country. ”

With that, Alfred cautiously glanced up at Bruce.

The lawyer said that the owner of the film asked him to send it to the designated address after her death. But he was horribly coerced and never fulfilled his duty. For three years he could not stand the condemnation of his conscience, so he gave it to us. ”

"In addition to this roll of film, there is also a hair that has been preserved at the roots."

"I have already helped the young master to do a good job of genetic matching in advance, judging from the results...... In a biological sense, you are the father of this boy. ”

Bruce. Wayne's body stiffened.

There was no smile on his face, and he was not at all happy with the news, and swept coldly over the old butler.

So?

When he was most sad and guilty, Alfred, you tell me that I still have a biological son left outside?

So what is Damien?

What is my strange son?

How can he replace my Damien!

Alfred played the film, and a beautiful Asian intellectual woman popped up in it, with a charm and beauty that white women did not have, and her eyes were like the surface of a spring breeze lake, which made people swallow their saliva.

The woman coldly turned to Bruce. Wayne swears sovereignty.

They did work together in a laboratory in Tibet, China, and even had a good relationship, but the child was his, and the child had an adoptive father who loved him very much, and he didn't need a ruthless man to care about him at all.

I sent this film just out of kindness to tell a Bruce. Wayne: He has a child.

Click~

The film stops.

Bruce. Wayne felt a pain in his head, and he clutched at his brain, trying to get all the slaps out of his mind. He only wanted Damian now, only for the poor child.

"Okay, I'll go find him. But Alfred is not now, at least until I finish destroying Leviathan. ”

"Alfred, he has an adoptive father, doesn't he? We have other things to do now. ”

Alfred was distressed by Master Bruce, "But...... As far as I know, his adoptive father died in a gang fight three years ago. Now the child has been adopted by his uncle, but according to child protection organizations, the child has been away from home 12 times in six months. ”

"And the last time, he hasn't been back until now."

"In other words, the child has been living on the streets since he was seven years old."

Bruce. Wayne looked up in disbelief.

Alfred said: "Luckily, our little Ian didn't have bad luck. I've had a couple of private detectives go over and investigate little Mr. Ian, and in the past three years, he has survived for some reason, and in a sense, is alive and well. ”

"Unfortunately ......"

Bruce. Wayne took the document from the butler, and he flipped through it, and it only took a few pages to change his face.

Stealing, fighting, brawling......

He actually squatted in the detention center for a month!

Those two brief detentions, I won't talk about him.

God, Batman actually has a criminal son.

Butler Alfred spread his hands, "Young Master, it seems that we must bring Mr. Eton back as soon as possible. ”