Not surprisingly, the old man once again sent an invitation to Mason, counting the "temptation" outside the Black Gate Prison, this should be the second invitation from the Bat family.

But Mason immediately refused.

He has more and more things on his body now, he really doesn't dare to work with the best detective in the world, and most importantly, Mason strongly believes that Batman should not have completely let go of his doubts about himself by now.

It's not that the old man doesn't trust himself.

It is determined by the suspicious nature of the old man.

He and Dachao have such a good relationship both at work and in private, don't they always update their "anti-superman tactical plan"?

In fact, Mason's understanding is that having a folder with his name written on it in Batman's private database is the way to truly gain the trust of the master.

"I'm sorry, Bruce, and once again, I'm flattered by the invitation from the Bat Family, but I really don't think I'm fit to be one of you."

Mason, who was sitting on the hospital bed, sighed, and he said half-truthfully:

"For one thing, my style of conduct is indeed inconsistent with your "don't kill" rule, and of course, I'm not dissatisfied with your code.

It is always better to be a human being with a bottom line and a standard than to live like a beast without constraints.

But I'm just used to being spontaneous."

He raised his head and looked at Batman seriously, and said the second reason:

"Second, after going through what happened to Jason and Barbara, frankly, the Bat Family gave me a hint of... Fear. The way you get along with each other seems very "strange" to an outsider like me.

Always hurt each other as a way to deepen each other's feelings and bonds.

You may all be walking "traumatic aggregates", but as far as I'm concerned, I still want to live a more relaxed life.

After all, the first seventeen years of my life were dark enough.

Now I know that my father, who has abused me for so long, is not my father, which makes me relaxed and sad."

Speaking of this, Mason whispered:

"When it comes to 'fathers,' you really should take a moment to think about what you did to Robin and Batgirl, Bruce.

You may think it's your own family's business, but to me, an outsider, you're doing too badly on both of these things.

You know what they need, but you're just stingy and don't want to give.

Always rewarded with occasional tenderness...

That's not the right way to raise a child."

In the face of Mason's complaints, Batman standing in the shadows was silent.

No one could see the master's state of mind and thoughts at this time from his expressionless posture, he was like a cold iron forged in the night, closing all his mental activities in the eyes of others.

He has become accustomed to facing the changing and cruel world with this attitude.

Even Mason feels that no matter how happy and relaxed the place is, once Batman appears, it will immediately turn serious and cold.

"With all that said, I think it's good that we maintain this relationship."

Mason let out a sigh of relief, spread his hands and said to Batman:

"We can work together and help each other occasionally. I have your contact information, you also have mine, and for now, the relationship in "business" is enough to this step.

Of course, if Gotham Tycoon Bruce Wayne is willing to invite me to the evening at Wayne Manor, I'll make sure I'll be dressed in my best clothes and ready to show up."

"If it's your choice, then I'll keep the invitation."

The old man nodded, and said without sorrow or joy.

Seeing him turn to leave, Mason rolled his eyes and said:

"Actually, you're giving this invitation to the wrong person, Bruce, and there's a boy by your side who needs it more than I do."

Batman's footsteps stopped, and he looked back at Mason.

The young man shrugged his shoulders and said:

"I know that you, Afu and even Selena are anxious about Damien Wayne's mental state, and I will prepare some medicine for him as soon as possible that will calm his spirits and expel the remaining Lazarus Pool water from his body.

But it will take time.

After all, the water is a mysterious, evil and dark power, and as an alchemist, I need to experiment to understand its mysteries.

But in the meantime, you can do so much more for him than I do."

Mason paused, organized the language, and said:

"Damien would become the "little madman" he is now, not only because he grew up in the murderous place of Nandarbat, but also because he was severely lacking the right way to think and act.

No matter how strong he was, he was only twelve years old, no, eleven years old.

In a restless age that needs to be led by idols, who better in the world to be a role model for an adolescent son than a father?

You should have a fourth-generation Robin, Batman.

But it shouldn't be me.

Your son, Damien Wayne, clearly needs your help more.

Do it as both "Father" and "Batman."

Mason's words, especially the phrase about "father and son", struck Batman, and the part of his personality that belonged to Bruce Wayne was always easily drawn to this kind of topic.

Mason had personally confirmed this on the night he said goodbye to the Penguins.

It can be seen that the old man is hesitating and thinking.

After ten seconds of silence, he whispered:

"But he didn't seem to need my help, and when I was having dinner with him this morning, he picked up a knife and gave me a knife..."

"No, Damian just didn't know he needed help."

Mason corrected:

"His madman grandfather instilled in him the cruel wisdom of survival of the fittest, which made him accustomed to hiding his helplessness behind a tyrannical and cold-blooded exterior.

But he's just a kid, Bruce.

Just as when I was twelve years old, I treated my father with indifference to my drunken father who would beat me up like crazy, does my cold attitude to him mean that I don't need help from other people?

When you were a child...

After that night in Crime Alley, don't you need the help of your loved ones? It was Alfred and Gordon who helped you get through that difficult time.

Maybe it's time for you to help your son.

He's a piece of ice.

You're going to have to turn into a fire.

Bruce, it's not me saying that you're really too sluggish and stubborn in this regard."

"yes, who made me go eight years old without my parents? I've always been at a loss for family issues."

The old man actually told a faint cold joke for the first time, and Mason, who was choking and was frantically pouring chicken soup for the soul to the master, couldn't speak...

Think about it, how can he ask a man who has never enjoyed a normal family since he was a child, and likes to dress himself up like a bat to walk around the dark alleys at night, and his biggest hobby is to beat criminals into meat sauce with his bare hands, to understand what "warm family life" is?

The atmosphere in the hospital room became awkward.

Mason laughed dryly twice and said:

"Anyway, that's what I'm trying to say, Damien needs the right guide, and you need a Robin to help you.

It's a two-way street.

And I think Alfred will also support such a "parent-child activity" that seems strange, but is actually very much in line with the current situation of the Wayne family.

Also, I will find a way to help Barbara when I am discharged from the hospital.

You'd better stay out of the cracks lately, okay?"

"Hmm."

The old man nodded.

He swooped to the window and was in

When he turned into a bat and flew into the night, the old man looked back at Mason and said:

"The things you took from the Batcave—"

"I didn't take anything."

Mason immediately denied it:

"Even if you're the person I admire the most, you can't slander me out of thin air, and when I arrived at the collection room, a group of ninjas from the League of Assassins were looting there."

"I just wanted to tell you, Mason, that Fenrir Warframe prototype is tied to my DN."

The old man said quietly:

"You can hold it for a while, but I want it to be back to where it belongs after the Batcave is rebuilt. A young man as smart as you should understand why I kept them in the collection room instead of the weapons room."

With that, Batman jumped out of the fourth-floor window.

He flew into the night sky of Gotham in black shadow and landed in a precise somersault into a batfighter hovering and maintaining optical camouflage.

As for Mason.

He walked to the window, listened to the torrential rain and closed the window.

The young man's expression was rather peculiar at this time.

"So, what the Lord means is that the Fenrir armor he prepared for the other members of the Justice League must be returned, but can he pretend that the other stolen things didn't happen?

He's hinting...

No, he's encouraging me to study Wonder Woman's suit and superman's blood?

So as an alchemist, have my abilities been included in Batman's "anti-superman tactics" and "anti-Wonder Woman tactics"?

It's you, sir."

Mason quickly figured out the reason for this incident, and suddenly felt powerless to complain for Batman's bottomless scheming.

Although he didn't join the bat family, looking at this posture, the lord seems to have regarded himself as a "supernumerary member" like Selena.

He shrugged his shoulders and returned to the hospital bed, only to be stunned to find that a black and gold bat badge was sitting at the head of his bed, and he didn't even notice when the old man had put this thing there.

Mason picked it up and looked at it in his hand.

Honor Robin's pin

Quality: Excellent engineering and outstanding craftsmanship

Item Effects:

Contains the access code of the Batcave security defense system, the holder can enter the Batcave and obtain some permissions to the Bat Network, which can be used as the Batmobile startup key and unlock all the functions of the Batfighter when the permission is decentralized.

Note: This item contains an ultra-precise positioning and information gathering device.

Maker: Bruce Wayne

Item description: Congratulations on unlocking the hidden class "Robin", which can be changed at any time.

"This fucking gift has bugs and locators hidden in it!"

Mason looked at this thing and wanted to throw it down the toilet and flush it, and the little good feeling he had just raised for the old man disappeared in an instant.

He could only hold this emblem and look up to the sky and sigh, it was really too difficult to be Batman's friend.

But the troubled night isn't over yet.

Mason was grumbling in his hospital bed ready to take a break, he had been drinking vitality potions to keep himself energized to improve his crafting skills, and he hadn't slept for a long time.

I'm going to indulge myself tonight and experience what it's like to dream.

But he had just fallen asleep when he counted to 107 when the window was opened again, and Mason was so angry that he grabbed the fruit knife and threw it away.

Lv4's archery blessing made the throwing knife fast and fast, and it flew into the eyes of the guy who jumped into Mason's ward, and was slapped in front of him with a snap of his hands.

The trembling blade was less than two centimeters from the latter's eyes.

"It doesn't have to be like this, does it?"

Dick Grayson, who had changed back into a Nightwing uniform and was wearing a domino blindfold, sighed, put down the fruit knife in his hand, and said to Mason, who was glaring at him:

"I just wanted to say goodbye to you, Mason, I didn't mean anything else."

"Alright, the goodbye is over, you can get out."

Mason unceremoniously pointed to the door of the ward and said:

"Please go out this time!"

"Ugh"

The butt is very upturned, and the big young man with a great figure is embarrassed.

He put the fruit knife back on the bedside table, glanced at Mason, and whispered:

"Actually, it's not just about saying goodbye... Don't be angry, listen to me, I'm going back to Brudonhaven, I'm very touched by what happened in Gotham, and I need some time to convince myself to accept this upheaval.

Jason didn't die, and tried to kill us.

Barbara has done something wrong and now locks herself in her room with no one to see.

Bruce has an extra son, and that little bastard has a big opinion of me, and I went to talk to him at noon today, and he stabbed him three times with a hidden katana."

The young man who has always been gentle and cheerful will not be happy.

He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed:

"It's like everything turned upside down overnight, maybe I should be away for a few days, but I want to ask you for one thing before I leave.

I know you can do it."

"Shut up!"

Mason, who was expressionless, was really in no mood to enlighten Da Shao again.

He picked up Mr. Potter's magic notebook, wrote down a lot of materials, tore them out and threw them to Da Shao, then closed his eyes and lay on the bed.

Say:

"Go to the Seven Floors of Hell tavern near Miller Harbor and get these all these stuff in my shop, then get back to your Brookhaven.

At some point in the future, you may be able to meet a healthy girlfriend who can accompany you in kissing and hugging and holding high.

Now you can go, Grayson.

Please forgive me for being rude, but I really want to get a good night's sleep now, and there are still three hours before dawn, so please allow me to have a sweet dream, okay?"

Mason didn't say exactly what the materials were, but Grayson's eyes lit up.

He put the piece of paper in his pocket and whispered goodnight to Mason, then pushed the door open and walked out.

Mason, lying on the bed, yawned.

He can finally fall asleep...

"Doodoo"

The damn flip phone rang, causing the young man to grab it and look at it angrily, then connect the communication and shout over there:

"Your son will learn from Batman, I've done what I promised you, I gave up my Robin spot to Damian! Hell, but if you keep arguing me until I go to sleep at this wicked time, I guarantee he won't live to live to his next birthday! Don't think that the waters of the pool of Lazarus are omnipotent!"

There was silence for a few seconds, and then a very magnetic woman's voice sounded.

Lady Talia, Damian's birth mother and Master of the League of Assassins and temporary leader, will be standing on the docks in Miller Harbor, Gotham City.

In the rainstorm night, she was protected by an umbrella to shield herself from the rain, and slowly boarded a yacht with high heels.

With the respectful salute of the black-clad warriors around her, she stepped into the cabin and said to the other end of the phone:

"Well, I want to thank you, Mason Cooper."

"As a personal thank you to the Assassin League and me, I have one more message for you... Mr. Sandstorm is not dead, he is still hiding in Gotham City.

I guess he'll go to you, Lord Mason, a member of the Stars."

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, and then Mason's voice rang out.

He said helplessly:

"Say, what do you want? A woman as cunning as a fox."

"The future of my son and my organization."

Talia did not hesitate and said:

"But we can talk about this later, and wait for our next meeting, Lord Mason, and take care of Damian for me in the meantime."