"If I'm not mistaken, you're Dean Sasston, Gotham's top magic genius."

Bruce said to Dean with a smile.

"There have been several times when I have wanted to go to the Gotham Theatre to see your performances, but each time I was delayed by other things, and when I had the chance, I heard that you were no longer performing in public."

"Yes, I did not perform on stage for two years because I wanted to focus on life and learning."

Dean nodded.

"I've seen the replays of some of your magic shows, and it's amazing to be at such a high level at your age, and I even think you could have caught up with Zatana a few years ago."

Bruce naturally struck up a conversation with Dean, who couldn't find any unusual look on his face, as if he was just a very negotiable rich man, no different from anyone else, and even more so than the taciturn Batman.

Dean knew very well in his heart that the difference between the man in front of him and ordinary people was not ordinary.

To be honest, he wasn't sure if he should talk to Bruce or not, and if he missed any information, he was afraid that his identity would be lost, but not speaking was obviously more of a problem.

As the saying goes, the more people try to deliberately hide something, the more likely it is to be discovered.

So Dean decided to just be himself, not to think carefully about what to say and what not to say in every sentence, but to say whatever comes to mind, as natural as he wants.

Anyway, if he says the wrong thing, he can't suddenly say "Hey, Mr. Wayne, I think you look a lot like Batman", or "You know what, Mr. Wayne, I'm actually the thief Kidd".

"You've won the prize, Mr. Wayne, Miss Zatana has perfectly inherited the talent of Master Zatana, and I have had the pleasure of seeing her perform on stage a few times, and her magic skills are far superior to mine, and even the simplest magic tricks have become as magical as real magic in Miss Zartana's hands."

In short, in the face of Bruce's compliment, Dean shook his head self-deprecatingly and said, "Compared to her, I am like a beginner who has just started practicing magic." ”

"Modesty is a good quality, young man, but excessive modesty is not necessary."

Bruce smiled and said.

"Hey! Hey! How long are you going to talk? I thought you were all here to visit me. ”

At this time, Barbara on the hospital bed suddenly opened her mouth and pouted.

"Oops, I suddenly remembered that I forgot something important."

Dean slapped his head, spread his empty hands, and said in annoyance, "How can you come to visit the sick empty-handed?" ”

"It's okay, after all, you only learned about this from the library, and I was pleasantly surprised to be able to come and have a look."

Barbara smiled nonchalantly.

"That's not going to work."

Dean touched his chin and thought about it, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"There it is! How about some fruit? Barbara, do you like oranges? Or strawberries? ”

"It's going to start again, I know what you want to do, it's magic time, right?"

Dick next to him said with an expression that he had known to be like this.

"I said Dean, if you've got the fruit ready, just take it out, though I don't know where you hid the oranges or strawberries."

"Shut up, Dick!"

Barbara said angrily, then looked at Dean with interest.

"Dean, magicians usually prepare props in advance when performing magic tricks, so ...... I choose blueberries. ”

After saying that, the corners of Barbara's mouth rose slightly, looking forward to Dean's next move.

Bruce smiled and watched the young men playing, and did not speak, just stood quietly on the sidelines, not knowing what to think.

Kassandra, at the back, looked at the people in the ward in confusion.

She doesn't speak and doesn't know the language, and by 'not knowing the language' means that she can't understand what is being said.

Although she was not hard of hearing, and even better than the average person, Kassandra could not understand any language.

The reason why Kassandra is still able to communicate with others normally is that she has an extraordinary technique - reading people's body language.

The swing of the hands, the movement of the legs, the shaking of the body, the movement of the head, the opening and closing of the mouth, the opening and closing of the eyes...... All actions of the human body reveal information invisibly, and Kassandra is the being who can read this information.

As long as a person's body is moving, Kassandra can tell what the other person wants to say or do by reading his body language.

To a certain extent, it can even achieve the general prediction of anticipating enemy aircraft.

This kind of bug technique, which is almost comparable to superpowers, seems to be perfect, but in fact it is also very flawed, because Kassandra can't read his body language if the other person's body doesn't move.

And, when she reads some strange information, Kassandra can't understand the implications.

For example, what Dean and others just said - magic.

Kassandra had not seen a magic show since she was born, and she had never been exposed to magic since she was nine years old.

It may seem strange to say, but she really didn't know what 'magic' was, and she didn't know what Dean wanted to do.

"Blueberry, that's a bit of a problem...... But it doesn't matter, magicians are born to do the impossible. ”

Hearing Barbara's choice, Dean first touched the back of his head in distress, and then changed his words and said confidently.

He walked over to the cabinet next to the bed, pushed some of the clutter aside, and then commanded Dick.

"Dick, please find an airtight handkerchief or silk cloth."

"Tsk, you're really good at sending people."

Dick rolled his eyes.

That being said, he took the initiative to help Dean find props.

A white handkerchief.

"Mr. Wayne."

At this time, Dean called out Bruce's name and smiled, "I am honored that you just said that you have always wanted to watch me perform magic tricks live, so I would like to invite you to complete this magic trick with me." ”

"Oh?"

Bruce smiled playfully and reminded Dean, "I forgot to tell you that I studied with Master Zatara for a while when I was young, and Zatana's talent was not as good as mine, so aren't you afraid that I will expose your magic on the spot?" ”

"Then I'll have to ask Mr. Wayne to raise his noble hand and let me go."

Dean shrugged helplessly and said.

Seeing that Dean had said this, Bruce came to Dean and asked curiously, "What do you need me to do, Master Suston?" ”

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