"You're Kidd the Thief."

Looking at Dean in front of her, Kassandra didn't show much surprise.

This means that her eyes didn't miss it from the start.

"Can you tell me why you're doing this?"

Kassandra's hands gestured in midair.

"You're just a thief, aren't you? What does saving the city have to do with you? ”

"Because a qualified performer needs to protect his audience."

Dean smiled and replied.

"There are so many people in the city who cheer and applaud my performance, and if I could have done something and still didn't do anything, I would be sorry for the audience."

"What's more," Dean paused, then continued, "Don't you think that the very absurd scene of a thief saving the city can make more people exclaim?" ”

Kassandra didn't quite understand what Dean said, not that she couldn't understand what Dean was saying, but that she didn't understand what Dean was trying to say.

"So...... Whether you're saving the city, or being the thief Kidd, it's all for the sake of people's amazement? ”

Kassandra frowned, "Is it so important to you to be amazed?" Does that make you feel satisfied? ”

"The details are a little bit different, but on the whole, they do."

Dean nodded frankly.

He didn't try to say some great reason to make himself have a more glorious image, as if he was a good person who violated the law on the surface but was kind-hearted.

Dean's night of running for Gotham wasn't meant to be pure kindness, and certainly not outright self-interest.

What's more, finding a reason for this kind of behavior is meaningless in front of Kassandra.

As the words fell, Kassandra was silent for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking.

"You...... Do you know what kind of abilities I have? ”

Suddenly, Kassandra asked, gesturing her hands.

"Pretty much, I know that there is a skill in the world that gives people the magical eye to see through the body, and that people who have this ability can read what others are saying even if they don't understand the language, and can easily do what a linguist can only dream of, which is to understand all the languages in the world, known or unknown."

At that moment, Dean took two steps closer to Kassandra, and looked at her in the eye.

"Do you remember when we first met in the Gotham Library, you said, 'You can read what I'm saying'? That sentence will reveal the skill you have mastered. ”

"Last time in your house, you swore that you weren't the thief Kidd, and I didn't tell that you were lying, and you can fool me in exactly the same way now, but you were honest with me and answered my questions calmly, why?"

Kassandra continued to ask, speaking with all seriousness.

Why did Dean's attitude change so dramatically?

"Sit down."

Dean said coldly.

“？”

Kassandra blinked, the topic had changed so much that she didn't react for a moment.

Dean, who was across from her, had found a clean place to sit cross-legged and was now waving to her.

"I think there's a lot more to talk about, and you haven't had a night off, haven't you, Kassandra? Sit down and say, this place won't be disturbed for a while. ”

Dean patted the floor at his side and motioned for Kassandra to sit down.

Kassandra hesitated, she didn't feel any obvious tiredness, just a few more days and nights, but she eventually sat down next to Dean.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes, Kassandra, last time I had to hide my identity from you anyway, it was because I was afraid, I was afraid that you were sent by Batman to test me, after all, you have such a good relationship with Barbara."

Dean chuckled softly, as he had thought when Kassandra first approached the door.

"If Batman had known that Kidd the Monster Rogue was Dean Suston, my life in Gotham would have been very troublesome, but now ......"

"I'm already fully convinced that you're not a member of the Bat family, so there's no need to force yourself to continue to hide it when you already know who I am, and even if I want to, I can't hide it."

Kassandra rested her chin in her hands, her eyes glazed over.

Dean revealed these secrets to her so recklessly, wasn't he afraid that he would turn around and run to Batman or GCPD to tell him?

Kassandra knew she couldn't do such a thing, but why did Dean put so much trust in her?

"I know you're asking me so many questions, but what I really want to ask is if I regret my criminal behavior, and if so, how can I remedy it?"

"At least until now, I have never regretted my actions, I ask myself that I have never intentionally hurt anyone, nor have I done a single unforgivable evil, and that Kidd the Thief is indeed a criminal who deserves to be punished, which even I agree with, but I still have a clear conscience."

Speaking of this, Dean shook his head slightly and said, "I can give you my answer, but that's just my answer, you may not get the answer you want." ”

Kassandra looked at Dean in a daze, not knowing what she was supposed to "say".

At this moment, Dean's face suddenly turned grim, and he said meaningfully: "Speaking of which, you left out a very important thing in my house last time. ”

“？”

Kassandra was shocked to hear this, she had missed something in Dean's house?

How is this possible, she has nothing to "miss" at all!

Suddenly, Kassandra's pupils contracted instantly.

I saw Dean take out a slender black hair out of nowhere, looked at her calmly and said, "You left a hair on the sofa." ”

"Kassandra, you don't know much about modern knowledge, but I think you know what DNA testing is, right?"

Dean lifted his hair and put it in front of Kassandra to take a closer look.

"With a little hair, you can find a lot of information, sorry to snoop on your privacy, but I already know your past."

Kassandra was shocked, and she could see that Dean was saying that he already knew his secret!

Dean knew all about her past training under her father, David Cain, and the fact that she had killed a man in ignorance when she was nine years old.

Recalling the scene when Fazur's carotid artery was easily slit open by her hand knife, blood splattered on his face, regret, guilt, fear, worry...... Countless negative emotions filled her heart.

Kassandra's small face suddenly turned pale, and her face was in disarray.

With a snap of the brush, Kassandra rose from the ground and was about to flee without saying a word.

However, before she could run a few steps, Dean grabbed her.

"It's useless to run away from the past!"

Dean shouted.

"Do you want to continue to live such a chaotic life?"

Kassandra was stunned as if she had been struck by lightning.

“…… No...... I don't want to. ”

A trembling voice rang out.

Kassandra turned, two lines of tears streaming down her eyes.

The voice just now came out of her mouth.

A look of surprise flashed in Dean's eyes.

Kassandra actually spoke just now!

Although he only spoke very short words, he spoke word by word, and his speech was rather strange, just like a baby who had just begun to learn to speak, and there was a clear feeling of babbling.

But she did speak, and Kassandra wasn't dumb.

"And so it was!"

This scene completely confirmed Dean's original guess that why David Cain did not let his daughter Kassandra learn the language was definitely not as simple as trying to train Kassandra to be a killing machine.

I'm afraid he deliberately didn't expose Kassandra to any language learning in order to train her skills, so that Kassandra couldn't even speak like a newborn baby.

Despite this, Kassandra was not truly mute, and her language center was not compromised, and after studying the language with the library for so long, she slowly began to speak.

However, it will take a long time to communicate with others like a normal person.

After stumbling three or two words, Kassandra closed her mouth and said no more, only silently looking up in front of Dean.

"I know what you're thinking, Kassandra, but unfortunately I can't show you the way forward."

Seeing this, Dean immediately stretched out a finger and pointed it to Kassandra's heart, and a soft touch came from his fingertips, but Dean didn't care, and continued to say solemnly.

"That's what you're asking! Only you know where you go from here. ”

Kassandra looked down at her heart.

"It's true that you killed someone, and you didn't know you were killing someone, and that's also true."

Dean continued, "It's a terrible thing to kill, and it's normal for you to feel upset and guilty about it, but you have to be clear that it's not entirely your fault, and don't put that much blame on yourself. ”

"David Cain trained you in the art of killing from a young age, but never taught you the nature of killing, and you didn't know what you were doing when you killed Fazure."

"I know that saying this doesn't ease the burden on your heart, but I still want to emphasize that the person who really killed Fazul was David Cain, and you were just a knife in David's hand! You have to be aware of this fact. ”

"Moreover, I have investigated Fazur's background, and this guy is not a good man, because the number of poor people who have died in his family is too many to count, and I would even like to say that he died well."

"Sometimes, doing bad things can also bring good results, but of course, the premise is that there is a sense of bearing the corresponding responsibility."

Such a deviant statement made Kassandra's heart suddenly complicated, in her simple cognition, she only knew that it was wrong to kill, but Dean seemed to affirm the killing she had committed when she was ignorant.

How can doing bad things end well?

Is Dean a bad guy?

Kassandra looked Dean up and down with mixed feelings, and finally shook her head inwardly, she didn't think Dean was a bad person.

"Your mind is full of confusion right now, it's nothing, I understand your feelings, Kassandra, so I have a proposal......"

Dean looked Kassandra in the eye and asked, "Do you want to try to do something bad with me first?" ”

Under Dean's gaze, Kassandra nodded thoughtfully.

——

"I think I've made it clear, Batman, I don't know the whereabouts of the boss, oh, it's the former boss now."

In Gotham, the Iceberg Club, O'Kilvi sat in his office chair with a kind smile on his face.

In front of him, a tall black figure stood like an abyss, and it was none other than Batman.

"You seem glad something happened to Copote, Ignatius O'Kilvie."

Batman said meaningfully.

"Happy? No, my heart is full of sadness, but you have to know that if a leader cries all the time, the team is bound to fail. ”

Okilvi pretended to sigh and said, "The boss asked me to preside over the overall situation before leaving, and I can't let him down." ”

Batman gave him a deep look, and instead of going deeper into the Penguin's question, he asked about something more important.

"There are clues that the killers of the human bat virus are closely related to the Iceberg Club, and I need an explanation...... Or a name. ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this, O'Kilvie's face suddenly changed, and he said solemnly: "Batman, don't say it casually if you don't have evidence." ”

"You're the guardian of this city, and I respect you from the bottom of my heart, so I'll tell you if you have any questions, but—"

Okilvie's face sank, and he said righteously: "This does not mean that you can issue baseless accusations against us!" The men in the Iceberg Club are all good citizens, and I will not allow you to wronged them wantonly! ”

"Your wounds heal quickly."

Batman said coldly.

"Huh?"

Okilvie didn't know why.

Before he could react, Batman burst into flames, grabbed O'Kilvie's head and pressed it on the table.

The force was so great that there was a muffled thud as O'Kilvie's forehead hit the table.

"I know that the Penguins kidnapped Francine Langstone and threatened Kurt with the original formula for the Human Bat Serum from him, do you want to say you don't know anything about it?"

Batman pressed Okilvie to the table with one hand, and then leaned into the latter's ear.

"I need, an explanation! Or, a name! ”

Boom!

Batman grabbed O'Kilvie's head again and slammed it down on the table again.

"I ...... I don't really know...... What are you talking about...... Who is Francine? ”

Okilvie, whose face was pressed against the table, struggled to speak, but he still insisted that he didn't know.

Batman stared at him for a moment, then let go of his hand.

O'Kilvi had just had a chance to catch his breath when Batman's hand reached out again.

(End of chapter)