Chapter 104: Talking about the Day After

1.

My name is Messiah Ack-Wayne, I am 1 year old, and I live and work as a baby in Wayne Manor, just northeast of Gotham.

I sleep until eight in the morning, only drink milk for meals, and only taste the complementary food lightly. I go to bed at eight in the evening and sleep for twelve hours every day.

Before going to bed, I must listen to the bedtime story my father told me through the communicator during his night patrol. The background sound of the story is often mixed with the screams of a few gangsters. At the same time, I punch and kick the air in the crib for 20 minutes, and then fall asleep immediately. I can sleep through the night every day, and never leave fatigue and stress to the next day. Ah Fu always says that I am normal.

Messiah yawned expressionlessly, turned over in the crib in a daze, and kicked Dick, who was about to get close to him and was covered in sweat and odor.

"Hahahahaha, I can't kick him." Dick nimbly grabbed Messiah's short legs and waved his hand with a smile, "Xiao Mi, you have to eat well and don't be picky. The price of being picky is that your legs are too short and you can't kick him at all, hahahaha."

Dick's hearty laughter was like a devilish sound. Messiah turned over with his short legs and an expressionless face. He grabbed the Robin doll on the bed and threw it hard at Dick who was mocking him mercilessly.

The Robin doll spun lightly in the air, and then, amid Dick's laughter that seemed to burst through the ceiling, it hit Messiah's stomach, even bouncing a few times on his round belly.

Messiah hated this weak and powerless body. He rolled his eyes weakly - but did not move because he lacked control over his body. He bit the pacifier angrily, closed his eyes and thought, "Out of sight, out of mind."

Looking at Messiah who seemed to be falling asleep again, Dick's laughter gradually subsided. He looked at the child who was hugging the Batman doll obediently with soft eyes, and tiptoed to the head of the crib.

The warm touch touched Messiah's forehead and then left. Messiah closed his eyes and heard Dick whisper with a smile in his ear, "Sweet dreams, little Mi", and then he left silently like he came.

When I grow up...I must...

Messiah was drowsily thinking about his revenge plan when he grew up, but a familiar sleepiness came over his head and his thoughts were instantly interrupted by sleepiness.

I must...I must...take revenge...

The Messiah fell asleep.

Batman walked softly into the nursery and stopped in front of the crib, pausing to gaze quietly at his sleeping child.

Bruce Wayne pulled off the bat mask. After a night of patrol, his handsome face was full of fatigue, but when he saw the Messiah sleeping peacefully, his eyes softened unconsciously.

He gently took off his gloves, walked forward to tuck the corners of the quilt for the sleeping Messiah, and then fell into deep thought.

Bruce held out his hand to Messiah with a serious expression.

AKA Batman picked up the Batman doll that was kicked onto the bed by Messiah, who had a bad sleeping posture, as if nothing had happened, stuffed it back into Messiah's arms with a serious face, nodded with satisfaction, and then left happily.

Messiah subconsciously hugged the Batman doll in his arms while he was sleeping, and the Robin doll was unknowingly pressed under his legs.

Alfred walked in quietly and walked out quietly. Ace followed Alfred with his head held high. The bat dog who successfully protected his little master's sleep for a night was well-known for his merits.

"Today's breakfast time needs to be postponed by an hour. Master Messiah seems to have not gotten enough sleep last night."

Alfred said calmly, "This is the third time this month he's fallen back asleep after waking up. Do you have anything to say, Ace?"

Ace, who held his head high, lowered his ears. He looked at Alfred with his puppy eyes guiltily and woofed very quietly.

It didn't mean to play with its little master in the middle of the night...

Ace nudged Alfred's calf in a flattering manner. Today, the bat dog was a bad dog who failed to protect his little master's sleep and even helped the evil.

Alfred sighed silently, but the smile on his face betrayed his mood.

Okay, let me introduce myself again.

My name is Messiah Ake-Wayne, I am one year old, and although I wake up at eight o'clock in the morning most of the time, sometimes my nocturnal instincts kick in and I secretly stay up late as a baby, so I occasionally get up at noon.

Ah Fu disagreed with this, but Ace said I was normal.

2.

"My name is Messiah and I am five years old."

The little Messiah lay on the big table, holding the pen carefully and writing a crooked line in the diary.

"But I'm not just five years old. I've lived three lives, so the total should be..."

The little Messiah bit the pen and thought for a while, but his empty brain couldn't figure out any number, so he had to start counting on his fingers.

"Super Silver, one year, Jason nine sticks... Baba Tou Shi seven, seven days."

The little Messiah counted his fingers carefully. He first raised one finger, then raised nine fingers 1, 2, 3,..., 8, 9, and found that he had used up all his fingers.

"Ke-Kesu still has seven days and five sleeps!"

The pen in Little Messiah's mouth fell onto the table with a clatter, and his eyes rimmed.

Obviously, the Messiah has been assimilated into this childish body to the age he should be, and his thinking ability has completely regressed to that of a child.

"What should I do?!"

Little Messiah was extremely anxious because Bruce was going to check his homework in the afternoon. He should have finished writing his diary yesterday, but he was secretly playing games with Jason and forgot the time.

Just when the little Messiah was getting anxious, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the Nightwing doll Dick had given him on the desk. Something flashed through his mind, and his eyes lit up instantly.

Dick asked Uncle Clark to help him with his homework, so I can also ask Uncle Clark to help me with math.

And I'm just counting, that's not cheating!

The little Messiah said seriously: "Super silver, hilp."

Uncle Clark didn't respond.

The little Messiah frowned, cleared his throat, and said again: "Super silver, herp."

Superman still didn't respond.

Little Messiah was unhappy and didn't understand why Uncle Clark refused to respond to him. Could it be that he knew that he was going to cheat a little?

"Super silver, hirp—" The little Messiah prayed to the air, closed his eyes and made a wish devoutly, "Bai Toli, Uncle Kraken, just a shrimp."

The big bad Clark still refused to respond.

The little Messiah opened his eyes angrily, stared at his ten fingers for a while, and suddenly his gaze fell on the little feet in slippers.

Just as his evil hand was about to take action, the little Messiah suddenly heard a knock on the bedroom door. His eyes lit up, and he suddenly jumped up from the chair and ran towards the bedroom door in his slippers.

The little Messiah opened the door and saw Jason holding a tray of cookies. It was as if he saw a hero wearing a bat armor and driving a Batmobile to save him.

He looked up at Jason, who looked confused, with sparkling eyes, and automatically cast a golden filter on the back of Jason's head.

"Jason!" The little Messiah opened his mouth and smiled flatteringly, his gaping front teeth particularly conspicuous. His voice almost broke with excitement, "Come in quickly—"

Jason tried hard not to laugh and not look at Messiah's leaky front teeth. He pretended that Messiah's voice was normal and walked in with a stern face.

The little Messiah dog poked its head out of the room and looked around. After confirming that there was no one around, it slammed the door shut.

Outside the door, Bruce, who was clinging to the ceiling, jumped down as if nothing had happened. He looked at Dick, who was hanging stealthily on the chandelier, and they turned on the bug in unison.

“Sizzle, sizzle—”

Inside the door, the little Messiah ran back to the desk, pushed Jason onto the chair, and handed him a cookie in a flattering manner.

Jason caught a glimpse of the eavesdropping device hidden in the glasses of the Nightwing doll. He bit off the whole cookie with a roar, and thought of all the sad things in his life, and then he managed to keep a straight face.

The little Messiah swallowed painfully, but remembering Bruce's disapproving look, he closed his eyes and pretended not to see the little cookie being sacrificed in Jason's bloody mouth.

Woo woo woo, poor little sweetie, just go, I will remember your efforts!

"Alright." Jason swallowed the cookie in one gulp and cleared his throat. "Tell me what you want from me."

The little Messiah punched Jason's shoulder ingratiatingly - unable to reach it, he had no choice but to change his target as if nothing had happened and punched Jason's forearm ingratiatingly.

"Do the math." The little Messiah blinked. "I don't want to say anything. One plus nine, um, plus five, how much does it mean?"

"Also."

Little Messiah counted on his fingers. He was now five years and 120 days old, so...

"Also, there's 120 plus 7!"

Jason pinched his arm wildly and went over the saddest thing in his life in his mind three times before he controlled the urge to laugh out loud.

Dick, who had mocked Messiah before, had been completely blocked by Messiah, and he didn't want to follow in the footsteps of Dickhead.

"Well," Jason cleared his throat. "Let me teach you. First..."

"Tonic medicine!" Little Messiah was anxious, "I'm going to rush to the silk room!"

The homework is due in the afternoon, and we can deal with math and other things later. He needs to make up for this first!

Jason waved his hand. "Okay, okay. The first one is 15, and the second one is 127. Just write it down according to my calculations."

The little Messiah repeated: "It is like five, and one hundred is like seven..."

He nodded, tried hard to remember the number Jason said, and then he didn't hesitate to cross the river and demolish the bridge and drive Jason out.

"Why are you kicking me out before I can finish the calculation for you, Messiah."

Jason complained as he pressed against the door, then received a disdainful look from the little Messiah.

The little Messiah put his hands on his hips and said, "It's in my smile, and it never stops."

He was so perceptive that how could he not realize that Jason was laughing at him? He was just enduring humiliation to get the point across.

"Hey, Jason is an idiot." The little Messiah stuck out his tongue, then suddenly looked up at the ceiling and chandelier and said mercilessly, "Dad and Dick are idiots too!"

Bruce, who was clinging to the ceiling, jumped down as if nothing had happened, and Dick, who was hanging on the chandelier, landed with a wry smile.

"Hi, Xiao Mi." Dick raised his right hand. "Long time no see, you missed me..."

The door slammed shut, and the little Messiah returned to his seat angrily.

Outside the door, Bruce, Dick and Jason looked at each other, and finally, driven away by Alfred, they scattered like birds and beasts... no, like bats.

The little Messiah lay on the table, biting a cookie and continued writing.

"But I'm not just five years old, I've lived three lives, which adds up to 15 years and 127 days.

There are many people in my family, Dad, Alfred, Jason, Aunt Kate, Sister Barbara, Ace, and Stupid Dick.

Dad is my favorite person, and I like Batman the most, he is my favorite superhero!

Addendum: I also like Superman and Wonder Woman, but now I don’t like Uncle Clark anymore, I hate him.

Of course, I’m not bad either. I’m the savior!

Ah Fu is even more powerful than Dad. I often see Dad become smaller than me in front of Ah Fu. I like Ah Fu's cookies and lamb chops, but Ah Fu won't let me eat too much, saying that I'm losing my teeth.

Jason is nominally my brother, but I'm actually much older than him, so he should be the one calling me brother! It's always like this!

Ace often plays with me. He is a good dog, but sometimes he is a bad dog. I want to sneak out of Wayne Manor, but Ace will stop me.

…

As for Dick, he was a total idiot. He ate my cookies, acted like a ghost in my bedroom at night, put Nightwing stickers on my face, took me and Barbara out but only played with Barbara and not me, and…

Anyway, the person I hate most in this family is Dick!

That’s all.

(By the way, I calculated the numbers myself, without asking anyone for help. Jason didn't help me at all. Dad, you have to believe me.

This is really my own calculation.

It really is.)

【Author’s words】

The character design of Messiah in the third round has been uploaded in the character design column (maybe it’s a bit off), and Tim and Damian’s character design cards have been added to the supporting role column. Interested little angels can go and check it out——

By the way, can I beg for some moonstones? [Please][Please] I heard that the author column of the app can now airdrop moonstones. Can I beg for some? Wow, I exchanged 12 image hosts for uploading pictures for Messiah, 500 moonstones per image host, and I don’t have any moonstones left [crying][crying][crying]

The poor author shamelessly begs for moonstones online [please][please][poorly] begging for help from the generous little angel [burst into tears][burst into tears][burst into tears]