Chapter 115 · Extra 3

5.

The little Messiah buried his head in his food and whimpered, his short legs dangling under the dining chair because they couldn't touch the ground.

Alfred gently wiped away his tears and looked down at the little Messiah with a smile.

After Messiah's death, he never thought that there would be a day when he would see Messiah and Bruce sitting together for dinner again.

Alfred still remembers what happened that day. Bruce solemnly asked him to prepare dinner for the family and said that he would definitely bring the Messiah home.

He believed in Bruce and believed that the Messiah would want to come home.

At that time, Alfred was preparing lobsters in the kitchen with a smile on his face and easily ordered the menu for tonight. Suddenly, a warm golden light that seemed to be able to melt people suddenly shone into the kitchen through the window.

Alfred was stunned and his finger was scratched by the knife in his distracted state. However, the pain in his finger was no match for the sudden uneasiness in his heart.

what happened?

Alfred wondered why the Messiah suddenly used his powers?

While he was in a daze, a golden rain suddenly fell in the room. The rain wet his gray hair, the wounds on his fingertips, and also penetrated into his body through his skin.

The golden rain healed Alfred's wounds and restored his body functions that had been weakened by old age, and then disappeared as silently as it had come.

Later, Master Bruce returned to Wayne Manor alone, once again bringing both good and bad news to Alfred.

He had one grandson back from the dead, but had lost another.

Alfred still remembered Bruce's expression at the time. Emotions such as heaviness, fatigue, pain, and regret were intertwined on his young master's face.

"The Messiah is dead, and there's nothing left of him." Bruce said hoarsely, "...I killed him."

From that day on, the Wayne family was completely broken.

Not only Master Bruce, but Master Dick also thought so, believing that they had killed the Messiah.

Alfred was deeply impressed by those memories.

Bruce threw himself into the reconstruction of the Earth, trying to use work to eliminate the pain in his heart, but he would often pause when his eyes fell on a familiar corner of the Batcave, and then look away as if he was pricked.

When Dick returned to Wayne Manor, he would laugh and tell puns as usual to dispel the shadow hanging over the manor, but Alfred often saw Dick silent and gloomy like a pale shadow when he was alone.

And Jason...

Jason never returned home again. Only occasionally, he would climb in through the window to see Alfred, and then leave in the same hurry as when he came.

Alfred once persuaded Jason to go home, but after Jason confided his inner thoughts to him, he never mentioned it again.

"Afu." Jason's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of awakening the soul of the dead. "I can't go back here. There are too many traces of Messiah and I left here."

"The manor, I mean Wayne Manor. It's like a tombstone carrying memories to me. I can't help but think of the Messiah when I see it."

"I'm sorry, Alfred," Jason whispered. "I never hated Bruce. I was grateful to him. I even loved him."

"But I can't come back here... until time makes me forget all this."

Alfred thought that Master Jason had always had a good memory. More than ten years had passed, and he still hadn't returned home.

Damian initially refused to return to Wayne Manor.

"You killed him. I don't believe my brother would seek death!" Damian fiercely resisted Bruce. "He promised me he would come back. He never breaks a promise!"

Damian believed that it was Master Bruce and his men who used conspiracy to kill Master Messiah, and he broke with Master Bruce for a time, swearing to never set foot in Wayne Manor.

But as time passed, Damian became more mature, he returned to Wayne Manor, and his relationship with Bruce gradually eased.

Alfred didn't know what Damian was thinking. He occasionally saw Damian looking at Bruce with admiring eyes, and occasionally saw Damian sitting on the sofa and silently reading "The Little Prince".

Tim was perhaps the calmest of them all, having never been around Messiah as a family, but perhaps he was also the most paranoid.

He once joined the resistance in order to awaken the Messiah, and now firmly believes that the Messiah is not dead.

"He won't die." Tim had explained to them that he wasn't crazy. "With the strength Messiah showed, he wouldn't run out of energy just from healing everyone. I'm more inclined to believe he went to another world, or another point in time."

No one believed Tim, but he never gave up his research on the parallel world.

...Now that I think about it, Master Tim's idea was correct.

Alfred's mind drifted away from his memories, and he looked down at the little Messiah who was concentrating on eating, and thought to himself.

Master Messiah was indeed not dead, and he had indeed gone to a parallel world as Master Tim said.

Very good.

Alfred wiped away his tears again. He was not a very sentimental person, but he couldn't help crying at this moment.

The return of the Messiah gave him hope that everyone could return home.

That’s really great.

Unnoticed by Alfred, the little Messiah's eating speed became slower and slower, and his movements became stiffer and stiffer.

Why does Ah Fu in this world look at him like this, ah.

It's as if he's dead...

Little Messiah felt like he had a thorn in his back. He shifted his butt restlessly on the dining chair, feeling itchy all over.

He was almost unable to help but look down to see if he had turned into a ghost.

Everyone in this world is so scary, from Dad to Big Bad Dick to Alfred, everyone is so weird.

Little Messiah poked his fork at his plate of spaghetti, his mind racing with horror movies he'd seen on family night.

He, he remembered a horror movie like this, where a family's child died, and in order to revive the dead child, they adopted a... a little girl who looked similar to their child.

And then...then they sacrificed the little girl in exchange for their dead child.

The little Messiah's face turned pale and bloodless, and he began to tremble all over.

Dick and the others in this world wouldn't think just like that, sacrificing him in exchange for their dead family members.

The little Messiah's hand holding the fork trembled slightly.

Woo…

No, he doesn't want to be sacrificed.

If this world is really a second world, he and the dead Messiah are the same person after rounding off. Don't sacrifice him.

Don't sacrifice him, sacrifice the bad Dick.

Little Messiah felt that the baked lobster on the plate was not so delicious. Could this be his execution meal?

Woo.

This world is so scary, he wants to go home, woooo.

"Master Messiah, do you need me to remove the plates for you?"

Alfred noticed that the little Messiah had stopped eating and leaned over to ask the little Messiah patiently.

The little Messiah shuddered instantly and shook his head quickly.

"No, no need." The little Messiah choked up. What if the last meal was removed and he was about to be sacrificed? "I'm not full yet..."

Alfred raised his eyebrows as he looked at the trembling appearance of the little Messiah.

He had never seen Master Messiah show such an expression. Compared to the Master Messiah in the past who always tried hard to pretend to be mature, the current Master Messiah was more like a pure child.

But this is not bad.

Alfred's eyes softened. If he became a child, Master Messiah would probably no longer consider humans his responsibility.

The little Messiah felt Alfred's much softer gaze, and trembled as he accepted Alfred's head rub, not daring to resist.

Although rubbing his head would prevent him from growing taller, his life was more important than not growing taller.

Woo.

If he rebelled against Ah Fu in this world, he might be captured and sacrificed.

The little Messiah was in tears.

6.

Is he really my brother?

Damian observed the changing expressions on the little Messiah's face and once again raised his soul-searching question in his heart.

Could my brother have such a cute, cough, weak side?

A huge shadow appeared in front of the little Messiah who was concentrating on eating his last meal.

The little Messiah trembled and looked up, only to see Damian, who had transformed into a giant, pinching his cheek expressionlessly, then hurried away expressionlessly.

?

Little Messiah was confused.

Is Damian in this world a little bit (gestures) brainy?

Is this the legendary fact that IQ is inversely proportional to height?

Little Messiah suddenly was able to accept his height as he grew older.

If growing taller meant losing his brain, he might as well leave this opportunity to Damian.

The little Messiah imagined in his mind that Damian had grown into a little giant with dull eyes and drooling, while he, now smarter, stood beside the idiot Damian with his hands on his hips and laughed loudly.

It seems not bad, hehehe.

The little Messiah suddenly started to giggle, and Damian, who was observing the little Messiah in the shadows, couldn't help but twitch his lips.

If he is really his brother, can he take away someone's intelligence after coming back from the dead?

Damian wondered, why didn't Todd become an idiot? He was willing to sacrifice Todd's intelligence in exchange for his brother's.

After all, Todd is an idiot himself, and becoming a real idiot won't affect anything.

Jason Todd, who was riding a motorcycle, suddenly sneezed in the wind.

7.

The little Messiah was terrified.

The little Messiah was particularly frightened.

Little Messiah was super terrified.

His hands were placed obediently on his knees, his back was straight and his expression was serious, and his eyes were staring at the TV without blinking, as if the children's program on it was very attractive to him.

Next to him was Timothy Drake, who was looking at him with a smile on his face.

Tim has had this expression ever since he met the little Messiah, which makes the little Messiah, who has always been stared at by him with a smile, frightened.

You have to know that in his world, once Tim shows this expression, he is definitely thinking of something bad...

Little Messiah trembled and didn't dare to look at Tim. He pretended that he particularly liked the children's program on TV, which was aimed at children aged 3-5 years old. He was afraid that if he made eye contact with Tim, he would become the target of Tim's evil plan.

As long as he didn't look at Tim, Tim's bad ideas wouldn't get to him.

The little Messiah silently brainwashed himself in his heart.

Damian walked out from the corner with an expressionless face, glanced at Tim who was sitting next to the little Messiah with an expressionless face, rubbed the little Messiah's head with an expressionless face, and lurked back to the corner with an expressionless face.

Damian didn't plan to have any more contact with the Little Messiah until he had compared all the differences between the Little Messiah and the Messiah and found a way for the Little Messiah to stay.

The more contact you have, the more painful it will be when you separate.

Damian leaned against the wall silently, with his arms folded over his chest, staring at the little Messiah. Unconsciously, he had believed that the little Messiah was his resurrected brother.

but……

It seems my brother's IQ was a little off when he was resurrected.

Damian thought as he watched the children's program on TV and the little Messiah who was enjoying watching the children's program.

If Little Messiah knew that Damian would think he was a fool because of this, he would probably grab Damian's collar... Oh no, he couldn't grab that, so he grabbed Damian's sleeve and explained angrily.

How could he possibly watch such a childish children's program? It was obvious that Tim next to him was too scary!

She didn't say a word from the moment they met, just kept smiling and looking at him. Anyone would be scared, okay?!

Tim looked at the little Messiah with a smile, as if through the little Messiah's figure, he saw the Messiah who seriously extended his hand and introduced himself to him.

"Nice to meet you, Timothy."

Tim said in his heart: Welcome back, Messiah.

At this time, Jason, who wanted to see the Messiah the most, was still on his way on a motorcycle.

【Author’s words】

Let's deduct 1 for Jason's speed

Day 6 failed, Day 4500 also failed... I hate

I didn't expect the extra chapter to be so slow to write, maybe because it's a bit disconnected from the main text. I'll try harder in a couple of days.