Chapter 116 · Extra Four

8.

Little Messiah felt that the Wayne family in this world were all very strange. After entering Wayne Manor in this world, he himself became strange as well.

Is there some magic in Wayne Manor in this world that can make people become strange?

Little Messiah looked at his own reflection in the window in confusion. This was the third time he had been distracted after passing this window. Every time he came to his senses, he found himself standing here staring out the window in a daze for a long time.

It was as if someone was going to come in from here, and he stopped here, waiting for that person to go home.

Little Messiah couldn't understand this behavior and tried to walk around the window, but every time he seemed to be attracted by something and walked over there for some unknown reason.

...Could there be some ghost that can possess people here?

The little Messiah suddenly shuddered and hugged himself tightly, trembling.

"How terrible, wow." The little Messiah muttered to himself with tears in his eyes, "I must get Xuan back..."

At this moment, the roar of a motorcycle suddenly sounded outside the window. The little Messiah's words were suddenly stuck, as if he was being pulled by some existence, and he looked out the window in a trance.

With just one glance, the little Messiah saw him.

The man in the brown leather jacket quickly jumped off the motorcycle, skillfully climbed over the bushes, grabbed the windowsill with one hand and prepared to flip in.

But the man's attempt to climb through the window failed. He just looked at the closed window and was slightly stunned.

Yes, no one will open the window for me anymore.

Jason laughed at himself in his heart. Who knew if the news of the Messiah's resurrection was made up by the old man to deceive him? He actually ran back for an illusory possibility.

That's ridiculous.

Although Jason knew that Bruce would not lie to him about such things, negative emotions inevitably surged up when he saw the closed windows.

In the past, when he made his night rounds...home, Messiah would wait for him here, and when he grasped the windowsill and turned inward, Messiah would tacitly open the window.

For the sake of privacy, the windows of Wayne Manor are all one-way glass, which allows people from inside to see outside but prevents people from outside from seeing inside. However, Jason never hesitates to climb through the windows.

——Even if he couldn't see it, he knew that the Messiah would definitely be waiting for him here.

Jason laughed at himself and was about to let go of her hand and go through the main door, but at this moment, the window suddenly opened.

The white-haired boy stood in the window, looking down at Jason who was suddenly stunned.

Jason stared blankly at the familiar childish little face, as if he had been struck by lightning, and almost thought he was in a dream.

If it wasn't an illusory dream, how could he have seen the Messiah waiting for him?

"Messiah..." Jason subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to catch the phantom.

He was prepared for his hand to fail.

However, the phantom reached out to him and held his hand tightly.

"Jason." Phantom whispered, "I'm back."

“…You’re back.”

At this moment, Jason seemed to be in a dream, but when he felt the warm touch on his hand, he seemed to be living in reality.

In a trance, Jason exerted a little force on his hands and subconsciously wanted to use the force from Messiah to climb into the window.

Then……

The two of them fell down together.

The little Messiah fell heavily into Jason's arms, buried his head deep in Jason's chest, and refused to look up in anger and shame.

Damn it, damn it!

Badass Jason!

I wanted to open the window for you with good intentions, but you pulled me down instead!

Damn it, doesn’t everyone know that he is very weak and will fall if Jason pulls him?

Little Messiah Big Crash.

Just after hearing the roar of the motorcycle, he watched the grown-up Jason climb up the window without hesitation but was blocked outside by the tightly closed window. As if possessed by some intriguing force, he opened the window for Jason.

The moment his eyes met Jason's, the little Messiah was stunned.

He didn't know what happened or why. Big Jason looked exactly like his Jason, but when he saw Big Jason, he was struck by an emotion that he couldn't describe.

The little Messiah stared at Jason in a daze, then instinctively reached out and held Jason's hand tightly, as if this person would slip away from his palm if he didn't grab it immediately.

Instinct made the little Messiah whisper a sentence, a sentence that he seemed to owe this person for a long time.

"Jason, I'm back."

After hearing Jason's response, the little Messiah was trapped in the surging emotions in his heart for a long time and could not extricate himself. He just stared at Jason's face blankly.

Then he was pulled down by Jason!

All the complicated emotions, the long-awaited reunion, and the instinctive emotions were gone. The little Messiah now only wanted to beat up the bad guy Jason who had embarrassed him.

As expected, no matter which world Jason is from, he is still a bad guy who will play pranks on him!

Jason was lying on his back on the grass in the garden, holding the little Messiah lying on his chest, and suddenly he laughed softly.

His laughter grew louder and louder, his hearty laughter reaching the blue sky of Wayne Manor and also reaching the little Messiah with the vibration of his chest.

The little Messiah suddenly stopped being angry. He didn't know why, but his anger dissipated in Jason's laughter.

"Okay, stop laughing." The little Messiah raised his head from Jason's chest and put his hand to cover Jason's mouth fiercely. "If you keep laughing, Tim will come over too."

"I don't want Tim to take some dark history photos of me. If you want to take one, just let him take it yourself." The little Messiah muttered something, but he didn't realize that the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

With the sound of the camera shutter button being pressed, Jason's laughter stopped abruptly and the little Messiah's movements froze.

"It's too late." Tim smiled and waved the camera in his hand, "I've already taken a picture."

The little Messiah got up with a cry and rushed towards Tim like a hungry tiger, clinging to Tim and standing on tiptoe to grab the camera.

"Give it back to me." Little Messiah's face turned tomato red. "You're taking advantage of me!"

"How can this be considered taking advantage of someone's misfortune? I should be the one finding the right moment." Tim held up the camera and teased the little Messiah with a smile as if he was holding a cat toy. The little Messiah also stretched out his arms and jumped to reach the camera.

Jason got up covered in dust, coughed nonchalantly, brushed the dirt off his jacket and walked over.

"Alright, Xiaohong." Jason pressed down the jumping little Messiah. The little Messiah, pinned down by his palm, looked up angrily and glared at Jason, but Jason pressed him down again. "Stop teasing Messiah. Let's go inside and talk."

The tiny Messiah was filled with resentment. He snorted loudly at Jason who was suppressing him, then ran behind Tim without any grudge - or three-minute memory - and grabbed Tim's waist and glared at Jason.

"Traitor." Little Messiah was very angry, "You didn't help me."

Little Messiah felt for no reason that Jason should be on his side. They should work together to snatch Tim's camera and then suppress Tim who dared to secretly film their dark history.

Jason raised an eyebrow but said nothing, just looking at the little Messiah's angry look thoughtfully.

As the person who knew Messiah best, Jason was acutely aware that something was wrong with the little Messiah, or rather, it wasn't "wrong," but "becoming normal."

In the past, when he and Messiah were still young, Messiah would often show an exceptionally calm side, but because he was also young at the time, and Messiah always had a sense of innocence and ignorance, he never felt that Messiah was not like a child.

But later, during the time when he lost Messiah, he would always recall every little detail of their past in his dreams at midnight, and gradually he became aware of the sense of incongruity that existed in Messiah at that time.

Compared to the Messiah back then, the little Messiah now is more like a pure child, carefree, without responsibilities and pressure.

That's good.

Jason thought that the world no longer needed the Messiah to make sacrifices for it. It was already good enough. The Messiah only needed to be a carefree and innocent child.

However, before that, he must find out why the Messiah was resurrected and lost his memory after his resurrection.

Jason looked down at the puffy cheeks of the little Messiah and couldn't help but stretch out his devilish hand towards the little Messiah's soft cheeks.

However, the other hand was faster than him.

Damian jumped down from the roof, walked over expressionlessly, pinched the little Messiah's cheek, and left expressionlessly again.

The little Messiah covered his cheeks and screamed, jumping up and down, pointing at Damian's back.

"...Has he been like this lately?" Jason twitched his lips. Looking at Damian's back, he pointed to his head and tilted his head to ask Tim beside him, "Is there something wrong with him?"

Tim smiled.

"Probably." Tim shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't want to admit it, but I'm eager to admit it."

"You can tell how much impact childhood trauma can have on a person's growth by looking at him."

Tim felt a strong murderous intent coming from above, but he smiled even more happily.

Jason clicked his tongue twice, decisively grabbed the little Messiah by the collar and turned away.

Not long after they left, the sound of fierce fists and kicks hitting the air was heard in the garden. Two guys who did not want to reveal their names but both disliked each other started fighting.

9.

After dinner.

Alfred looked at the chattering children crowded on a sofa in the home theater and couldn't help but take out his handkerchief to wipe the corners of his eyes again.

Wayne Manor hasn't seen such a lively scene for a long time.

Bruce supported his chin and watched the scene with a smile.

At this moment, time seemed to carry all of them back to the past.

Jason never died, the White Tyrant was just a dream, the Messiah didn't die, and there was no crack in the family portrait.

Bruce looked at the little Messiah, who was so amused by Dick that he jumped up and down, with a focused and determined look in his eyes.

He has been living in pain all these years, and as time goes by, the pain has not only not eased, but has become more severe.

I wish my children were still alive. I want to see them playing carefree.

Bruce didn't want to think about the arguments and the breakup that had happened after Messiah's death. This was fine as it was.

The little Messiah leaned against the back of the sofa, opened his mouth and yawned lazily.

"I'm sleepy." The little Messiah rubbed his eyes and reached out his hand to Bruce in a daze, "Dad, carry me back to the room..."

Bruce's body stiffened as he looked at the little Messiah who was acting coquettishly towards him. He tiptoed over under the teasing gazes of the children.

Just as he gently picked up the little Messiah, the little Messiah naturally put his head on his shoulder and asked a question.

The air froze instantly.

"Why aren't you on night patrol?" Little Messiah yawned, sleepily asking, "I'm already sleepy. Your night patrol should have started long ago..."

Dick's smile faded unconsciously.

The little Messiah was unaware of the thunderbolt he had thrown out. He hugged Bruce's stiff neck and rubbed it, and soon fell asleep.

Why is there no Night Patrol...

Bruce looked down at the little Messiah sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Because the world no longer needs superheroes to maintain peace, and the same goes for Gotham.

It no longer needs vigilantes.

【Author’s words】

It's so laggy, why is the extra chapter so laggy?

I failed to play 6 again. I think I will not be able to play 6 before I finish writing this copy. I am so miserable.

Pray that the next extra chapter won't be stuck.