Chapter 54: Unexpected Death [VIP]

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Xiao Qiao finally awakened his superpowers after our eager anticipation, and Damian no longer looked at us with his nose not being a nose and his eyes not being eyes every day.

Because Damian condescended to accompany Xiao Qiao to go through the novelty period of his awakening, he really wanted to act with people of the same age.

The Superman family breathed a sigh of relief. Clark can now use his heat vision to shave, Connor can use his freeze breath to protect the ice cream, and Kara can float in the air and read comics!

Bizarro...hiss, it seems like it has no effect on Bizarro.

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We can also send Superman's cat cakes to them! Hehehe, of course, Louise, Martha, and Xiao Qiao are not left out!

The whole family should be together!

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Xiao Qiao adorably sent me a thank-you emoji from his little Krypton. He also said he's now able to fly briefly and will come play with me once he's more stable. He also said he heard from Damian that I have a huge zoo at home with lots of strange and exotic animals, and he really wants to see it.

Xiao Qiao muttered a lot to me, and at the end, he was unhappy and complained to me that we had teamed up to keep it a secret from him for so many years! After he found out the truth, he was 70% excited and 70% sad. Everyone has a lot of things they haven't told him.

I said that this way we can tell you so many stories! We can listen to a thousand moons rise and set and still not hear them all.

He posted a laughing emoticon, saying that others gave him gifts to compensate him, especially Connor, who gave him a super cool uniform!

I mean, isn't this a subtle way of asking me for a gift? Isn't the cat cake enough?

He said, "Don't lie! Dad told me you gave cat cakes to everyone! They weren't just for our family."

I said, there's nothing I can do about it. It seems like I really need to use my brain to think about what gift to give our Xiao Qiao.

Xiao Qiao 7 said shyly that he didn't actually want any gifts, he just wanted to take this opportunity to tell me that he now has super powers and I can come to him if I need anything in the future!

I sent him a pensive emoji and said, "Yes!" My sister's younger brother, Damian, is a somewhat lonely, sensitive and introverted little boy who really wants to play with his peers.

But others always isolated him because of his short stature. Every time he put on a uniform and said something sharp, he was actually covering up his loneliness.

This emoticon package makes Xiao Qiao cry and bite her handkerchief.

Then I went on to say that I hoped Xiao Qiao wouldn't distance himself from Damian because of his harsh words. He just didn't know how to get along with normal people his own age. Look, he came to your aid as soon as you found out the truth. It shows how much he really wants to play with his peers!

Xiao Qiao glanced at Damian, the man who had won his training coach position after a fierce debate. He was adjusting his short-term training plan and long-term training goals.

Feeling his gaze, Damian looked up, paused, and said, "This is necessary training so that you won't hold me back in future operations."

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...Sister Leona won't lie to me!

Xiao Qiao thought firmly that Damian must be using the excuse of writing the plan to avoid chatting with me. He must be shy!

"What are you thinking about?" Damian said expressionlessly. "Now, go do three sets of basic training. Since you want me to train you, don't think I'll let you down like those two Kryptonians did."

He gave a terrifying, devilish smile.

"I promise to make you a completely different person within a week, Kryptonian baby."

Sister Leona...Sister Leona won’t lie to me qaq!

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It was several hours later that Xiao Qiao replied to my message.

Xiao Qiao: Sister Leona, I believe you! But Damian is really vicious... Does he really want to be friends with me instead of murdering me?

I couldn't answer him, because Damian's way of making friends might be a little problematic for normal people...

But I bet he has absolutely no intention of murdering Xiao Qiao! I swear on Jason's Annabelle!

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After I comforted Xiao Qiao, I picked up the teacup on the table and a faint fragrance lingered around my nose.

"What kind of tea is this? It smells so pleasant." I asked Jason next to me.

"I don't know. It looks like the Haozi was brought back by Kashan. I saw it in the kitchen so I brewed some to taste." Jason shook his head. "You know what, it's really quite delicious."

"Really?" I looked at it doubtfully.

"Drink it or not. If you don't want it, give it to me!" Jason rolled his eyes and moved sideways to grab my tea.

"Hey! I didn't say I don't want to drink." I drank the tea in one gulp.

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I looked at Jason.

Jason looked at me.

I looked at the teacup calmly, "What's in it?"

Jason said sincerely, "Thousand Days Drunk, I bought it from Hehuan Palace. Don't worry, I tested it on Tim, and I didn't add any weird stuff."

"carry

"Haha." Jason rubbed the back of his head and laughed. The Teen Titans held a meeting and scolded everyone. Then he went to the old man and complained that his computer had been taken away by Damian, and that he had too much work and he had to talk on the phone, so he didn't pay attention to him. Now Steve and Blue."

Jason is a good and cruel man.

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I took a deep breath.

Drunk driving." Jason smiled.

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…The scene before me was distorted in a physical sense.

I quickly turned invisible and ran away!

Even if I were to act out drunkenly, I wouldn't want to do it in front of them! It would definitely be recorded and ridiculed to death, and brought out for everyone's entertainment at every event... I absolutely don't want that kind of drama!

With this firm thought in mind, I ran to my room.

Closer... closer... closer!

Then Ji Su lost consciousness.

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When I regained consciousness I was... uh, where was I?

Okay, it's Wayne Manor.

But not the familiar version.

I walked forward a few steps and turned into the family cemetery.

Let me see... good boy, Jason Todd. Is this some kind of overworld or AK version? At least Jason isn't buried in a cemetery out there where no one would know if a kid crawled out of his coffin. If he hasn't resurrected yet, maybe I can dig him out first.

I looked at the name next door.

Dick Grayson. Good, not surprising. Did he die from a hit on the back of his head or was he killed by a bomb? Sister, I can also help capture his soul and revive it. Anyway, resurrection here is as simple as drinking water.

I7 took two steps forward.

Stephanie Brown.

Two more steps, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake...

But my name is not there.

This is easy to understand. After all, I can live longer, while other people can only live to around 100 years old at most, which is probably only one-tenth of my life.

My mother said that there is no invisible hand of balance. If we have a firm goal or are simple-minded and not burdened by memories, we can live longer.

The lifespan of this body is infinite, but the soul is relatively fragile, so loneliness and pain will cause the body to mutate and fall into the abyss of death.

Alas, that's the downside of immortality. I wonder if I've finished showing them all my treasured dark history before they die, or I'd be truly heartbroken!

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When Jason followed, he saw Leona paused noticeably, holding her head, and it took her a moment to come back to her senses.

"Who are you?" Jason asked warily.

"Wow, Jason is alive." Leona didn't answer him, but ran over with a smile.

"Don't make me sound like I'm dead, okay?" Jason rolled his eyes and asked expertly, "Which parallel world?"

"It's a parallel world where you are all dead." Leona said.

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"But it wasn't an accident or a frame-up, he just died of old age." Leona blinked. "Don't make such a subtle expression, Dahong."

She pulled out a talisman and motioned for Jason to hold it. "Because it's too pitiful for me to live alone, everyone stayed with me instead of going to heaven. Do you want to see your soul?"

"It's not common to be able to see your own soul while you are still alive." Jason complained, but took the talisman.

Jason's fingers holding the talisman suddenly felt hot, and the cinnabar lines on the yellow paper seemed to come alive and twist into a Q-version red hood.

Before he could curse, the whole space was suddenly filled with cold wind, and Dick's translucent soul hung upside down from the ceiling, holding a fluorescent cheering board in his hand - on it was playing the latest chapter excerpt of "The Song of the Bluebird Leaving the Nest: Gotham's Last Love".

"Surprise!" Dick's soul cloak fluttered. "Big Red, the anthem you wrote last time was too old-fashioned. I suggest..."

"Shut up!" Jason picked up the bat dart and threw it at him. The dart went straight through the soul body and nailed it to the console.

Bruce's spirit emerged from the floor, still knitting a Damian the Cat sweater: "Jason, the fan fiction you wrote is in the spirit world..."

"I won't listen!" Jason slammed the talisman on the table, his ears red as if they were about to bleed. "You won't let me go even if you die?"

Leona smiled and spun the talisman paper. "Now you believe I'm from a parallel world, right? Jason there is such a lovely soul. He spends every day writing sonnets for his good friends and going to the library to read classics..."

"Fuck! You shut up too!" Jason suddenly swung his grappling gun. "Why does everyone come here to discuss my literature?!"

Leona made a face at him, and Tim's soul emerged from the smoke of the burning talisman.

He floated over to Jason, holding the virtual computer. "Let me remind you, last week you shot a Robin Dart through the document I was editing. You've been playing dirty, and I think your parallel world counterpart needs to shoulder the same responsibility—now compensate me with a VIP cloud storage account in the spirit world."

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I kicked the moss on the cemetery floor, and raindrops slid down my palms.

The world was eerily quiet; even ravens avoided cemeteries. My counterpart's body felt like a cold container, and I could only feel the crumpled note in my pocket: [Good boy, good boy, enjoy your solitude, my other self. Ovo.]

Suddenly, I heard the roar of an engine in the distance. When I flew to the gate of the manor, I only saw the taillights of the car disappear in the rain - the Batmobile in this world can actually drive automatically for night patrols?

Didn't any of them leave behind any offspring? The place was completely empty, with only the Batmobile's engine still warm.

I caught up with the Batmobile, and thankfully it could still recognize my voiceprint.

The note on the dashboard seemed to have me all set: [The Batmobile transforms into a robot! It goes for a walk every day. If you want, you can play with it. It's very happy. ava.]

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"When will they disappear?" Jason waved away Dick's soul's hand for the nth time when it tried to take a selfie with him.

Leona bit the strawberry milk straw she had taken from M. Steve's snack cabinet and said, "Wait until I've had enough fun~"

A Dick with a body... let's call him Big D! Suddenly, he appeared! He performed a perfect mid-air spin and a weightless drop from the second floor, drawing enthusiastic cheers from everyone.

"Hey! Bro, your skills are pretty good. I guess you used to be an acrobat?" Soul Dick floated over, patted his shoulder, and winked at him.

"Oh! Man, you have a very good eye. That's right, I've been practicing acrobatics since I was very young! Our family is the acrobatic star of Gotham City!" Big D said to him with a laugh.

"We're pretending to be having a good chat with strangers. How embarrassing! Don't tell anyone that I know these two idiots." Jason rolled his eyes.

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Jason asked, "So why can he see these monsters without using a talisman? Could it be that he has some kind of yin-yang vision? Why haven't we discovered it before?"

Leona shook her head. "It's the formation I set up when we just arrived in the living room. Hehe, I've made great progress in all my studies over the past decade."

Jason showed a subtle expression, "I thought..."

"You didn't think I was just reciting Jason's 'Dark Alley Blues' to tease him, did you?" Leona said to him angrily, "I'm working hard too!"

"Oh, really?" Jason looked away, his tone calm.

"You're so perfunctory! You're so dry! I'm so sad!" Leona looked at him reproachfully.

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Jason crossed his legs and flipped through Jason's documents. "Sure enough, this is the difference between parallel worlds."

He called over Tim, who had already landed a job as a civil servant in the underworld and held a leadership position, and said, "Look! In his novel, Batman didn't get beaten! Red Robin didn't die suddenly! Nightwing didn't fall to his death from a rooftop while performing acrobatics! Robin didn't die right at the beginning!"

"It's normal that they're still alive, right? What author would be so bored as to kill their protagonist?!" Jason snatched his computer with a hash mark hanging over his head. "You're so uncultured for touching other people's things!"

"What does 7 matter? I'm already dead anyway." Dead Jason cheerfully gave a thumbs-up. "By the way, our Batman-less underworld chat group is called the Dead Bird Club. Join now and get a 20% discount on membership!"

Dead Jason handed a flyer to Tim with a body who had just come down, and said, "Good boy, then let's call Tim with a body Little T Good boy!"

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Little T took the flyer and unfolded it.

The fluorescent red title almost blinds people:

[Dead Bird Club——Let your death be full of ritual! ]

The membership benefits are listed in more detail than Batman’s battle plan:

Organize a parallel world movie viewing every Wednesday (screening "Batman: The Killing Joke" and other 101 Ways Birds Die)

Underworld WiFi coverage, supports cross-world FaceTime (Bat-family members only)

Free epitaph modification service (Tim Soul tested it: changing "The World's Second Best Detective" to "The God of Caffeine" took only three minutes)

Jason Soul's special lecture on "Crowbar Aesthetics" (with a bonus clown spirit sandbag)

"Join now and get coupons to pet Damian's eighty-eight ghost animals!" Jason enthusiastically promoted. "Sign up now and enter a prize draw—the first prize is a private lesson in Nightwing Soul Dance!"

The spirit of Dead Dick suddenly flashed, his dazzling sequined cape casting a shadow: "Correction! This is a formal pole dance fitness lesson!"

"Wow!" Leona applauded enthusiastically. "What a great discount! What a membership service! What a prize! This is such a great deal! Don't miss this opportunity! Hurry up and call 869-XXXX to grab it!"

Jason crumpled up the flyer and threw it at them: "Can't you just be quiet now that you're dead?!"

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Big D put his arm around Soul Dick's neck and said, "Hey, man, you've been a ghost for so many years. Can you tell me how to create a transparent special effect like yours? I can use it to scare my teammates when I have time!"

"Easy!" Die Dick pulled out a can of spray paint. "Spray this on yourself—"

Tim swooped down and snatched the can. "This is the Apparition Curing Agent! It won't turn you transparent, it'll just glow forever! Dick, how come you can't tell the difference?"

Tan Luo's soul clings to the jar: "Cool! Hey Big Red, I sprayed this on myself. Can you put me in your fanfiction? I can be the neon sign in the background of Gotham!"

"Dream on! There's no way in hell there'll be a neon sign disguised as a starfish in my story!" Jason and Dead Jason shouted at the same time.

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Barbara's spirit emerged from the floor, holding a thick stack of papers. "Jason, this is your membership bill."

The living Jason looked at the bill for "Mental Damage Compensation - Due to being forced to witness the spirit version of Jason reciting 'The Domineering Batman Fell in Love with Me' for several days" and crushed the corner of the coffee table. "Why should I pay if I'm not dead yet?!"

"Prepaid plan," Barbara's spirit said calmly. "Pay ninety years in advance and you'll get a 20% discount."

Dead Tim M poked his head out from the bill: "According to Jason Todd, who died of old age in a parallel universe, your probability of living to 112 is 87.3%. I recommend renewing the 100-year plan."

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Damian's spirit slowly emerged, holding his cat, and dropped a stack of photos. "Todd, your fanfiction is selling well in the underworld. Could you draw some fanfiction for my animals?"

The living Jason caught a glimpse of the Cornish Rex cat in a tutu in the photo, and saw the dead Jason skillfully debating with Damian as he bargained, and he couldn't help but feel a deep despair about the world.

He snatched the can of Apparition spray that Tim had placed next to the computer. "I think it would be nice to glow forever!"

"Calm down!" Leona swung out the Soul Binding Rope to bind him. "You sacrificed your chastity for love. Who's going to change the array code for me? Are you dead Tim? His work in the underworld isn't done yet!"

Dead Jason applauded: "What a great guy who committed suicide for love! Now you can get a double urn as a gift when you join the club!"

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Stephanie's soul suddenly descended from the ceiling, dragging both Tim and Little T to her workbench. "Emergency training! If you don't learn this new manicure technique I created, you're not allowed to stay up late!"

Little T stared at his fluorescent green nails, which had been transformed by the death of Steve: "Why did I learn this??"

"Because we looked at your computer and calculated based on your sleep patterns, your risk of sudden death increased by 15% last month." Cassandra's soul emerged from Little T's bedroom, carrying the fainted Overtime Ghost. "This is your new sparring partner."

Tan Luo's soul jumped onto the top of the coffee machine and said, "Hey, Dahong! Do you want your best brother to sign you up for the seminar on 'How to Deal with Yourself in a Life-Changing World'?"

Leona saw Jason take a deep breath.

Then the whole Wayne Manor echoed with Jason's roar: "Go back to your graves!"

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In a parallel world, I am happily directing the Batmobile to tap dance.

Oh my goodness! The Batmobile is so adorable! It's hard to imagine anyone in this world not liking the Autobot version of the Batmobile!

Doesn’t everyone bring souvenirs when traveling? I want this!