24 · Chapter 24
Batman?
Messiah paused. Jason noticed Messiah's movement and couldn't help but ask, "Messiah?"
He also stopped and looked at Messiah with concern: "Does your foot hurt?"
Even though he had witnessed Messiah using his powers, in Jason's eyes, Messiah was still a younger brother who needed his protection.
Before Messiah "woke up", he basically stayed at home and seldom went out for a walk. In addition, Messiah was now wearing Jason's old shoes, which did not fit him well. Jason naturally thought that Messiah stopped because his feet hurt.
Jason's concerned look made Messiah's face turn red again. Even though he knew that the scarf ball was blocking his face, Messiah still subconsciously buried his face in the wool.
"It doesn't hurt." Messiah gently tugged at Jason's sleeve and whispered, "Let's go...Jason."
Messiah hesitated, but didn't call him "brother." Even though he lacked common sense about interpersonal relationships and human emotions, Messiah knew Jason would probably not accept being called his brother.
Jason was worried that Messiah was just trying to be brave, so he patiently reminded him again, "If your feet hurt, tell me. I'm very strong and can carry you back."
After saying that, in order to verify his statement, Jason rolled up his sleeves and made a strongman gesture, proudly showing the thin layer of muscle on his arms.
——During the time when he was taking care of Messiah alone, Jason had already developed the ability to easily pick up Messiah. Coupled with his experience in Crime Alley, his arms had muscles even though he was only eight years old.
Messiah shook his head slightly, took Jason's hand, quickened his pace slightly, and pulled Jason away.
An invisible circular wave spread out from Messiah, obscuring Messiah and Jason's presence in Batman's presence.
Messiah turned off his hearing with satisfaction, so that Batman wouldn't catch up with him.
Not far away, Batman let go of the clothes he had just dug out of the trash can in the alley, subconsciously holding his forehead, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
Why does he stay here?
Batman subconsciously observed his surroundings, and when he saw two pairs of small footprints on the ground, his sight froze instantly.
——The Messiah, who had no sense of cleaning up, did not realize that not only had his work been in vain, but he had also accelerated Batman's investigation.
Jason told Messiah his plan: "Let's go to Old John's to sell the stolen goods first, and then go buy food. Otherwise, I'm afraid someone will target us two."
Messiah held Jason's hand obediently, and when he saw Jason looking at him for advice, he nodded in response.
"Don't be so stubborn." Jason shook their clasped hands. "If you're hungry, we can go eat first."
Messiah quickly shook his head, the ball of his scarf swung back and forth. "I'm not trying to be brave. I'm really not hungry."
Messiah breathed a sigh of relief when Jason finally looked away. He wasn't used to this kind of relationship...
In the last world, when Messiah was with Superman, most of the time he just had to be a quiet listener and accept Superman's arrangements for him.
Now, when Messiah and Jason were together, Jason would always ask for Messiah's opinion, which made it a little difficult for Messiah, who was used to following arrangements, to respond.
Is this what it feels like to have a brother? Messiah thought distressedly that his younger brother seemed a little too clingy.
Just as the two of them were crossing another alley, a crying voice reached their ears.
"Please let us go. She's had a fever for two days. I have to take her to the clinic. Please... I have money. Look, I have a lot of money. I can give it all to you. If it's not enough, I can always go to the bank to withdraw more."
Jason's breathing suddenly became rapid, and a surge of anger surged in his chest and rushed all the way to his brain.
He subconsciously tightened his grip on the gun hidden at his waist, the fire burning in his eyes growing more intense.
Messiah paused. He felt Jason's hand trembling slightly, and heard Jason's breathing and heartbeat suddenly speeding up.
Is Jason angry?
Messiah blinked slowly, his sight penetrating layers of obstacles and resting on a dim alley.
That was the source of Jason's anger.
In the dark alley, the woman in the windbreaker hugged the half-burned child tightly in her arms, tremblingly untied the pearl necklace around her neck, and pulled off the pearl earrings from her ears, without caring at all about the blood flowing from her ear holes.
The yellow-haired thug and the red-haired thug blocked her from behind and grinned, "Money? You don't have enough money. We want you and your daughter. This is tens of thousands of dollars."
Dirty and filthy.
The aura around Messiah fell silent, and there was an inorganic indifference in his golden eyes. He raised his right hand and pointed it towards the alley, with power about to surge out.
Fallen people.
Something that needs to be purified, something that needs to be destroyed.
Jason suddenly rushed out, and the cloth ball filled with valuables that he had once cherished was thrown to the ground casually, without any sign of his former love for it.
Messiah was caught off guard and stopped the outflowing power.
Jason?
The inorganic indifference disappeared in an instant. Messiah looked at Jason in astonishment and said, "Wait for me here!" Then he rushed into the alley without looking back and pointed his gun at the two tall thugs who were obviously much stronger than him.
"Let them go!" Jason lowered his body like a wolf waiting for an opportunity, "or I'll shoot!"
There was a raging rage in his eyes, his hands tightly gripped the pistol, and his finger on the trigger did not tremble at all.
The gangsters looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing sarcastically at Jason who suddenly rushed out.
"You little brat, do you think you're Robin? Are you trying to be a hero?"
The yellow-haired thug looked at Jason and thought of Robin who had sent him to Blackgate Prison. He spat viciously: "I get angry when I see guys like you."
He pulled out a gun from his bulging waist and pointed it at Jason's forehead: "You're not the only one with a gun. Put it down obediently, and I might consider sparing your life."
Another red-haired thug also laughed in a scoundrelly manner, grabbed the woman in the windbreaker, and slapped her mercilessly.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't want to do anything to you. After all, you can only sell it at a good price if it's clean." The red-haired thug put the muzzle of his gun to the forehead of the woman in the windbreaker. "If you want to blame someone, blame this brat. He's the one who made you suffer so much!"
The woman in the windbreaker subconsciously protected the child in her arms, not letting the red-haired gangster hurt the child at all. Her eyes, cast towards Jason, were a mixture of hope and struggle.
Jason's expression didn't change at all. The more angry he became, the calmer his mind became.
It was his first time holding a gun, and if he opened fire directly, he might accidentally injure the mother and daughter. But if he showed any fear, these two bastards would become even more aggressive.
Jason fired a shot at the trash can not far from the two thugs without hesitation.
With a bang, the gangsters' hands trembled. They didn't expect that Jason would really dare to shoot.
Jason said coldly, "Their life or death has nothing to do with me, but you will be the ones who feel the pain when the bullets hit you."
"Get out or die, choose one."
Jason tried hard to steady his slightly trembling hands; the recoil of the pistol was stronger than he had imagined.
Thank the Messiah, Jason thought grimly, for having arms strong enough.
Messiah...?!
Jason's pupils suddenly shrank, and his gaze stayed behind the two thugs. Messiah appeared there silently at some point.
With Messiah's previous behavior of being obedient and indecisive, Jason thought Messiah would be obedient and wait for him, but...
Messiah was holding a rusty steel bar in his hand, which he picked up from the roadside.
You promised Jason not to use your abilities in front of other people. Messiah warned himself that he must keep his promises and not become a liar.
Don't become like... the Supreme Leader.
The child in the windbreaker woman's arms opened his eyes drowsily and immediately met Messiah's gaze.
"Mom?" She subconsciously grabbed her mother's sleeve, "What is this little brother doing?"
The red-haired gangster subconsciously looked back and met Messiah's eyes.
A short and stout five-year-old child holding a rusty steel bar with a round scarf on his head looks extremely funny and has no deterrent effect at all.
The red-haired thug chuckled, "Hahaha, can anyone be a hero now?"
Jason's expression changed instantly. Even though he knew that Messiah had special abilities, he couldn't help but worry about Messiah.
No one can hurt his brother!
His trembling hands steadied instantly, and all the hesitation disappeared. Jason aimed at the red-haired gangster's gun hand and pulled the trigger without mercy.
"Bang--"
The bullet accurately penetrated the red-haired gangster's wrist. The red-haired gangster screamed and let go of his hand. The pistol fell to the ground with a bang. The woman in the windbreaker took the opportunity to run out with her daughter in her arms.
Jason shook his numb hands, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. He didn't expect that he could aim so accurately. He had never used a pistol before.
"You little brat! Are you looking for death?"
The yellow-haired gangster shot at Jason angrily, but the bullet was easily cut in half by a steel bar.
Messiah held the steel bars in both hands, silently stood in front of Jason, lowered his body and rushed forward.
If someone familiar with the Assassin's League witnessed this scene, they would definitely feel a familiar feeling in the way Messiah used the steel bars. This was clearly a sword technique derived from the Assassin's League.
—Thanks to Damian Wayne aka Robin for the gift.
The heavy and crude steel bar was as sharp as a sword in Messiah's hand. The yellow-haired gangster didn't even realize what was happening before he felt a dull pain in his neck.
The steel bar nimbly swept across the yellow-haired gangster's neck, cutting off his head as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, but accurately keeping the head still stuck to the neck.
A streak of blood oozed from the yellow-haired thug's head and neck before he fell straight to the ground.
No blood splattered.
Messiah nodded with satisfaction, so that his brother would not be scared.
The red-haired thug let out a scream and tried to crawl away, but a steel bar pierced his chest.
Messiah retracted his hand that had thrown the steel bar, without even looking at the red-haired gangster, and ran towards Jason with his short legs.
"Be good." Messiah patted Jason, who was staring at him blankly, and imitated Jason's past behavior, clumsily comforting Jason, "Don't be afraid, brother."
Jason was originally amazed at Messiah's swordsmanship. He didn't understand why his brother, who had been "sleeping" since birth, could master such a thing. This was no longer something that could be explained by talent.
But when he heard Messiah's "brother", he subconsciously retorted: "No, I am the older brother!"
Messiah, who had let the secret slip, covered his mouth guiltily.
【Author’s words】
At this time, Batman was still on his way on horseback (×
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