Chapter 113 · Extra 1
[The setting is if Messiah in the second round did not erase everyone's memory]
1. The little Messiah appeared in mid-air with a confused look on his face. He had no time to figure out how he ended up in the wrong place. With a feeling of weightlessness, he began to fall madly.
“Waaaaaaaaaaa!!”
The little Messiah squealed and stretched out the ring, ready to draw a circle to the ground, but before he could draw it, he was caught by a warm chest.
"Are you okay, ki…!"
The man who caught the little Messiah tried to comfort him gently, but stopped abruptly after seeing his face clearly, and his tone instantly became stunned.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, the little Messiah quickly relaxed in the man's arms, lying softly on his chest, pouting and complaining, "Uncle Clark, did Dad ask you to come find me? I really don't want to go home..."
The man known as 'Uncle Clark' was very stiff, clearly not used to the little Messiah's closeness.
Little Messiah didn't notice anything wrong. He just thought that Clark didn't approve of his running away from home. He naturally put his arms around Clark's neck and continued to rack his brains on how to convince Uncle Clark to let him go.
If Uncle Clark doesn't let me off, it will be really hard to escape from the Kryptonians...
Superman looked at the child in his arms with a complicated expression. The white-haired little boy had a pair of familiar blue eyes, but what he was more familiar with was the proportionally scaled face.
For thousands of days and nights, he had regretted not being able to stop the owner of this face, and for hundreds of days and nights, he had been depressed by the other person's departure.
But he was not the saddest one.
The saddest thing is...
Superman's mood darkened further as he thought of the man with the same blue eyes as the little boy.
Little Messiah was completely oblivious to Superman's depressed mood and was still trying to figure out how to convince Clark to let him go.
How could Dad be so clingy? He'd only been away from home for a few minutes and he'd already asked Uncle Clark to come find him.
Little Messiah sighed seriously. If he continued to be so clingy, his dad would probably faint from crying at home when he grew up and left Gotham to go to college.
Thinking of this, the little Messiah's eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt that he had found a perfect excuse.
Yes, that's it!
The little Messiah raised his head and gave a flattering smile to Superman, who had a complicated expression - if he hadn't fallen into Uncle Clark's hands, he would never have flattered others.
"Uncle Clark, I ran away from home for a legitimate reason. Let me explain." Little Messiah stopped himself in time before speaking the truth. "I ran away from home for Dad's good."
Superman looked at the little Messiah in silence, his expression terribly complicated.
"Because Dad can't live without me every day, he even needs me to wake him up. I think this is not acceptable."
Little Messiah said seriously with a straight face, "What will Dad do if I'm not with him anymore? That's why I ran away from home on purpose, just to help him become independent."
In the original world, Bruce, who had just fallen out of the other dimension, sneezed loudly, completely unaware that he had become a helpless person who needed a 9-year-old child to take care of him in the mouth of the little Messiah.
As the little Messiah spoke, Superman's expression became more and more complicated.
The super brain has made him aware of the origin of the little Messiah. It should be a parallel world where nothing has happened yet, so the little Messiah looks so innocent.
Superman didn't finally give his explanation, but just sighed deeply.
"I'll take you to a place, and when you get there, you'll understand."
Superman tried to put on his signature bright smile, but was met with a look of alarm from the little Messiah.
"You're not going to take me back to Wayne Manor, are you?" The little Messiah looked at Superman warily, silently loosening his arms around his neck, ready to slip away at any moment. "I'm running away from home for Dad's own good!"
Superman didn't reply.
The next second, Little Messiah felt a flash before his eyes, and then he came to a dark cave, and met the eyes of his dad who suddenly looked much older.
I don't like badass Clark anymore.
The tearful little Messiah was stabbing Superman in his heart. He wanted to draw a circle to curse Clark.
2.
The man in the bat armor stared at the little Messiah in silence.
The little Messiah wanted to get away, but he found that the ring had fallen into Superman's hands at some point.
"!!" The little Messiah looked at Superman in disbelief, a betrayed expression on his fair face, "You, you took my ring!"
Superman's silence was interpreted by the Little Messiah as a sign of guilt.
"I will never love you again!" Little Messiah jumped up and down, "Big bad Clark, even if you let Little Krypton and Little Joe come to beg me together, I will not be responsible for your losses!"
Superman looked at the little Messiah jumping around angrily and fell silent again.
Even though he knew that the little Messiah was the counterpart of the White Tyrant, he had to admit that he was indeed touched by his cuteness.
Was the Messiah of their world also this cute when he was a child?
Superman couldn't help but look at Batman. Batman had turned into a solidified statue. He just lowered his head and looked at the lively little Messiah who was blaming Superman. He didn't move and didn't say anything.
…
Superman suppressed the sigh rising in his throat, gently put down the ring in his hand, and took the initiative to leave the rebuilt Batcave, leaving the space to the "reunited" "father and son".
After Superman left, the little Messiah finally stopped his chattering and complained, secretly glanced at the extremely silent Batman, his eyes rolling around.
Dad is so silent, could it be that he believes his excuses and is now touched by his efforts?
The little Messiah smiled slyly, then quickly frowned, looking very serious.
"Ahem." Little Messiah cleared his throat and inched towards the table where the ring was placed. He said seriously, "Since Da... ahem, Father, you already know, then I will continue to run away from home."
"You must stay home and listen to Ah Fu. Eat well and sleep well. Don't sneak out to eat hamburgers during night patrols, and don't get hurt."
The little Messiah said earnestly, "You are already an adult in your thirties. Even if I am not by your side, you must be able to live independently."
Apparently, little Messiah had some misunderstandings about his place in this family.
Listening to the little Messiah's earnest advice, Batman's hand hanging by his side suddenly spasmed.
The little Messiah was completely unaware of this, his mind and eyes filled with the ring that was about to be in his hands. His hand had already moved to the table, only a dozen centimeters away from the ring!
Victory is at hand——
However, at this moment, Batman suddenly moved.
The little Messiah was hugged with a confused look on his face. Batman knelt on one knee and hugged him tightly in his arms, with such strength that it seemed as if he wanted to knead him into his body.
"Messiah... My son..." Batman's voice was gloomy and dejected. Even without the voice changer, it was already hoarse enough. "You're back."
How could he not recognize his child?
This was not a visitor from a parallel world at all. It was clearly his child who came back on his own and returned to his side.
Little Messiah was confused. Why was Dad suddenly so sentimental today?
And, and...Dad is acting cute with him!
The little Messiah chuckled and decided to spoil his childish Dad. Since his Dad loved him so much (embarrassed), he would put aside his mission of running away from home for the time being.
After all, he ran away from home to make his dad and the others realize their mistakes, and now he can be considered successful.
The little Messiah smirked and hugged Batman back, patting his back in a way that mimicked Bruce's gestures when he comforted him.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm home now." Little Messiah said seriously, "Don't be sad. I will always be with you, Dad."
Of course, the premise is that you are not allowed to laugh at my dark history again.
The little Messiah secretly added in his heart.
Batman didn't reply, but just hugged the little Messiah tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would take him away.
"Bruce, Barbara contacted..."
A voice came from the stairs, and then stopped abruptly after seeing the scene in front of him.
"……Messiah?"
The owner of the voice spoke in a trance, his tone was extremely low, as if he was afraid of waking up the owner of the dream, and then the scene in front of him would be shattered with waking up.
Little Messiah's face turned red instantly. He was so weak that the bad guy Dick saw him. It was so embarrassing!
"Let go, Dad, let go." The little Messiah tried to struggle out of Batman's arms, but he was no match for the other party's strength. He could only lower his voice and whisper in Batman's ear, "Dick will definitely laugh at us!"
Batman's indifferent reaction made the little Messiah very anxious. He didn't understand why his dad, who used to be as concerned about face as he was, suddenly didn't care.
But Dad doesn't care, he cares! He doesn't want to be laughed at by the big bad Dick.
The communicator in Nightwing's hand fell to the ground with a snap. Batgirl asked confusedly and nervously on the communicator, "Messiah? Dick, what happened? Dick?", but it couldn't draw Nightwing's attention back.
It is the Messiah.
Nightwing recognized Messiah's appearance at a glance. Among his memories of Messiah, apart from the first time they met and the last time they said goodbye, the most profound one was Messiah's appearance when he was nine years old.
After all, when Messiah was nine years old, he left Gotham and went to Blüdhaven, so the time they spent together became much less. After that incident, they only met a few times.
The Messiah has returned...?
He is not dead?
He is still alive!
The only thought left in Nightwing's mind was that the Messiah was still alive!
He thought that after the Messiah restored everything and healed everyone, he died of exhaustion, or... committed suicide.
But now the Messiah has returned, and he is not dead, but his body has shrunk.
Nightwing couldn't describe his current mood. He only knew that when he came to his senses, he had already pushed Bruce away and hugged Messiah tightly.
"That's great, Xiao Mi." Nightwing choked, "That's great, you're not dead, you're back."
The little Messiah pointed at himself blankly.
Who died?
Me?
How come I didn't know I was dead?
Now, no matter how slow-witted the little Messiah was, he realized that something was wrong. He wanted to struggle and push Nightwing away, but he froze when he felt the wet touch on his shoulder.
Nightwing's tears wet the little Messiah's shoulders. The little Messiah had no choice but to look at Batman helplessly, but saw a scene that shocked him.
Batman took off his mask, revealing the familiar yet unfamiliar face of the little Messiah.
The man with gray hair at the temples had a weathered face, with several lines between his eyebrows and at the corners of his eyes. His bloodshot eyes were filled with fatigue, and there were some unshaved stubble at the corners of his jaw.
He, he is not Dad.
The little Messiah subconsciously wanted to step back, but Nightwing held him tightly in his arms.
But...but he looks like Dad, just, just like he is ten years older.
The little Messiah suddenly froze in place, a thought popping into his mind that made him scream uncontrollably.
I won't run away from home for ten years, right?!
The little Messiah looked at Bruce's face, which had aged ten years, felt Dick's endless tears, and recalled Clark's strange expression at the time. The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed.
It was because he ran away from home ten years ago. In the eyes of Bruce and the others, he had disappeared inexplicably for ten years, but they couldn't find him no matter how hard they looked, so they were so excited when they met again.
The little Messiah was completely defeated by his own reasoning.
He also burst into tears.
Why, why did I run away from home ten years later? Wuuuuuuuu.
The homework I stayed up late to finish is no longer useful before I hand it in. I should have not written it earlier.
Sooo ...
【Author’s words】
I followed Jason and read too many literary novels, Little Messiah: Ten years later... Ten years later...
At this moment, many literary works emerged in Little Messiah's mind, in which the protagonist traveled through time and everything changed.
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