Chapter 70· Chapter 70
The dark corridor is illuminated by the bright lights of incandescent lamps. The Assassin's League's stronghold has now become one of the bases of the Garden of Eden. The silent assassins who once came and went have been replaced by guardians with gentle smiles.
A pure white figure wearing a white cloak appeared in the corridor. The guardians passing by stopped and bowed silently to greet the visitor.
"Mr. Messiah."
The Guardian respectfully handed a baby to Messiah: "He is the son of Batman, Damian Al Ghul."
Messiah took the baby with his body stiff. The baby, whose face was extremely similar to Bruce's, closed his eyes, yawned slightly, and fell asleep peacefully in Messiah's arms, unaware of anything in the outside world.
Messiah looked down at the baby in his arms and carefully touched the baby's soft cheek with his fingertips, his movements as gentle as if he was treating a soft cotton ball.
The warm touch was transmitted to Messiah through his fingertips. Messiah's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and the baby's soft body nestled in his arms, bringing an extremely strange feeling.
Messiah's body became even stiffer. At this moment, there was no trace of a dictator who ruled the earth in him. All he had was a silly brother who was at a loss.
"Is there something wrong with him? Why is he so small?" Messiah said softly, afraid of waking the sleeping baby. "He's really too small."
The Guardian replied sternly, "No problem. Damian Augh was the best individual selected by the League of Assassins. He was supposed to be accelerated to maturity until he was five years old, but your trial interrupted the League of Assassins's efforts to mature him."
"If you think he's too young, we can restart the ripening process for you."
Messiah decisively refused: "No, I don't need it."
Damien Augu...
Messiah looked at Damian in his arms and whispered, "It's not Aug, it's Damian Wayne, the son of Wayne."
Batman's son, Bruce's son, his...brother.
He lost one younger brother, but God sent him another younger brother.
No, Damian is Bruce's son and has nothing to do with him. He only has one brother, Jason.
Messiah stared at the sleeping Damian for a long time and decided to send him to Wayne Manor and return him to Bruce.
He walked out of the corridor silently holding Damian, but suddenly smelled a disgusting smell that made him extremely disgusted.
Messiah frowned and looked towards the source of the smell. His eyes passed through the layers of cover and saw a pool of dark green water, which was filled with a strong dark smell.
"What's this?"
"It is the Lazarus Pool, sir."
A trace of disgust flashed in Messiah's eyes. He flicked his fingers lightly at the Lazarus Pool, casually wiping away the water that exuded a disgusting aura, and then left without hesitation, holding Damian in his arms.
Messiah's physical aversion to the Pool of Lazarus prevented him from inquiring about the efficacy of the water, and he had no idea what he had missed with that casual gesture.
Messiah followed Bruce's heartbeat and landed in Wayne Manor with Damian in his arms, the home he had never returned to since he and Bruce went their separate ways.
He stood in the garden of Wayne Manor, staring at everything in front of him. Every flower and every corner was filled with his memories.
Just looking at them, those warm and sad memories appeared before his eyes frame by frame.
Alfred walked towards the garden with a pair of scissors as usual, but when he saw the familiar figure in the garden, he dropped the scissors unconsciously in a trance.
"Oh my God, Master Messiah..."
Alfred didn't know how many times he had sighed. In these days, he had exhausted all the wonder and sadness in his life.
Messiah listened to Alfred's trembling voice, turned around silently and faced Alfred, his eyes trembling slightly when they met the tear marks on Alfred's old face.
He didn't know how to face Alfred, so he pursed his lips and said nothing, just walked forward and stuffed Damian into Alfred's arms.
"Bruce's child, the biological son of Talia al Ghul, is named Damian Wayne." Messiah said simply, "I will return it to you."
Alfred looked at Messiah in a trance, then looked down at Damian who was stuffed into his arms by Messiah, his lips trembling constantly.
"Master Bruce's child?" Alfred carefully touched Damian's peaceful sleeping face. He was shocked and delighted by the existence of this child, but also felt a little embarrassed.
But Master Bruce has already left Wayne Manor...and so has Master Dick.
The heartbeat and breathing sounds left in Wayne Manor are just frequencies simulated by machines. The real Bruce has already hidden himself in the crowd by changing his breathing and heartbeat frequencies, and started to create a resistance against Eden.
The conditions at the rebel base were harsh and clearly not suitable for raising a young baby.
Alfred was silent for a long time. He looked at Damian in his arms, and then looked at Messiah's expression of coldness after handing Damian to him. Finally, he made up his mind.
"No, Master Messiah, Wayne Manor right now is not suitable for raising a baby." Alfred shook his head gracefully, his exaggerated tone full of British humor. "The only one working here is me, a poor old butler. Being able to support two adults and my old bones while maintaining Wayne Manor is already the limit."
"Raising a baby is extremely time-consuming and expensive. Please forgive me for refusing."
——After Bruce and Dick resigned and the Wayne family's assets were recovered, Alfred was the only one in the Wayne family who was still receiving the butler salary distributed by Eden.
Although Bruce and Dick had already left Wayne Manor, Messiah didn't know.
Alfred was so cruel that he stopped looking at Damian's face which was extremely similar to Bruce's, and returned Damian to the Messiah.
Messiah took Damian stiffly. This stiffness was due to both the Damian who was returned to him and Alfu's words.
...Is it really wrong for him to average out the salary?
All Alfred left for Messiah was a departing back view. Messiah stood alone in the garden for a long time holding Damian.
Damian, who had been sleeping soundly, rubbed himself in Messiah's arms, smacked his lips and yawned, then finally opened his eyes.
Those were a pair of blue eyes exactly like Bruce's. The owner of the blue eyes looked at the stranger holding him curiously, opened his mouth and babbled something, his two little hands waving restlessly in the air.
Messiah stared at Damian for a long time, until Damian's waving hand pinched the white hair hanging on his shoulders, then he reached out to push away Damian's fingers that were clutching his hair.
Damian babbled a few more words to Messiah, and then actually grabbed Messiah's fingers again.
Messiah froze in place, staring into Damian's innocent blue eyes with a dazed look on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.
In the end, he chose to compromise.
"Damian Wayne." Messiah closed his eyes deeply. He lowered his head and rubbed Damian's soft cheek, receiving a few "Eeh?" baby whispers in return. "...I will protect you until the end of my life."
"I won't make the same mistake again."
Messiah took one last look at Wayne Manor - his former...home, and then teleported away with Damian in his arms.
In Wayne Manor, Bruce, who was on the phone with Alfred, watched the surveillance footage silently.
"...Damian, can you change the Messiah?"
Bruce didn't know whether he was asking Alfred or himself, but all he got in return was silence.
"I'm an unfit father." Bruce closed his eyes deeply, his temples turning white in just a few months. "...I'm sorry."
This apology is to both Messiah and Damian.
I'm sorry that I can't shoulder the responsibilities of a father, and I'm sorry that I can't be by your side and grow up with you... I'm sorry, but I have more important things to do. The future of the earth and mankind is far more important than being a father.
Dick stayed beside Bruce in silence, his eyes fixed on Messiah, and whispered, "He's grown taller... and not as sad anymore."
No one spoke.
In the Garden of Eden, Messiah was anxiously flipping through "How to Raise a Baby from Scratch", "One Hundred Things to Note About Newborn Babies", and "Guidelines for New Parents to Raise Children", almost letting out a grotesque cry of collapse.
In his arms, Damian was pulling his hair and crying loudly.
Can someone please help me? Why is raising a child scarier than ruling the world?
"Sir, the milk powder is ready."
The guardian handed the bottle to Messiah with a smile. Messiah looked at the smiling guardian expressionlessly. The mechanical smile that he had long been accustomed to now looked particularly glaring.
Messiah took the bottle and said darkly, "Don't laugh."
The Guardian snapped his smile away, but Messiah still disliked him and told him to get out.
Raising a child is crazy! Raising a child is crazy!
Messiah fed Damian in a trance. Although he still failed to save Damian's hair from his hands, at least the crying stopped and he had time to think about his next move.
Should people with minor criminal records and violent tendencies be detained and educated in centralized facilities?
The idea that had been put aside for a long time surfaced again, and at the same time, another idea appeared.
Messiah was wondering whether he should take back the children whose parents had criminal records and raise them in the welfare home.
Those sinners are not worthy to be parents.
Moreover, innocent children who grow up around criminals are likely to develop bad habits. Placing them in welfare homes can help them grow up better and prevent them from following the same path as their parents.
Messiah thought of the orphans who had been admitted to the orphanage before. They were also children of criminals. According to the information he obtained with super vision and super hearing, those children had a better life after entering the orphanage.
Since the orphans, who are also children of criminals, have become happier in the welfare home, the same should be true for the other children of criminals, right?
Messiah pondered expressionlessly. His past experiences made him not think that separating children from their parents was cruel, and there were not many people around him who had normal parents.
Even with Damian, Messiah still didn't understand the importance of parents to their children, and only judged the matter with rational thinking.
On the earth ruled by the Messiah alone, no one can give him advice, and no one can stop his decision-making.
Messiah looked down at Damian in his arms and softly asked the baby, who had no chance of answering him, "Do you think it's feasible to take criminals' children away from their parents and place those with violent tendencies in solitary confinement for education?"
"Um, little Damian?"
Damian gulped down the milk and fluttered a few times in Messiah's arms: "Eaah! Eaah!"
Messiah smiled, but his smile was extremely cold.
The baby could not speak and could not understand the Messiah's words, so Damian's response was interpreted by the Messiah as the answer he wanted.
Messiah whispered in Damian's ear, "I heard your answer, Damian."
"You think it's feasible, great. I think so too."
He gently burped Damian, who was full and satisfied. His expression was gentle yet strangely indifferent, giving people a chilling feeling.
Perhaps, even if Damian could speak and think, his response to the Messiah would be a rejection, which would be misinterpreted by the current Messiah as consent.
Messiah carried Damian out of the Garden of Eden and into the empty courtyard.
On a dark night, Gotham's moon was blocked by dense dark clouds, and the golden code hovering in the sky became the only moon. The golden light of the code replaced the moonlight to illuminate Gotham.
Messiah held Damian in one hand and stretched out his hand towards the code in the sky. The golden code suddenly shone brightly, and the codes hovering above various cities also lit up brightly at the same time.
The passers-by who witnessed this scene soberly lowered their heads, some trembled, and some showed expressions of expectation.
Everyone knows that when the code lights up, it means their ruler... no, the ruler who calls himself the "Guardian" has made a new decision.
In the rebel base hidden in the mountains, Bruce silently looked up at the lit code, as if he saw the indifferent face of the Messiah through the code.
The Messiah waved his fingers gently, his posture as calm as if he was composing a beautiful piece of music, but his actions were a ruthless rule that was completely opposite to artistic creation.
Damian, nestled in Messiah's arms, watched Messiah's actions curiously and witnessed the scene where Messiah input the inhumane instructions into the code.
Young Damian couldn't understand what Messiah was doing, he could only feel that his caregiver's mood seemed to have improved.
The command was entered, and the Guardian came to him at the Messiah's call.
Messiah gently rocked Damian in his arms. His gaze towards the Guardian was emotionless, and with a cold expression, he issued his latest directive: "Expand the orphanage, build a new school, and arrange for staff to accept new children and students with special needs."
"I want to put the children of criminals in orphanages and send those with violent tendencies to special schools."
"The code will assist you in identifying your target individuals and ordering their immediate execution. No resistance will be tolerated, and no exceptions will be made."
Damian yawned softly and fell asleep holding Messiah's hair.
At the same time, the peaceful night came to an end.
【Author’s words】
Because Damian has both blue and green eyes, and Talia has both golden brown and green eyes, it was assumed that her eyes turned green after she hooked up with Lazarus. [Sunglasses]
One third of the 100 works will be added (I don't like it, one third is a funny number). I caught a cold again these two days, so I can't add much. I can only add it bit by bit depending on my condition.
Summer is really terrible... Eating ice can cause gastroenteritis, and using air conditioning can cause colds.
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