Chapter 18 Luther left with his hair follicles
180.
After that, we kept moving around, adding insult to injury to Luthor's plan to threaten Superman. His laboratories were destroyed one by one, and his research progress was completely disrupted.
However, Luthor is Luthor. Even after we destroyed so many of his laboratories, he was still able to remain calm and focus on creating Superman's killing weapon.
When we finally find his final hideout, his completed ultimate weapon has been unleashed.
From the dark hatch slowly emerged a figure covered in slimy sewer grime, so uglier than life itself that I was sure I heard Dick vomit.
"Oh my God..." Dick covered his mouth, his voice trembling, "This thing is so ugly!"
The pitch-black mass, like sticky sewer sludge, exuded a suffocating stench and chaos. Its surface was covered with pulsating blood vessels, and with every step it took, the ground seemed to wail, and broken bricks and tiles turned to dust under its feet.
There is no doubt that this thing is the ultimate weapon created by Luthor to fight Superman.
"Luthor will never be recognized by the public in his lifetime." I said calmly, my eyes flicking back and forth between Superman and the monster.
"On one side is Superman."
My gaze shifted to Clark, his perfect form outlined in the golden light. His figure towered like a mountain, his blue eyes clear as a lake. He was warm, sunny, radiant, and inviolable. A god among men sat majestically above the clouds, his red cape rustling.
"There's vomit on one side."
His gaze returned to the dark, dark slime Luther had dubbed Doomsday. It opened its fanged maw and let out a piercing growl. The sound was like a shriek from the depths of hell, filled with hatred and chaos. Every time it moved, it left a trail of sticky liquid, making one wonder if it would melt into a disgusting puddle of mud at any moment.
"Any normal person knows what to choose." I complained, with undisguised disgust in my tone.
"I hope the public's aesthetic taste won't suddenly change." Dick couldn't bear to look at the monster.
"This isn't a question of aesthetics," Bruce said coldly, his eyes fixed on the monster's every move. "This is a question of survival."
Superman took a deep breath, took a step forward, and his steady voice echoed in the night: "Whatever it is, I will stop it."
The monster let out a deafening roar, and its huge figure rushed towards Superman like a moving mountain. The air was torn apart and the ground was shaking.
"It's us." I drew my sword and took a step forward with him. "Since it's so utterly ugly, let me send it back to the furnace for reforging."
181.
The battle is about to break out, the roar of Doomsday resounds through the night sky, and our mission has entered its most dangerous stage - to stop Luther's ultimate plan and protect the future of this world.
The moment Doomsday pounced on Superman, the air seemed to freeze and the whole world was shrouded in its roar.
Superman rushed forward, and the shock wave from the collision between the two swept around, causing the ground to crack and gravel to fly.
"This guy's strength is stronger than I imagined." Superman whispered. He held Doomsday's giant claws tightly with both hands, and a thin layer of sweat seeped out of his forehead.
Each of Doomsday's strikes carries a devastating force, enough to shake even the very earth.
"Peregrine, Robin, be responsible for attracting its attention and giving Superman a chance to catch his breath." Bruce's voice came from the headset. He was driving the Batfighter, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, quickly scanning the battlefield.
"Got it." I held the blade and moved quickly towards Doomsday's flank.
Dick followed closely behind, hitting the monster's shoulder with a well-aimed dart from his own.
Although it couldn't cause much actual damage, it successfully diverted its attention for a short time.
"Hey, big guy!" I yelled, my blade reflecting the moonlight as I thrust it directly into its exposed flank. "Here!"
Doomsday turned to look at me, growled, and hurled its massive fist at me, carrying the force of wind. I deftly leaped back, and the blade of my sword left a deep scratch on its skin, but it quickly healed.
"This guy's recovery ability is too strong!" I said gritting my teeth.
"Its cells can quickly adapt to any attack," Barbara's voice came from the headset. "Physical attacks are basically ineffective. We need to find its core weakness."
"Keep holding it. I'm already analyzing its structural data." Bruce's voice was calm and firm.
Dick used his grappling gun to climb up a nearby ruined building. Standing on the high ground, he shouted at Doomsday, "What are you waiting for? Come after me!"
He threw a flashbang, briefly disrupting Doomsday's vision.
"Robin, don't get too carried away!" I warned, blocking the monster's attack with my sword, but the huge impact made me take several steps back.
"Calm down, this is just a warm-up," Dick said with a smile, quickly leaping to another high point.
Superman found an opportunity and hit Doomsday's chin hard with both fists, forcing it to take a few steps back.
However, the monster's counterattack was swift and deadly, swinging its massive arms and using the surrounding building debris as weapons to smash into Superman.
Fortunately, this is in the suburbs. If it were in the city, I wouldn’t even dare to think about it.
"Batman, we need a more effective strategy!" Superman shouted, shattering the flying debris with his heat vision.
"A plan is being formulated." Bruce whispered, and his Batplane hit Doomsday all over his body. Through the analysis of the body model he established, he found that his chest was more vulnerable than other parts of the body.
"Superman, Peregrine, Robin, target its chest! Attack it with all your might!"
"Understood!" I shouted, quickly shifting position, closing the distance with my grappling gun, and pointing my blade directly at Doomsday's chest.
However, the defense there was equally astonishing, and my sword only left a shallow scratch.
"This guy is really hard to deal with." I whispered through gritted teeth.
"Diana is here!" Barbara's voice suddenly came, with a hint of excitement.
Looking up, Wonder Woman Diana descended from the sky like a golden lightning, holding the sword and the Lasso of Truth, looking majestic.
"It seems I'm not too late." She smiled slightly, then rushed directly towards Doomsday, the sword shining brightly in the moonlight.
Diana's appearance undoubtedly brought a turning point on the battlefield.
Her sword struck Doomsday's shoulder with pinpoint accuracy, severing a piece of flesh. The monster roared in pain and swung its fist at her in anger.
Diana dodged lightly, and the lasso wrapped around Doomsday's arm like a dragon, temporarily restricting its movement.
"Now!" Diana shouted. "Attack its chest!"
Superman and I attacked almost simultaneously. I stabbed its exposed chest with my sword, and Superman's heat vision followed closely, hitting that vulnerable part hard. Doomsday let out a shrill roar and his body shook violently.
"Its core is shaking!" Barbara's voice was filled with excitement. "Try harder!"
Bruce seized the opportunity and used the Batplane to continuously fire special explosive devices, which landed precisely on Doomsday's chest. The moment the device exploded, Doomsday's movements completely stopped, and his huge body fell to the ground powerlessly, raising a cloud of dust.
"Is it over?" Dick asked cautiously.
"For now," Bruce replied calmly, his eyes still wary. "But this might just be part of Luthor's plan. Doomsday has been defeated, but he might have other tricks up his sleeve."
"Then let's continue to destroy everything he has." Diana said calmly, her eyes revealing determination. "Our cooperation with the Justice League has just begun."
We stood beside Doomsday's body, our eyes all looking in the same direction - that's where Luther was hiding.
"I'm going to destroy him." I pulled him out with a ferocious look on my face, and in front of his wide-eyed gaze, I used a special hair growth potion on him.
Before he could stroke his red curly hair in disbelief, I grinned and burned all his hair follicles with spiritual fire.
"--No!!!"
Amidst Luther's desperate cries, I calmly gathered the ashes of his burnt hair and hair follicles and waved them before his eyes.
Then he flipped his wrist and put it away.
Luthor gave a look that was even more heartbreaking than Doomsday's when he was defeated.
"How terrible." Dick muttered softly and touched his hair with lingering fear.
183.
In the months after the battle, the superheroes continued to work together tacitly to clean up the threats left by Luthor and prevent other possible alien invasions.
Luther was sent to prison, but we all assumed he would maneuver himself out pretty quickly, so his threat remained.
Moreover, Bruce did not stop there, his plan was much bigger than we could imagine.
"What is this?" Dick asked from a corner of the Batcave, staring at the design Bruce was working on. "A spaceship? Or some kind of giant weapon?"
"Neither," Bruce replied succinctly. "This is the Watchtower, a space station that will orbit Earth."
"A space station?" Barbara asked, slightly surprised, as she poked her head out from behind her computer. "Are you serious, Bruce? This isn't just a simple villa."
Bruce simply lowered his head to adjust the blueprints, his tone as calm as ever. "We need a base to monitor the entire globe and the surrounding areas, capable of responding to any possible crisis. No place on Earth is safer than space, and no place is more strategically significant."
"That sounds... really crazy." I leaned to the side with my arms folded, looking at Bruce with a raised eyebrow. "But it suits you very well."
Superman smiled slightly. "That's a good idea indeed. But such a project requires financial support, and it involves technology, international agreements, and even confidentiality..."
"I'm rich." Bruce raised his head and said expressionlessly, as if stating a fact.
After a brief silence, Dick burst into laughter. "Well, you win. That's an irrefutable argument."
"We'll see." Bruce said calmly, "The watchtower will be our most important line of defense."
184.
A few months later, the Watchtower was completed and Bruce invited all the superheroes he knew to visit it.
When we boarded our dedicated spacecraft and entered Earth orbit, and looked at the enormous space base before us, everyone couldn't help but be shocked by its grandeur.
The design of the Watchtower is extremely advanced, and its streamlined exterior structure looks particularly majestic against the backdrop of space. Its main cabin is large enough to accommodate the entire team's activities, and it also has a dedicated tactical meeting room, laboratory, rest area, and a huge holographic monitoring center that can display the status of the earth in real time.
"Oh my god, this is spectacular!" Dick was the first to exclaim, "This is ten times crazier than I imagined!"
"Indeed." Diana looked around approvingly. "Bruce, this is an extraordinary achievement."
Barbara pushed her glasses up slightly. "How did you do it? The amount of funding and technical support required is simply unimaginable."
"I'm rich." Bruce said again expressionlessly, his tone revealing undisguised confidence.
Superman couldn't help but smile, "Bruce, this place is more than just a base, it symbolizes our cooperation and hope."
"That's my original intention," Bruce replied calmly. "From here, we can truly protect the Earth and prevent any threats."
"Looks like we have you to thank, Batman." I walked to the window, looking at the blue arc of the earth, and my tone became more relaxed. "But I hope this won't make you work more overtime."
"You can rest assured about that," Bruce said calmly. "The main function of the Watchtower is to monitor and coordinate operations. The real work is still on Earth."
"In any case, this is a good starting point," Diana said with hope in her tone. "We've taken the first step. Now it depends on how we move forward."
"For justice." Superman said with a smile, his eyes firm and warm.
We stood at the observation window of the watchtower, gazing at the Earth beneath our feet. At that moment, it became clear to everyone that this watchtower was more than just a base; it was a symbol of our protection of the world and a beacon of hope.
And the future of the Justice League will begin to write a new chapter here.
185.
After the construction of the watchtower was completed, I decided to return to the sect temporarily. After all, the affairs of the Wanjian Sect are equally important.
Bruce understood my choice and just reminded me: "Leona, the door of Wayne Manor is always open to you. If you need any help, feel free to contact me."
"Of course." I smiled slightly, "But don't rely too much on me. I need time to improve myself. Maybe I can help you deal with bigger problems in the future."
Before leaving Gotham, I took one last look up at the watchtower in space. That beacon, suspended in space, symbolizes everything we defend.
After returning to the sect, I devoted myself to cultivation and sect affairs again, but news from Gotham continued to come through the system.
186.
During my brief absence, the superhero league's influence expanded rapidly. They gave it a more formal name: the Justice League.
In addition to the original core members - Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman - the league gradually absorbed more superheroes.
Green Lantern Hal Jordan, Flash Barry Allen, Martian Manhunter John Jones, Aquaman Arthur Curry and others joined one after another.
They each bring unique abilities and perspectives, making the Alliance more effective in dealing with various threats.
Bruce conducts rigorous background checks on new members and holds a formal welcoming ceremony at the Watchtower, always upholding the core tenet of the Alliance: protecting Earth from any threat, whether alien or domestic.
The Justice League gradually took shape, and Dick, Barbara, and I participated in many actions in different ways. However, when the League officially discussed the list of members, Bruce poured cold water on the three of us.
"You three cannot join the alliance." Bruce stood in the conference room of the watchtower, his tone firm, his eyes sweeping over the three of us, as if making an irrefutable judgment.
"Why?" Dick stepped forward first, his brow furrowed, his tone filled with dissatisfaction. "We've participated in so many missions. Do you still think we're not qualified?"
"It's not that you're unqualified, it's that you're still too young," Bruce said calmly. "The Alliance's responsibility is to confront global and even cosmic threats. You haven't grown to the point where you can shoulder these responsibilities on your own."
Barbara and I exchanged a glance, but we didn't show much emotion. After all, the Alliance's affairs weren't something we had to get involved in.
"Bruce is right." I shrugged. "What the Alliance needs is the strongest combat force that can be mobilized at any time. Although I really want to say that I can freeze fourteen states with one sword, but... I'm really busy. Very, extremely busy."
"I agree." Barbara nodded. "We can continue to provide assistance in Gotham and at the Bat's home. There's no need to pursue joining the League."
However, Dick's expression became increasingly grim.
"So you think we can only play supporting roles?" He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. "We can only run errands behind you forever, and can't take independent responsibilities?"
"I didn't say that." Bruce's tone was as calm as ever, yet it revealed an unquestionable authority. "But from my perspective, you still have a lot of room to grow. I won't let you take any risks."
"You're always like this." Dick turned around and said angrily, "Always using your own standards to measure us and decide what we should and shouldn't do!"
"Dick—" Bruce tried to soothe him, but he waved his hands angrily and turned to leave the meeting room.
187.
Back in the Batcave, Dick was silent for a long time. He sat alone in the corner of the training room, twirling the boxing stick in his hand.
"Are you going to sulk like this forever?" I walked over and sat down next to him.
"I just..." He looked up at me, his brows furrowed. "I just think we can do more."
"Of course." I smiled slightly. "I never doubted that we could do better, especially you, Dick. You have always been the most energetic among us, but also the one who gave Bruce the most headaches."
"We're not kids anymore," Dick said firmly. "We've proven our abilities. We don't need to rely on him all the time."
I handed him a piece of chocolate and asked, "So what do you want to do?"
"Build our own team." Dick took the chocolate and unwrapped it, his blue eyes sparkling. "Since he doesn't believe we can stand on our own, I'll form a team of our own and prove it to him!"
Oh~ Dick, still brooding over what Bruce said, like an angry little pufferfish, he is so cute!
I raised an eyebrow. "Sounds good. But you know, it won't be easy."
"Of course not." Dick ate the chocolate in one bite. "But I've made up my mind. I will find like-minded people and protect this world together."
188.
Soon, Dick's actions began. He left the Batcave and began to look for his teammates. His target was those heroes who were as young as us but had extraordinary abilities.
The first to join him is Kid Flash (Kid Flash), Barry Allen's assistant, who is good at high-speed movement, cheerful and full of sense of justice.
The second is Donna Troy (Wonder Girl), Diana's sister who possesses extraordinary strength and fighting skills similar to Wonder Woman.
Later, Green Arrow's assistant Speedy, as well as young heroes such as Starfire and Beast Boy also joined.
Dick brought them together and named them the "Teen Titans".
"We may not be as powerful as the Justice League." Dick stood in front of the new team, his eyes determined, "but we will prove our worth in our own way."
189.
Bruce remained silent about Dick's decision, like a saw-mouthed gourd, and Barbara and I clearly chose to support him.
"Are you sure you don't want to join the Teen Titans?" Dick asked me, his tone full of anticipation.
"No." I shook my head in a disapproving tone. "I'm already busy enough with Gotham and the sect... Our sect has been preparing for the sect competition lately, and I'm definitely going to participate in the individual competition. Besides, I think you need a team that's completely yours, instead of having me constantly steal the spotlight."
"Me too," Barbara took over. "But if we need you, you know how to find us."
"Thank you." Although Dick was a little disappointed, he still came over to hug us. "You will always be my family."
"Don't think you can rebel against me just because you have your own team." I pinched Dick's cheek. "I will always be behind you and support you."
"I'm grown up now." Dick said, covering his red face. "Stop pinching my face."
"The little wings are so cute." Barbara and I hugged each other and shed tears of emotion for the lovely Dick.
190.
As the Justice League's fame grows, governments around the world begin trying to reach out to this rapidly rising super team.
One day, I received a message from Barbara in the sect: "Guess what? The United Nations has sent a formal invitation to the Alliance, wanting the Justice League to become their direct affiliate."
"Let me guess, what did Bruce answer?" I asked with a chuckle.
"He refused outright," Barbara said, her tone filled with undisguised pride. "He said, 'The Justice League's duty is to protect Earth, not to serve any particular country or government. We are an unofficial alliance, not subject to any outside control.'"
"That's Bruce style," I sighed. "But they might think we're a threat."
"Yes, especially Luthor." Barbara added, "He is also trying to use public opinion to discredit the League, especially targeting Superman and Bruce."
191.
Despite the tension between the Justice League and the government, they have always maintained neutrality. Bruce insists that the League's purpose is to be independent of politics and interests and to protect the Earth with absolute impartiality.
At a League meeting, Bruce reiterated this to all members: "We are not tools of governments, and we will not sacrifice global security for the benefit of any country. Our responsibility is to ensure that everyone can live in a peaceful environment, no matter where they come from."
"Well said." Superman nodded in agreement, "We protect everyone on Earth, not just the selfish interests of certain individuals."
"But this also means that we will face more enemies," Wonder Woman reminded. "Those who are blocked by us will try their best to weaken us."
"So we must stay strong." Bruce said coldly, "We don't need their approval, we just need them to know that we won't back down."
The independence of the Justice League has attracted global attention, with both supporters and opponents, but the League has always stood firm in its position and proved its worth through action.
In the sect, I also gradually felt a new sense of responsibility - alas, it was mainly because I was too outstanding. I joined the student union the year I joined the sect, and won the first place in the Wanjian Sect individual competition for three consecutive years, and gorgeously inherited the title of eldest sister. This year's sect competition held every three years even defeated all the competitors and won the championship.
So the sect made an exception and recruited me into the law enforcement team.
As the name suggests, the Enforcement Team, though composed entirely of students, conducts regular patrols, accepts official bounties, and assists the authorities. They serve as a bridge between the sect and the authorities, and are the backbone of managing the safety of this western region.
Although the agreement on harmonious coexistence between humans, demons and spirit beasts has been signed for almost a hundred years, humans cannot even live in complete harmony with each other. How can we expect other races to live in harmony with each other?
It’s good enough that we don’t fight each other to death, why do we need a bicycle?
Between humans, between humans and demons, between humans and beasts, between demons and demons... all need to be handled by us. We can either coordinate with the Alien Management Bureau (human officials), or we can cooperate with the Demon Spirit Realm (demon officials), or we can discuss with the Shiwan Dashan (spiritual beast officials)...
There's so much to do, so much to do, I can't keep up. I'm just arguing with all those people all day long, and I don't have time to deal with a lot of things.
Sometimes, I look up at the sky and think of my comrades who once fought side by side with me.
Even Doomsday seems handsome in my memory.
"Lingo." Master's voice interrupted my thoughts. "The path of cultivation is endless. But when you chose to defend peace in the mortal world, your heart was destined to be tied to two worlds."
"I understand." I replied with a resentful look in my eyes, "but that's no reason for you to push your tasks onto me."
The master walked away leisurely with his head held high and whistling.
I have to say that this dead look of not wanting to work is exactly like my mother.
Then he couldn't stand it anymore, so he skipped the mission and used the boundary anchor to go to Gotham to cry to Alfu.
Well, by the way, I'd like to thank General Zod and Luthor for making me a rich man at such a young age.
Including the main storylines of Gotham and Xiuxian, as well as those side quests, special quests, bond quests, etc., my universe fragments have reached an astonishing 19,225, and I have 31 draws of the Star Track Pass.
I buy the latest model of darts every day and throw a set with them (it will automatically find its way back).
Being rich is so simple and unpretentious.
The minor paid in full for all the newbie discount items. Needless to say, he has great strength.
I don't know what to do with the light cone, so I threw it into the system backpack. The materials were also thrown into the backpack.
I put the synthesis machine and life baker in the bat cave, but due to being busy, I haven't used them yet, so I don't know how fun they are.
I will definitely play it when I have free time!
192.
Three years have passed, and Gotham remains a never-ending chaotic stage play. Criminals like the Joker, the Riddler, Killer Croc, the Penguin, and Black Mask pop up from time to time, fighting for territory and causing chaos.
Gotham seems to be infected with some incurable plague, and a headache-inducing incident breaks out every once in a while.
Moreover, after the situation stabilized, I never encountered any rare items again. The system said that if I didn't have any, it meant that I had fallen into this world, which was a good thing.
I reluctantly accepted it.
It’s not that I really want to use strange things, it’s just a collecting habit. When I see some strange things, I can’t help but want to collect them.
At the same time, our family continued to grow.
After James Gordon was promoted to Sheriff, he pushed for an important measure: a Batlight to be installed on the roof of the police station to summon Batman.
This is not only his trust in Batman, but also lets the ordinary people of Gotham know that they are not alone.
Harvey Dent became a top prosecutor, and with his unwavering will and extraordinary intelligence, he sent more criminals to prison, some of whom were even sentenced to death. His name became a household name in the legal community.
195.
The Justice League's fame has spread across the globe. They've recruited more members, including Green Arrow, Hawkman, and Martian Manhunter. Each member has his or her own expertise, and the League works together with exceptional efficiency to tackle a wide range of threats, from alien invasions to natural disasters.
There has also been more contact between the alliance and the government, but they have always insisted on maintaining their independence.
"We are an unofficial alliance," Diana said at a meeting, her tone undeniable. "We are here to protect the Earth, not to become a tool of any government."
The alliance's position has won the support of most members, but it has also brought them more pressure and questioning.
But it doesn’t matter. No matter how much doubts Congress has, they will still wait for the Justice League to solve the problem when they encounter it.
This doesn't sound impressive at all...it even sounds a bit pathetic...
196.
The Teen Titans completed many missions under Dick's leadership, but as the members grew up, their goals began to change.
"The Teen Titans will eventually grow up to be Titans," Dick said at the final meeting. "We are no longer children. It's time to move on to a bigger stage."
Thus, the Teen Titans were officially disbanded, and replaced by a more mature and professional team - the Titans.
After another disagreement with Bruce on his actions, Dick made a major decision: he wanted to go solo! He wanted to leave Gotham! He wanted to become an independent hero!
"Nightwing." Dick said to Bruce as he left, "This is my new name, and it also marks a brand new beginning. I will defend justice in my own way!"
Then he turned around and made his debut in Blüdhaven, the city closest to Gotham.
I told Dick, don't love me too much.
197.
Not long after Dick left, Bruce picked up a new kid - Jason Todd.
It was an ordinary night and we were on patrol when we saw a little boy trying to steal the tires of the Batmobile.
"He might be my new brother," I mused as I stood next to Batman.
"Sometimes I really doubt that it's not Batman who wants to adopt a child, but you who want to have new brothers and sisters." Barbara joked on the channel.
"No, even before I wanted a second child, I knew I would have many brothers and sisters." I muttered mysteriously, "So in the beginning, I didn't have the slightest hostility towards you, but was full of love!"
"Look how cute he is. He looks like a diligent little hamster as he works hard to pry open Batman's tire!" I covered my face and watched the little boy working hard to pry open the tire.
Barbara landed lightly and patted his shoulder.
"Hey, boy. Do you know what you're doing?"
The little boy shuddered at the sudden physical contact. He turned around abruptly, a crowbar in his hand, his face full of defensiveness and stubbornness.
"I know. I'm going to pry it open and sell it for money," he said calmly.
Bruce stepped out of the shadows and looked down at him, his eyes calm but not intimidating. "Are you alone?"
"What's it to you?" Jason glared at Bruce without showing any weakness.
"Hey, boy, it's not a good behavior to stay up late at night." I walked around him.
"Where's the other tire?" Barbara asked.
We then followed the little boy back to his home, and we quickly got into a fight with him on the way. After all, I have to say, no child growing up in Gotham would dislike Peregrine Falcon! Of course, there were also Robin and Batgirl.
"It seems you've pried off more than just Batman's tires." Barbara said to him, looking at the three or four tires scattered around the room.
"Take your damn tire away! Then get out of here and stay away from me!" the little boy was furious.
"You live here alone, right?" I looked at the small house that was drafty on all sides. His bed was a mattress placed at the door, which was cleaner than the house itself.
"Yeah, what's wrong? This is my place, I like it very much!" It can be seen that he tried his best to clean up here. Although there are not many things, they are all kept tidy.
Although the little boy acted very irritable during our barrage of questions, he would answer our questions every time.
He is so polite!
Finally, Batman ended the conversation with "Are you hungry?" We put the tire back on, bought hamburgers, fried chicken, and pizza, and took little Jason swinging up to the high-rise buildings in Gotham.
His face was flushed and his eyes were shining. When we gestured for him to sit between us, he looked so happy that he was about to burst with joy but tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth.
We finished our meal while enjoying the night view of Gotham and picked up little Jason.
Bruce still insisted on pretending in front of Jason that he and Batman were not the same person, and asked me to quietly leave and return to Wayne Manor. Then he pretended to bring Little Jason to Wayne Island and asked us to take care of him.
Hmm... I don't understand, so I'm asking, at this point, what's the point of pretending? Or is this just some kind of charade Bruce is playing?
Never mind, after all, everyone in this family dotes on Bruce, so we're willing to act with him.
Barbara, do you want to bet me when Xiaojie will know that Bruce is Batman? I bet it won't last a week!
Barbara was even more ruthless, she bet for three days.
I thought she was right, so I decided not to gamble.
197.
I called Dick to tell him the good news.
"So, he tried to steal a tire, and you took him out for pizza and adopted him?" Dick sounded like he was trying to stifle a laugh. "When did Gotham become an orphanage?"
"Watch your tone, Nightwing." I coughed lightly. "Come back soon after you finish your patrol (there's a teleportation circle drawn by Barbara in his safe house). Our family has a new member."
"Okay, I'll be back soon." Dick's voice was filled with helplessness.
I hung up the phone with satisfaction.
When it comes to family, you can never have too many.
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