Chapter 59 The True Face of John Society【VIP】
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The next day, Dick and I drove to Damian's school separately, Dick took the boys and I took the girls.
"Honestly, will it really not cause any trouble for Damian if we go?" Stephanie asked casually while sitting in the passenger seat, chewing gum.
"Yes," I answered decisively, "but that's not the point."
"So what's the point?" Kashan asked curiously in the back seat.
"The point is, our mere presence makes him feel more threatened," I said slowly. "Besides, it's a rare source of fun for us."
"You are such a good sister." Barbara looked at me meaningfully.
"Thank you for the compliment." I said seriously.
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As we drove up to Damian's school, I spotted him from a distance, standing there with his arms folded, his expression as if he were entering a life-or-death duel. Next to him, Tim, wearing a T-shirt, was leisurely sipping a Coke, looking like he was watching a spectacle.
"Oh, he's getting angry," Stephanie sighed.
"This means we came to the right place." I said happily, pulled the handbrake, pushed open the car door and walked out.
Damian's eyes locked onto me instantly, a piercing look that seemed to pin me to the spot. "You are not allowed in."
"Hey, don't be so stingy." Dick got out of another car and patted Damian on the shoulder with a smile. "We just came to see your friends."
Damian slapped Dick's hand away expressionlessly and said coldly, "All of you—disappear right where you are."
"Oh, Damian, that's so hurtful." Tim sighed regretfully, "You didn't reject me yesterday."
"Just because I didn't intend to reject you yesterday doesn't mean I didn't intend to reject them." Damian gritted his teeth.
I waved my hand. "It's too late to refuse now. We're already here."
Damian took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress his anger.
"Okay, okay, we really won't cause any more trouble." Dick patted Damian's shoulder soothingly, then added seriously, "At least, it won't be too much trouble."
Damian's eyes suddenly became more dangerous.
Tim glanced down at the time, then smiled and said, "Well, shall we go in?"
Damian closed his eyes, then snorted coldly and turned away: "Whatever you want."
Tim and I looked at each other and smiled in tacit understanding.
Plan pass.
764.
The group walked into the school in a mighty procession. Under the gaze of the students, the scene was very spectacular for a while.
Damian walked in front, like a prince being paraded through the streets, while his "family and friends" behind him looked around with their own thoughts.
"I don't understand what you guys are trying to do." Damian said without turning his head, his tone full of vigilance.
"It's simple. I'll learn about your campus life and help you expand your social circle." Dick replied with a smile.
"By the way, let's take a look at what this John Society is." I added.
Damian snorted coldly, clearly scoffing at our reasoning.
"Come to think of it," Tim said thoughtfully, observing his surroundings, "your school is... pretty normal."
"What were you expecting?" Damian frowned.
"Hmm..." Tim stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Evil Kids Support Group? Noble Assassination Club? Or the 'First Steps to Becoming a Super Villain' Seminar?"
"Damian might have had these projects when he was in the League of Assassins," Stephanie muttered.
Damian's expression was clearly not right. He stopped abruptly and stared at Tim with narrowed eyes. "Are you trying to provoke me?"
"Of course not." Tim smiled innocently, "I just care about you."
Damian sneered, "Your concern creeps me out."
"Thank you for the compliment."
In an atmosphere that was about to get tense, we finally arrived at our destination - John Society's activity classroom.
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There were a few students standing at the door, and when they saw Damian, they immediately came forward to greet him warmly.
"Hi? Are you the new member joining our club?" asked a blond-haired, green-eyed boy.
Damian calmly took a half step back and looked at the other person calmly: "It's me."
The blond boy finally noticed us. He was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion, "What are these..."
"His 'family and friends'." Tim introduced with a smile, "We're just here to take a look."
The blond boy's eyes moved between us before landing on Dick. "You look familiar."
"Oh?" Dick raised his eyebrows and smiled gently. "Have we met somewhere before?"
"No... I just feel like I've seen it on Twitter somewhere..."
Damiao got up.
"Okay." He interrupted everyone's conversation impatiently, "Can we go in?"
The blond boy nodded quickly and made way for him. "Of course, of course! Come in!"
766.
So, we one.
…Then, everyone’s attention was drawn to the overwhelming paintings.
There are all kinds of sketches, some are sloppy, some are exquisite, and some even look like cover designs - but what they all have in common is the theme.
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Constantine from all angles, in all styles, smoking, rolling his eyes, carrying a bottle of wine, and even...
"Uh, the version he wears in a maid outfit?" Stephanie was the first to break the silence, her tone full of shock.
"I have to say, the details are well drawn," Tim analyzed rationally.
"W-what the hell is this?" I looked at Damian in disbelief. "You joined a Constantine cult?!"
Damian's face was so dark that ink could drip out of it.
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"I don't know." Damian's tone was dangerous, as if he was about to kill someone. "John Society? You mean this?"
The blond boy was stunned for a moment: "What else?"
Damian turned his head sharply and stared at Tim: "Drake—"
Tim spread his hands innocently: "You didn't ask me?"
"Then why didn't you stop me yesterday?"
"Hmm..." Tim stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Maybe it's because this bet is too easy for you. I just want to see how you would lose."
I gasped. Are the fights between brothers so insidious these days?
Tim smiled slightly, "The struggle between princes has always been like this."
...Shut up, you bastard. In ancient times, it was basically impossible for adopted children like you to compete for power with biological children!
In the first chapter of a domestic intrigue novel, you'll be framed and married to the silly girl from the wealthy family next door, and you'll be kicked out of the center of power. Then, you'll be depressed and die of sorrow.
Tim thought for a moment and told me, "On the wedding night, there'll be a secret agent/miracle doctor/master thief... The heroine will travel through time and merge her soul with my depressed self. I'll go to the study. She'll start researching gunpowder, cement, cosmetics... Then I'll live a life of being a gigolo, yelling "666" after the heroine."
Jason looked at him with disdain, "Why would the heroine fall for a duck like you?"
Tim took a small mirror from Jason's pocket, looked at himself in the mirror, and felt sorry for himself. "With this face of mine that looks expensive at first glance."
...I can't refute it. Although Yaya is very black-hearted, she is really beautiful.
768.
While we were bickering, a group of people in the club had already reacted and exchanged glances quickly, as if they were using telepathy to communicate some kind of tactics.
Then, a girl wearing large-framed glasses quickly squeezed to the front, looked at Damian enthusiastically, and extended her hand: "Welcome to the John Club! I'm the president, Emily, and you'll be one of us from now on!"
Damian glanced down at her outstretched hand, but instead of shaking it, he slowly looked away. He surveyed everyone present, as if considering how to uproot their club.
The president was not intimidated by his attitude. Instead, he said excitedly: "Although you are a new member, from the moment you joined, you have become our family!"
"Well," Dick tried to smooth things over, "family might be a little—"
"Our worship of Constantine knows no blood ties!" the blond boy said firmly. "Anyone willing to join this club will be accepted unconditionally!"
I glanced at the densely packed portraits in the room, my expression subtle: "The atmosphere in your club... is even more fanatical than we imagined."
Tim gave a malicious smile: "Damian, if you want to regret it, it's not too late now."
"Shut up." Damian gritted his teeth. "I mean what I say."
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"Since you're a new member, as per custom, you need to answer our admission questions!" The president excitedly pulled out a notebook and cleared his throat. "Please describe Constantine in one sentence!"
"Annoying," Damian deadpanned.
"Too brief!" The president shook his head. "You must express your opinion in its entirety!"
Damian took a deep breath, seemingly trying to suppress his anger to the limit, and finally squeezed out a somewhat complete sentence: "He's an annoying, manipulative, and damn liar."
The club members fell into deep thought.
"That's a bit sharp..." the blond boy muttered.
"But it's quite accurate." The girl with glasses exclaimed, "You really understand Constantine very well."
Damian: “…”
Tim laughed until his shoulders shook.
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"Okay!" The president wrote something down in his notebook with great satisfaction. "Next, you need to complete our new member induction ceremony!"
"Isn't it going to be a blood oath or something like that?" Dick asked worriedly.
"Of course not!" The president excitedly took out a stack of papers, "We're asking new members to complete a portrait of Constantine to express your respect for him!"
Everyone suddenly showed complicated expressions.
...This is interesting.
Everyone in the family knew Damian's talent for drawing, personally confirmed by Alfred and Dick. His figures were vivid, his brushstrokes precise, and he could convey emotion through every detail.
Although his paintings of Tim were abstract, his paintings of Jason were occasionally rough, and his paintings of Dick were mostly detailed and occasionally very chaotic...
And now—he was going to paint Constantine.
"Are you sure?" I sighed in mock derision. "If you let him paint Constantine, it might open a door that's irreversible."
"That's okay!" the president said confidently. "Art is a way to express true emotions. We respect everyone's style!"
"Really?" Tim smiled meaningfully. "Then let's look forward to it."
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Damian picked up a pen and paper, was silent for five seconds, and then began to draw.
The entire club gathered around him, watching him put pen to paper with anticipation.
Three minutes later, the president's expression changed from anticipation to subtlety, and finally froze on his face.
"Uh..." the blond boy said cautiously, "What...is this?"
I glanced down and nearly laughed.
In the picture, a man wearing a windbreaker and holding a cigarette... is abstracted into a chicken, with magic runes wrapped around its wings, a bottle of whiskey in its claws, and its eyes are filled with the emptiness and sophistication unique to chickens.
"This is... Constantine?" The president's voice sounded like he was trying hard to stay sane.
"Yes," Damian replied expressionlessly.
“Why chicken?”
"He looks like him."
President: ...
Society members: ...
Dick covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking wildly.
Jason had turned his back to the group, clearly trying hard to stifle laughter.
Stephanie squatted in the corner, muffled with pain: "Hahahahahahahaha... I'm sorry, I can't hold it in anymore..."
Tim had no intention of holding back his laughter and nearly fell off his chair: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
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"Damian!" The president finally couldn't help but say, "Can you be serious?!"
"I'm serious." Damian's tone was unwavering. "This is what I really mean."
"But—" The president looked at the painting, as if trying to find something acceptable. "Well, to be honest… this painting does have a lot of personality."
"If you want me to change, that's impossible," Damian said coldly. "If this doesn't meet the criteria for joining, then I can leave."
The president took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth: "No, we respect everyone's creation... You passed."
I:"……"
Is this society a bit too tolerant?
"Great!" The blond boy quickly accepted the reality and passed the painting to the others. "This chicken... no, this 'Constantine' really has a soul!"
"Yeah, that decadent and helpless look was captured perfectly!"
"And the rune details are actually correct?" the girl with glasses said in surprise, "You also study magic?"
“…” A crack appeared on Damian’s face.
He just subconsciously drew some familiar magic runes, and he never expected that these people could actually understand them?!
"Who are you?" Damian looked at them suspiciously.
"We're just fans of Constantine!" The president raised his fist, his eyes determined. "We don't understand magic, curses, or the dark world, but we deeply understand Constantine's spirit!"
...This is what's even more terrifying.
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The president solemnly placed the painting into the album and said, "Damian, your work will be included in our 'Constantine Art Archives'! Welcome aboard!"
Damian's expression cracked.
Tim laughed so hard that he almost died: "Hahahahahaha, congratulations, Damian, you have won the true recognition of the John Society."
He wiped away the tears of laughter. "You also won our bet. I will always remember this day. From today on, you will join the glorious Constantine Cult. I am proud of you."
"Drake." Damian slowly raised his head, his eyes extremely gloomy. "You are dead."
775.
In front of ordinary people, Damian endured and did not attack Tim until there was no one in sight except us. Then Damian suddenly attacked and performed Subway Surfers with Tim on the rooftop of Gotham.
We looked up and watched as Damian chased Tim away, becoming two tiny black dots.
Jason took out his phone and took a few pictures, then saved them in his "Gotham Daily Happy Moments" folder. "Well, today's daily tasks are complete."
Stephanie watched them climb over the rooftops while chewing gum. "Do you think Tim will be caught by Damian in the end, or will he use his ruthless tactics to kill him?"
"50% to 50%." I shrugged. "Either Tim will eventually escape Damian's pursuit with some trickery, or Damian will use his extraordinary endurance to catch him and then beat him up at home for 30 minutes."
"So which one should we save?" Dick and Jason bought a hot dog on the roadside.
"No one's helping them." Jason took a bite of his delicious hot dog and said simply, "They can handle it themselves."
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"What about us?" Kashan turned her head and asked.
"Of course we're going back." I clapped my hands happily. "We're here to witness history. We've already successfully witnessed Damian officially become a proud member of the Constantine fan club—"
Dick covered his face and said, "Oh, don't say that. Little D will get even angrier if he hears it."
I shrugged, my eyes sincere: "I'm just telling the truth."
Stephanie leaned against the wall and laughed. "No, I can't hold it in any longer... What if Constantine himself finds out?"
"Oh, that's great." Tim returned at some point, a perfect behind-the-scenes smile on his face. "Constantine will definitely want to meet his new fan in person."
Everyone was silent for a second, then looked at each other at the same time.
——Then we decided to go home.
777.
When we returned to the Batcave, Tim and Damian had already had a great time tearing down the house in the Batcave. Jason even handed the little devil a sports drink to replenish his energy.
Damian shook the dust off his hands and snorted coldly, "This matter won't end so easily, Derek, you're done."
Tim raised an eyebrow as he rubbed his arm. "Of course, Damian. I'll remember everything that happened today."
I patted Damian's shoulder. "Don't worry. You're not the only one in your family with a dark history."
"Yeah." Jason casually picked up his phone and shook it. The screen showed the photo he had just secretly taken of Damian joining the Constantine cult. "Don't worry, everyone will remember this wonderful moment forever."
Damian's eyes suddenly became dangerous.
——Then, another wall-climbing chase took place in the Batcave.
I sat on the couch and sighed, picked up the bag of chips, and took a slow bite. "What a beautiful day."
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