Chapter 87: Ge Tan at Night

The pointer outside the clock tower ticked, and when it reached twelve o'clock, a low and pleasant bell rang from inside the building.

"clang--"

At this moment, the moonlight shone through the colorful glass window onto Tim's face, and also reflected a long, narrow shadow behind him that had not yet fully appeared. He instantly tightened his cheeks, turned off the monitor with one hand, and threw the bat dart to the left and back with his right hand without hesitation.

The metal weapon was easily caught by the person who came, without making any sound.

Robin heaved a sigh of relief.

"When did you come back?" He couldn't help but complain, "If I had known this, I wouldn't have called Nightwing back from Bludhaven."

"My original intention was just to go to New York to discuss something, and my plan didn't include staying out overnight." Batman, who had just changed into his uniform, asked, "What happened? Was the opponent difficult to deal with?"

"It's Damian. He's too bored, and you've forbidden him from going out for leisure recently. Barbara and I are at the night activities... I think you haven't paid enough attention to him recently, so he feels a little excluded from this family, so he always wants to run away."

“He’s still trying.”

“After you and Alfred almost turned the walls of Wayne Manor into a second Blackgate prison, yes, Damian hasn’t given up yet. If he succeeds one day, he will be the youngest prison escape master in the world.”

"I haven't thought about it." Moses said with a headache, "I don't mean to hide him from the public. He gets along well with Superboy and Spider-Man, but letting him stand in front of the media and the public as the heir of Wayne is another matter."

"I understand." Tim said with a little sympathy, "You have a special identity, and he does have your blood. People will think that you had a son many years ago, and he was just brought to Gotham by you. In the eyes of those who don't know, this will be the only breakthrough to figure out Bruce Wayne's past identity."

"But you also know that Damian's mental age is only younger than his physical age. He may not be unaware of your difficulties, but he hopes that you can accept him as soon as possible."

Moses paused and asked, "When did you become so close to him?"

"I called Nightwing back here just to clear things up, Bruce. If I can say two nice words to Damian and you'll come over and calm him down, I'll say a hundred."

"...I will finish the work at hand as soon as possible."

The issue of raising children has been passed around countless times between Moses and outsiders. Even though Damian was not born naturally and is not strictly speaking Batman's responsibility, he still has to admit his mistake. "When the time is right, Damian can step out into the world and have his own study life."

Robin asked at the right moment: "So what have you been busy with recently? Did you come up with these coordinate systems by yourself?"

“Barbara was a huge help.”

Noticing Tim's expression, Moses added, "I think you've put enough effort into the Batcave and the Wayne Group."

"Well, Barbara is a good girl, especially after she broke up with Dick... No, I didn't mean anything else." Noticing the ambiguity in his words, Tim quickly supplemented it and said angrily, "So what is this?"

The Gotan Knight's hand slid across the table, and the three-dimensional coordinate system suspended in the air rotated left and right with his movements.

"These are the coordinates of parallel universes that have been observed."

Tim gave me a 'what are you talking about, my ears must be broken' look.

"The Justice League also provided a lot of help. Through them, I was able to learn a lot of alien technology, but after several months, I was only able to build a rough basic model." Moses looked at the coordinate system and fell into a brief thought, not noticing that Robin's eyes were becoming more and more strange. "Remember what I mentioned at the beginning about strengthening the boundaries of the universe? I still think this plan is feasible, but the time period and money invested may be more than expected."

Although their universe is indeed a sieve, it is not so easy to fill the holes.

Even the first step is fraught with difficulties - how can one repair the ozone hole if one does not even understand the main composition of the atmosphere?

"But I think this is pretty fast!" Tim stuttered. "You can't expect it to be as easy as marking all the prisoners in Arkham in two nights, right?"

In fact, this is not simple at all. Many people can't even tell their aunts and uncles apart.

But forget it, think about it, he is Batman... Anyway, there are more people and things around Batman that are a little out of common sense.

"You're right, don't pay attention to it anymore, Robin." Batman pressed the remote control on his arm, and the computer screen and the surrounding tables and chairs sank into the ground and disappeared. "We have other things to do."

**

After Christmas comes the new year. Last year's fierce presidential election came to an end, with Trump winning by a narrow margin, which made Superman breathe a sigh of relief.

"I almost thought I was going to see Luther's bald head on the news every day."

Batman said objectively: "You are solely responsible for Luther's failure in the election. He was busy dealing with you during the critical period of canvassing for votes, and finally put himself in jail. Under such circumstances, Luther only slightly lagged behind his competitors in the November election, which shows the strength of our new president."

But no matter what, the Justice League has long been on the right track, and who becomes the president of the United States will not have much impact on them.

As the weather warmed up and it was early spring, Moses finally made up his mind to take Damian to the stage. This little guy was too smart, and was taught by the Assassin's League to be both fierce and cunning. Fortunately, he had not lived with Talia for too long, otherwise Tim would never be willing to say good things about him.

But family relations aren't any better now.

Moses had just announced that he was taking Damian to the company, and the boy looked up and asked, "Do you finally think I'm qualified to inherit half of your business? What about the Robin uniform? When can you take it off and hand it over to me?"

Tim, who was pointed at by him, looked upset.

In fact, Tim is not a particularly tough person, and he doesn't mind wearing Robin's clothes occasionally - he has also considered retiring in two years and going solo like Nightwing and Red Hood, and then let Batman worry about a disobedient assistant.

Damian, however, is very good at making people angry.

"Wait until you've defeated me more times than I've defeated you."

"That's not that difficult." Damian raised his chin and said arrogantly.

"Okay, I don't plan to let you take over the Wayne Group." Moses suppressed the urge to raise his hand and hit him on the back of the head, and spoke to stop this unnecessary quarrel. "You are still a child. It won't be too late to discuss it in a few years. But I need to let the board of directors meet with you to show my importance to you, so that others can make an assessment before taking action."

He walked quickly toward the elevator.

"Come here, you have half an hour to change."

“Who’s going to fight me? Let them.” Damian trotted after him and got ready for a fight. “I haven’t hit anyone in a long time. My knife will get rusty.”

"No." Batman said coldly, "You can't take the initiative to attack ordinary people without my permission."

"but……"

"I said no. You promised me."

Damian tutted. "But if they want to kidnap me, that doesn't count, right?"

"That can't kill anyone."

The boy's mouth drooped. "Yes, father."

No matter how the board of directors viewed this heir who suddenly appeared and was obviously Bruce Wayne's biological son, everyone was an adult and could at least maintain the appearance. And everyone knew that every minute and every second when the chairman of the Wayne Group appeared in the company was worth cherishing, so the meeting omitted unnecessary greetings and opening remarks. The spokesperson's tone was like a machine gun, fearing that the boss would get impatient waiting.

But even in such a highly tense and fast-paced situation, people still couldn't help but glance at Damian who was sitting in the corner reading a book with an expressionless face.

No one would doubt his blood relationship with Bruce Wayne, after all, their facial features are almost identical.

At least they could imagine the identity of the boy's mother, and many people thought that she must be an icy beauty with green eyes.

After the meeting, the board members left with concerns. Damian put down his book and raised his head and said, "They look down on you."

"Can you feel it?"

"It's so obvious. Why do you tolerate a bunch of good-for-nothings doing this in front of you?"

"There are many considerations." The man at the head of the long table crossed his arms and said calmly, "And your evaluation is unfair. They can do their job well."

"I'm very skeptical." Damian pouted and jumped off the chair. "When you proposed the charity plan to transform Gotan, except for the CEO of the group who expressed support, everyone else looked disapproving. There's no way they would follow your plan."

"Lucius is my friend, and the other board members put their own interests first. This is a game, and the outcome cannot be determined through a simple negotiation."

“I don’t understand.” Damian was still holding Capital in his hand. “If it were me, when someone tried to divide my interests, I would try to…” He observed Moses’ expression and changed to a more gentle word, “deal with him.”

Moses has been with him for several months, but he still feels helpless about the child's deep-rooted jungle law. Is it the chick effect? ​​The influence of the Assassin's League is too great.

"But this is a civilized society, at least on the surface, where people are used to resolving disagreements in a more stable and tactful way, without bloodshed, rather than -"

His voice suddenly stopped, and he raised his hand to grope under the documents on his desk and pulled out a piece of paper.

"Instead of just threatening people and extorting security like the mafia..."

The last half of the sentence was almost whispered. He looked at the note in his hand with a frown on his face, his expression becoming thoughtful.

The note read: Bruce Wayne will die tomorrow.

Like an ominous curse.

It also seems like a definite prophecy.