Change your destiny from becoming a villain

Inside the abandoned factory, Bruce was led by Damian to the place where the clown died.

Looking at the clowns with weird smiles on the ground, he put on gloves and a gas mask with a serious face and knelt down to examine the corpse, hoping to find some clues from the clown.

"The first is the cause of death." Bruce fiddled with the body, and stated in his mouth: "I was pierced by a sword in the heart, and then died of heavy bleeding. There were signs of struggle and movement all over the body, and the wound was dug by himself with his fingers. It should be him. At that time, I was checking the authenticity of the wound."

"That is to say, in the eyes of the clown at the time, it was an unbelievable thing that he was injured. It was so unbelievable that he thought he was hallucinating, so he confirmed the authenticity of the wound."

Jason on the side was recording, but he couldn't help showing disgust when he saw the clown's strange smile: "I didn't expect this guy to die so suddenly."

"For Lars, people like the clown are indeed the 'evil' that he must get rid of, which fits his character very well." Bruce continued to elaborate on his views: "And I have to admit that his death is a Something that makes me feel at ease."

"Compared to other opponents, he is too dangerous and unpredictable."

After checking the outside, he peeled off the clown's clothes, and after searching out all kinds of dangerous items hidden inside, his tone became a little lower again.

"It's just that even if you die, you don't forget to leave some gifts for me, which surprises me."

Those were the letters recorded on the clothes inside, which were left by the clown when he laughed crazily last night.

Knowing that he was about to die, the clown didn't miss any chance. He moved his body while being mad, intentionally letting his own blood flow everywhere, and at the same time left death messages on his clothes with his fingers.

When he saw Damian coming in the miniature batsuit and driving the Batmobile, he deduced that Damian or someone else must have informed Batman of his situation after his death.

As long as Batman knows that the Joker is dead, even if he recovers the body just in case, he must see the message he left on his body.

This is his gift to Batman.

As for what he said... it was actually just a pretense to attract attention.

"Camera [camera]..." Looking at those letters, Bruce's eyes flashed with clarity, "He really has no flaws at all, even if he dies, he still leaves important evidence."

"What do you mean?" Jason looked at Bruce in surprise, and immediately reacted in the next second, "He installed a surveillance camera?"

"Of course, what if you don't install a surveillance camera in your site." Bruce took off his gas mask and took out something like high-tech glasses from his pocket to put on his eyes, "Lars also miscalculated , When he killed him, he didn't even think that he was under the surveillance camera of the other party, as long as we find the surveillance equipment, we can know what happened last night."

"I found it." He scanned the surrounding area, and quickly locked on a certain location deep in the factory with the power of high technology. "Let's go."

It didn't take long for Bruce to return to Wayne Manor with all kinds of dangerous items left by the clown, corpses and monitoring equipment.

In the underground of Wayne Manor, Alfred, Damian, and Jason watched Bruce manipulate the computer to export the monitoring data, and then saw everything last night.

Including the scene where Lars "freezes" the Joker and Damian for a split second.

"Five seconds." They were silent for a long time after reading the record, until Bruce broke the silence first: "Lars made Damian and the clown lose five seconds of cognitive time. And this power does not Not from some kind of high-tech 'prop', but similar to the 'mystery' that Jason holds now."

He pressed a button to zoom in on many of the tiny scenes in the recording.

"First of all, the clown. You can see in the video that Lars brought out his blood when he drew his sword. But his blood stagnated in the air. No, it should be said to be infinitely close and stagnant."

"After an in-depth analysis by the supercomputer, I found that his blood seems to have stopped moving, but in fact it is still moving in the air at a speed that is difficult to distinguish with the 'naked eye', but this speed is faster than the slowest creature in the world Be slow. For a master like Lars, it is enough to kill him back and forth."

"It's impossible!" It wasn't Jason who felt unbelievable, but Damian, "The water in the Lazarus Pool doesn't have such power. If Grandpa had such power, the plan of the Assassin League would have been completed long ago." .”

"So it's certain that he got this power recently, not even for a long time." Bruce thought of a boy with an angelic face but a devilish personality in his mind, "Jason, Lars may be just like you." , got the power of 'His'."

"Oh, NO!" Jason covered his mouth with some discomfort, "I didn't expect to encounter such bad news not long after."

"It's hard for me to imagine a 700-year-old man being called a 'child' and given 'love' by that guy."

"This has got to be the sickest joke of the century."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Damian was the most at a loss among the few people, he didn't know anything about the "he" they were talking about. "Who is the 'he' you are talking about?"

"You don't need to know who 'He' is." Bruce decisively rejected Damian's questioning, and was about to strangle Damian's deep thinking. "This is not a good thing for you."

"I'm not a coward, I have the right to know." Damian was persistent, how could he be so stubborn to be settled by Bruce so easily.

"Neither your sword nor your proud assassination can hurt him, but he only needs to move his fingers to kill you."

"It's not bravery to act against someone who is stronger than you, but to seek your own death, Damian."

After leaving such a sentence, Bruce turned and left, leaving only Damian who was frowning and clenched his fist silent.

……

At night, Damian, who had just taken a shower, came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. The face that was very similar to Bruce frowned, and his handsome face was full of contemplation.

He was thinking of a plan to get out.

After all, he was in Wayne Manor, and his reckless actions would cause him to be knocked out by that Robin and his dear father before he left the manor.Therefore, it is a test of acting skills to show resistance appropriately but not to express it.

In the past few days of observation, he has a comprehensive understanding of Bruce. The man called Batman is indeed his father, and he has seen a similar face from him.

While adhering to his own principles, he will not be stingy with methods and dignity. To a certain extent, the characteristics of the Assassin's League are also deeply rooted in him. If there is any change in him, he will be caught by the monitoring system in the basement that has been observing the entire Wayne Manor. To find out.

It has to be said that this terrifying desire to control even Damian finds it unbelievable, and it is no wonder that the first generation Robin couldn't stand it and left here.

Moreover, his father has amazing attainments in the means of restoring physical and mental strength, and he only needs two hours of sleep a day to complete the needs of the day.The rest of the time is either busy with work or fighting criminals, staying up late or something is just a routine.

This made his actions during this period of time like walking on thin ice, and he was deeply afraid of revealing a little flaw.

Such difficult external conditions did not discourage Damian.On the contrary, he gained a little joy of confronting his father, which was a special emotion he had never experienced before.

"I kept you waiting, Master Damian."

A slightly mischievous voice came from the shadows, and Damian's face moved slightly and he turned his head, only to see a shirtless boy covered in tattoos smiling at him in the shadows.

And beside him was the balcony window that opened at some unknown time.

"who are you?"

Damian turned around and gently held his chair with his slender arms. His brain was working even faster, and he would throw the chair in his hand as soon as he saw any abnormalities.

"Me? I'm Angora Mainu." He passed by Damian's side like a breeze, and by the time Damian realized something was wrong, he had already been embraced by the boy, warm Breath blowing in his ear, "It's your lovely little friend."

"My partner?" Damian narrowed his eyes slightly, "I've never seen you before."

"I only worked under Master Lars during this time, young master." He said with a smile in Damian's ear, his tone was very gentle, "This time, I will follow Master Lars' orders, and I will take you out. meet him."

"Grandpa?" There was a hesitation on Damian's face, but he restrained himself. After all, he was not afraid of the guy behind him. "Okay, how do you take me there?"

"Then please allow me to presume a little bit." He hugged Damian by the waist, and jumped off the balcony without a sound.

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