Change your destiny from becoming a villain

At the same time, Gotham City - the basement of Wayne Manor.

"I'm really fed up with you." Damian was being tied up on a chair at the moment, watching his old father put all kinds of utensils on his body on the table and looking through "all day and night." It's fine if I stay at home, but you actually followed your son around for half a month in the middle of the night, what do you want to do?"

"I'm trying to prevent you from making mistakes, Damian." Batman skillfully dismantled the small bomb in his hand, and then took Damian's small computer to hack "Your grandpa never did anything good, right?" This act of me issuing the gauntlet is nothing more than a deception. But I have to be fooled and spend time correcting you."

"Then you just leave me alone or let me be the League of Assassins and it's over, just out of sight."

"You are my son, Damian."

Batman said this in an indifferent tone. He has always been a person who is more rational than emotional, and even the emotions that should have been expressed have disappeared because of his overly rational tone.

"And I am your father, I have the need and the responsibility to correct your mistakes, your three views, and your excessive fighting style."

"It's this kind of thing that sounds very reasonable, and I don't want to understand it at all."

"It's not that you don't understand, you just did it on purpose, Damian." He took off his mask, a rare look of helplessness appeared on his cold face, "As an elite of the Assassin League, I have to say that Lars puts you The education is very good, not to mention that you have reached the limit of your body at this age, and you also have unusual insights."

"But neither he nor you are incompatible with this world. You only like to use violence, killing, and cold methods to achieve your goals."

"And then?" He knelt down and looked at Damian, his sharp eyes were like blades cutting through Damian's cover, "You only want blood in your world, only swords, only endless Conspiracies, crimes, and corpses?"

"Damian, you should not and cannot be such a person."

"This sentence is extremely unconvincing from the famous Batman." The corners of Damian's mouth curled up, and his father-like face showed his disdain from the bottom of his heart, "There seems to be nothing else in your world except these. what."

"That's because I chose this path, and you..." He stretched out his finger to gently touch Damian's cheek, and finally slid across those stubborn eyes "I didn't choose at first. "

"Talia regards you as the sword she created, and Lars himself is even more of a lunatic, but now..."

He stood up and untied Damian's rope, flicked his cloak and walked towards the upper floor.

"These are no longer by your side, let alone your burden. As your father, I will tell you what a normal life is, and there are... more choices."

"Then what if I still choose to walk on this road?"

Damian's words made Batman stop in his tracks, and he turned around to see Damian staring up at his face, smiling rarely.

"Then use your own way to convince me." He stretched out his hand again, stroking Damian's hair gently. "It's not shameful to make a choice, but you can't give yourself a chance to regret it."

"That kind of regret will only hurt you."

"I will make a choice." He slapped Batman's hand off, folded his hands on his chest with a proud expression of Lao Tzu's number one in the world, "I like the choice myself."

"OK, then don't forget to attend the tutoring class tomorrow." Batman turned and left indifferently, but the words left behind made the corners of Damian's mouth twitch. "In the evening, I will ask Jason to take you out to have a look."

"What's the matter with you?" Damian raised an eyebrow slightly.

"An old friend has something to do with me, and I have to go out."

He took out his mobile phone and deleted the email marked with the name of "Superman", the contents of which had already been recorded in his brain.

"I'll be back in two days, and I don't want to hear from Jason that you're in trouble."

"cut."

Ignoring the voice behind him, Batman's back disappeared into the fellows heading to the upper floor.

Dami stood quietly on the spot for a while, and after confirming that Batman would not come back for a surprise attack, he sat back on the chair in front of the supercomputer, and whispered softly: "Angola."

"I'm here, young master." Angola quietly walked out of the shadows, and he didn't know how he avoided the surveillance alarm here.

"You have something to do with me?"

"The plan my grandfather gave me..." Damian lightly poked the ground with his foot, and the whole chair turned around. "It's the bait."

"Huh?" Angola tilted her hair and made a doubtful voice.

"Don't pretend to be stupid. If it's a real plan, why would Grandpa let Batman follow me for more than half a month without a single reminder." Damian grinned, but the expression on his face was full of evil spirits, The reason I was with Batman in the first place was to let me trip his hands and feet, right?"

"Yes." Angola didn't hide it when she saw this, she just nodded with a smile, "This is something only Master Damian can do."

"No matter how smart Batman is, he's just a human being. Humans have emotional weaknesses. Whether it's his dead parents or you as his son."

"Is Master Damian not satisfied?"

"Ha, do you think I'll be satisfied?"

As he said this, he jumped up from the chair suddenly, and his whole body pressed Angola to the ground like a tiger preying on it.

"Whether it's Grandpa or Batman, they deliberately kicked me as a ball... Would you find this kind of thing very pleasant?"

A sharp dagger protruded from his cuff against Angola's neck, and Damian's face was ferocious like a ghost.

"Why are you so serious, young master?" Facing the cold murderous look licking his skin, Angora smiled like a flower, stretched out his hand and gently pulled the corners of Damian's lips away, and then slightly pulled his eyelids with his fingers, so that He looks like he's smiling happily "Isn't it good to live a normal life happily?"

"I'll go to your mother's ordinary life!"

The furious Damian stabbed down the dagger without mercy.But what splattered from Angola's body was not blood, but something like mud.

"I think it's pretty good, sir."

He was still smiling, holding Damian's hand as if he had never felt the slightest pain, and pulled out the dagger under Damian's stunned gaze, and the wound healed instantly.

"Okay, you've let go of your anger, you've lost your temper, and I was hacked by you, it's almost okay."

"Who the hell are you?" Damian immediately jumped up and backed up when he saw this, looked at Angola who stood up from the ground and asked, "This is not something that Lazarus Pool can do!"

"That's none of your business."

Angola disappeared in place like a ghost, and the next moment he suddenly jumped out from Damian's shadow and hugged his waist.Then he lightly placed a kiss on Damian's cheek.

"Good night, master, it's time to leave the stage and rest."

Damian, who was kissed to the cheek, was shocked, and lay limp and limp in Angola's arms, his face flushed as if he was drunk.

"hateful……"

In the final blur of vision, all Damian could see was Angora's happy face humming softly and stroking his hair, as if trying to lull a naughty child to sleep.

"Remember... Angola!"