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Chapter 103 55. Honorary Robin? New title Get!--[3850]

As expected, the master once again extended an invitation to Mason. Counting the "test" outside Blackgate Prison, this should be the second invitation from the Bat Family.

But not surprisingly, Mason immediately refused.

There are more and more things happening to him now, and he really doesn't dare to work with his master, the best detective in the world. Most importantly, Mason strongly believes that Batman has not completely let go of his doubts about himself.

It's not that the master doesn't trust himself.

But it was decided by the master’s suspicious nature.

He and Da Chao have such a good relationship both at work and in private, don't they always update their "anti-Superman tactical plan"?

In fact, in Mason's understanding, having a folder with his own name in Batman's private database is the way to truly gain the master's trust.

"Sorry, Bruce, once again, I'm flattered by the invitation from the Bat-Family, but I really don't think I'm suitable to be one of you."

Mason, who was sitting on the hospital bed, sighed and said half-seriously:

"First of all, my behavior is indeed inconsistent with your 'no killing' rule. Of course, I am not dissatisfied with your rule.

It is always better to have bottom lines and principles as a human being than to live like a beast without restraint.

But I’m just used to doing whatever I want.”

He raised his head and looked at Batman seriously, and said the second reason:

"Secondly, after what happened with Jason and Barbara, frankly speaking, the Bat Family gave me a little bit of fear. The way you get along with each other seems very 'strange' to an outsider like me.

Always hurting each other as a way to deepen each other's feelings and bonds.

Maybe each of you is a walking "collection of psychological trauma", but as far as I am concerned, I still hope that my life will be easier.

After all, my first seventeen years of life were already dark enough.

Now I know that the father who abused me for so long is not my father, which makes me feel relaxed and sad at the same time."

Speaking of this, Mason whispered:

"When it comes to 'fathers,' you really should take a moment to think about what you did to Robin and Batgirl, Bruce.

Maybe you think this is a matter of your own family, but from my perspective, as an outsider, you have done too badly in these two things.

You know what they need, but you are just too stingy to give it to them.

Always take the occasional warmth as a reward

This is not the right way to raise children."

Facing Mason's complaints, Batman stood silent in the shadows.

No one can tell the master's mood and thoughts at this time from his expressionless posture. He is like cold iron cast in the dark night, sealing all his psychological activities in the eyes of others.

He has become accustomed to facing the changing and cruel world with this attitude.

Even Mason would feel that no matter how happy and relaxing a place is, once Batman appears, it will immediately make it serious and cold.

"To sum up, I think it's good for us to maintain our current relationship."

Mason breathed a sigh of relief, spread his hands and said to Batman:

"We can cooperate and occasionally help each other. I have your contact information, and you have mine. For now, the relationship on 'official matters' can only be at this point.

Of course, if Bruce Wayne, the millionaire of Gotham, is willing to invite me to a party at Wayne Manor, I promise to put on my best clothes and prepare to be there."

"If this is your choice, then I will keep the invitation."

The master nodded and said without sadness or joy.

Seeing him turn around to leave, Mason rolled his eyes and said:

"Actually, you gave this invitation to the wrong person, Bruce. There is a boy beside you who needs it more than me."

Batman stopped and looked back at Mason.

The young man shrugged and said:

"I know that you, Alfred, and even Selina are all anxious about Damian Wayne's mental state. I will prepare something for him as soon as possible that can soothe his spirit and remove the remaining Lazarus Pool water from his body.

drug.

But it takes time.

After all, that kind of pool water has a very mysterious and evil and dark power. As an alchemist, I need various experiments to understand its secrets.

But within a period of time, you can do much more for him than I can."

Mason paused, composed his words, and said:

"Damian became the 'little lunatic' he is today not only because he grew up in South Darbat, a place where murderers gathered, but also because he seriously lacked guidance in the correct way of thinking and acting.

No matter how powerful he is, he is only twelve years old, no, eleven years old.

This is an age that needs idol guidance and is restless. Who in the world is more suitable to be a role model for adolescent sons than a father?

You should have a fourth generation Robin, Batman.

But that shouldn't be me.

Your son Damian Wayne clearly needs your help more.

Do it in the dual roles of ‘father’ and ‘Batman’.”

Mason's words, especially the one about "fathers and sons," moved Batman. The Bruce Wayne part of his personality was always easily attracted to such topics.

Mason had personally confirmed this the night he said goodbye to the Penguin Gang.

It can be seen that the master is hesitating and thinking.

After ten seconds of silence, he said hoarsely:

"But he didn't seem to need my help. Just this morning when I was having dinner with him, he picked up a table knife and gave me a knife."

"No, Damian just doesn't know he needs help."

Mason corrected:

"His crazy grandfather instilled in him the cruel wisdom of survival of the fittest, which made him accustomed to hiding his helplessness under a cruel and cold-blooded appearance.

But he's just a kid, Bruce.

Just like when I was twelve years old, I would treat my father with indifference when he was drunk and beat me crazily. Does my being cold to him mean that I don't need help from others?

When you were a child.

After that night in Crime Alley, didn't you need the help of your loved ones? It was Alfred and Gordon who helped you get through that difficult time.

Maybe it's time for you to help your son.

He is a piece of ice.

You have to become a ball of fire.

Bruce, I’m not telling you, you are really too slow and too stubborn in this regard.”

"Yeah, who made me lose my parents when I was eight years old? I have always been at a loss when it comes to family problems."

The master actually told a cold joke for the first time, which made Mason, who was frantically pouring chicken soup for the soul into the master, speechless.

Come to think of it, how could he ask someone who has never enjoyed a normal family since he was a child, and who likes to dress up like a bat and walk around in dark alleys at night? His biggest hobby is to beat criminals to pulp with his bare hands.

How do men understand what "warm family life" means?

The atmosphere in the ward became awkward.

Mason laughed twice and said:

"In short, this is what I want to say, Damian needs a right guide, and you need a Robin to help you.

This is a two-way journey.

And I think Alfred would also support this kind of 'parent-child activity', which may seem strange, but is actually very consistent with the current situation of the Wayne family.

Also, I will find a way to help Barbara after I am discharged from the hospital.

You'd better stay out of it lately, okay?"

"Um."

The master nodded.

He jumped to the window with a whoosh, and when he turned into a bat and flew into the night, the master turned back to look at Mason and said:

"Those things you took from the Batcave."

"I didn't take anything."

Mason immediately denied it:

"Even if you are the person I admire the most, you can't slander me out of thin air. When I rushed to the collection room, a group of ninjas from the Assassin's Alliance were searching there."

"I just want to tell you, Mason, that Fenrir armor prototype is bound to my DNA."

The master said quietly:

"You can keep it for a while, but I want it back where it belongs after the Batcave is rebuilt. A smart young man like you should understand why I put them in the collection room instead of the weapons room.

"

After saying that, Batman jumped down from the fourth floor window.

He turned into a black shadow and soared through the night sky of Gotham, then landed in the Bat fighter that was hovering and maintaining optical camouflage in a precise somersault.

As for Mason.

He walked to the window, listened to the rain pouring outside, and closed the window.

The young man's expression was quite strange at this time.

"So, what I mean is that the Fenrir armor he specially prepared for the other members of the Justice League must be returned, but can he treat the other stolen things as if they never happened?

he is hinting

No, he's encouraging me to research Wonder Woman's suit and Superman's blood?

So my ability as an alchemist has also been included as part of Batman's "anti-Superman tactics" and "anti-Wonder Woman tactics"?

As expected of you, sir."

Mason quickly figured out the reason for this, and suddenly felt helpless to complain about Batman's bottomless scheming.

Although he has not joined the Bat-family, looking at this attitude, the master seems to regard himself as a "non-staff member" like Selina.

He shrugged and returned to the hospital bed, but was shocked to find a black and gold bat badge sitting on his bedside. He didn't even realize when the master put this thing there?

Mason picked it up and looked at it in his hands.

pin honoring robin

Quality: sophisticated engineering and outstanding craftsmanship

Item effect:

It contains an access code to the Batcave security defense system. The holder can enter the Batcave and obtain partial permissions of the BatNetwork. It can be used as the activation key of the Batmobile and can unlock all the functions of the Batfighter when permissions are delegated.

Note: This item contains ultra-precise positioning and information collection devices.

Producer:Bruce Wayne

Item description: Congratulations on unlocking the hidden profession "Robin". You can change professions at any time by holding this object.

"Even the damn gift contains bugs and positioning devices!"

Mason looked at this thing and wanted to throw it into the toilet and flush it away. The little good feeling he had just had for the master disappeared in an instant.

He could only hold this emblem and look up to the sky and sigh, it was really difficult to be Batman's friend.

But the troublesome night was not over yet.

Mason was lying on the hospital bed full of complaints, preparing to take a rest. He had been drinking energy potions to ensure that he had enough energy to improve various production skills. He had not slept for a long time.

I plan to indulge myself tonight and experience the feeling of dreaming.

But when he counted bats and sheep to 107 and just started to feel sleepy, the window was opened again, and Mason was so angry that he grabbed a fruit knife and threw it away with a whoosh.

The blessing of Level 4's shooting skills made the flying knife very fast and urgent. It flew past the eyes of the guy who jumped into Mason's ward, and was slapped in front of him with both hands by the latter.

The trembling blade was less than two centimeters away from the latter's eyes.

"That's not necessary, is it?"

Dick Grayson, who had changed back to his Nightwing uniform and wore a domino eyepatch, sighed, put down the fruit knife in his hand, and said to Mason, who was glaring at him:

"I just wanted to say goodbye to you, Mason. I didn't mean anything else."

"Okay, I've said my goodbyes, you can get out."

Mason pointed to the door of the ward rudely and said:

"Please leave the door this time!"

"Well"

The young man with a very curvy butt and a great figure felt embarrassed.

He put the fruit knife back on the bedside table, glanced at Mason, and whispered:

"Actually, it's not just for farewell. Don't be angry first. Listen to me. I'm going back to Blüdhaven. What happened in Gotham has greatly touched me. I also need some time to convince myself to accept this drastic change.

Jason is not dead and is still trying to kill us.

Barbara did something wrong and now she has locked herself in her room without seeing anyone.

Bruce has a biological son, and that little bastard has a big problem with me. I went to chat with him at noon today, and he stabbed him three times with a hidden samurai sword."

The young master, who has always been gentle and cheerful, couldn't be happy now.

He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed:

"It's like everything has turned upside down overnight. Maybe I should leave for a few days, but before I leave, I want to ask you something.

I know you can do it."

"Shut up!"

The expressionless Mason was really in no mood to try to enlighten the eldest son.

He picked up Mr. Potter's magic notebook and wrote down a lot of information, tore it off and threw it to the young master, then closed his eyes and lay on the bed.

explain:

"Go to the 'Seven Hells' tavern near Miller's Harbor, buy all these things and send them to my shop, and then go back to your Blüdhaven.

At some point in the future, you may be able to meet a healthy girlfriend who can accompany you to kiss, hug and hold you high.

You can go now, Grayson.

Please forgive me for being rude, but I really want to have a good sleep now. There are still three hours until dawn. Please allow me to have a sweet dream, okay?"

Mason didn't say what the materials were for, but Grayson's eyes suddenly lit up.

As if he had found a treasure, he put the piece of paper into his pocket and whispered good night to Mason, then opened the door and walked out.

Mason yawned while lying on the bed.

He can finally sleep

"Dudududu"

The damn flip phone rang, causing the young man to grab it angrily and take a look at it, then connected the communication and shouted to the other side:

"Your son will learn from Batman. I have done what I promised you. I gave up my Robin position to Damian! Damn it, but if you continue to disturb me at this evil time, I will

Guaranteed he won’t live to see his next birthday! Don’t think that the water in the Lazarus Pool is omnipotent!”

There was silence for a few seconds, and then a very magnetic female voice sounded.

Damian's biological mother, Lady Thalia, the master and temporary leader of the Assassin's League, is standing on the dockside of Miller Harbor in Gotham City.

In the rainy night, she shielded herself from the rain under the protection of an umbrella and slowly boarded a yacht in high heels.

Amid the respectful salutes of the warriors in black around her, she walked into the cabin and said to the other end of the phone:

"Well, I want to thank you, Mason Cooper."

"As a personal thank you to the Assassin League and myself, I want to tell you another piece of news. Mr. Sandstorm is not dead, he is still hiding in Gotham City.

I assume he will go to you, Lord Mason, a member of the Society of Stars."

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, and then Mason's voice rang.

He said helplessly:

"Tell me, what do you want? A woman as cunning as a fox."

"The future of my son and my organization."

Thalia said without hesitation:

"But we can talk about this later and wait for our next meeting. Mr. Mason, during this period, please take good care of Damian for me."

(End of chapter)