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If it were any other cautious vigilante, he would definitely choose a strategic retreat, but Damian is not the kind of person who can tolerate the enemy lingering in front of him. It is uncomfortable to do nothing and let the opponent ridicule him for winning without fighting.

He thought for a while and thought he could try it a little more. After all, the rumors were likely exaggerated. Being caught by the monster in the opponent's shadow is another matter. If he can't be caught, it's a profit. If he can find a chance to knock Hercule out, it would be even better.

So Damian not only did not restrain himself, but he seemed to be more arrogant and followed behind the detective. At the same time, he was extremely careful, always keeping an eye on all directions and listening to all directions, alert to every inch of air around him to avoid being attacked by invisible monsters.

**

Hercules left Wayne Manor, and said to himself as he walked: "I feel tired for him."

This sentence was said to Xibei Da, but sometimes he was not sure whether Xibei Da was around, and most of the time he did not get a response. Over time, he developed the habit of talking to him no matter what.

However, before Hercule could wait for the response from the Devourer, a soft female voice entered his ears, followed by a slender figure emerging from the swirling black smoke:

"Do you really think so? Then how about bringing him to me? We will give you a high reward, and I hope you will not mind the small conflict between us in the past."

Hercule turned his head and looked at the other party, recognizing the organization behind her from her dress: "Assassin's League."

"It's us." The woman walked out of the smoke that appeared out of thin air, like a drop of water falling into a river, and walked beside Hercule very naturally. Her appearance did not attract the attention of any passers-by, "I am Talia, Talia al Ghul, and my father Ras al Ghul is the leader of the Assassin's League."

"Oh, I know him." Hercule looked calm, "I also know that after his death you burned his body, inherited the Assassin's League, and joined the Legion half a century later. Could the child following me be the successor you chose?"

Talia said faintly: "Don't be ridiculous, detective, why would my successor wear a Robin uniform?"

I don't know if it was intentional, her tone was filled with resentment that was hard to ignore.

Hercule: "It seems that even if he was the heir of the Assassin's League before, he is not now."

"It's impolite to say it, my friend." Talia said, "But you can think of him as the heir of Gotham. He has the blood of my lover, your friend Bruce Wayne, in his body. If Batman is willing to accept him, it will be a good result for the Assassin's League."

"You see the Robin uniform on the child behind you, Hercule. I assure you that this is not the design of the Assassin's League. The clothes were given to him by Batman. You will find that he comes from a parallel universe and has attracted the attention of countless forces. But in our world, Damian is not mature enough. As a mother, I can't bear to see my child step into the cusp of the storm..."

"There's no need to say these words." Hercule interrupted her hypocritically, "What's your request?"

"Help me lead the child behind you to the Assassin's League. He can't wander around like this anymore." Talia said immediately, "Then I promise you that Damian in our world will become Batman's sharpest knife, and I will send him to Gotham at the right time. In addition, you will get a generous reward and the friendship of the Assassin's League. How about it?"

Hercule said lightly: "Friendship is not necessary. I accept your commission, provided that you let me meet Damian Wayne."

Talia asked knowingly: "Which one?"

"The one in our universe."

**

Hercule lived in the Assassin's League for the next six months. He sent a text message to Dick before leaving. He wanted to seriously mention Damian's matter, but the Assassin's League headquarters had its own signal blocking device. Except for their own equipment, all phone cards from any operator became scrap metal.

Damian from the parallel universe really followed him back to the headquarters in Hadim. No matter what, this spirit of strong desire for challenge is still worthy of praise.

Hercule's experience in the Assassin's League was unremarkable. Every day, he either fought with two Damians, one big and one small, or fought with Damian's mother. The leader of the League never appeared once.

According to Hercule's observation, Talia has already mastered most of the actual power, perhaps as a reward given by her in the Universe. In order to be able to grasp this part of power more firmly, she is ruthless internally and temporarily keeps things quiet externally, making the huge assassin organization of the Assassin's League increasingly low-key.

On the other hand, she did her best to cultivate little Damian (native), although she didn't say it, but secretly hoped that he would take a different path after seeing his own counterpart.

—— Some people will choose to move along the same route when they see the established future, while others are born rebellious. Talia knows her son and knows that he will be the latter.

Her wish led little Damian to run to Hercule often. The child was born from an artificial womb not long ago, and was ripened by Talia in an unscientific way. It was less than two years since his birth, but he looked four or five years old. When Hercule first saw him, he was learning to drive under the guidance of professionals.

Hercule: ...

As expected of an Asian organization, it started to roll right after birth.

This brought back some painful memories for Hercule, so he began to eat and drink well in the Assassin's League, take paid vacations, and watch the training process of little Damian. In order to prevent the big Damian from the parallel universe from going out to make trouble and delay her plan to train little Damian, Talia didn't mind his watching.

**

Little Damian, who was only five years old (physical age), had a secret in his heart, which he didn't tell anyone, including his mother.

- Once he saw a foreign black cat in the trash can in his room.

It has smooth fur and a slender and agile body. Its flexible pointed ears tremble slightly in the air. Its green eyes are like fine glass balls, with dark pupils like lake water. Damian almost didn't notice it before it opened its eyes, because the black cat and the black trash can were perfectly integrated, and the breathing sound was faint.

When Damian passed by, it suddenly opened its eyes, and it seemed as if a crack appeared in the abyss. Then it stared at Damian for a few seconds, and then it turned back and licked its fur in the trash can as if nothing had happened. When its mouth opened, it revealed fine and sharp teeth. If you look into its throat, you can see the tentacles like flesh buds hidden behind the sharp teeth.

Damian trembled all over, and it was hard to tell whether it was a momentary fear... or it was cute. He couldn't help but squat down, observing the black cat with a serious expression, and after a moment, he unilaterally determined that it was definitely a senior killer of the Assassin's League.

After all, ordinary cats don't have such lethality, and it's impossible for them to evade the heavy defenses and break into his room.

The boy taught by Talia has a sense of territory. His next thought is: Since it is the property of the Assassin's League, I can take it for myself.

This will be my cat from now on!

Before he announced this decision to the cat in question, the black cat in front of him suddenly retched twice and vomited out a rectangular, tablet-like machine. Then it jumped out of the trash can and stood on a platform much higher than Damian, purring twice from above.

At the same time, words appeared on the machine, revealing a question that Damian was puzzled about:

"Can humans only be friends with humans?"

"...What do you mean?"

The black cat blinked, as if a little impatient, and continued to purr while shaking its whiskers.

Damian talked to it with unprecedented patience for a long time before he figured out that this unknown, talking black cat had a human owner (its words translated as friend, but Damian automatically changed it to a concept he could understand), named He He.

Damian tried hard to resist the urge to correct it when he heard this: Are you really talking about a human? Who would have such a name? !

Forget it, don't bother with the kitten.

For some reason, the black cat thought Damian knew or had heard of He He in the parallel universe, so he secretly ran to ask him what the relationship between himself in another world and the other was, which led to the original question:

Should a race with a long lifespan be friends with humans? Was its encounter with the detective in Hawaii in the 21st century a necessity of fate, or a coincidence under the butterfly effect that should not have occurred?

However, Damian could not understand it at all.

Talia had not told him about his counterpart, fearing that he would go to Gotham to find Batman out of double rebellion. This led to Damian not understanding the reason why Sibida came to him, nor understanding her troubles.

However, in order to win the heart of the rare species Tentacle Cat, he used the paper knowledge he had learned to persuade her, "Maybe you can change a 'friend', such as me. I will definitely live a long time in the future, just like my mother and grandfather."

The black cat glanced at him, and put its fluffy head on its folded front paws with a little melancholy - at this moment, all the beauty and beauty in Damian's eyes were eclipsed. What could be better than a beautiful woman with a white moonlight in her heart, who suffered from emotional pain but could not forget, and was exhausted for her... No, what about the cat?

"No." It refused, "The long-term commission between He He and I has not ended. At that time, we said that the commission would automatically terminate when I was too old to run or when he became a first-class detective. But I never thought of another question before - boy, humans actually die, right?"

"He died under my gaze and will never come back. The commission is still ongoing, so what should I do if I have an appointment with him to travel together?"