Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 123 Assassin
Damian was tied to a chair and was tired of struggling, but when he saw the two people entering the Batcave, he immediately became excited again.

He initially focused his attention on Du Mu, feeling somewhat confused and shocked.

Then he saw Dick behind Du Mu and immediately got angry. He shouted, "Let me go! How dare you kidnap the leader of the Assassin's League? I will kill you, I will!"

Batman touched the wound on his face and extracted some blood from it. Then he came to Damian, pressed his shoulder and said, "You are not the leader of the Assassin's League. The Assassin's League has been destroyed."

Damian choked, his face showing reluctance.

Du Mu looked at Damian's expression and thought that it seemed that he did understand this and was not a child who was completely immersed in his own world.

But because he was too young, he couldn't think of any more threatening words except this one.

"Take a nap... When you wake up, forget everything in the past and embrace a new life."

As he spoke, Damian felt a slight pain in his neck, and then a strong sense of sleepiness came over him. Even though he forced his eyelids open, he still fell into a deep sleep within a dozen seconds.

Even though Alfred believed in Batman's experience, he couldn't help but worry: "Master, your dosage..."

"The minimum dose is because he has been running around and struggling for a long time and is already very tired. It will not have any impact on his body."

Alfred breathed a sigh of relief.

This little boy is the legitimate heir of the Wayne family, and there must be no mistakes.

Although theoretically, Master Dick is also one of them, the blood of the Wayne family symbolizes more meanings after all... Even Alfred, without having lived with Dick for a long time, can't help but be biased.

Batman brought a small section of blood drawn from Damian to the central computer, put his own blood and the other party's blood into it for comparative analysis.

Although he could tell at a glance that Damian was definitely his child, he still wanted to know if he was Talia's child.

If not, it would save you a lot of trouble.

Batman turned and went to the cold storage to search for Talia's body, while Alfred untied Damian and slowly placed him on the bed that had always been provided in the Batcave.

Dick walked forward and looked at the unconscious Damian with some curiosity.

Although the age difference between the two is no more than ten years, it is still the difference between a high school student and someone who has not yet entered elementary school. Dick looks at Damian as if he is a child.

But a kid like this, who kept saying words like "kill you", made Dick wonder what kind of environment he had lived in before.

Du Mu looked at Dick and used his mental strength to pay more attention to his mood. He found that he did not have any anxiety or other emotions, only curiosity and sympathy.

It seems that Dick has never considered whether his adoptive father's biological son can still stay here now that he has returned.

Anyway, he had no intention of coveting the Wayne family's property. What did it have to do with him whether his biological son came back or not?
Dick, who had never been poisoned by TV dramas like The Young Master, fundamentally lacked the relevant train of thought in his mind.

He even felt lucky for Bruce. After all, it was a happy thing to find his biological child whom he didn't know about before.

Alfred looked in Batman's direction with some concern, then looked at Du Mu.

He suddenly came closer and lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Du Mu, if the master wants to resurrect Ms. Talia later, what do you think?"

Du Mu looked at Alfred strangely: "Do you remember what I said to Bruce? As long as he can bear the sins committed by those assassins outside after resurrecting them, whether in action or in mind, he can do whatever he wants. I never restrict the behavior of my disciples."

Alfred breathed a sigh of relief, but then began to worry again.

In his opinion, as Damian's mother, Talia must be resurrected through the Lazarus Pool under Gotham. But Talia is a qualified assassin, and she will definitely ask to resurrect all other dead members of the assassin organization.

This is all a mess. You can't keep so many people imprisoned in a small bat cave? They are all assassins who can fight and fight. Alfred feels that he can't be responsible for their meals even if he swings the spatula until it smokes.

Even he, the butler, felt the difficulty of the situation. Alfred didn't know how the master would act.

At this moment, Du Mu suddenly rummaged in his arms and took out a skull.

Alfred was stunned. He had seen this skull before. It had always been tied to Mr. Du Mu's lower back, but he had never commented on it. He just thought it was a custom of people from another world.

But what is the point of taking out this skull at this time?
Du Mu looked at Lei Xiaogu who was sitting cross-legged in the skull, and the Xiangzhu who was pretending to be dead next to him, and said, "Your grandson has been sent to Bruce. Do you want to see him?"

Lei Xiaogu's soul suddenly opened his eyes, a ball of bright light burst out, and the entire soul turned a little lighter from emerald green.

The incense master next to him, who was completely out of shape, had a bit of green on his body.

Lei Xiaogu looked at Du Mu with a complicated expression. He was silent for a long time before he spoke: "That's good. Without the protection of the Assassin's League, it's safer for him to stay with Bruce."

Du Mu raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Are you finally calming down?"

Lei Xiaogu shook his head indifferently: "My soul was simply too polluted by the Lazarus Pool, so that my impulse eroded my reason. An assassin must have the courage to not fear death. In the past, countless assassins have sacrificed themselves for their ideals. It's just that this time, their deaths were worthless."

Du Mu nodded. "Is it because the pollution in the Lazarus Pool has been almost washed away? It's so peaceful."

Lei Xiaogu raised his hand, looked at his dark green palm, and did not answer.

Du Mu spoke again: "Then do you think Talia can be resurrected?"

Lei Xiaogu frowned and said, "Absolutely not. Only the leader of the Assassin's League can use the Lazarus Pool. She is not qualified."

"Even though she's your daughter?"

"Even though she's my daughter."

"Even though the Assassin's League has been almost completely destroyed, they can actually make a comeback with the help of the Lazarus Pool?"

Du Mu was a little surprised and couldn't help but ask the following question.

Lei Xiaogu's expression remained calm: "I have told you and Bruce more than once about the great ideals of the Assassin's League, right?"

Du Mu nodded, noticing that Batman was back, but he continued chatting with Lei Xiaogu: "Eliminate the existing human beings and rebuild a better order?"

This was the first time he had discussed such an in-depth issue with Lei Xiaogu.

After all, when Damian showed up, Lei Xiaogu's generation status changed.

As Damian's grandfather, he could be considered to be of the same generation as himself.

Lei Xiaogu listened to Du Mu's answer and nodded slowly, saying, "The law of increasing entropy in modern physics supports my point of view. As long as a system is isolated for too long, its internal structure will become increasingly chaotic until it reaches entropy silence."

"In cities like Rome and Gotham, the class system has been solidified for too long, so that the upper class has become corrupt and decadent. Under their brainwashing, the lower class has become stupid and vulgar, and there is no value or meaning in saving them."

"I don't want to destroy humanity, but to destroy the current order established by humanity, dig out the insects and abscesses in humanity that are not worth saving, and let better and purer humans live in a pure world without oppression and corruption."

Lei Xiaogu slowly raised his head, looked at Du Mu, and finally told the real reason why he was unwilling to resurrect the members of the Assassin's League.

"A person with a polluted soul is not worthy of living in the Brave New World."

Du Mu was slightly startled: "You mean..."

Lei Xiaogu nodded: "The leader of demons is the one who should sacrifice everything for this ideal, including his own soul... Therefore, it doesn't matter if his soul is polluted, and it doesn't matter if he goes to hell. As long as he can see the establishment of a pure world, all sacrifices are worth it."

"But those children, those children who accepted my ideas, will either live to become the most tenacious and resilient leaders of the new world, or sacrifice themselves for the arrival of the new world."

"But you can't be like me, with a dirty and muddy soul, and will be burned in purgatory after death."

Du Mu finally understood why Lei Xiaogu had been using certain rhetoric to brainwash those little assassins.

Although I can be resurrected repeatedly, I do this to ensure that I can see the establishment of a new world. Although you will die, once the new world is established, you will be the first inhabitants of it, and I will perish with the old world.

This kind of thing, with repeated brainwashing, coupled with strict management and screening, it is not surprising that it can produce so many die-hard fans that they killed in the first place.

He couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, "No wonder the Assassin's League is an underground organization. If you dared to shout out your goals openly, you would have been besieged by the whole world and nothing would be left."

After all, this so-called new world has neither an upper class nor a lower class, only a vague tenacity and purity. Where can we find the basic base? At best, it is a cult.

Lei Xiaogu remained silent. Now the Assassin's League was really nothing left.

No, there was still some residue left... but apart from Damian, the remaining residue really meant nothing.

Lei Xiaogu said seriously: "Because the Demon Chief was destined to be sacrificed from the beginning, therefore, the Lazarus Pool must never be used by those with weak minds, such as my daughter Talia."

"If she really builds a new world, she will only become an immortal totalitarian tyrant and will never perish with the corrupt old world. Not only her, but everyone else is the same." "That's why I chose Bruce as my successor. Among all the people I have taught, only he has such a mind and awareness."

Du Mu raised his head and looked at Batman's back.

This is true.

If Batman really went crazy and believed in Rex's theory of a pure new world, he would probably be a firm expounder.

Unfortunately, Du Mu had seen great practices that truly changed the world, but facing Lei Xiaogu's theory, he could only shake his head and sigh, "You can't even show your ideas to the world, publicize your ambitions, and recruit supporters. You are so petty that you can only rely on violence to solve problems. Are you serious?"

"Your organization is quite ancient. You even ruined Rome. So, what about your new world? It has been difficult to give birth to for nearly a thousand years. What have you accomplished in all these years?"

Lei Xiaogu remained silent.

He actually has quite a few achievements to brag about.

But in front of this man, in front of this man who could easily destroy the backbone of the entire Assassin's League, those so-called achievements are too pale and insignificant.

Seeing that Lei Xiaogu stopped talking, Du Mu placed the skull on the table beside him and looked at the central computer of the bat cave.

On the central computer screen, comparison graphs of three sets of DNA are being displayed.

Although Du Mu did not take the initiative to learn relevant content during this period, he read Banner and Connors' experimental reports several times and mastered some unsystematic knowledge.

According to the above data, Damian is Talia and Bruce's child, without a doubt.

"So, Batman, what do you think? Do you want to resurrect Talia for Damian?" Du Mu asked, looking at Batman's back.

Batman's back was motionless, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Alfred and Dick heard the entire conversation between Du Mu and Lei Xiaogu.

Being able to communicate with the dead is not even on the list of shocking things.

They didn't expect that the true intention of Lei Xiaogu and the Assassin's League would be like this.

And Damian has been brainwashed by this theory since he was a child...

Alfred looked at Damian worriedly. Fortunately, he was still young and there should be a chance that he could correct himself.

Du Mu also glanced at Damian.

He had already noticed that the little devil was awake.

Bruce was afraid of hurting the other party, so he only used the smallest dose. But he was too concerned and didn't realize that as the next generation leader trained by the Assassin's League, how could he not train the other party's resistance to various drugs and toxins.

Even though Damian was very tired, he regained consciousness after being unconscious for less than two minutes.

But he took this opportunity to pretend to be asleep, with a throwing knife hidden in his sleeve, obviously looking for an opportunity to escape.

Du Mu would not expose the other party. It was rare for this naughty child to calm down. If he found that his disguise was ineffective, he would probably start making a fuss again.

At this time, Batman's voice slowly sounded: "The Lazarus Pool will pollute the soul of the user... I am not sure of the consequences of this influence. At present, I only know that it will cause the resurrected person to be irritable, angry, bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty."

"This will not only make my plan to imprison the Assassin's League in 'death' prison fail, but will even further endanger the safety of ordinary people."

"I will not resurrect Talia."

Batman said this with great difficulty, but also with great determination.

Damian's grip on the throwing knife suddenly tightened.

His wrist accidentally touched the blade, causing a wound on himself.

Du Mu could feel that Damian was feeling very upset at the moment.

Batman tilted his head slightly and noticed Damian's movement.

Du Mu shook his head. It seemed that in this world, the relationship between Bruce and his biological son would be extremely tense.

He had no sense of being the instigator at all. After all, the Assassin's League had already reached out to the martial arts gym at that time. How could Du Mu not fight back or curse back just because the other party was a character from the original novel?

The Assassin's League just got what it wanted, and at most made the mistake of not being able to face up to its own weakness.

At this moment, Damian suddenly jumped up from the hospital bed and pounced on Dick beside him. He climbed onto Dick's back as agilely as a spider and pressed the throwing knife in his hand against Dick's neck.

Du Mu moved his fingers, but finally gave up on pulling Damian off Dick directly. He just attached a layer of magic power to Dick's neck to prevent him from being really hurt.

Damian was behind Dick, with only his head showing. He pressed the tip of the knife against Dick's neck and said through gritted teeth, "Don't move, my dear, damn brother! Otherwise I will kill you!"

Then he raised his head and glared at Batman and Du Mu. His eyes were red, his teeth were chattering, and he said angrily: "The sacrifice of each assassin is of great significance. There is no need for resurrection! And I don't care about my mother. Assassins don't care about individuals other than humans."

Damian stiffly recited the ideas he had been indoctrinated with, convincing himself that he was a ruthless assassin and that the survival of an individual was of no consequence to all of humanity.

This is true for the ordinary people killed by the assassin, so it is true for the assassin, and so is it for the mother.

No, I can't call her mother during a battle, or I'll be punished...

At this moment, Damian felt the movement of Dick's muscles and immediately warned him, "I told you not to move! Carry me away from this damn place, or I will kill you. I mean it!"

At the same time, he glared at the others like a little tiger: "You are not allowed to follow me!"

elder brother?

Dick was stunned by what Damian said, then he smiled helplessly: "How can I carry you on my back without moving?"

Damian paused, thinking about it carefully and realized that it was indeed the case, so he hesitated about Dick's next move and even moved the knife slightly away from the other's neck.

Relying on the flexibility of an acrobat, Dick was able to tighten his scapula even when Damian was holding him tightly in the form of an octopus. He didn't care about the threat to his neck at all and turned around.

Before Damian could react, he went from lying on Dick's back to being held in Dick's arms like a younger brother.

Damian felt a hug that was different from Batman's... Batman's hug was strong, broad, and heavy, but cold because of the armor, like a silent mountain.

Dick's embrace had the warm body temperature of a teenager, gentle and careful, as if he was wrapped in a soft silk blanket.

Batman's hug made Damian feel strange and frightened...but Dick's hug had a kind of gentleness and comfort deep in his memory, long forgotten, and deprived of him shortly after he was born.

Damian had never seen a normal mother and child interacting with each other, so he didn't realize where this familiar feeling came from and suddenly became a little at a loss.

At the same time, the flying knife in his hand subconsciously moved further away from the opponent.

But at the same time, he wanted to leave this strange situation and tried to jump off the other person, but was grabbed by Dick.

Damian immediately shouted angrily: "Let me go! Or I will kill you! I will definitely kill you!"

He began to struggle constantly. This kind of strength might be enough to break free from ordinary people, but no matter what, Dick was also an aerialist who had learned acrobatics since childhood. For the sake of his own safety, his most powerful parts were his arms, which were also well-trained.

Dick seemed not to hear it. He just held Damian's back and patted his back awkwardly, just like his mother did when she comforted him.

He felt Damian's light weight, and his eyes showed a hint of sympathy and anger.

Exposing such a young child to such disgusting thoughts...Dick couldn't stand it.

He made up his mind almost instantly.

No matter what, we cannot let the child of our savior return to that kind of hell again.

Even if you might die at the hands of the other party.

Dick still said in a gentle but firm tone: "Damian, you don't need to go anywhere."

"This is your home."

"younger brother."

(End of this chapter)