Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 153 Father and Son Who Just Met (Please Subscribe and Read, Monthly Ticket)

Martin rode on Hoof Shadow, dragging Bruce and his sports car with a lasso, and ran along the road for half an hour before arriving at Wayne Manor.

Bruce got off the car at the gate of the manor. He had already informed Alfred.

The company that sent him the car will send someone to take the sports car away, completely repair it, and then send it back to Wayne Manor.

He didn't care about the custom sports car worth tens of millions, but he cared about Martin's situation.

"Although I joked before that I would use your trouble-making physique to attract criminals. But I didn't expect it to be so outrageous!"

Bruce thought he had encountered all kinds of situations before, but in front of Martin, his experience was never enough.

Martin was calmer than Bruce. He had already figured out the general idea on the way here. He waved his hand and said:
"Don't worry, I guess it's because I have a halo around me that makes me more likely to encounter crime, and makes those people approach me on their own initiative."

"Doesn't this mean you'll be more likely to run into danger?"

Bruce's first reaction was to worry about Martin: "Especially since you are so weak today. In this situation, if you are surrounded by criminals again, something might go wrong."

"Keep your heart to yourself. I've been in this situation before."

Martin also got off the car, and the shadow of his hooves turned into an iron warhorse and followed him.

The most typical example of this mysterious thing is a certain elementary school student who is a god of death.

But the effect of Martin's halo is stronger and more powerful than that of the Death Elementary School Student.

The drum washing machine will only encounter a single murder case, and he will have time and opportunities to slowly solve the puzzle.

The cases in Gotham are often extremely violent. The criminals don't use any strategy and just do it without saying a word. Using knives and guns are considered low-level, while releasing poison gas and throwing bombs are commonplace.

"Fortunately, these auras will not press the possessed. As long as I don't keep denying the power of the auras like I did this morning, the number of violent cases I encounter will gradually decrease."

Martin used his own experience to calm Bruce's concerns.

Although Bruce had his doubts, he knew too little about Martin's secrets, so he could only leave it like this for the time being.

What Martin didn't say was that although his body had returned to the state it was in when he was seven years old, the few things he had gained after coming into this world had not disappeared.

For example, hoof shadows, wizard knowledge, and contracts with Native American ancestral spirits.

"By the way, I promised Flash that I would introduce him to you."

Before entering the gate of the manor building, Martin suddenly thought of this.

Bruce raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise, "The superhero Flash who's active in Central City?"

"Yup!"

Martin introduced Barry's situation to him in detail: "Barry is a very simple person. He regards you, the knight who persists in fighting in the darkness, as his idol."

"I'll introduce you two to each other when I get a chance."

"Why bother you? I can go see the kid myself."

Batman said that Martin didn't need to bother to act as a middleman.

Martin shook his head. "Harrison Wells, the director of the Central City branch of STAR Labs, is a speedster from the future. If you go to see him rashly, you are likely to anger that speedster."

"Although that speedster cannot have any impact on you, he can attack the people around you."

Bruce was full of questions, he had never come across a superhuman like the speedster.

Clark doesn't count.

He is a naive person, and you can see through him at a glance. Even his terrifying power is very easy to control.

"I put a curse on that guy. The faster he runs, the faster he dies. It won't be long before the fake Wells loses to Barry."

Martin told Bruce these things truthfully, and Bruce was certainly trustworthy.

"If you must meet with Barry, I can arrange a magical meeting for you that will ensure that the fake Wells cannot find out."

Bruce shook his head gently: "Since you have already prepared, I will not interfere with your plan."

"It's just that this world, with so many superhumans appearing all of a sudden, makes me feel old."

"You are already 40 years old, it would be strange if you are not old!" Martin rolled his eyes and complained, then said: "If you want to prolong your life, I have many ways here. Whether it is magic or technology, we have everything."

Bruce shook his head decisively: "If you don't mind it being troublesome, wait until one day when I'm about to die and ask me again. I will definitely agree."

"You still picked it?"

Martin didn't indulge this guy's bad habits and just pushed the door and walked in.

Bruce now rejects super powers because his enemies are not strong enough.

When enemies from the starry sky come one after another in the future, he will start to think about how to increase his strength.

The two doors opened and they walked into the main hall, where Alfred and a group of maids were preparing for the evening banquet.

"When did you develop this hobby?"

Martin looked at the room full of maids and shook his head at Bruce.

"You've fallen, Bruce! You're obsessed with women. It breaks my heart!"

Martin beat his chest and stamped his feet. Bruce shook his head helplessly: "Stop acting like a showman. How can Alfred hold such a big banquet without hiring a professional team?"

Although many people don't believe it, the fact is that apart from the workers who regularly clean and maintain the manor's landscape, there is only one servant, Alfred, in this huge and ancient building.

One reason is to ensure that Batman's secrets are not discovered by others.

Secondly, after experiencing dramatic family changes in his childhood and ten years of study, Bruce himself became accustomed to a quiet environment with a small number of people.

"Look who this is?"

"A seven-year-old boy. My father adopted another boy from outside who I don't know."

"How great!"

Before Martin had time to say hello to Alfred, he heard a sarcastic voice coming from above his head.

He looked up and saw a boy of about eleven or twelve years old with short black hair and eyes and features similar to Bruce's.

"Is this your son?"

As expected of Mi Aotian, the boy stood on the stairs, his hands folded across his chest, his chin slightly raised, looking down at everyone in the room, as if he was about to criticize everything for no reason.

Bruce shook his head helplessly and said to Martin: "Thank you for keeping this child."

"what?"

Martin was stunned, and tried hard to recall, and finally found a few fragments about Damian from the corner of his memory.

"This kid is ruthless and always talks about killing people. Are you going to keep him like this?"

"You misunderstand, Master Martin."

Alfred easily defended himself, "Master Damian has never killed anyone. Although Lars al Ghul is a crazy pervert, he has never let Master Damian's hands be stained with blood."

"Hey, Alfred, even though you're a good man, I still won't allow you to insult my grandpa!"

Damian shouted unhappily, put his hands down and jumped down, disrupting the party.

He did not like Wayne Manor, and even less did he like his father, the Dark Knight, who was called "unique" by his mother and grandfather.

So he deliberately caused trouble and refused to cooperate, just to return to the Assassin's League and find his grandfather and mother.

But as soon as he jumped down, he was easily caught by Bruce. No matter how he struggled, he could not escape Bruce's big hand.

"Go back to your room, and don't try to get me to send you back to the League of Assassins in this way!"

Bruce gave the order very sternly.

Damian snorted coldly and returned to the room with dissatisfaction and a new idea.

Martin looked at Damian's back and always felt that something was forgotten.

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　　Who can guess what was forgotten?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)