DC: I, Kamen Rider, am not a sorcerer

Chapter 181 Batman's Arrangement for a Certain Alchemist (Please Subscribe and Vote)
Bruce instinctively prepared to refute Damian and Dick's words, but after noticing the hopeful look in Alfred's eyes, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"I understand. I'll think about it carefully."

After a long silence, Bruce nodded slightly and spoke with some difficulty, accepting, in his capacity as Bruce, the pressure from his two sons and the old butler to get married.

"Yes!"

Dick and Damian, the brothers, were surprised to see such an unexpected and delighted reaction from each other. They then reached out and gave each other a light high five.

"Mr. Bruce, what is the child's name?"

Alfred took the baby from Dick's clumsy arms and skillfully soothed the youngest child of the Wayne family while looking up at Bruce and asking with a smile.

Now that Bruce has decided to leave the child with the Wayne family, choosing a suitable name for the child is very important, as various procedures will still need to be completed later.

"Hmm, let's call him Terry, Terry Wayne."

After hearing Alfred's words, Bruce glanced at the file displayed on the Batcomputer screen, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

"Terry, well, his name is not bad, it's just a little worse than mine."

With his arms crossed, Damian gave a rather smug comment upon hearing the name his father had given his adopted younger brother.

"Yes, yes, your name is really great."

Just then, a hand landed on Damian's head and ruffled his hair quite forcefully, followed by Stephanie's slightly teasing voice.

As the lubricant of the Bat-family, Stephanie has always been very concerned about the mental state of her siblings, so after Bruce decided to keep Terry, she kept an eye on her younger brother Damian's condition.

"Don't ruffle my hair like that! If I don't grow tall, I'm doomed!"

Damian could guess what Stephanie was thinking when she affectionately ruffled his hair, but he still wore a slightly displeased expression.

"Dick, get Gorchard in a good state and make arrangements for his own affairs. I'll give him a mission in a couple of days, and it might take a while."

Watching the children being invited by Alfred to go have a late-night snack, Bruce called out to Dick, who was about to leave with his younger siblings, and said to him in a deep voice.

After digging up information about the Crime Syndicate world from the grid, Bruce learned that in addition to his Justice League members, there was also a counterpart to his junior, Gorchard. Bruce then began to devise a plan to strengthen this junior.

Bruce had a high opinion of Gochard, or rather Isaac, the junior who had helped his family a lot and had a very good attitude. That's why he made him the deputy leader of the Teen Titans and trained him in that direction.

"A mission? Okay, I'll call him later to let him know."

Upon hearing Bruce's words, Dick frowned slightly but didn't ask any further questions. He simply nodded, agreeing to the task.

Nighttime, Mount Justice, Teen Titans underground base.

Taking a deep breath, Isaac quickly composed himself, gripping the custom-made metal sword bow for practice, its limbs gleaming coldly under the light.

Opposite Isaac stood Deathstroke, the mentor of the Teen Titans, who was also holding a practice katana with the tip slightly drooping towards the ground.

Without asking Isaac if he was ready, Deathstroke stomped his foot on the ground and appeared in front of Isaac in the blink of an eye. His katana slashed diagonally upwards, delivering the first strike without warning.

Faced with Deathstroke's attack, Isaac's reaction speed was not slow either. He quickly took half a step back and swiftly held his sword and bow in front of him.

Before the clanging of metal could subside, Deathstroke suddenly changed his move, switching his katana from a sweeping motion to a thrust, aiming directly for Isaac's throat.

But Isaac was already prepared. As he spun around to dodge, he switched the sword and bow he was holding in his right hand to his left, and slashed directly at the middle of the katana in Deathstroke's hand, while his right hand, shaped like a palm, fell towards Deathstroke's wrist.

Noticing Isaac's attack, Deathstroke quickly sheathed his sword and retreated, then suddenly swung the scabbard in his left hand out, as if he had anticipated Isaac's move.

However, Isaac, who had been tricked by Deathstroke many times before, was already prepared. He ducked to avoid Deathstroke's counterattack, switched his sword and bow to his right hand again, and quickly stood up to slash at Deathstroke.

Just as the two passed each other, the katana grazed Isaac's back, cutting through his training uniform and revealing the inner protective layer.

"too slow!"

A slightly cold and hard voice came from Deathstroke's visor, as if he was still not very satisfied with Isaac's performance.

But Isaac did not answer. Instead, he suddenly raised his sword and bow, pulled the trigger, and three short, headless arrows shot out toward Deathstroke.

Faced with Isaac's sudden attack, the pupils under the Deathstroke mask contracted sharply, and the katana danced in front of his chest, creating an impenetrable silver net. With three crisp "clangs," the arrows were deflected, and at the same time, a silver blade of light slashed down toward Isaac's right shoulder.

With a swift backward lean, Isaac's right hand, wielding a sword bow, slashed upward along the katana, slicing towards the opponent's fingers amidst sparks. Meanwhile, Deathstroke quickly released his grip, letting the hilt of his sword strike Isaac's wrist bone, and simultaneously kicked out with his right leg, sending the unsuspecting Isaac flying.

But the battle did not end there; instead, it intensified. This time, Deathstroke used a wide-ranging, sweeping fighting style, with each strike accompanied by a whooshing sound.

Faced with Deathstroke's attack, Isaac fought and retreated, his sword and bow proving highly agile in his hands, sometimes parrying, sometimes thrusting, and sometimes slashing.

As his back touched the wall, Isaac suddenly leaped off the wall and, suspended in mid-air, unleashed his most skilled knight's flying kick at Deathstroke.

(End of this chapter)