Damian Wayne, son of Batman and the fifth Robin, glanced at Alan, his arrogant and contemptuous gaze barely registering him. His father was Batman, his mother a core member of the League of Assassins, and his grandfather a ninja master. He had money, connections, and the capital to be arrogant.
Bruce was a little unsure how to introduce Alan. After all, he had once been a member of the League of Assassins.
"Damian, I am your father."
Given Alan's personality, how could he tolerate a bratty kid showing off?
"What?" Damian said angrily. "I'll give you one chance to apologize."
Perhaps because he grew up in the League of Assassins, Damian's thoughts were extreme. If Bruce hadn't been watching over him, he would have killed every criminal in Gotham. And if they all died, Batman would be out of a job. Besides, how could Bruce bear to let the Joker, with whom he shared a complex relationship of love and hate, die?
"If you don't believe me, you can ask Talia if she has ever been… honest… with me," Alan said with a sly smile. That night, Alan had stripped the two sisters of their clothes, put them on himself, and sang and danced the whole night. It had been exhilarating.
"Damn it! You are not allowed to insult my mother!" Talia came first in Damian's heart, and he immediately attacked in a rage.
"Damian, calm down." By this time, Bruce's words fell on deaf ears.
Damian threw a punch at Alan, vowing to teach this outspoken guy a lesson.
"Damian, since you refuse to acknowledge me, why must father and son kill each other?" Alan dodged easily, chattering away with a mean look on his face.
Under the stimulation of his words, Damian completely lost his mind. Bruce, watching from the side, knew he couldn't persuade his son, so he decided to let him learn a lesson to prevent his reckless character from causing him great harm in the future. As for Damian's bloodline, there was no doubt. Not only had they used technological means to test his genes, but the time of Alan's disappearance didn't match the time of Talia's pregnancy. There was a gap of at least a year and a half.
Plop.
Damian fell flat on his face. With his speed advantage, Alan had easily tripped him. "Who taught you such mediocre martial arts?" he taunted. "You didn't even touch my clothes."
Refusing to admit defeat, Damian stood up and fought again, fully demonstrating the principle of not turning back until he hit a wall.
"Master, who is he?"
One figure after another descended on the rooftop. Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and Batgirl all watched as Alan toyed with Damian.
"Bruce, you've secretly formed the Bat Family," Alan shouted excitedly. "I, Bateman, want to join too! I can even go by the name of Whip Woman!"
The Bat Family! Bruce thought it sounded nice and immediately adopted the name. "Of course you are welcome, but you have to pass their test." Bruce signaled to his disciples, asking them to attack Alan together.
For a moment, five people surrounded Alan. Bruce watched from the sidelines.
Suddenly, Alan cried out that it was unfair. "Five against three! Bullying the minority with the majority, right?"
"Aren't you alone?" Batgirl asked, confused.
Alan raised his hands. "The one on the left is my ex-girlfriend, and the one on the right is my current girlfriend."
"Get him!" At this point, no matter how slow they were to react, they could all guess that this person had a serious brain disease.
The five of them launched an attack together. Even Bruce would have chosen to temporarily avoid such an assault.
Bang! Snap! Thud! Ah! Ah!
The members of the Bat Family, feared by criminals all over Gotham City, all fell to the ground in pain after just one encounter.
"I didn't even use any strength, and you all just lay down," Alan said proudly. "Not challenging at all."
Bruce was deeply embarrassed. He had originally thought that Alan wouldn't win easily, that he would at least suffer a little. As a result, his protégés had all been defeated so easily. To be honest, if Batman wasn't the protagonist of the comics, he would have died a hundred times over. Thinking he could go head-to-head with Superman and be on equal terms was unrealistic. Alan had the attribute bonus of a level 120 thief; he didn't even need to use any skills to defeat a few mortals.
"I want to test your skills," Bruce said, taking a serious stance, truly wanting to find out Alan's strength.
"Okay, who am I to deny you?" At this, Alan put away his sly look and drew the sword he carried.
Seeing this, the five younger heroes watched with bated breath, hoping to see whether the master they revered as a god could defeat this man.
In an instant, both moved at the same time. In a flash, two figures passed each other in the darkness.
Silence, as they waited for the result. One move to decide victory or defeat.
"Father, the ears on your head!" Damian shouted in shock.
"Ears?" Bruce raised his hands in confusion and touched the pointed bat ears on his mask.
Empty.
He could only feel two holes. He could touch his scalp by putting his fingers in.
Hiss… The mask was made of a high-tech composite material. Even a rifle fired at close range might not be able to penetrate it. It was a high-end product that cost up to one hundred thousand US dollars. If that sword had gone down a little, hitting his neck… Bruce didn't dare to think any more. He felt a chill on his neck.
"Yeah, the ears are here." Alan turned around and made a peace sign, with bat ears on two fingers.
The winner had been decided. The Bat Family was totally defeated.
"Ah Bat, are we a team now?"
"Count on it." He had no reason to refuse. The other party had won fairly. Besides, having such a strong helper was a sure-win deal.
The operation to eradicate evil was canceled for the night. The five young heroes were more or less injured, and he was missing two bat ears. If the criminals saw his embarrassing look, it would be a stain that would be difficult to erase.
Alan refused to let it go. He walked straight up to Damian and asked, "Do you want to learn some skills? Call me Daddy, and I'll teach you."
Damian rolled his eyes and turned his head away, secretly hating that he couldn't beat him. Otherwise, he would have really liked to punch him in the mouth.
"I don't have anything on me. This is a gift for you." Alan stuffed a paper-wrapped hamburger in front of Damian. He could tell from Alan's sincere eyes that he wouldn't give up if he didn't accept it.
Moreover, Damian had never eaten a hamburger. He thought about how his father, Bruce, always taught him with words and how he had never experienced normal fatherly love. He really wished he had an ordinary father, no matter how ordinary. As far back as he could remember, training and learning occupied the majority of his memories.
The stubborn expression on Damian's face softened. He took the burger, opened the package, and started to eat. He hated to admit it, but it was delicious.
"Tastes good, doesn't it?" Alan smiled, his gums showing. "This is the food I got from the Wayne Avenue relief center. I've been holding it under my armpit since noon to keep it warm."
Relief food?
Since noon?
Close-fitting underarm insulation?
Pfft… VOMIT…
Damian leaned over, a brilliant rainbow pouring out of his mouth.
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