Death Day.
Today was the Death Day of the Wayne couple.
Although the mastermind behind all the events had not yet been found, Bruce would not miss this day because of it.
On the back mountain of Wayne Manor, a small burial chamber was built, where the remains of the Wayne couple were interred.
But as soon as he stepped into the place, Bruce sensed an anomaly.
He wasn't too familiar with this place, as he only came once a year.
But he knew this feeling was not groundless; perhaps it was an intuition, and he suddenly became somewhat anxious.
Bruce left Alfred, who was accompanying him, and ran with all his might towards the burial chamber.
When he entered it, everything he saw shocked him.
Alfred ran closely behind Bruce, arriving out of breath; he was no longer young.
But he too was horrified by what he saw before him.
"This, how is this possible..."
Where the coffins of the Wayne couple should have been, there were now two empty pits.
The contents inside had vanished without a trace.
A rare, fierce killing intent appeared in Bruce's eyes; he tightly pursed his lips and left the place without a word.
Alfred, worried about his condition, quickly followed.
In the evening, Catwoman saw Bruce change into his Batsuit and asked him where he was going.
But Batman said nothing and drove off in the Batmobile.
"What's wrong with him?"
Catwoman, seeing his unusual expression, quickly asked Alfred, but Alfred only shook his head and said nothing more.
This was a private matter of the Wayne family, and he could not disclose it to outsiders at will.
Barbara had to take care of Nightwing and had no time for Batman's affairs.
Cat Woman thought for a moment, then borrowed a Bat-cycle from the Batcave and chased after him.
Damian, in the manor, frowned as he watched Cat Woman chase after his father, feeling somewhat displeased.
Bruce was a terrible father; he was wary of Damian the first time they met.
If Alfred hadn't strongly insisted, Damian would have truly left directly back then.
He felt that Talia must have been deluded back then; otherwise, why would she have fallen for a man like Bruce?
Suspicious, sensitive, and a little neurotic.
Although he was quite handsome, what good was that?
If Dane could hear his thoughts, he would definitely add another virtue for Bruce: rich.
All in all, Damian felt that his meeting with Bruce was not what he had imagined.
It was even worse than staying with the League of Assassins; at least his grandfather and Talia were sincere towards him.
Just as Damian was thinking this, someone called his private phone.
He picked it up and saw the name, which made his expression change slightly, then turn calm.
Damian returned to his room and changed into the nano-suit Dane had given him.
Yes, Dane hadn't taken back this suit; he had given it to him.
Damian, in the suit, transformed back into the little assassin.
He climbed out the window, swung on a web, and disappeared into the night.
At the old site of ACE Chemical Factory, a new chemical factory had been rebuilt, and Damian quickly arrived here.
"Welcome back, my dear grandson."
As soon as Damian landed, a shadow appeared behind him.
He sharply looked back, but there was nothing.
"Let me see, has your skill regressed during this time?"
Damian quickly refocused his gaze forward, just in time to see a large foot kicking towards his face.
He disregarded his image, leaned back with the momentum, then rolled to avoid the attacker's subsequent moves.
Immediately, nano-particles combined to form two short blades.
He gripped the hilts and attacked his opponent from left and right.
The person was empty-handed but not flustered, using both hands to parry.
Though the moves weren't exquisite, they always managed to precisely avoid the blades.
After less than ten exchanges, the person suddenly clapped their hands together, catching the two blades Damian had struck with their palms.
Damian watched as his grandfather's hands, like pincers, tightened and twisted, actually breaking both short blades directly!
The opponent held the broken blades between their fingers, examined them carefully, then said:
"You've got a very interesting toy."
Then, with a flick of his fingers, he threw the broken blades like throwing knives; the air currents they created were sharp enough to almost cut skin.
Damian met them with the remaining half of his blade; almost instantly, the broken blades reintegrated, and the short blade was restored.
The person raised an eyebrow and said, "Interesting."
Damian opened his mask, his expression somewhat solemn.
"Grandfather..."
The person who came was Damian's grandfather, Ra's al Ghul, though everyone preferred to call him Ra's al Ghul.
The Master of Assassins, Head of the Demon, Master of the League of Assassins, a man who was almost immortal.
He looked serious, with a gloomy demeanor, and his temples were slightly gray.
Between his movements, there was a subtle aura of a formidable leader.
But when he looked at Damian, a rare trace of warmth appeared on his face.
"Your skills seem to have regressed a bit, Damian. Is it because of over-reliance on technology?"
Damian couldn't help but roll his eyes at this, and he grumbled:
"Even if I don't rely on technology, I still can't beat you, Grandfather."
Ra's al Ghul was an old monster who had lived for nearly 700 years, only slightly younger than Wonder Woman.
In terms of experience and life wisdom, he surpassed Diana by more than just a street.
It was normal for Damian not to be able to defeat him; otherwise, would he have lived for hundreds of years in vain?
"Did Mother come with you too?"
Ra's al Ghul nodded, gesturing for him to look down... He followed the gesture and saw a graceful woman standing beside a pool emitting a strange green light.
That was Talia, Damian's biological mother.
Although it was a touching reunion, Damian's gaze was still drawn to the strange pool beside his mother, and his tone was solemn:
"Lazarus Pit, how could it be..."
Ra's al Ghul observed his grandson's expression with interest, praising:
"As expected of Bruce's child. How long have you been with him, and you've already started thinking like Batman."
Damian retorted with a grim face, "I haven't!"
"Even the way you're being stubborn is so similar."
Damian didn't want to talk anymore. Ra's al Ghul smiled and explained:
"This isn't the real Lazarus Pit; it's just a portion of its water."
"I combined it with some special chemicals, preserved its resurrection function, and brought it over."
"Why are you in Gotham?" Damian asked, his voice heavy.
He knew his grandfather had never given up the idea of destroying Gotham, and his mother, Talia, was clearly on the same side as his grandfather.
"A friend gave me some interesting suggestions, which I adopted, so I came over."
"To see this city that once made me taste defeat, and to see my beloved grandson."
"And finally, to see... Batman."
Towards the end, Ra's al Ghul didn't hide the gloom on his face, revealing a slightly sinister smile.
Damian quietly used his nano-suit to synthesize 2.4 smoke bombs. He said calmly:
"So your goal is still Gotham, and Batman?"
"Yes, Batman."
Ra's al Ghul always seemed so patient when facing his grandson.
"I've realized that to destroy this city of sin, Batman is a stumbling block I must remove."
"The plan my friends provided me is very feasible, indeed, very feasible."
"But this requires your help, my grandson."
When Damian heard this, the smoke bomb in his hand was about to slip.
But he looked up and saw Ra's al Ghul smiling at him.
Immediately, as if something had swept through his entire body, Damian's body stiffened.
His suit had crashed, and his nervous system was attacked by an unknown pulse, falling into disarray.
The suit became his cage, and Damian fell face forward to the ground.
He struggled to lift his head, staring fixedly at Ra's al Ghul:
"EMP!"
You said I rely on technology? You old fox!
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