Damian was still nervous about flying and confused about their unknown destination when he heard the commotion nearby. He turned his gaze, his youthful face filled with confusion, not understanding what his mother was doing.
"You are the first person to make me angry since I transmigrated," Keno suddenly said, his voice suppressing a deep fury.
"Not good," Talia thought to herself, realizing she had made a mistake. She had acted too hastily, failing to understand this man's temperament before making a move. Now, she was in serious trouble.
Without hesitation, Keno pushed his hand forward, sending Talia plummeting through the sky like a kite with its string cut.
"Mother!"
Damian let out a terrified scream, his voice filled with fear and helplessness.
He watched, wide-eyed, as his mother rapidly fell from the sky. His small body trembled uncontrollably.
"Venom."
From behind Keno, a black tendril suddenly extended, swiftly reaching out and precisely grabbing Talia, suspending her in midair.
[Keno, you cannot kill a child's mother right in front of him.]
"I'm sorry, Damian," Keno sincerely apologized. He had indeed lost his temper.
"Mother is fine."
Damian looked at his mother, who was now safely suspended, and finally let out a sigh of relief.
Yet, his gaze still carried fear toward Keno. This man had almost killed his mother.
[Why are you so angry? You have seen plenty of similar scenarios in those books.]
Venom found Keno's outburst incomprehensible.
After all, it was not human. Even though it knew everything about Keno's memories, it could not understand human ethics and morality.
"Those are fiction, so I can treat them as such. I may be lustful, but I am not depraved," Keno patiently explained.
[I don't understand. You were happy to try different things with me, just like in those books.]
"You might understand when you become a mother. If she tried to seduce me anywhere else, I wouldn't care. If the atmosphere was right, I might even go along with it. But not in front of her child."
Keno looked down at Damian, who had lowered his head in his arms. The boy was truly frightened this time. Keno sighed and increased his flight speed toward Gotham.
Damian, still clutching at his mother with his eyes filled with lingering fear, couldn't comprehend Keno's words, but he remembered them deeply.
The sky over Gotham was heavy with dark clouds, pressing down on the city like an oppressive weight.
Even though it was still daytime, Bruce Wayne had not left the manor. Instead, he was in his study, deeply engrossed in research.
Suddenly, a sharp alarm pierced through the silence.
Frowning, Bruce quickly pulled up the surveillance feed. On the screen, he saw the mysterious man who had once replicated Superman's abilities—this time carrying a child in his arms while a bound Talia dangled behind him.
"Has he been with the League of Assassins this whole time?" Bruce pondered. He had been searching for this man's whereabouts for a while now, yet the man had appeared on his own.
His expression darkened as his mind worked rapidly, considering the man's intentions and potential actions.
Keno looked up at the camera and spoke. "Bruce, I have business with you. Can we meet?"
Bruce remained silent for a moment before finally replying, "I'll be in the reception room."
Keno, holding Damian and dragging Talia along, strode into the manor. When he entered the reception room, Bruce was already seated, waiting. Alfred stood nearby, preparing tea.
Without hesitation, Keno placed Damian into Bruce's arms.
"Here, your son, Damian."
Bruce instinctively caught the boy, his eyes widening in surprise. He subconsciously looked at the child's small face.
Clink—
A teacup shattered on the floor.
Alfred's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Damian. The child bore an uncanny resemblance to Bruce as a boy.
Keno chuckled. "Butler, can I get some better tea this time?"
"Of course, sir."
Alfred responded with a smile, his tone noticeably warmer than before.
Bruce sat there, holding Damian in his arms. His emotions were complicated—shock, concern, surprise, and a sudden sense of responsibility. Any plans he had for testing Keno had been disrupted.
As for the child's mother, there was no need to guess—it was undoubtedly the bound Talia.
Bruce's posture stiffened slightly, his hands unsure of where to settle. This was the first time he had met his son, and the unfamiliar yet intimate feeling left him at a loss.
His gaze remained on Damian until he noticed something—Damian was secretly glancing at both Talia and Keno with fear in his eyes.
It was a look of terror, as if he had not yet recovered from his earlier ordeal.
"Alfred, take Damian away for now. We need to talk," Bruce said, taking a deep breath and trying to steady himself.
"Yes, sir."
Alfred gently picked up Damian, preparing to leave.
But Damian clung tightly to Bruce's clothes, whispering, "Mother."
Bruce looked at Keno, silently seeking his approval.
Keno sighed and turned his back to Talia before releasing the tendrils.
"Be quiet and leave with them," he instructed.
Talia stood up, glanced briefly at Bruce, and then walked out. Alfred followed, carrying Damian.
"Apologies. Almost killing his mother in front of him—that was my mistake."
Bruce's pupils contracted, his mind flashing back to a dark alley, where the lifeless bodies of his parents lay in a pool of blood. Pain and anger surged through him.
"What do you want?"
He forced himself to suppress his emotions, his tone cold and direct.
"I came here to deliver the child, and also to see you."
Keno spoke calmly, retrieving a small vial of blue liquid from his pocket and placing it on the table.
"Lazarus Pit. You've taken control of the League of Assassins," Bruce observed.
His eyes locked onto the vial, his expression grave. He knew exactly what it was. He had even used it once himself. But there was a more important issue at hand.
"More or less. I want you to create a serum using this as the core. It doesn't have to be as potent—just a weaker version will do."
Keno sipped his tea nonchalantly, as if discussing a trivial matter.
"I can do that. But I need to know—who are you, and what exactly do you want with this?"
Bruce's gaze remained sharp, agreeing to the deal but maintaining his vigilance.
Quote of the Chapter:"A father's responsibility is not to give his child everything, but to show him what truly matters."
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