Chapter 103 55 Honorary Robin? Get a New Title! 【3850】

Chapter 103 55. Honorary Robin? Get the new title! --【3850】

As expected, the Master once again extended an invitation to Mason. Counting the "test" outside Blackgate Prison, this should be the second invitation from the Bat Family.

But not surprisingly, Mason immediately refused.

There are more and more things happening to him now, and he really doesn't dare to work with the master, the best detective in the world. Most importantly, Mason strongly believes that Batman has not completely let go of his doubts about himself.

It's not that the master doesn't trust himself.

But it was decided by the master’s suspicious nature.

He and Da Chao have such a good relationship both at work and in private, don't they always update their "anti-Superman tactical plan"?

In fact, in Mason's understanding, having a folder with his own name in Batman's private database is the way to truly gain his master's trust.

"Sorry, Bruce, once again, I'm flattered by the invitation from the Bat-Family, but I really don't think I'm cut out to be one of you."

Mason, who was sitting on the hospital bed, sighed and said half-seriously:

"First of all, my behavior is indeed inconsistent with your 'no killing' rule. Of course, I am not dissatisfied with your rule.

It is always better to have bottom lines and principles as a human being than to live like a beast without any restraint.

But I'm just used to being spontaneous. "

He raised his head and looked at Batman seriously, and said the second reason:

"Secondly, after what happened with Jason and Barbara, frankly speaking, the Bat Family gave me a little bit of fear. The way you get along with each other seems very 'strange' to an outsider like me.

Always hurting each other as a way to deepen each other's feelings and bonds.

Maybe you are all a walking "collection of psychological trauma", but as far as I am concerned, I still hope that my life will be easier.

After all, my first seventeen years of life were already dark enough.

It is both relaxing and sad to know that the father who abused me for so long was not my father. "

Speaking of this, Mason whispered:

"On the subject of 'fathers,' you really should take a moment to think about what you did to Robin and Batgirl, Bruce.

Maybe you think this is a matter of your own family, but in my opinion, as an outsider, you have done too badly in these two things.

You know what they need, but you are just too stingy to give it.

Always take the occasional warmth as a reward

This is not the right way to raise children. "

Faced with Mason's complaints, Batman stood silent in the shadows.

No one can tell the master's mood and thoughts at this time from his expressionless posture. He is like cold iron cast in the dark night, sealing all his psychological activities in the eyes of others.

He has become accustomed to facing the changing and cruel world with this attitude.

Even Mason would feel that no matter how happy and relaxing a place is, once Batman appears it will immediately make it serious and cold.

"To sum up, I think it's good for us to maintain our current relationship."

Mason breathed a sigh of relief, spread his hands and said to Batman:

"We can cooperate and occasionally help each other. I have your contact information, and you have mine. For now, the relationship on 'official matters' is fine at this point.

Of course, if Bruce Wayne, Gotham's tycoon, were to invite me to a party at Wayne Manor, I'd be dressed in my best clothes and ready to go. "

"If that's your choice, then I'll keep the invitation."

The master nodded and said without sadness or joy.

Seeing him turn around to leave, Mason rolled his eyes and said:

"Actually, you gave this invitation to the wrong person, Bruce. There is a boy beside you who needs it more than me."

Batman stopped and looked back at Mason.

The young man shrugged and said:

"I know that you, Alfred, and even Selina are all anxious about Damian Wayne's mental state. I will prepare something for him as soon as possible that can soothe his spirit and drain out the remaining Lazarus Pool water in his body. drug.

But it takes time.

After all, that kind of pool water has a very mysterious and evil and dark power. As an alchemist, I need various experiments to understand its secrets.

But for a while, you can do much more for him than I can. "

Mason paused, composed his words, and said:

“Damian became the ‘little lunatic’ he is today not only because he grew up in South Darbat, a place where murderers gathered, but also because he seriously lacked guidance in the correct way of thinking and acting.

No matter how powerful he is, he is only twelve years old, no, eleven years old.

This is an age that needs idol guidance and is restless. Who in the world is more suitable to be a role model for adolescent sons than a father?

You should have a fourth Robin, Batman.

But that shouldn't be me.

Your son Damian Wayne clearly needs your help more.

Doing it in the dual roles of 'father' and 'Batman'. "

Mason's words, especially the one about "fathers and sons," struck a chord with Batman, as the Bruce Wayne part of his personality was always easily attracted to such topics.

Mason had personally confirmed this the night he said goodbye to the Penguin Gang.

It can be seen that the master is hesitating and thinking.

After a silence of ten seconds, he said in a hoarse voice:

"But he doesn't seem to need my help. Just this morning when I was having dinner with him, he picked up the table knife and stabbed me."

"No, Damian just doesn't know that he needs help."

Mason corrected:

"His crazy grandfather instilled in him the cruel wisdom of survival of the fittest, which made him accustomed to hiding his helplessness under the appearance of tyranny and cold-bloodedness.

But he is just a child, Bruce.

Just like when I was twelve years old, I would treat my father who would beat me crazily when he was drunk with indifference, does my cold face to him mean that I don't need to come Did you need help from others?

When you were a child.

After that night in Crime Alley, didn't you need help from your family? It was Alfred and Gordon who helped you get through that difficult time.

Maybe now is the time for you to help your son.

He is a piece of ice.

You have to become a ball of fire.

Bruce, I'm not saying that you are too slow and stubborn in this regard. "

"Yeah, who made me lose my parents when I was eight years old? I have always been at a loss about family problems."

The master actually told a dark and cold joke for the first time, choking Mason who was frantically feeding the master with chicken soup for the soul.

Come to think of it, how can he ask a man who has never enjoyed a normal family since childhood, who likes to dress himself up like a bat and walk around in the dark alleys at night, and whose biggest hobby is to beat criminals into a pulp with his bare hands to understand what "warm family life" is?

The atmosphere in the ward became awkward.

Mason laughed dryly and said:

"Anyway, this is what I want to say. Damian needs a correct guide, and you need a Robin to help you.

This is a two-way trip.

And I think Alfred will also support this "parent-child activity" that seems strange, but is actually in line with the current situation of the Wayne family.

In addition, I will find a way to help Barbara after I am discharged from the hospital.

You'd better not interfere recently, okay?"

"Yeah."

The master nodded.

He jumped to the window with a whoosh, and when he turned into a bat and flew into the night, the master turned back to look at Mason and said:

"The things you took from the Batcave."

"I didn't take anything."

Mason immediately denied:

"Even if you are the person I admire most, you can't slander me like this. When I rushed to the collection room, a group of ninjas from the Assassin's League were looting there."

"I just want to tell you, Mason, that the Fenrir armor prototype is bound to my DNA."

The master said faintly:

"You can keep it for a while, but after the reconstruction of the Batcave is completed, I hope it will return to where it should be. You are such a smart young man, you should understand why I put them in the collection room instead of the weapons room."

After that, Batman jumped down from the window on the fourth floor.

He turned into a black shadow and soared in the night sky of Gotham, and landed in the hovering Batfighter with optical camouflage in a precise somersault.

As for Mason.

He walked to the window, listened to the heavy rain outside the window, and closed the window.

The young man's expression was quite strange at this time.

"So, what the master means is that the Fenrir armor he prepared for other members of the Justice League must be returned, but can he pretend that the other stolen things never happened?

He is hinting

No, he is encouraging me to study Wonder Woman's suit and Superman's blood?

So my ability as an alchemist has also been incorporated into Batman's "anti-Superman tactics" and "anti-Wonder Woman tactics"?

You are worthy of it, master."

Mason quickly figured out the reason for this matter, and suddenly felt helpless to complain about Batman's bottomless scheming.

Although he did not join the Bat family, looking at this posture, the master seemed to have regarded himself as an "extra member" like Selina.

He shrugged and returned to the bed, but was shocked to find that a black and gold bat badge was placed at the head of his bed. He didn't even notice when the master put it there?

Mason picked it up and put it in his hand to check.

Honorary Robin's Pin

Quality: Fine Engineering Craftsmanship

Item Effect:

Contains the Batcave Security Defense System Access Code. The holder can enter the Batcave and obtain some permissions of the Bat Network. It can be used as the starter key of the Batmobile and can unlock all functions of the Batfighter when the permissions are delegated.

Note: This item contains ultra-precise positioning and information collection devices.

Maker: Bruce Wayne

Item Description: Congratulations on unlocking the hidden profession "Robin". You can change your job at any time with this item.

"This fucking gift even contains a bug and positioning device!"

Mason looked at this thing and wanted to flush it down the toilet. The little bit of goodwill he had just felt for the master disappeared instantly.

He could only hold this badge and sigh to the sky. It was really difficult to be Batman's friend.

But this troublesome night is not over yet.

Mason was lying on the bed with a lot of complaints, ready to take a rest. He had been drinking vitality potions to keep himself energetic to improve various production skills. He hadn't slept for a long time.

I plan to indulge myself tonight and experience the feeling of dreaming.

But he counted the bat sheep to 107 and just felt a little sleepy when the window was opened again. Mason was so angry that he grabbed the fruit knife and threw it over.

The Lv4 shooting skill made the flying knife fast and rushed to the eyes of the guy who jumped into Mason's ward, and was slapped in front of him with both hands.

The trembling blade was less than two centimeters away from the latter's eyes.

"Isn't it necessary to do this?"

Dick Grayson, who changed back into the Nightwing uniform and wore a domino eye mask, sighed, put down the fruit knife in his hand, and said to Mason who was glaring at him:

"I just want to say goodbye to you, Mason, I don't mean anything else."

"Okay, the farewell is over, you can go."

Mason pointed at the door of the ward and said unceremoniously:

"Please go through the door this time!"

"Uh"

The young master with a very perky butt and a great figure was embarrassed for a moment.

He put the fruit knife back on the bedside table, glanced at Mason, and whispered:

"In fact, it's not just for farewell. Don't be angry, listen to me, I'm going back to Blüdhaven. What happened in Gotham has touched me a lot, and I need some time to convince myself to accept this drastic change.

Jason is not dead, and he tried to kill us.

Barbara did something wrong and now she is locking herself in the room and not seeing anyone.

Bruce has a biological son, and that little bastard is very dissatisfied with me. I went to chat with him at noon today, but he stabbed me three times with his hidden samurai sword."

The eldest young master, who has always been gentle and cheerful, can't be happy at this time.

He sat on the bed and sighed:

"It seems that everything has turned upside down overnight. Maybe I should leave for a few days, but before I leave, I want to ask you for one thing.

I know you can do it."

"Shut up!"

Mason, expressionless, really didn't feel like counseling the eldest young master.

He picked up Mr. Potter's magic notebook and wrote down a lot of materials, tore it off and threw it to the eldest young master, then closed his eyes and lay on the bed.

Said:

"Go to the Seven Hells Tavern near Miller Harbor, buy all these things and send them to my shop, then go back to your Blüdhaven.

At some point in the future, you may meet a healthy girlfriend who can kiss, hug and lift you up.

You can go now, Grayson.

Please forgive my rudeness, but I really want to have a good sleep now. There are still three hours before dawn. Please allow me to have a sweet dream, okay?"

Mason did not say what these materials were used for, but Grayson's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

He put the paper in his pocket as if he had found a treasure, whispered good night to Mason, and then opened the door and walked out.

Mason, lying on the bed, yawned.

He can finally fall asleep.

"Beep, beep"

The damn flip phone rang, causing the young man to grab it angrily and take a look. Then he answered the call and shouted to the other end:

"Your son will learn from Batman. I have done what I promised you. I gave my Robin quota to Damian! Damn it, but if you continue to disturb my sleep at this evil time, I guarantee that he will not live to see his next birthday! Don't think that the water in the Lazarus Pool is omnipotent!"

There was silence on the other side for a few seconds, and then a very attractive female voice sounded.

Damian's biological mother, the master of the Assassin's League and the temporary leader, Ms. Talia, was standing at the dock of Miller Harbor in Gotham City.

In the stormy night, she was protected from the rain under the protection of an umbrella and walked slowly onto a yacht in high heels.

Amid the respectful salutes of the surrounding black warriors, she walked into the cabin and said to the other end of the phone:

"Then, I want to thank you, Mason Cooper."

"As a personal thank you from the Assassin's League and me, I want to tell you another piece of news. Mr. Sandstorm is not dead, he is still hiding in Gotham City.

I guess he will come to you, Mr. Mason, a member of the Star Society."

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, and then Mason's voice rang out.

He said helplessly:

"Tell me, what do you want? A woman as cunning as a fox."

"The future of my son and my organization."

Talia didn't hesitate and said:

"But we can talk about this later, wait for our next meeting, Mr. Mason, in the meantime, please take good care of Damian for me."