Chapter 103

Tony Stark has been waiting for this scene for a long time.

From the first time he heard from the little girl about her unreliable old father who lived a life of debauchery and didn't even know she existed, he wanted to slap the image of her dying on his face.

Now that he has not put his more extreme ideas into practice, Tony feels that he has restrained himself a lot. After all, he was well-known for protecting his children. Regardless of whether Wayne had any hard feelings or whether it was a misunderstanding, it was still a fact that his daughter had been living outside for fifteen years.

"I don't think you know why Nana can't speak, right? During the examination, except for the scar on her neck, there were no other problems." Tony sneered: "The famous Batman should be very familiar with scars, so he can naturally see them. Come out, that is a wound that can kill a person. If it were placed on any other person, that person would have built a house in heaven long ago!" "

..." Bruce did not refute him. His jaw was tense and his back molars were gritted. In his mind Print Stark's words word for word.

"Her condition was very unstable in the early stage. Charles briefly investigated and found that there were at least fifty-one deaths that left a deep impression on her-" "

Death?" A hoarse and deep voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Tony's words.

Far away in Wayne Manor, Superman's pupils shrank, and he suddenly remembered again the heartbeat that disappeared under the ruins ten years ago.

Seeing that she was alive, he was unwilling to explore her secrets too much, and there were bats around her, so there was no need to worry. He always thought that she had been rescued, but now... Stark said that she had died at least fifty-one times?

[Death that leaves a deep impression. ]

——When can even "death" be classified into categories?

Superman felt a sense of great absurdity.

"Oh, I forgot, you know nothing about her." Tony sneered: "I know you are very suspicious. If you believe me, Charles can let you see all this with your own eyes." Peter, who had been silent beside him,

raised his head. , looked at Tony.

The man smiled and said: "Pajama baby, please don't interfere in the conversation between adults."

Charles sighed and said in a heart-to-heart voice: "Tony has been holding back for several years. If it really messes up the plan, I will kill him directly."

Charles: "What is your choice...?"

"What other choice do I have?" [Peter] was helpless, maybe because as a person involved, he has never been able to empathize with Tony and the others, but he can understand. There is no way to cover up the fire. The Red Hood, Tony, and Charles are right. He really can no longer escape.

"He" was not present, Tony had specially moved "Yuna" away just for this moment.

"This is their choice."

Red Hood and "Peter" looked at each other for a moment. The young man lowered his hazy blue eyes and said first: "I believe it."

He could see that Yuna didn't mind her past. Tony revealed it to them and he also wanted to know the truth.

Charles nodded and put his fingers on his temples.

He went to talk to the little girl first.

The passive mental cage can isolate him from all exploration, but knowing that the master wants to, they can communicate.

In the spiritual space, Yuna was sitting on the balcony of the castle surrounded by high walls, drinking black tea slowly.

Seeing Charles walking over, she hummed softly and said, "I knew your purpose for coming here was impure. You were just relying on me not to attack you."

"You attacked Bruce?" Charles was very curious.

"More than once." Yuna said firmly.

Charles chuckled, sat down opposite her, looked around, and said with emotion: "It seems that you are indeed much better than before, and you are in the mood to build such a beautiful place." He had been here once before, and there

were only high walls here.

"They are very good." Yuna said: "...I don't think they are responsible."

Charles picked up the black tea and listened to her.

"My existence is not what Bruce expected at all, and he knows nothing about it. Maybe when I was very young, I still resented my parents, but later I figured it out. No one is born to owe anyone. Bruce just provided some genes without knowing it. What happened to me has always been because of myself."

The girl smiled, but her eyes were dead and empty: "I never want to think about why I exist. If As you said, I don't live for myself."

It is indeed a very painful thing for her to analyze her heart with others, but Charles is born with this wonderful aura and ability, and he is probably the person who understands her most intuitively. , so she could continue talking more smoothly.

"Do you really think that my existence...is meaningful?"

Yuna didn't think so.

She survived the most difficult days because of Jason's words of "live on". Becoming disabled is not acceptable to everyone. At that moment, she wanted to sleep forever, and it was best not to wake up again.

She is also afraid of pain. She actually doesn't like pain.

But the spirit is separate, half seems to be dead, and the other half tells her "you have to live."

Yuna said: "What Tony is doing now seems to me completely unnecessary. I don't feel that I am miserable...although those experiences were indeed difficult. And I have a lot of things now." Her eyes were a little

bit She was in a daze, and then came back to her senses after a while, and confirmed: "Well, I have a lot of beautiful things."

She got out of her previous thinking early in the morning.

Charles raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Yuna: "...you don't believe it?"

Charles shook his head: "It's not that I don't believe it, but I am a psychic, so I have a fairly good understanding of human thinking. I'm worried about you jumping around repeatedly. "

In fact, Yuna Wayne really jumped over and over again: "..."

"So, based on your character," Charles glanced at Yuna, "I think it's better for your family to talk openly and honestly. They How can I hold you if I don't even recognize you as a complete person? Don't talk about Tony and me, no one there trusts you."

Yuna was quiet.

She blinked: "Bruce won't agree."

Charles smiled: "That's not certain."

Charles and Yuna have different views, and Bruce's ideas are naturally different from theirs.

Just like how Yuna and Bruce did things were very different, he felt that Bruce also hid his thoughts as deeply as Yuna, but he might not think like Yuna thought, nor would he necessarily refuse.

After drinking a cup of black tea, Bruce and Charles looked at each other.

He said: "Okay."

Yuna: "..."

Charles smiled: "I'm willing to admit defeat, Nana."

"I got it." Yuna sighed: "I just want to try it too...can you hold on? "

Put on your helmet, it's completely fine."

Charles was waiting for this step.

Before Bruce even opened his eyes, he heard the lively chatter around him and sensed the crowds coming and going.

This is... Japan?

The language is Japanese, which is good, but the era should be further back, Taisho.

Why did we come to the Taisho period? What did Yuna encounter here?

There seems to be a festival here, the atmosphere is lively and full of joy.

Bruce frowned deeply, and he suddenly remembered the story Q once told.

[A pair of hands picked me up. ]

[That is a very handsome man with black hair and red eyes. ]

His breathing suddenly became rapid, and all the places that he felt were inconsistent before were connected tightly.

He thought of the little girl's blade suddenly stopping before it sank into his chest, of her inexplicable tears, and of her complicated and indistinguishable emotions.

The Dark Knight, who has a very high IQ, figured everything out almost instantly. He began to walk around in stride. Regardless of the various eyes attracted by his appearance and clothes, he asked passers-by in Japanese with a hint of anxiety: "Have you seen each other? A girl with black hair and blue eyes? Or there is a man with black hair and red eyes next to her."

[He took me home. ]

[Tear apart my limbs and penetrate my heart. ]

The steel blue eyes that seemed to be eternally calm were filled with red bloodshot eyes.

——Yuna looks similar to the man. Since he is here, it means that he is not far from them, and he will definitely be able to find him——!

He walked backwards in the sea of people, his eyes quickly scanning one person after another, but couldn't find anything.

Time passes minute by minute.

Suddenly, Bruce's face suddenly turned pale, and his heart throbbed as if someone was clenching it.

There was darkness in front of him for a moment, and he returned to the beginning of everything, as if the whole world had been loaded again.

But Bruce felt his fingertips were cold.

——Just now, his only daughter, where he couldn't see, was once again dismembered by a monster.

Bustling crowds.

The noisy laughter of children.

Yuna opened her eyes, because this nightmare was so familiar to her that she could almost recall the appearance of the next pedestrian passing her with her eyes closed.

In the nightmare, she can't resist, the scene just reappears, but in a world that she also participated in, she can make other choices.

Although all this is false and the damage in the past is irreversible, this does not prevent Yuna from beating the Ghost King. Of course, sooner or later, she will take revenge with her own hands.

The girl has black hair and blue eyes. Her eyes are like the sea at night, deep and dark, quietly waiting for that person to appear.

[5…4…3…2…]

She can even tell the time the other person appears in her sight down to the second.

After all, every midnight dream starts from here. She couldn't do anything else, so she had to do something to relieve her boredom.

Having said that, she must be very fragrant, right? Otherwise, how could that thing accurately locate her in the vast sea of people?

[1]

There was no sound of footsteps, and a figure stopped in front of her. Due to his height, she could not see the other person's face for a while.

An extremely pleasant, yet inexplicably cold male voice came.

"Why are you here alone, where is your family?"

The man squatted down, because the target was a child, and the bloody cruelty in his eyes was clearly exposed.

Yuna almost wanted to laugh.

Really poor acting.

It was too bad, only one tenth of the feeling the captain gave her at that time.

The girl with black hair and blue eyes raised her head, looked at him with her rare beautiful eyes, and then bent her head.

She heard herself say: "I can't find them. Uncle, can you take me to find them?"