Damian, who was still nervous about flying and confused about the unknown destination, looked over when he heard the commotion. His childish face was full of bewilderment; he couldn't understand what his mother was doing.
"You are the first person to make me angry since I transmigrated," Qinuo suddenly said, his voice suppressing rage.
"Not good."
Talia inwardly cried out in dismay. Only then did she realize she had been too hasty, acting rashly without understanding this man's personality. Now, she was afraid she would suffer.
Qinuo pushed without hesitation, and Talia's body fell from high in the sky like a kite with a broken string.
"Mom!"
Damian shrieked in terror, his voice filled with fear and helplessness.
He watched his mother plummet rapidly, his small body trembling uncontrollably.
"Venom."
A black tentacle suddenly extended from Qinuo's back, quickly reaching out and accurately grabbing Talia, suspending her in mid-air.
"Qinuo, you cannot kill a child's mother in front of him."
"Sorry, Damian," Qinuo apologized sincerely. He had indeed been enraged just now.
"Mom is fine."
Damian looked at his mother hanging in the air, and his tense heart finally relaxed.
His eyes were still filled with fear of Qinuo; this man had almost killed his mother.
"Why are you so angry? You've read so many novels; such plots aren't uncommon." Qinuo's immense anger was truly difficult for her to comprehend.
After all, not being human, even knowing all of Qinuo's memories, she couldn't understand human ethics and morals.
"Those are all fake, so I can read them as novels. I am very lustful, but I'm lustful without being chaotic," Qinuo patiently explained.
"I don't understand. You were very happy when we tried various plays from the novels."
"You might understand when you become a mother. I don't care if she seduces me anywhere, and if the atmosphere is right, it's not impossible to have a go, but she cannot do it in front of his child."
Qinuo looked at Damian, who was lowering his head in his arms, and gave a bitter smile. This child was truly terrified this time, so he sped up, flying towards Gotham.
Damian looked at his mother hanging in the air. Qinuo's words confused him, but even though he didn't understand, he deeply remembered them.
The sky over Gotham was gloomy, with thick clouds seemingly pressing down on the city, making people feel stifled and oppressed.
It was still daytime, and Bruce Wayne had not gone out; instead, he was focused on researching documents in the study of the manor.
Suddenly, a sharp alarm sounded without warning, breaking the existing tranquility.
He frowned tightly and quickly brought up the surveillance footage. On the screen, the You-Know-Who who had once copied Superman's power appeared again.
This time, he was holding a child in his arms, and Talia was tied behind him.
"Has he been in the Assassin Alliance all this time?" Bruce Wayne pondered inwardly. He had been searching for the You-Know-Who's whereabouts all this time, and he hadn't expected the other party to show himself voluntarily.
His gaze became even more solemn, and his brain rapidly spun, thinking about the other party's intentions and possible actions.
Qinuo looked up at the monitor and said, "Bruce, I have something to discuss with you. Can we meet?"
Bruce on the other end of the monitor was silent for a moment, then finally said, "I'll wait for you in the reception room."
Qinuo led Talia and strode into the manor, arriving at the reception room, where Bruce was already seated, waiting, and Alfred was preparing tea.
As soon as Qinuo saw Bruce, he unhesitatingly pushed Damian into his arms.
"Here, your son, Damian."
Bruce instinctively caught him. Hearing this, he was slightly taken aback and subconsciously looked at the small face in his arms.
Clang—
The crisp sound of a cup falling to the ground.
Alfred's eyes widened as he stared at Damian's small face. He looked so much like the Young Master when he was little.
Qinuo joked, "Butler, can you give me some good tea this time?"
"Of course, sir."
Alfred responded with a smile, his tone a bit more cordial than before.
Bruce sat there, holding Damian, his eyes filled with complex emotions: shock, worry, surprise, and a sense of responsibility. His original attempts to probe him were also disrupted.
As for who the child's mother was, he didn't need to think to know it was Talia, who was bundled up like a zongzi.
Bruce's body seemed a bit stiff, his hands not knowing where to place themselves. This was his first time seeing his child, and the feeling of both unfamiliarity and closeness made him a bit flustered.
His gaze lingered on Damian, but he suddenly noticed Damian's furtive glances at Talia and Qinuo.
It was fear, as if he hadn't yet recovered from the previous fright.
"Alfred, please take Damian away for a moment. We have something to discuss." Bruce took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
"Yes, Young Master," Alfred replied, gently picking up Damian, just about to turn and take him out.
But Damian tightly clutched Bruce's clothes and cried out, "Mom."
Bruce looked at Qinuo, his eyes inquiring.
Qinuo sighed and released the tentacle, turning his back to Talia.
"Shut up, go out with them."
Talia stood up. She glanced at Bruce, then walked out first, followed closely by Alfred with Damian.
"Sorry, it was my fault for almost killing his mother in front of that child."
Bruce's pupils constricted, his thoughts instantly pulled back to that dark alley. The figures of his parents lying in a pool of blood appeared in his mind, and pain and anger surged through him instantly.
"What is your purpose in coming to me?"
He suppressed the emotions in his heart and asked coldly.
"My purpose in coming is one, to bring you a child, and the other is to find you."
Qinuo's expression was calm. As he spoke, he pulled out a small bottle of blue liquid and placed it on the table.
"Lazarus Pit, you rule the Assassin Alliance."
Bruce's gaze was fixed on the small bottle of liquid, his expression solemn. Of course, he recognized it; he had even used it once himself. But he focused more on the other piece of information.
"More or less. I hope you can use it as a core to create a potion, even if its effect is weaker."
Qinuo picked up the teacup and took a sip, as if discussing the most ordinary thing.
"I can, but I need to know who you are and what your purpose is for these things."
Bruce stared at Qinuo, agreeing to the transaction, but his eyes were full of vigilance and scrutiny.