Am I A Superman?

Detroit night.

It was raining in the sky, pedestrians wrapped in clothes and hurriedly walked down the street, subconsciously avoiding the dark and narrow alleys.

Despite the legalization of vigilantes in the United States, superhero groups like the Justice League occasionally come out to fight criminals.

But the world is too big, and the heroes are too busy.

At this time, four or five vehicles were blocked on both sides of a hutong entrance, and many people in black walked down the vehicles on both sides.

They follow both sides of the alley and converge towards the middle.

Pedestrians basically hide as far as they can when they see the posture. If this posture is not a gang fight, it is a trade in drugs and firearms.

"Did you bring something?"

The boss of the Bone Spur Gang, with a group of subordinates, asked the group of people in front of him.

Opposite is Detroit's underground arms dealers. Not only Detroit, but even gangsters in surrounding cities often come to them to buy arms.

This time, the person in charge of the transaction was a big fat man with a shiny face.

He picked up a cigar and waved to the men behind him: "Boss Ian, this is not the first time we have done business, we understand the rules, hurry up and inspect the goods, pay with one hand, deliver with the other, and be faster. , the dogs of the Justice League are moving around recently, we have to be careful."

The few horses behind him carried a few boxes and opened them on the ground. They were all samples of weapons for this transaction.

Boom!

Thunder and lightning exploded in the sky, and the light shone, illuminating a black shadow in mid-air, and flashed by!

"Who? Damn, Ian, you won't bring a note, will you?"

The fat man from the underground arms dealer touched the gun subconsciously, and everyone in the Bone Spur Gang on the opposite side also became vigilant and took out the weapons they were wearing.

Ian, the boss of the Bone Spur Gang, snorted: "Bah, you don't come here, I think you brought a note here!"

Before he finished speaking, the black figure in mid-air threw a dart at the bottom.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

People on both sides were shot by darts. Although they didn't die on the spot, they shot blood, which was horrible to watch.

"Put down your weapons and surrender to the police station. I'll let you go!"

A little boy who looked about eight or nine years old appeared from the building on the left side of the alley. He was wearing a dark red battle suit with a black cloak behind him. He had a blindfold on his face, and his face was angular.

In his eyes, there is a coldness that is not as cold as he should be at this age.

"Watch out for Batman!"

"Is Batman here?"

"Lights! Lights, find Batman and tell me where Batman is!"

The gangsters on both sides below all ignored the little boy in weird clothes. They all held their guns and aimed at the sky, looking for the voice and shadow of a certain night knight.

"Bastard, how dare you ignore me!"

The little boy got angry, he jumped and jumped down from the building about fifteen meters away. His body was like a nightingale in the dark night, and he jumped a few times on the walls on both sides.

In the end, it landed on a car parked in the alley.

"Ian, leave this kid to you, the others continue to stare around, Batman may appear at any time!"

The fat man's words completely angered the little boy.

He flipped his hands, and the silver darts were sandwiched between his fingers, and he waved with his hands.

The darts are all shot.

Swish! Swish! Swish! ...

On the ground, the distance of the attack is shortened, and the accuracy of the dart is greatly improved.

Eight darts shot towards the left and right, only to hear a few blood explosions, and the neck arteries of the eight gang members present were cut off, and blood spurted.

"Little brat, whoever dares to kill me! Go to hell!"

The fat fat man spat out the cigar in his mouth, raised two Uzi pistols with both hands, and shot the little boy for a while.

Da da da……

Uzi's rate of fire was extremely fast, and the little boy quickly lifted the cloak behind him to block the bullets.

At the same time, the figure ran fast, rushed to the wall and then turned back suddenly. He waved his hands again, and shot darts in succession, and several people were killed on the spot.

"I'm not called Brat, I'm Robin!"

The little boy rushed into the crowd of gangsters, with two specially made sticks in his hand, and one person singled out dozens of people.

Boom!

Thunder streaked across the sky again, and the rain became heavier.

Above the tall building, a team of people wearing hooded killer suits and carrying bows and arrows were also watching the battle secretly. The leader stared at Robin and said to the crowd;

"Kill Damian Wayne, only in this way, the Assassin League will not become Bruce Wayne's private force, and will not be reduced to a disgusting organization like the Justice League. Kill Damian Wayne, for the assassins alliance!"

"kill!"

This team of warriors from the Assassin Alliance rushed out, shuttled over the building, and finally all jumped into the alley.

Originally four generations of Robins, Damian Wayne alone killed dozens of people from the gangs on both sides, and almost all the people brought by the Bone Spur Gang were killed. Only the big fat man pretended to be dead, and waited until Robin killed the others. people time.

The big fat man crawled quietly to the entrance of the alley.

But within two steps of climbing, a black figure in the sky fell, with a katana sword shining brightly in his hand.

How scary how scary.

"Mom...I'm not just selling arms, as for...Aah, don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll give you all you want..."

It was just a face-to-face, Fatty's head was slashed by a knife, and there was a look of fear in his eyes.

All the other living people present were cleaned up one by one, and the samurai sword was dripping with blood.

After killing all the irrelevant people present, these people surrounded the target person this time, the boy in the alley.

Fourth Robin, Damian Wayne.

"Hou Richette, this is a member of the Assassin League!"

Damian Wayne grew up in the Assassin League, and naturally recognized the way these people came from at a glance. When he saw that the roads on both sides were blocked, his heart sank, and he roared with a gloomy face:

"I am the grandson of Rexogul, the son of Thalia El Ghul and Bruce Wayne, and I order you to stop!"

The boy's voice was unusually loud, but no one at the scene listened to him.

In the vast darkness of the night, a sharp arrow pierced the night sky and shot towards Robin Damian Wayne.

Looking at the archer, Damian frowned: "Magician, are you going to kill me?"

The magician is the name of Markolm Merlin in the Assassin League. Damian knew him a few years ago, but he didn't expect that the other party would kill him today.

sulfuric acid!

A stick blocked the arrow, Damian did a backflip, and the assassin's katana slashed at the boy. He waved his stick and tried his best to resist.

"Damn, I shouldn't have sneaked out today, did Dad find out that I left?!"

This is what Damian is thinking.

In order to avoid being discovered by Bruce Wayne that he had sneaked out, he specially made a dummy to stuff it under the quilt. From the outside, it would definitely look like he had fallen asleep.

The teenager still has room to deal with a group of gangsters, but quickly becomes overwhelmed by a team of well-trained killers.

After several rounds of fighting, he suffered a lot of injuries, and he was struggling to support under the savage swords of the killers.

Malcolm Merlin showed a smile, "Damian Wayne, child, give it up, you won't survive today!"

Boom!

The thunder in the sky exploded again!

But this time, the sound was more deafening than ever.

The people below couldn't help but look up.

I saw that the thunder in the sky seemed to form a vortex, which was very strange.

"What the hell is that?" Maccolm Merlin cursed.

While everyone was attracted by the strange thunder in the sky, Damian Wayne threw a smoke bomb and fled quickly.

"Catch him, don't kill him today, we all have to die!"

The words fell, and the killers all flew out, chasing after the young Robin.

Little Robin Damian Wayne ran as fast as he could, shouting to the sky, "Shazam, is that you? Help! Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash... Daddy!! Whoever it is, help! what!"

However, before he ran far, Damian was about to be surrounded by killers, and a thunderstorm fell in the vortex of thunder in the sky.

Whoa!

The surrounding sky suddenly lit up, and a man appeared in the thunder.

"kill!"

The warriors of the Assassin Alliance saw that someone suddenly appeared, no matter who they were, their plans today could not be exposed, and anyone who appeared would be killed.

Later, there will be professional people who will clean up their bodies and handle today's affairs seamlessly.

The samurai sword flashed like a cold light, and looked at the neck of the man who suddenly appeared.

Seeing that another innocent person was about to be killed, Damian Wayne threw his last dart: "Uncle, be careful!"

bang bang!

I saw the samurai sword slashed at the man's neck, as if it had hit a piece of superalloy steel, and the invincible samurai sword suddenly shattered.

It shattered into dozens of pieces of iron and flew around.

Damian's dart shot over, originally aimed at the samurai sword, but now it shot in the air.

The whole place was silent.

Especially the killer, looking at the samurai sword with only the hilt in his hand, and at the unharmed man in front of him, he recalled in a trance the boy who beat up Lei Xiaogu at the headquarters of the Assassin League a year ago. Girl with man.

The man who appeared in the thunder was naturally Li Ya who had just passed through the universe.

At the end of the space-time tunnel, he suddenly heard someone calling for help, so he followed the cry for help and landed on the ground.

Whoosh!

A sharp arrow came flying, but Li Ya didn't even look at it. With a flick of his finger, he turned to look at the little boy.

"Did you call for help?"

"No...that's right, it's me, uncle, you...is your neck made of iron?"

The little boy was not tall and stared at Li Ya with his head raised.

Seeing the scene of Li Ya's neck shattering the steel knife, he was obviously a little excited. He wondered if this was some kind of qigong magic or something, and it would be great if he could learn it.

Li Ya smiled, "I'm only 18 years old, you should call me brother!"

"Oh, I'm only eight years old, you are ten years older than me, what's wrong with calling you uncle!"

The little boy's gestures, with a hint of rebelliousness, Li Ya felt that this child should have undergone cruel training since childhood and killed many people.

But it was too late to ask, the assassins of the Assassin Alliance had already surrounded him.

Marcolm Merlin stood at the front, stared at Li Ya, and asked, "Who are you, if you can, please don't interfere in our affairs, we can't afford to offend you!"

"Uncle, these people want to kill me, I am a member of the Justice League... uh, a reserve member, you help me escape, I can introduce you to the Justice League, I tell you, the welfare of the Justice League is getting old , others who want to join have not yet joined!"

The little boy looked nervous. He saw Li Ya's way of deflecting arrows with one hand. Damian had only seen this kind of kung fu on his father's side.

In addition, Li Ya is not afraid of the slashing of the samurai sword, he must be a powerful superpower!

Although the warriors of the Assassin League are powerful, it is hard to say when they meet a superpower, so both sides are trying to win over Li Ya.

As for Li Ya, after listening to the little boy's words, the corners of his mouth twitched.

The Justice League of this universe is built by itself, why should you recommend it?

"Ahem, Markolm Merlin, why did you kill this boy? Who is he?"

When Li Ya called out his name, Macolm Merlin's expression changed and he asked, "You know me?"

"Nonsense, I not only know you, I also know your daughter, Thea Quinn!" Li Ya glared at him and said again: "I'll ask you again, who is this little boy?"

"His name is Damian Wayne, the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul, we...we are Talia al Ghul's men, and we want to invite Master Damian Back to the Assassin League."

It was naturally impossible for Markolm Merlin to tell his plan, so he changed his rhetoric and smiled at Li Ya: "My friend, this is a family matter of Bruce Wayne and the Assassin League, please don't worry about it. No business!"

"Hehe, do you think I'm stupid?"

Li Ya sneered, and if he didn't say anything, he was going to kill him. What a family affair, Maccolm Merlin is really the master of lying and not making drafts.

In the past, Li Ya learned from some sources that Bruce Wayne was suspected of having an illegitimate child, but it has not been confirmed.

A year ago, Oliver was seriously injured by the Assassin's Ninja Master Rexiaogu. Felicity asked Leah and the others to rescue Oliver, and Bruce Wayne also followed.

Seeing his father-in-law is one aspect, and more importantly, he has obtained the whereabouts of Thalia El Gul.

Later, Bruce looked for it, but he didn't expect to see his old lover, and by the way, he found out that he was a father.

Surprised or not, stabbed or not, surprise or not?

"Uncle, don't listen to them, they are bad people, they want to kill me!" Robin Damian hid behind Li Ya.

Apart from that, he had no choice. It seems that Dad didn't find himself slipping out today.

If I knew earlier, I wouldn't make any dummies, and I would kill myself!

The whistle of a police car sounded in the distance, and Markolm Merlin's face sank, he couldn't drag it any longer!

He pulled out a dagger engraved with mysterious runes from behind, which was a magic dagger with special enchantment against the magic resistance of some physics superpowers.

Even the defenses of the body of steel can penetrate.

"Kill them for me!"

The killers present were all dead men. With an order from Markolm Merlin, everyone held their samurai swords high and rushed towards Li Ya and Damian Wayne with the determination to die.