Chapter 1456: Birds Returning (Part 17)

Damian Wei En first appeared in "Batman: Son of the Demon", but this doesn't mean his race is a demon or that he has any deep connection with the demons referred to in the occult world. The demon here is just an adjective.

After the New 52 reboot, the history of the Teen Titans changed. Before the big event, they didn't have much intersection with the Justice League Dark or the occult world, so this was Damian's first time seeing a real demon.

The power of demons all carries a kind of soul-shaking evil and terror. This is the talent of the demon race. But unlike the fear and rejection from the depths of the soul when Red Hood and Red Robin first saw the demon appear, Damian produced deep doubts after the initial shock.

Did he see it wrong? Why did this demon squeeze out a little smile after seeing Bruce? How did the unscrupulous evil power originally surrounding him retract in an instant?

Escaping from the surrounding of that majestic energy, after the hellfire extinguished, this demon looked... a bit like a mountain goat cub.

It really wasn't Damian deliberately belittling him. The fact was that this demon standing in the center of the room was just an upright black mountain goat after removing those flashy special effects, just a bit bigger than a mountain goat on Earth. But judging from the development of the horns and hooves, it was probably still a little lamb.

Red Hood and Red Robin also let out a sigh of relief. Red Hood supported Red Robin and walked over, looking at Bruce Wei En and asking: "My god, Batman, what on earth is going on here?!!"

"This hospital, the murderers in the hospital, the messy corpses, the sinner's heart, the anatomy class, and this... sorry?"

"Jeru is a black demon, which is the demon whose body is often mentioned in human myths and legends as a black mountain goat."

"Alright, this black demon, what on earth are you doing?"

Red Hood actually had one sentence he didn't say, which was why did he feel that what they were doing now was more evil than the terrifying limbs of these serial killers and the demon itself representing the most primitive fear of human beings?

"I will tell you the truth, but it's best after everything is over." Bruce said so.

The demon agreed to Bruce's conditions tremblingly, and when he left with two boxes, he was as panicked as if he were fleeing.

Constantine and Harley went to the room next door to split the money. Bruce asked Deathstroke to put this account on Wei En Group. The mercenary also left satisfied.

Red Hood stepped forward, just wanting to ask, Bruce beckoned to them and said: "Let's go to the office upstairs to talk."

"But outside..."

"I have a dedicated elevator."

Bruce held Damian, and Red Hood and Red Robin followed behind him to an office upstairs.

Red Robin sat on the sofa, seeing Bruce walk over. He thought Bruce would sit opposite him, but didn't expect Bruce to push away the tea table in front of him and kneel halfway in front of him to check the wound on his leg.

Red Robin gasped. Just as he wanted to speak, Bruce asked without raising his head: "You should have already understood a part of what I'm doing, right?"

Red Robin was silent for a while, but still said his inference.

"If I didn't misunderstand, you built a psychiatric hospital, gathered villains and murderers from all over the world, provided them with research materials with corpses from gang fights, and then used this group of murderers to dig out organs from the corpses and sell them to demons who need them."

Bruce nodded. He still maintained a kneeling posture, but looked up at Red Robin. When he met those azure eyes, Red Robin's heart missed a beat.

He saw appreciation in Batman's eyes.

He should indeed be appreciated, shouldn't he? Red Robin thought so. They accidentally entered a strange environment and were hunted by serial killers. He suffered the heaviest injury, but was the only one among the three who could still think calmly. He should deserve this appreciation.

But Red Robin still felt incredible. He never thought he was the one who could get special treatment from Batman, because he wasn't special at all, at least he thought so himself.

He didn't have the long-term intimacy like Nightwing and Batman, didn't have a blood relationship with Batman like Damian, and didn't make Batman feel guilty like Red Hood. He was even the one among all Robins who still had a way out, he still had parents and a family.

Tim always felt that there was a barrier between him and Batman that was hard for ordinary people to see. They were intimate but a bit strange, familiar but a bit polite, as if they were the most compatible, but always the farthest apart.

Tim couldn't be sure at all what position he held in Batman's heart. If his intelligence could really make the equally intelligent Batman like him more, then why had he never received any special indication?

But now he got it, because of his intelligence, and because of the only common point between him and Batman, Batman acknowledged that wisdom was their common point.

This was like an anchor, bringing unparalleled sense of security, even making Tim unable to feel the pain of the wound.

"You are very smart." He heard Batman say so.

Tim even felt that the wound should be more painful, so that he could sit here and watch Batman observe his wound longer.

Truly hopeless, Tim clearly realized, but he couldn't extricate himself.

Then, Bruce opened his mouth again, and another kind of shock and surprise burst out from Red Robin's heart. Could he continue to discuss this topic with Batman? Wouldn't his attention shift to others?

Could he even hear Batman's deeper analysis and get guidance that no one else had?

"You only saw half of this industrial chain, or maybe one-third... Do you know what the soul dust provided by demons is used for?"

The fantasy turned into reality. Red Robin knew that Batman didn't want an answer, but wanted to explain to him. He would get Batman's explanation today, and it was an explanation for him alone.

This sentence echoed in Red Robin's mind, even making him unable to think about anything else, until Bruce's voice came again.

"In hell, there is a winding river. Souls torn into fragments in long-term torture eventually flow into this river, and the sand in this river will grind the soul into the most primitive energy, returning to the origin of the universe. This is the final destination of the vast majority of evil people."

"Soul dust is the most delicate sand in the river. Because it has been grinding various souls for thousands of years, it has many magical properties. They can settle in complete human souls and increase the weight of human souls."

"When humans die, the dust in their souls will begin to grind their souls, preserving the most refined evil and good deeds in their organs."

Red Robin began to feel cold all over. Every scene experienced in New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital played back in his mind constantly. His memory far exceeding ordinary people and his detective talent allowed him to recall every detail.

Countless fragments connected into lines in his brain, and he seemed to become a giant standing above Cat Getan, overlooking the sentient beings on the ground.

He knew that this was his reasoning talent that allowed him to obtain the perspective of the formulator of this great plan, that is, Batman's perspective.

So, Red Robin began to narrate this matter from such a perspective. His voice attracted the attention of Red Hood standing by the window and Damian leaning against the sofa.

"Cat Getan is the gathering place of human evil." Red Robin's voice carried a peculiar tremor, not out of fear, but more like excitement.

"Never has any city been as evil as here. The sinners shaped by endless evil cannot be exterminated. When they flow out of the warm lake of their mother's womb, they are destined to flow to the river of hell."

"These souls shouldn't be wasted like this. I think... so, I built a pasture, letting all the lunatics who committed great crimes come here, not just to control them, but also to herd them, feeding them with luxurious buildings, rich resources and abundant death."

Red Robin looked up. He saw the hopeful eyes of Bruce. Bruce's hand pressed on his knee, which was a performance of applying pressure, but Red Robin was ecstatic for this.

Batman was expecting his answer, Batman was thirsting for his understanding, Batman was... loving him.

He trembled uncontrollably all over, his Adam's apple moved up and down and spat out another sentence: "And, and soul dust... I feed them with sand from the river of hell."

"All the sins on them will settle in their souls, be constantly washed and polished by the sand of soul dust, becoming more and more heavy and refined—extreme evil is another kind of treasure."

Bruce still knelt on the ground, just reached out his hand upward, and wiped away the dust and blood on Red Robin's face with his fingers.

Red Robin trembled all over, as if he was about to cry, not because of the emotion brought by this closeness, but because of the fear from the heart and the joy that accompanied it. He was almost forcing himself to continue speaking.

"I know who needs this treasure—the demons of hell are always pursuing evil. They even spare no effort to spend years inducing people in their dreams, letting them commit crimes constantly, just to be able to get a soul full of crimes."

"Since they regard evil as a treasure, I will exchange with them with the lambs I raised with my own hands. I hold the reins of the most precious lambs in the world, so the devil must also bow to me and pray for my grace."

"This darkness to me is already a rare and precious wealth. And now, I brought you here, which is to let my devout believers see this miracle—to understand me, respect me, and... love me."

After spitting out the last sentence, Red Robin seemed to have lost all his strength, and his body curled up powerlessly.

Bruce finally stood up, but bent down again and hugged him. In Batman's arms, Tim felt an unspeakable relief.

Robins always think from a rational point of view that Batman is an omnipotent god, but they must accept emotionally that he is a person who will make mistakes. Pain comes with such contradictions.

But when they recognize and understand that a Batman is a distant and unreachable great patriarch, all feelings are transformed into "belief". At this time, all wavering and self-doubt can be thrown behind, and the world becomes simple and pure.

Cat Getan gathered the evil of the whole universe, and the culprit who spread darkness here must not have thought that this young bat who was once full of anger spread its bat wings, and with a more terrifying posture, fed fat lambs with the rain of evil falling in Cat Getan, and sold them for a good price.

When Red Robin's breathing became more and more stable, the three Robins seemed to see the incomparably huge and terrifying bat wings stretch out from behind Bruce, not only covering this dark room, but also covering the sky above the whole city and the whole world.

At this moment they knew that they must respect him, because he is Batman.

And also because, this Batman found a twisted, terrifying but effective solution for the deepest madness of this world. He is crazier than madness. ===== CHAPTER 1457 =====