Throwing himself into his mother's arms, Damian knew that the last time he did this was when he was four years old. After the first murder, Damian never asked his mother to hug him again.
But this is my dream, isn’t that just doing whatever I want?
"Yes, we are all here." Thalia smiled and nodded, gently stroking her son's head: "Have you drank soda? Do you want to go surfing with your dad?"
"Yes, son, do you want to play in the water?" Deathstroke on the side also showed a smile. As he said this, he grabbed the cloak next to the lounge chair and turned it into a black surfboard, pointing towards Damian.
Shaked.
"Hehe, that's great." Damian giggled. He left his mother's arms and looked around: "No Batman, uh, I don't mean I hate him, he's pretty good to me, too.
He raised me up, but after all, he should not be involved in our family."
This is what the boy thinks. Although his adoptive father is good, his biological father is obviously better.
Slade is always generous and open-minded, speaks very nicely, and his fighting ability and brains are second to none on earth. Such a flawless father is what any boy wants.
When I was in school, my classmates would compare themselves with each other, and comparing themselves to their parents was a must.
Some people's fathers are rich, and some people's fathers are leaders. But what could Damian say at that time? Could he say that his father was Batman?
No, that was a secret identity. He could only say that his father was Bruce Wayne, a prodigal and rich second generation known to everyone in Gotham. He was a super playboy who swaggered through the city in a luxury sports car every day, with several people in the car.
The super model is going to a silver party.
For a simple child, this is not a respectable father figure.
Can the boy's mother tell? No, because everyone knows that Talia al Ghul is the daughter of the devil and a murderer of the League of Assassins.
So he never mentioned that in the eyes of his classmates, Damian didn't have a mother, or didn't know who his mother was.
The boy never told anyone about this kind of mental pressure and could only bear it silently.
Although he no longer needs to compare with his classmates, Damian has already completed college courses on his own and dropped out of elementary school, but he still wants a more perfect father.
"That's right, that's right, kid."
Thalia sat up and clapped happily. When she heard her son complaining about Batman, she did not immediately show displeasure like she did in reality, nor did she intend to lecture her son. Instead, she immediately agreed:
"It's great that he's not here anymore. It's enough that you still remember his good qualities. Just give him back when you grow up. Don't let him interfere in your life anymore. He's nobody."
Because this is a dream, isn’t it normal for the mother in the dream to be different from the mother in reality?
"Well, yes, I think so too. I will repay him, but in another way." Damian took the surfboard from Deathstroke with great peace of mind. He touched his belly and looked at it again.
Looking at the sea: "Dad, can we eat first and then go surfing?"
Eating with your family, three of you, is the most important wish.
As for surfing together, this is secondary, because in reality Damian has ridden on his father's cloak, so flying in the sky is definitely more exciting than surfing.
"Oh, are you hungry? Of course you can eat if you want. My good boy, daddy will cook for you." Deathstroke smiled and touched Damian's head, left his lounge chair and walked out of the parasol.
The shadow walked towards the barbecue pit that suddenly appeared on the side: "How about we have barbecue? Delicious wild animals."
As he spoke, he pointed to the storage box next to him, which is the big blue plastic box used by many American families for camping. It is filled with ice cubes and can easily carry meat for picnics.
He didn't know when the black and yellow armor on his body disappeared, but he was wearing a Hawaiian-style floral shirt and shorts, giving him a completely casual look.
"Okay, I like whatever you do." Dami nodded expectantly and pursed his lips, because in reality, he had never eaten any of the meals cooked by Deathstroke, and every time he got them, they were either snacks taken out of his pocket.
The drink is delivered like magic.
But it doesn't matter, it's okay if you can eat it in your dream. This dream is quite real. People have touch and temperature, and everything is fine.
"Hehe, this is what you said, then take a look at the selected ingredients I prepared for you, strangle!"
Following the death knell in the dream, tentacles sprouted out from his black back. Different from reality, these tentacles looked like the legs of a zebra or the joints of some kind of spider, with one section black and one section white.
, the top of each tentacle is not the crescent eyes and fangs, but full and juicy red eyeballs.
Something seemed not right about the dream. The sunshine on the beach dimmed, and a smell similar to rotting fish and shrimp came from the sea.
Just when Damian was about to do something to change his dream, the symbiote had already taken out the ingredients from the storage box and plopped them on the grill.
That was Barbara Gordon, who was bleeding from all her orifices, with all her bones broken, and was still dying.
"Fake!"
This scene was a bit exciting for Damian. Just a moment ago, it was a warm family picnic, and the next second it turned into a human barbecue party. Especially when the corpse's eyes were staring closely at him, he couldn't help but burst out.
Bad language.
"Don't you like eating Barbara? She may be a little too fat, and there are steel nails on her spine, and it is really easy to chip her teeth." Deathstroke seemed to think there was no problem, and he continued to let the strangles tumble in the portable refrigerator: "Then this
What? Do you like chewy meat, my son?"
The corpse taken out this time was that of Alfred, who died tragically. The old man's death was in a very horrific manner. His head was split in half lengthwise, and his brains were constantly mixed with ice and dripped on the beach.
"No! Wake up!"
Damian immediately put away his vacation mentality. He would no longer regard this as a dream. He used his willpower to fight against the inertia in his body. Even if he worked hard all night and only slept for a few minutes,
He also has the confidence to wake himself up.
In fact, he did it. He opened his eyes suddenly. The beach and the crazy parents disappeared. He found himself lying on the bed in the abandoned orphanage. There was some of Jason's usual drink on the dusty mattress.
The taste of alcohol.
"Huh" let out a long breath, Damian opened his eyes and swallowed. He felt a kind of discomfort from the heart, because Sister Ba and Ah Fu were both the best people to him. Seeing them
Being treated as food is too much.
Even if it's just a dream.
"Damian, are you okay?!"
There was a sound outside the door, and the ajar door opened again. The first person to get in was a big gray cat. The patterns on its body were flowing as if it were alive, but it was obviously not the one who made the sound, but the man behind it.
.
Deathstroke opened the door and came to Damian's bedside. He stared at the boy and asked:
"What are you dreaming about? I just heard you screaming."