I Become Deathstroke

Chapter 811: Chapter 767: Investigating the Case

The black mud was now somewhat dry, mixed with small grains of sand, giving it a beachy texture. Damian dropped a small handful of dirt from his hand, put away his equipment, patted his knees, and stood up.

"If I’m not mistaken, over 300 people passed through here, but no monsters."

Da Mi said seriously, but no one paid him any attention; everyone was busy with their own things, even the idle Himeko was lost in the clouds.

The night was clear today, there weren’t many clouds, and she was mostly looking at the moon with the bat emblem.

’Could this be Justice League’s special way of being close? Superman and Batman are quite a pair, huh?’

’But I just saw Batman and Wonder Woman on a date, does that mean Batman and Superman aren’t together?’

’Who’s the third party? But Superman has a family....’

’What if Damian’s dad announces he’s out someday?’

Indeed, because of immense mental stress, Himeko seemed to be suffering from depression to outsiders, but in reality, she just used various distractions to keep herself from thinking about her dark past.

She was smart and quick-witted, with photographic memory, but her mind was filled with thousands of episodes of her own imagined romance dramas.

With Superman and Batman, Batman and Joker, Superman and Luthor, Steel Bone and Grid, Lightning and Reverse Lightning, Arthur and Om, Shazam and Black Adam, Green Lantern and Yellow Lantern, and many other luxurious, suspenseful romantic action plays.

Recently, she rehearsed new shows like Black Wally with Spiral Bullet and the story of Damian and Jonathan.

But now, she was just daydreaming, quietly reflecting; fantasizing about these romance scenes made her heart race but didn’t bring her joy.

No matter how she tried to cover the past with soap opera-like light fantasies, the dark memories buried deep in her mind kept resurfacing....

Damian waited for someone to respond, but evidently, reality only left him disappointed; no one responded.

He sighed, involuntarily thinking of the Bat Clan, where everyone worked together with one mind, unlike the current scattered state.

The New Teen Titans hadn’t been established for long, but internally there were already numerous issues, and Da Mi was well aware of this.

Among the team, the more outgoing and easiest to interact with was Wally, but he had the flaws of being showy and excessively flamboyant, often taking a selfie at crime scenes to upload online for his followers....

Damian suspected people from the Lightning Clan never knew what it meant for news to leak since they ran faster than telecommunication signals, but now it was already the era of quantum communication.

After Wally finished taking photos, Batman, far away in Washington, knew what they were doing, which Damian disliked very much.

Additionally, although Giant Spirit was a kind and gentle magic elf, elves weren’t humans, and many of their perceptions and habits were different from humans.

At meals, Mili would pop out from under the table, as she could phase through obstacles, so sometimes her head would be in the soup pot because in that way, lying face up, she could see everyone.

Though Damian always prided himself on being mature and calm, he couldn’t accept talking to a head in a soup pot, and others couldn’t eat either.

Spiral Bullet was gluttonous, playful, and lustful, while Crush always seemed like he was injected with adrenaline, but the most stressful person for Damian was Himeko.

Behind her eyes was practically a black hole leading directly to hell; apart from despair and destruction, nothing else could be seen.

It was so dark that Damian had to investigate in secret to confirm she really had no connection with Barbatos.

Many people seeing the team composition of the Teen Titans might commend Damian’s team configuration, but he himself knew his selection criteria for team members were always simple.

Either orphans or children not recognized by their parents.

At least Damian never felt Batman recognized him, even though he followed him for so long, having been kidnapped by the Joker no less than twenty times, Batman never showed affection towards him.

Not to mention taking him out for picnics or play catch like an ordinary father would.

He had evidence, whispers in dark corners also suggested he wasn’t really Batman’s son, and his biological father was Deathstroke.

For a teenager, this was the most concerning issue recently, and the last video message from Red Robin Tim before he disappeared was about this.

On the battlefield, Tim braved a hail of bullets, enduring endless waves of drones alongside the Young Justice League, the situation was very unfavorable.

He hid behind ruins, recording a last message with his phone, first saying goodbye to the other members of the Bat Clan, specifically emphasizing this: "Damian, go to the locker at New York Central Station, you know which one, I left something for you... ah!!!"

Then Tim was shot full of holes by drones, his body taken by a mysterious person, and afterward the drone army retreated, Tim’s teammates with Young Justice League brought back the ’remains’ left on the battlefield to Batman.

Damian went to Central Station and retrieved what Tim left for him, a folder containing DNA testing reports from three major international authoritative institutions, proving his father was Slade Wilson.

This is now Damian’s biggest perplexity; he knew his mother Talia and Deathstroke had some unclear relationships, but he had no idea when these two were together.

If his mother was Talia, and his father was Deathstroke, then he would be just like Cassandra, a born assassin.

Even Batman couldn’t prove Damian was his son, and because of this, they had several unpleasant break-ups.

Damian actively sought out Deathstroke, who drove him out for a spin, had a meal, but firmly denied that Da Mi was his son.

However, the more the man denied it, the more Damian felt that Deathstroke was his father, because on the way to the restaurant, Deathstroke casually used a Uzi submachine gun to assassinate a target, killing a dozen bodyguards, and continued driving relaxedly afterward.

This casual manner and killing made the darkness in Da Mi’s heart stir restlessly, as if it awakened his true self.

But before this matter could yield any results, Mad Laugh and the Dark Knight Order invaded, and the issue was shelved, with no conclusion even to this day.

Maybe Batman has already forgotten about it, but Damian hasn’t.

Thus, Damian is now under immense pressure, not only because of team issues but also because his own background has suddenly become muddled, plus Batman hasn’t been home for a long time, indicating the Justice League is dealing with some severe situation.

But what can he do now? The current team is at best third-rate, barely able to catch murderers in Gotham and occasionally fight small monsters to maintain a living.

Helplessness is Damian’s current state of mind.

Teammates might not be useful in battle, but could they at least respond to him?

"Let’s go, let’s take a look inside."

He no longer hoped for a response from the others, and after muttering to himself, he lowered his head and walked through the dirt towards the room.

Under the moonlight, the yellow police cordon was particularly conspicuous, and when it was downwind, the strong smell of blood filled his nostrils.

Damian slipped through the cordon and placed his hand on the door, looking back.

Only Himeko followed him, but her eyes were unfocused, clearly lost in thought.

Damian silently sighed and pushed the door open, walking inside decisively.

The police evidence collection was complete, not worried about disturbing the scene, but Director Gordon’s side clearly hadn’t discovered the second dismembered site a few blocks away.

But communications were down, teammates were unresponsive, and Damian didn’t have time to make a special trip to the police station.

Damian approached the piano, looking at the chalk-drawn human figure on the piano cover, thoughtfully observing the surroundings silently.

He came to a conclusion similar to Su Ming, this was ritualistic killing, the deceased here should have been used as a sacrifice.

But the problem arises, if a summoning ceremony was held here, why didn’t the creature consume the sacrifice and instead appeared blocks away, killing someone unrelated?

The prepared food here was left untouched, while it appeared elsewhere, it all seemed wrong.

Batwoman Kate had previously told him some magic knowledge, regardless of the ritual method, summoning existence from another space is actually a form of summoning magic. freewebnσvel.cѳm

So, the summoning magic array is here, but the summoned creatures appeared miles away, how is this possible?

So he fell into contemplation.

The two arguing finally separated. Although Crush frequently swore, Damian had promised to help her find the killer of her foster parents, so her attitude towards teammates was very restrained.

If it were someone else, she might have torn off their head and kicked it like a ball.

And Spiral Bullet, who was arguing with her, silently took out his phone, playing a single-player girl game, only the cute two-dimensional girls could soothe his wounds from reality.

Black Wally and Mili both breathed a sigh of relief, smiling at each other, but suddenly remembered something, both flushed and quickly looked away.

"Should we go help Damian?" Wally scratched his cheek with one finger.

"Mm...." Mili replied softly like a mosquito.

So they walked over to Damian, actively starting to help, allowing Da Mi to breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, neither had detective skills, but Mili’s elf magic could accomplish many things, she belonged to the same clan as the lantern god in Aladdin’s Magic Lamp, only she lived in a jar.

If you wish to her, anything within her power can come true.

Unfortunately, she was not the Inverted Man, with limited power, her magic was more inclined to auxiliary.

Moreover, she was very sensitive, she wouldn’t grant wishes that went against her intention, even Da Mi, as wealthy as he was, was righteously lectured when he wanted Mili to create 5 US Dollars.

But when it came to solving a case, Mili was usually quite cooperative.

"Mili, can you show me the state of the corpses that appeared here before?" Damian asked.

The little black girl nodded, she floated up, waved her hands, and a large amount of purple light filled the room, quickly forming an image made of light, resembling the corpse taken away by the police.