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The Andrew Hotel. Shayna's hotel.
"I recorded a video this afternoon for my supporters, telling them there's a big magic show at the stadium tomorrow."
"I think the clothes I wore during the video recording are very beautiful. What do you think?" Even though the concert had been cancelled, Shayna still wore light makeup and the tube top, hip-covering dress she had put on during the afternoon recording. As it was a close-fitting style, the gown perfectly outlined her figure. The silver-gray base and the white-diamond embellished design added a touch of mystery to the star singer out of thin air.
In the face of her inquiry, Connors took it seriously. After looking her over from top to bottom, he said, "You can only wear this dress once."
"How could that be? I designed it myself. Of course I won't wear it once and throw it away," Shayna didn't understand.
But soon, the wear on the dress's knees, and the fabric distortion caused by the sheer width of their previous actions, let her know why Connors had said "it can only be worn once."
Wearing a luxurious dress like this… it actually has a unique flavor, Connors thought, lighting an after-the-fact cigarette.
"Master Wayne, it's time for your rehabilitation training."
Alfred the housekeeper urged, but Bruce Wayne, who was supposed to be doing rehabilitation training with the help of a body brace, was at this moment being assisted by a robotic arm, with pieces of armor being assembled on his body.
The new Batsuit had a larger silhouette than the previous tights, with an auxiliary powertrain inside and cushioning and support structures throughout the back. When he was fully dressed, Bruce Wayne looked like a heavy humanoid piece of armor, and the mantle behind him dragged long on the ground.
"Both Gotham and Robin need me." Bruce Wayne now followed Connors in calling Dick Grayson "Robin."
Alfred the butler stepped forward and helped get the temporarily removed body brace aside, asking, "Even if Master Patterson is currently the only person besides 'The Flash' Barry who knows that 'Batman' and 'Bruce' are the same guy, are you still worried about him?"
Without saying a word, Batman, with the help of the Bat-Armor, leaped into the Batmobile with surprising agility. Connors's style of doing things was so eccentric that Batman even worried that Connors had misunderstood him and would instead go and help Robin catch his parents' killer himself.
Even after not going out for the past few days, Batman had used his detective skills to deduce that the Graysons' deaths were related to an outsider. And this outsider was the manager of the female star Shayna, with whom he was supposed to have had dinner.
Outside the door of the hotel room where Shayna and Connors were, a hook-nosed young man listened gloomily to the sounds from inside, his fists clenched hard. He was one of the managers and suitors of the star singer, Shayna.
That night, after he had knocked on her door holding flowers and wearing a suit and leather shoes, he thought he would take advantage of her illness to get what he wanted, but she had ruthlessly refused. When he entered the elevator and was about to return to his room, he heard the sound of her door opening again, and the star singer had run alone towards the roof of the hotel.
The agent, thinking the chance had come to cook the raw rice, had quietly followed, and then saw the scene that made him almost bite his own teeth to pieces: Shayna was kneeling with her back to him, while standing in front of her was a tall and strong man.
The glamorous goddess on the stage actually looked like this behind his back. Her agent had stumbled back to his room, feeling his mind shatter. But soon he had come up with a method, intending to create a major accident that would cause the star's career to be swayed by public opinion and hit rock bottom, and even more so to break up the man and woman. So, before the "Flying Graysons" circus began, the agent had put a potion on all the ropes in advance that would allow the elastic fibers to age rapidly.
As he had envisioned, the family would fall heavily from a high place into the audience at the climax of the circus performance. However, it was not expected that "the Flying Graysons" would be so intense just in the opening warm-up that even before their eight-year-old was officially on the field, the ropes had broken first. The mere death of the Graysons, with the audience unharmed, could hardly have had a great public opinion effect. When Connors did not reappear, the agent had thought that it was over.
Today, he still wore a white suit that went well with Shayna's silver-gray gown in an attempt to further open up the beauty's heart. However, though the house was blocked by the soundproof door, the still faint sound of banging made him want to rush in on the spot and strangle the other man to death.
Since one time won't teach you a lesson, I'll do it again. Tomorrow at the magic show, the death toll will not be less than a hundred. The agent took a deep breath and continued to listen to the seductive voice of the goddess in the room, a morbid smile on his face.
After this battle, the hormones left by Poison Ivy in Shayna's body should have disappeared completely. Shayna, who had only dealt with him based on this hormone, should also return to normal. Connors took one last puff of post-coital smoke, then got dressed. This time, instead of jumping out of a window, he opened the door to his hotel room, his feet on the soft carpet.
Outside the door, a wretched man with a hooked nose and a white suit was looking like he was eavesdropping with his ears to the door.
Without saying a word, Connors grabbed the other's collar with one hand and lifted him up before walking to the elevator. There was a small window, which was used for ventilation.
Casually throwing the hook-nosed man through the window, Connors followed, leaping down. Amidst the ghost-crying howls of the wretched man, their bodies fell rapidly. It was not until they were about to fall to the ground that Connors slowed them down and landed lightly on the ground using a master's trick.
"Who are you?! Am I dead?" The first reaction of the hook-nosed man was to check whether he had missing arms and legs. Although his legs were already weak after falling from such a height, his heart finally settled a little after finding that there was no pain coming from all over his body.
But soon his heart was beating again, because Connors and he had come out of Shayna's room before jumping off the building. And he also recognized that Connors was the same man who was on the roof with Shayna, and who was sitting in the audience of the circus with her. So he didn't care about his limp legs and swung a punch at him.
Click!
There's no difference between breaking an arm and breaking a match. Connors snapped the guy's fist with one hand and thoughtfully didn't let the broken bone spur pierce the skin, because he didn't want to smell blood.
Without talking nonsense with this guy, Connors covered his head with a cloth and threw him in the co-driver's seat of the supercar that the rich Bruce Wayne had just delivered. He drove all the way to the Gotham Coliseum.
The stadium was illuminated by several ever-beaming lights, and the circus stage arrangement had been maintained here until now due to the previous accident with "the Flying Graysons."
And on the stage, a tiny figure was kneeling on the ground, motionless. After his escape from Wayne Manor, homeless and fatherless, Dick Grayson had subconsciously come to the stage of his last performance.
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