Young Master Wayne should just stay in the classroom or the office!
Do you think you're Batman? If something happens while you're running around everywhere, all those matters at Wayne will be left to that unreliable Bruce baby to handle. What if the results aren't good and Daddy's bonus gets docked?!
Colt glared at his deskmate, pulled a slingshot from his pocket, swerved on his skateboard, rushed toward the football field where gunfire was constant.
Author's Note:
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I'll start the V-series tomorrow, so I'm adding extra updates today. There's another chapter coming at noon~
Chapter 19
At the crime scene, the head coach of the high school football team and several star players lay on the ground, while the usually silent substitute forward held the cheerleading captain hostage with an assault rifle, beginning a massacre.
Colt recognized that it was authentic military-grade weaponry.
Even for Gotham, this was excessive.
Colt pulled back the slingshot from a distance, using his spiritual power to augment the chalk, aiming at the classmate who was becoming increasingly criminal. He gave up on targeting the head wearing the football helmet and the torso clad in a bulletproof vest, choosing instead to strike the wrist.
Snap!
The spiritual connection's remote guidance was successful, the chalk hit the target.
Unfortunately, the damage from the chalk was limited; it only caused the killer to grimace in pain, causing the muzzle to jerk slightly.
Colt replaced half of the graphite rod, infused it with spiritual power, continued attacking the same position.
Snap!
The remote guidance succeeded again; it hit the target once more.
The graphite was harder than chalk, blood sprayed from the culprit's wrist. At the same time, a cold flash of light streaked past, slicing through the rifle strap.
Colt looked back, only to see a red shadow flash into the entrance of the spectator stands. Colt drew the slingshot again, striking the killer in the back of the knee with a small piece of graphite.
The assailant collapsed to the ground, his gun thrown aside, while the hostage scrambled away in a frantic escape. School security officers rushed forward with riot shields to subdue the assailant.
Colt stopped in front of the rifle, observing the break in the strap and calculating the trajectory of the hidden weapon in his mind, then saw a dart at the edge of the field.
A Robin Dart!
To be precise, it was a Red Robin's Mark.
This wasn't the first time Colt had found a Red Robin's Mark at school; back then, Red Robin was still just Robin.
Colt once lost track of time while doing his homework and accidentally stayed at school until nightfall; while phasing through the walls to head home, he ran into Red Robin, who had sneaked into the school board's lounge.
Colt kindly made a noise to alert Red Robin to the rooftop. Instead, Red Robin retaliated by throwing a dart at him, a dart that was equipped with a tracker.
The tracker, a product of Wayne Frontier Labs, was extremely valuable. It was a pity that Colt didn't have a drone with him at the time; he could only watch as the dart with the tracker was recovered by Red Robin.
He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
Colt pressed the hidden button on the skateboard and tapped a few times on the pop-up light screen. A mechanical spider emerged from the base of the skateboard, spitting out fine silk to entangle the dart and dragging the dart into the open backpack.
“What is this?” someone ran over.
Colt instinctively reached out and grabbed, catching both the mechanical spider and the dart in his hands.
The security guard rubbed his eyes and continued running to rescue the injured.
Colt retracted the mechanical spider and held the Robin Dart, turning it over and over to examine it, even using his fingertip to scrape along the edges of the dart.
The dart was hard and sharp, yet its shape was rounded and somewhat plumply cute, it didn't have a tracker.
It was a real Red Robin's Mark.
Theoretically, he shouldn't be able to pick up things that don't belong to him.
Colt put on his backpack and sped toward the spot where the red shadow had disappeared, riding his skateboard.
He didn't find Red Robin, only seeing a red banner in the corner of the wall. It was a banner left behind from when Gotham High and Metropolis High competed during summer vacation; red was the cheer color for Metropolis High.
Colt squatted in front of the crumpled red cloth, measuring the jagged tear with a Robin Dart.
Is this Red Robin's temporary uniform?
Colt tucked the Robin Dart into his pocket, his eyes crinkling into a smile.
He didn't know exactly who Red Robin was, nor did he want to investigate his identity. Batman was constant, while the Robins were ever-changing. One generation of Red Robin replaced another, from male Robins to female Robins, even Starro Robin.
Colt was most familiar with Red Robin, because they were the same age.
He watched Red Robin go from a clumsy little bird that tripped over its own feet into a reliable vigilante who beat criminals until they were crying for their mothers, he watched him transition from Robin into Red Robin.
Honestly, when Red Robin spreads his cape and soars between the skyscrapers, he looks just like a proud American Robin.
Of course, a lithe little bird, not a Birdie like that.
Colt retraced his steps and lingered in the bushes outside the classroom window until he found a sapphire gem cufflink that looked expensive.
He felt the Red Robin's Mark in his pocket and reached toward the cufflink lying in the bushes until his fingertips met a cold, hard sensation.
He encountered it again.
Colt held the phone in one hand, taking a photo of the sapphire flashing with fire in his palm.
It wasn't his, but it was in his hands.
The campus broadcast was playing a notice regarding the cancellation of after-school club activities. The classroom was bustling; the students had already left the safe room, chattering and discussing the gunshots that had just occurred.
Some were praying that the one who got shot was the dean, some were worried that Gotham Middle School would finish last in this year's high school football game, some were complaining about why they didn't wait until Monday to act, so the school would have two days off..
Timothy, I didn't see you just now, where did you go?
Colt had just passed the window when he heard someone asking a question, he looked up toward the doorway.
Timothy was jogging in, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. He gave a small smile to the person speaking, his jog turning into a brisk walk as he headed toward his seat and straightened his clothes, replying, "I was a little nervous, so I went to the restroom."
Lying, you don't need to jump out a window to go to the restroom!
Colt rubbed the cufflink in his hand, tossed it onto Timothy's desk, then walked past Timothy's back with an expressionless face.
A hand suddenly reached out, grabbing Colt's wrist.
Colt's body jerked from the pull; he stared at the hand that had grabbed him, his gaze traveling up the arm until he met Timothy's eyes.
The confusion on his face was so intense it practically manifested as a question mark.
Timothy's eyes were full of laughter, even a hint of smugness, as if to say: I've got you.
Colt's mind went blank.
He had long suspected that as the Spiritual Connection deepened, Timothy would one day enter his world. But he hadn't expected this moment to arrive so quickly.
Colt heard an unfamiliar breath, beneath that breath, there was a heartbeat that did not belong to himself.
The Quantum Terminal issued a warning for a rapid heartbeat.
Fast? Their heartbeats were clearly at almost the same frequency, weren't they?
His heart was racing because he was startled, but why was Timothy's heart racing too?
Was Timothy also afraid, just pretending to be calm?
Colt snapped back to his senses, suddenly accelerating to shake off Timothy and darting past a blond classmate.
The blond-haired boy seemed to have encountered a cold draft, shuddering violently. He rubbed his goosebump-covered arms and looked around nervously, "Did something just pass through here? Did you guys notice?"
Timothy rubbed his fingers, the warmth of Colt still lingering on his fingertips.
It wasn't Ghost.
Ghost is a spiritual energy form; he has no human body temperature, no pulse, no breath or heartbeat.
"I wasn't paying attention. Did someone just walk past?" Timothy withdrew his gaze.
F**K, Timothy, where did you come from.. no, it's like you were always there. Wait, did you just disappear?!" The blonde boy rushed out of the classroom in terror, shouting, "Damn it, I must have run into a Ghost!
Timothy tucked away his gem cufflinks and slowly raised an eyebrow toward the classmates who had looked over. "What a terrifying accusation. Can you all see me?"
Oh, of course, Young Master Wayne, who wouldn't notice you.
Hey, Timothy, don't use that exquisite face of yours to flirt. The cheerleading squad is into big, tough guys right now! The Red Hood type!
No, no, no, Drake has the Wayne halo over his head! They say a Wayne's breakup fee starts at six figures; no girl can refuse a Wayne!
The classmates jeered loudly, none of them paying any attention to the blond-haired boy who ran out making strange noises.
Colt frowned as he watched the blonde boy's retreating figure.
Spatial overlap does not affect the real world, but when he becomes emotional, it causes magnetic field distortions. Someone with powerful spirituality, or someone who has a Spiritual Connection with him, might perceive the anomaly.
Is the blondie's spirituality really that powerful?
Colt avoided the crowd, weaving through the tables and chairs, before stopping at the doorway and looking back hesitantly.
Timothy smiled at him.
Colt paused, then raised his hand and gave a light wave.
"You're smiling so happily, who are you looking at?" a classmate asked, putting an arm around Timothy's shoulder.
Timothy watched Colt's retreating figure as he left happily, replied leisurely, "Watching the scenery."
What kind of beautiful scenery could there be in a school?
Of course there are beautiful sights in school, like Timothy's cufflinks!
Colt opened the appraisal app and scanned the candidly taken photo of the sapphire gem cufflinks, receiving a beautiful five-figure price.
He counted the zeros after the three and let out a long sigh. A single small cufflink could fill three of his 3D printer's material storage slots; he really wanted to rob Timothy's safe.
Colt detoured around the Penguin's warehouse to admire his own Vibranium.
Aside from Red Robin's Mark and the Gem cufflinks, Colt still couldn't touch the Vibranium.
It was fine, he had thought of a way to get the Vibranium back!
Colt was hyperactive, riding his skateboard in several laps around Oak Tree Manor, driving away nearby birds of prey, bobcats, large snakes to create a safe environment for Birdie to relax.
Timothy caught me.