Now that Seiber had nothing, he was crazy enough to do that.
Catherine led the way. Every few steps, she would turn back to look at Saber. She had finally mustered the courage to go against Saber, but if Saber were to leave now, it would undoubtedly destroy all the psychological defenses she had built up.
Saber didn't leave. A scumbag who used a little girl for money wasn't enough to make him leave. In the past two hours, he brought Catherine back to the bar. Papa had already locked the door. When Saber opened the door, he saw a note left by Papa. Papa and Bruce Wayne had gone to sign the contract.
The young man took out another set of clothes from Robin's wardrobe. This encounter had taught him to be prepared early. Therefore, he and Catherine cooked a meal that wasn't too sumptuous, but it was definitely enough. After filling his stomach and resting for an hour, Seiber equipped all his current weapons and stepped onto the skull of "Revenge" with Catherine.
The little girl changed into a set of clothes that Saber bought from the convenience store. After freshening up, she finally looked like a normal child. Her palms and arms were covered in white bandages. She looked miserable. The strange combination of the two attracted a lot of attention.
Regardless of whether it was Seiber or Catherine, they didn't care about these gazes. Once you've chosen a target, all other distractions don't matter.
On the way to the narrow island with the silent little girl, Saber was thinking about a problem. A problem that jumped into his mind during the moment of life and death. He held the little girl's hand and walked with her to the train station on the sky track to the narrow island. He tilted his head and whispered to Catherine.
"Kathlyn, you see, I have a problem right now... I am only an ordinary person. Perhaps one day, I will die from flying bullets, perhaps in a fight, perhaps in an assassination, perhaps for some inexplicable reason."
Saber's voice hesitated. He looked at the little girl and she looked back at him. Her eyes that were jumping with unconcealable anticipation flashed with a hint of doubt. At her age, she couldn't understand what Saber was trying to say. But the young man didn't particularly need Catherine's answer. He just needed an audience.
"After all, this is a very dangerous world. I can't even deal with a powerless Batman, let alone those strange mutants and supervillains … Hmm, maybe … maybe I'm a mutant."
Saber looked at the bandage on his arm. He was sure that after getting enough food, the wound under the bandage had already healed. No matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like a normal person's ability. From his limited knowledge of this world, he could only associate it with the strange mutants.
What Saber really wanted to say was that he would die one day … So he wanted to leave something in this world to prove his existence. Not as a weapon, but as a person. A person with his own thoughts, a person who could prove his existence.
Meeting Catherine was really just an accident, but fate was just that magical. He brought a little girl on the road to the darkest part of Gotham. At least for now, he would become a child's hero.
Scholars used pens to leave their mark, warriors used honor to leave their mark, merchants used money to leave their mark, what would villains use to leave their mark?
Saber shook his head and freed himself from these complicated thoughts. He held Catherine's hand and stood in a waiting room full of stains. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned for more than ten years. The cold wind blew in through the broken window and gently blew Saber's coat. Beside them, there were four or five people who were also waiting for the train.
They were travel-worn and looked like the most ordinary kind of poor people. They were not threatening at all. Saber saw this scene and couldn't help but whisper.
"Extreme good and extreme bad are the same. In the end, they are always unique and irreplaceable. The really sad thing is …"
"Ka Ka Ka"
The sound of the train suddenly became noisy and dispelled Saber's excitement. He curled his lips and kicked the leg of a young man who tried to put his hand into his pocket. The young man fell to the ground.
He sneered at the thief who was holding his leg and howling. He kicked his leg again and smashed the thief's howl back into his throat.
The few people who were surrounding him immediately took a step back. No one wanted to provoke such a ruthless person. Saber didn't care and held Catherine's hand as they walked into the train. They sat in the last, cleanest seat.
The little girl secretly looked at Saber. Her eyes were filled with … uh, admiration. In her little mind, Saber's performance could only be described with one word … handsome!
Indeed, after staying in a chaotic environment for a long time, even one's mind would change. Especially at Catherine's age, after being bullied by all kinds of scum for a year, she met Saber. This rude guy gave the little girl a new life experience.
Although they had only known each other for less than a day, they had a special way of getting along with each other.
However, Saber wasn't in the mood to take care of the little girl. He was bored and supported his chin with his hand. From the unique perspective of the train, he observed the whole of Gotham. What he saw was a series of connected high-rise buildings. This was a typical modern society. The warm afternoon sun shone on the cold glass of the buildings, reflecting a cool halo, filling the place with a thriving atmosphere.
However, this was only on the surface. The darkness and chaos in Gotham was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
As for the high-speed train that was 50 meters above the ground, it was a unique transportation tool in Gotham. It was built by the Wayne family nearly 20 years ago. It was said that Bruce Wayne's father, the famous philanthropist, and his wife were the first to stand up during the economic storm that engulfed Gotham. They called on the rich to help the poor.
Of course, this was what his old man told him when they were chatting. His old man had lived here for 40 years, and he had a special feeling for this city.
The train was the representative of the Wayne couple's philosophy. It served the poor and only charged a cheap fee. However, after the Wayne couple was killed by a robber named Zili, this philosophy disappeared overnight. Ironically, when the Wayne couple was alive, the rich who ignored the interests of the poor didn't take action because of their philosophy. However, after the Wayne couple was killed, the rich who felt threatened took action.
It was the Wayne couple's death that saved Gotham, which was at the peak of its conflict. Therefore, kindness wouldn't save anyone. Only death would make people feel afraid, and then give birth to new strength.
"That's why I won't be a good person."
Saber mumbled as he touched the cold gun handle in his pocket. After experiencing a deadly assassination, this was the only thing that could give him a sense of security.
In the past few years, the train that Saber rode on had become an indispensable transportation tool for the poor of Gotham. It was free, and almost no one maintained it. However, one couldn't expect everyone to be as good as Saber. Therefore, this old train that had served them for 20 years was filled with various stains, traces of destruction, and various unknown spray paint.
It looked like a moving garbage dump.
He admired people like the Wayne couple, but as he said, he would never choose to become that kind of person. Oh, right. It was said that when the Wayne couple was killed, Bruce Wayne, who was still a child, was there. It was hard to imagine how much the playboy Saber had lost that night.
However, Saber didn't care. After all, he wasn't close to Bruce Wayne.
Saber placed his hand on Catherine's head. The little girl's head was lowered, and he felt her body tremble slightly. She was about to fight against the nightmare that had been troubling her for a year. She was only a ten-year-old child, and it was impossible for her not to be afraid.
Fear would crush those who weren't strong enough. Therefore, he thought for a moment, and messed up Catherine's hair with his left hand.
He then whispered, "Child, don't be afraid."
Seiber stretched his shoulders to make himself more comfortable. He pursed his lips and continued, "Fear, fear, it's not as strong as you think. Yes, fear won't give you a chance to breathe. Fear doesn't have compassion, and it won't be fair. However, in order to counterattack accurately, in order to get everything you want, and in order to sacrifice everything you've decided to do, you have to … face it."
It seemed like he was talking to the little girl, but it was more like he was talking to himself. He tilted his head and looked at the little girl.
He whispered into her ear, "When Fatty Jon hit you, why didn't you fight back?"
Catherine looked at him with her big eyes and said timidly, "He was stronger than me.
"He is stronger than me, and he has a gun in his hand."
Saber shrugged. "Yes, he had a gun in his hand, but was that enough to stop you from fighting back?"
The young man, who was acting as a life coach, continued to rub the little girl's hair. He spoke to Catherine earnestly.
"I know what you want to say, but you know what? Little girl, you've been abused all this time because you didn't fight back … "
Catherine wanted to say something, but she was stopped by Saber's finger on her cracked lips.
"Shh, don't argue. Listen to me. When you learn how to fight head-on, when you have the determination to fight back, and a strong will …"
He glanced at the scrawny Catherine and added, "Of course, a strong body. These three things are your real weapons, not the gun in Fatty Jon's hand or the fist that he only uses to attack poor little people like you."
Saber patted her messy head. "Maybe you don't understand yet, but you need to know that Jon is just a weakling! He doesn't deserve your fear, your fear! I'll prove it to you soon, but if you want to protect yourself, you have to start learning now. "
As the train approached the narrow island, Catherine was so nervous that she almost couldn't breathe. Saber looked at her rapid breathing and panicked eyes and shook his head helplessly.
"Okay, okay, little girl, we still have enough time to learn. Let us help you teach that bastard a lesson first. Before he goes to hell, it seems like you won't be able to learn anything."
Click.
With a violent vibration, the train arrived at the station. Two people, one tall and one short, walked out of the carriage with the crowd. Saber looked around and covered his nose with his finger in disgust. He took Catherine's trembling hand and walked out of the station under her guidance.
There was one more sentence that he didn't say. It was something that Catherine still couldn't understand.
"A weapon is only sharp because of the person who wields it!"
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