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Chapitre 211: CHAPTER 208

"Oh… Hey there Red." He said with an half smile on his cheek which was accompanied with an upward nod as he approached us.

"Wait a minute…You know him?" Marie asked, darting her eyes between the approaching Tom and I. "Unfortunately I do." I replied, giving a short wave in response.

"It's good to actually see a familiar face around here."

"I have to say this was the last place I expected to see you." I admitted.

"You didn't mention you school here." He said, standing in front of us as I got glaring eyes staring from all around.

"Yeah, am in my final year."

"That's cool." He responded.

"Hmm hnn." Marie cleared her throat as she gave me a gentle jab with her elbow.

"Huh…This is Marie, my course mate. Marie meet Tom." I introduced.

"Nice to meet you Marie." Tom greeted as they exchanged an handshake. "If I knew this university had such pretty girls, I would have started coming here a long time ago." He teased, flirting with her in such composed demeanor, shamelessly acting like he wasn't dating another close friend of mine.

Having a serious blush from his compliment, she tried composing herself as she spoke. "But you're a student over here now, right?" She asked, leaving me to pray within myself, hoping he's answer was a solid no.

"No, I just came to get something really quick from the administrative office." He said, hinting on to the envelope in his hand while a subtle breath of relief escaped me as I looked up to the heavens, thankful for an answered prayer.

"Well, I have to get going now." Tom said to us, looking at the watch on his wrist.

"It was nice meeting you." Marie said with a smile, her demeanor desperately screaming out for him to ask for her number.

"Bye then, say hi to Rachel for me." I responded, reminding him he was already dating a close friend of mine.

"See you around." He replied, then gave Marie a flirty wink before walking past us.

"Hey!" I said, snapping my fingers to draw Marie's attention back as she seemed to be lost in a day dream while watching Tom walk away.

"You know him right?" She asked.

"Huh… Yeah… " I said, reluctant to reply as we continued walking.

"Tell me he's single." She pleaded with glinting eyes.

"Don't bother, he's taken and I wouldn't want you dating him anyway."

"I don't care if he has a girlfriend. I'm okay being a side piece if it's the only way I get to have him." Her response stopped me on my tracks as I turned her way for a second, surprised by what she had just said.

"I bet you, you do not want to mess with his girlfriend. She's the clingy type and would literally fuck you up if you try taking something dear to her." I warned and we continued to move on.

Taken aback by what I had said, she was quiet for a bit before speaking up. "Well, I bet I could take her. I wouldn't let anything stand between my new crush and I." Marie said, trying to act tough.

"Sure you can't."

"Hey! A little support wouldn't hurt." She cutely pouted.

"You know I only want the best for you. And you're too good for him anyway, I'm sure you would find someone better looking." I tried consoling her as we walked into class for our next lecture, not paying attention to the others as we took our seats.

"I doubt that, there was something about him that makes me feel he's probably one of a kind. But at least I have you." She said as she extended her arms to give me a hug from her seat as our lecturer made his way to the front of the class.

[Damian Wayne's POV]

Deep in the heart of Gotham city, a night club's entrance buzzed with the muffled bass of thumping music, and Damian Wayne seamlessly glided past the imposing bouncer, a clandestine card exchanged as the key to access the elusive backrooms. The dimly lit corridors beckoned, leading him to a private enclave cloaked in secrecy. Seated at the center, a male clad in black leather jacket and a hooded scarf awaited, his silhouette bathed in the ambient glow.

"Move along, kid. That seat's taken," The slightly older kid grunted, downing a shot with an air of indifference. He looked like he was younger than a twenty-five year old but not too young to be addressed as a teenager.

"I'm the one who summoned you here, Jamie," Damian asserted, locking eyes with a gravity that transcended his youth.

Jamie, taken aback, eyed the youthful figure before him. "I expected someone more seasoned, not a kid like you," he retorted between sips.

Damian countered with a steely resolve. "Age doesn't define capability. You carved a name for yourself early; don't undermine me."

Upon hearing this, Jamie took off his hooded scarf from obscuring his face, revealing a guy in his early twenties, brown skinned and with golden blonde hair and piercings on his ears and right by the corner of his right eyebrow.

"Since you at least know about me, why don't we get down to business." Jamie said, signaling for a bottle of tequila to be brought to his table.

"But first, how about a toast. I can see that you aren't just some bratty kid, I can tell by the look in your eyes. Those are the eyes of someone who has taken more lives than they could account for, just like me when I was around your age."

The bottle of tequila was brought and poured into their individual glasses and left on the table. Jamie clicked his glass with that of Damian's then took his shot, Damian drank he's as well.

"So how was a kid like you able to get in contact with me, and why?" Jamie asked, reclining into his chair with both arms behind his head as he calmly placed and crossed both feet upon the table.

"Let's just say I know people who can get me whatever information I seek. Just like how I know you have a very special ability and can make anyone disappear. Also that you command a small group of individuals with special talent and superpowers. That's the exact reason why I chose you for this job." Damian elaborated, not breaking his gaze from Jamie as he spoke.

"Hmm, you're well informed I'd give you that. I don't have all night, I'm quite busy you know. So why don't you stop beating around the bush and tell my what contract you have for my team and I."

"Going right to the chase, my kind of person." Damian remarked, subtly scanning the surrounding incase of prying eyes and ears. "Here's your target." Damian brought a file and handed it over to Jamie who collected it without a word.

"Who's this dude?" Jamie asked, slipping a bit of the document off the tip of the envelop as he peeped upon the picture and details of a white haired kid.

"Everything you need to know about him is in there, personally I want his head but just dispose of him so his body is never discovered." Damian demanded.

"You mentioned my talent is the reason you chose me for this, anything special about him?" Jamie asked as he poured himself another drink.

"He possesses powers I do not understand, but it seems to be based off an advanced version of telekinesis or some sort. A normal mercenary or assassin won't even last thirty seconds up against him." Damian explained to the best of his knowledge .

"He sounds like a really interesting dude. My team was starting to get bored with the recent jobs anyway, I hope he at least entertains me for a while." Jamie remarked.

"Not everyday a well connected kid like you reaches out to the likes of me to help unalive some dude. Any particular reason why you want him dead?" With a raised brow, Jamie inquired.

"That's none of your business, so long as you are getting paid." Damian replied.

"True, but it's got me curious what did a guy do to make you so mad at him. Nevertheless it is indeed none of my business, here's my bill on this little job." Jamie said as he wrote on a napkin, then slide it across the table to Damian.

Observing the digits scrawled on the napkin, Damian's gaze met Jamie's, affirming the unspoken agreement with a subtle yet resolute nod. "Your payment will be in cryptocurrency upon verification of his demise," Damian asserted with calculated precision.

Jamie, nonchalant, quipped, "He better be worth the hunt," his expression veiled in disinterest.

"Just so you know, this target is so formidable that he took down armies of assassins on two different occasions and without breaking a sweat on either." Damian disclosed with a dead serious look in his eyes, his tone laced with gravity. " So I'd say he's worth the hunt, and the money." He added.

Jamie, however, responded with a wild grin, unfazed by the daunting challenge and enticed by the promise of both the hunt and some entertainment. "I guess he would make a good plaything for my subordinates, before they kill him of course."

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Chapitre 212: CHAPTER 209

Working at a lab in the Justice League headquarters, Cyborg swerved through a series of information as he computed a lot of computer codes. As he dived deep into his research, Batman walked in on him.

"What is it you wanted to show me." He asked, scanning through the files that popped up on the computer screen.

"This." Cyborg replied and with a swipe of his hand, an holographic coding mechanism displayed in the middle of the room.

"What are we looking at? An unfinished computer programming?" Batman asked, taking a closer look into the hologram.

"Yeah, something like that." He replied. "I was searching for remnants of the coding Ace used to get the motherbox to comply to our command last time, so I implement them incase we ever have to deal with another one of Darkseid's attacks in the near future. But I only got these."

"This hologram almost looks like puzzle pieces of a computer brain." Batman said, taking a closer look at the hologram.

"Exactly, I assume Ace must have hijacked the motherbox with some programming as complicated as that of an artificial intelligence and this was the only prints left behind, it was done so neatly and with such precision that it barely left any print."

"But it's more than that, isn't it?" Batman asked, slightly squinting his eyes as he looked directly at Cyborg.

"It might just be me but I think it's programming language might have been tainted by that of the Mother Box."

"So what do you intend to do with this?" Batman asked, his voice laced with a serious tone.

"Imagine having a mass network of peace and justice upholding robots with one objective, and that is to maintain the peace and order in human society. They could go into dangerous situations and diffuse the immediate danger before the cops arrives."

"That's basically what we do." Batman replied, upholding his cold demeanor.

"I know but it could lead us to a futuristic world where humans no longer have to sacrifice their lives to save another, a world where the heroes aren't stretched out too thin next time there's a global attack on us."

"That's a good idea but it's too dangerous bring into reality."

"I do not mean to question you but, why?" Cyber asked.

"It's too dangerous to give robots thought patterns identical to humans, ." Batman said, taking a pause as he realized the irony of things before he continued. "They wouldn't have hearts and couldn't possible think like a human, they might take humanity down a path filled with pain and suffering.

"No, I would control the network and direct their actions. They would do according to programming and heed to my every command.

"They lack emotions and would only make logical decisions when it comes down to it, this could lead to the loss of many lives since they lack emotional intelligence." Batman quarried.

"I know, but creating an artificial intelligence using these codes would give it a slight sense of personality and help it process or understand human emotions."

"Shut it down, it's too dangerous. Imagine such network and technology falling into the hands of someone like Brainiac, we can't take that risk." Batman said, dismissing Cyborg on the topic as he walked out of the lab.

"I'm quite aware of the dangers of a backlash, but I guess it's left for me to prove to everyone how much good this project could do if successful." Cyborg muttered, getting to work on using the schematics from the program he traced and try completing it into one of his own.

[Tom Hendricks POV]

*Ding Dong*….

Who the hell could that be this time of the night?" Jason asked, typing on his laptop. "Maybe it's that Selina chick, or maybe today is the day we finally get to meet Tom's girlfriend." Leo replied, putting on a devious smile on his face as he walked to the door.

"Or maybe it's just a delivery boy." Jason sarcastically replied, still typing on his laptop's keys.

Looking at the front door's security camera, he spotted a black haired sexy lady with an appealing presence, standing right at the other side of the door. "You never seem to disappoint me, kid." Leo remarked as it came to he came to the conclusion that the girls around Tom were often hotties.

Opening the front door, he stared at her with no visible expression on his face as he asked. "Who are you and how can I help you."

"Am a friend of Tom's, tell him Talia is here to see him." She replied.

"Talia huh." He muttered as he stared her down and up again. "Come in." He said as he stood by the side, holding the door while he watched her walk in.

Closing the door behind him, they walked into the living room. "Have a seat, I'll go tell him he has a guest." Leo said as he gestured for her to take a seat.

"There's a guest waiting for you at the living room." Gwen's voice broke the silence around Tom who was buried in some work.

Before Tom could ask the identity of his guest a knock came from his room's door which was wide open.

"Hey Tom, there's a chick in the living room looking for you." Leo informed, giving Tom a sly smirk before walking out, not saying anything else as Tom watched him with a cocked brow.

"If it isn't Selina then it's probably Rachel, but Leo would have told me if it was Selina and Rachel would have informed me if she was coming over.

"Gwen, identify my guest." Tom instructed, having his wrist raised close to his upper chest as he spoke into his watch.

"Talia Al Ghul, a.k.a Child of the Demon." Gwen replied, while Tom's expression morphed into a smirk. "I've been wondering when she would show up." He muttered before heading to the living room.

"What is she doing here?" Jason asked Tom while he glared daggers at Talia. "Believe me, I would also like to know." Tom replied as he looked over at Talia, expecting an answer.

"Relax Batboy, am just here for him." Talia said while looking at Tom without the slightest hint of hate or resentment in her eyes as is expected of her.

"I'm surprised you are still home, it's good to take a break every once in a while. Especially from your evening activities, try getting a complete eight hours sleep tonight and maybe it might relax your edgy nerves." He said to Jason who just stared at him for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head before walking away.

"Why don't we talk over a meal, I know a really good restaurant just downtown." Tom suggested, gesturing for Talia to follow him out the door.

"I knew you would come see me at some point, I just wasn't expecting you this soon." He said, opening the passenger door of his car for her to get in before he got in himself.

"Aren't you going to ask my reason for coming to see you?" She asked, looking over at Tom who just shook his head in reply before starting the engine and driving off.

The restaurant we're headed is well known for their varieties of exquisite cuisines which just hits the spot when gulped down with red wine. "I could use some alcohol." She replied.

"We both could, that's why I would be ordering something mouth watering for you." Tom replied as he drove off deep into the city of Gotham. Stopping at a traffic light, Tom looked around the side of the road as he took note of a few things.

The alley ways looked a bit safe, although just the surface as he felt it might be a different case if a civilian was to go further. Since he established himself as a crime lord in the criminal underworld and started a new wave of organized crime, the crime rate dropped exponentially since the crime lords had their goons on a tight leech and won't act carelessly if Ghost didn't give the go ahead, or else they wanted to risk getting caught by Batman.

Leaving only the street crimes done by scumbags who operate in dark corners and indulge in petty crimes by harassing unfortunate people. To Red Hood, the police, and other night crusaders like Batman and Batgirl, these guys were up for the grabs.

"We are here." Tom calmly announced through the semi awkward ride to the restaurant. He hopped out and helped her with the car door.

As they approached the entrance to the restaurant, the tinted glass doors slide open and they were greeted by a receptionist before being led to their seats.

"Allow me." Tom said as he pulled back Talia's chair, having her take her seat before taking his. "Not that I don't appreciate it but there's no need to act like such a gentleman, this isn't a date."

"I don't know, it kinda feels like a date to me." Tom replied, as he went over the menu. Signaling for a waiter, he made orders for their meals then turned to see a slight hint of curiosity on Talia's expression.

"What's up with you all of a sudden?" He casually asked the beauty staring at him without saying anything. "Why didn't you use your powers with the car door and the chair, I don't see the need for the manual labor when you could do them with nothing but just a thought.

"Relying too much on such convenience could almost make you forget the satisfying feeling you get from accomplishing a task, or maybe I just wanted to enjoy the process." He replied, leaving her to digest his words as an appetizer before the actual meal.

"Oh, our food is here." He exclaimed as he watched the meal brought and placed on their table. "Now that the food is here, what was it you wanted to talk about?"

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