Apart from Tim Drake, the third Robin, who focused on becoming the world’s greatest detective like Batman, the other Robins all had their distinct paths.
The first Robin, Dick Grayson, with his background in the circus, relied on his agility and acrobatics as his primary strengths.
The second Robin, Jason Todd, was the unfortunate one who was brutally killed with a crowbar. After his resurrection, he beca the hot-tempered mber of the Bat-family.
Then there was Damian Wayne, Batman’s biological son, raised by the League of Assassins. His mother was an assassin, and his grandfather harbored grand plans of destroying Gotham City.
Of course, Charles Xavier didn’t know about the complicated thoughts running through Reid’s mind. Instead, he took Reid’s words as a casual joke and responded with a smile, “It sounds like your kids are full of energy. How about this... Let’s head to my office, and I’ll give you a detailed introduction to everything about the academy.”
“Sure!” Reid agreed.
Along the way, Reid carefully observed everything about the Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. But no matter how closely he looked, the only conclusion he could draw was that everything here seed completely normal.
It was too normal.
This was exactly the kind of situation Reid had been hoping for. If there were no mutants in this world, it ant his future plans wouldn’t have to account for the unpredictable factor of their existence.
Yet, despite this, he couldn't shake off the feeling that sothing was still off, as if there was sothing he hadn’t noticed.
Just then, an elderly lady entered the office, holding two cups of tea.
"Who is this…?" Reid asked.
Upon hearing this, Charles imdiately began to introduce her.
"She is one of the teachers at the academy. She teaches art and is also my friend, Raven."
"Hello, Ms. Raven."
Reid shook hands with Raven and spoke up.
"I can tell that Ms. Raven must have been a beautiful lady when she was younger. It's just a sha that ti waits for no one."
"...."
Raven didn't speak, but Reid could feel her grip on his hand tighten slightly.
"Apologies, ma'am, I shouldn't have said that."
Reid quickly apologized, while also growing more cautious in his mind.
His greeting had indeed been sowhat rude, but if Raven were truly just an old teacher, she wouldn’t have reacted this way. Moreover, he could sense her murderous intent.
Originally, Reid had no idea what murderous intent even was.
But after playing the Joker and committing a lot of murders, Reid had gained so insight into this.
At that mont, Raven had wanted to kill him.
Reid didn’t have proof, but he could still make that judgnt.
She didn’t say a word, and after accepting his apology, Raven turned and left.
Reid considered grabbing her clothes to test whether her outfit was a result of mutant abilities, but ultimately decided against it.
If he did that, it would be too obvious.
"Let's continue, Mr. Reid."
"Alright!"
Turning around, Reid continued to listen to Charles' introduction of the academy.
But inside, he was on high alert.
From his earlier observation, he had confird that there was indeed sothing wrong with the school.
Most likely, mutants existed, but for so unknown reason, they were hiding.
As for Charles in front of him, Reid wasn’t worried at all.
He ca from a higher dinsion, with mories from his previous life. He could accept that the Marvel world was essentially a comic book world, and the people around him were comic characters. However, Charles couldn’t accept that.
If Charles tried to read his mind, he would only go insane because he couldn’t accept the reality.
If anyone in the Marvel universe could remain rational upon learning this truth, it would most likely be Deadpool, that madman.
But aside from Charles, the other mutants were still a significant threat to him. He had to be cautious.
"How was it? Mr. Reid, this is the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters." Charles said as he concluded his introduction and looked at Reid, who had been deep in thought.
"I’ve got a general understanding." Reid responded. Though he had been thinking about other things, he had still paid attention to what Charles had said.
After casually bringing up a few common questions, Reid excused himself, claiming he needed ti to think.
"Alright, I’ll have Jean accompany you out." Charles said.
Reid nodded and left the office with Jean, who had entered just in ti to guide him out.
It wasn’t long after Reid left when a hidden door in Charles' office opened. His old friend, Magneto (Erik Lehnsherr), stepped out.
"So, Charles, what is he really thinking? Do you know?" Erik asked.
Charles shook his head in response.
"I have a feeling that the knowledge in his head is very dangerous, so I didn't read his mories. However, I can confirm that he was indeed testing us." Charles said.
"Then just kill him!" Raven imdiately suggested after Charles spoke. She had returned, having removed her disguise as an old woman, and reverted to her original blue-skinned form.
"This human dares to criticize my appearance. Even if it wasn’t my real form, it’s not his place to say!" She added with a scowl, her anger evident.
Charles simply shook his head in response.
"No, Raven. I've gathered information. This person has so connection with Alfred Pennyworth, the butler from Gotham City. If we kill him, it’s very likely we’ll expose ourselves right now."
Although Charles stopped Raven's actions, it was clear from his words that he wasn’t opposed to killing Reid—his concern was more about the potential consequences and the trouble it might bring, rather than the act of killing itself.
"There aren’t enough of us yet. We need a decisive victory. Only mutants are fit to rule the future of this world."
Erik spoke the final words, and both Charles and Raven nodded in agreent, supporting Eric’s viewpoint.
"Won't it be dangerous if we have Jean escort him?”
Raven suddenly rembered Jean Grey, the mutant girl, who was a promising individual with imnse potential. What if sothing went wrong?
"There’s no need to worry, Raven. Jean’s powers have already reached a certain level of developnt. In the end, he’s just an ordinary human, nothing worth our concern." Erik responded confidently, his tone dismissive. It seed in his eyes, Reid was nothing but a minor inconvenience, incapable of affecting anything.
……
anwhile, Reid and Jean were on their way out of the academy. As they walked, Reid casually plucked the most beautiful rose from the bushes along the road, then turned to look at Jean.
In his excitent, Reid didn’t seem to notice the uneven ground beneath him. He tripped and stumbled toward Jean.
"Ah!!"
With Jean’s cry of pain, the thorns of the rose pricked both of their palms as Reid fell.
Both Reid and Jean bled, and the rose in their hands, now stained with blood, seed to grow even more beautiful.
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