novelraw Chapter 152 Heartbeat
Chapter 152 Heartbeat
Harry looked at his strange self in the mirror——
Her hair color has changed back to its original black and the scar on her forehead is gone.
In fact, she had just noticed while changing clothes that all the bruises, large and small, from years of training and short Robin days were gone.
These should all be the effects of the water in Lazarus' pool.
At this time, she was sitting in a quaint Middle Eastern-style room. The whole room was clean and bright. Four tall pillars were scattered in the four corners of the room, and the top and bottom were decorated with green and complicated patterns.She was wearing a purple jacket similar to Thalia's and a long skirt trimmed with gold florals.
A large bed that made her nervous was at the other end of the room.
As soon as she changed her clothes, several assassins wearing masks and dressed in black strode in and waved away the two maids.Two of the assassins used brute force to push Harry down on the table, and the others forcibly locked the ability restraint rings on her neck and wrists. The series of actions were done quickly and smoothly, and Harry didn't even have time to resist.
These bracelets and chokers were covered with intricately drawn magical runes that nullified all her ironic spells.
Even if she was given a wand now, she probably wouldn't be able to use it.
The maids brought tea and food, but Harry didn't take a second look.
As soon as she woke up from the pool, so many things happened one after another. At this moment, Harley has just calmed down, and has not had time to accept the fact that she has been resurrected...
She caressed her chest under the purple tight top, where a strong heart was beating. Everything that happened in the cemetery was as blurred as in her previous life—in fact, after peeking at the Arab in the room just now, After reading the newspaper, Harry realized that only 6 days had passed.
She raised her hand and looked at it silently—the process of killing those clones just now absorbed almost all her anger and violence. Maybe this is Thalia's purpose, to calm her down quickly?
Whether or not she really underwent some horrible changes after being resurrected because of the pool water...Harry is still unclear.
But those clones, even if they were failed and mutilated, were all Damian’s brothers after all—she remembered that Damian had released a batch of innocent clones to an uninhabited island, hoping that they could Live on your own.
So, does he blame himself for doing something to these clones?
Thinking of Damian... Harry vaguely remembered the last words he had said to himself.
This made her heart warm, and her eyes began to heat up. Even in this desperate situation, she was no longer so afraid.
I don't know where he is now, I hope he didn't go to Voldemort, or Dumbledore desperately, she doesn't worry about him.
He must find himself, he always finds himself.
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"I think I know whose masterpiece this is." Damian next to the grave said slowly to Todd next to him after a few seconds of silence.
"I guessed it too," Jason nodded, "The question now is what purpose does she have..."
The two looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to speak out their tacit thoughts for a moment.
"Talia broke up with Bruce after you died, so it's unlikely she did it to get him back... that's part of why she stole me back then." *Jason was almost talking to himself language.
"No, Mother may have a... grander plan," Damian said coldly, "She always has."
"Grand plan... isn't she that perverted?" Jason thought for a moment, pinched the center of his brows, his expression was very sad, and his anger was about to be uncontrollable, "It's one thing to see Bruce's genes, but Harry's... just..."
"And Harley is a girl, she took Harley away...does she want her to have a baby?!"
"You won't use your grandpa's... right! Evil! I'm going to take the League of Assassins!" Jason dropped the shovel in his hand.
"Shut up, Todd!" Damian yelled too, no one cared about invisibility now, "You're making noise, I'm thinking!"
Thinking about it, Damian also threw the shovel, "I'm going to the League of Assassins to find my mother, and I can't miss a minute. You stay here, fill in Harley's grave, and tell my father when he comes back."
"Now? Departing in the middle of the night?" Jason raised his eyebrows. "I like your decisiveness. I want to go with you."
"One, you have no reason to be there - it's a politically contested area right now, and the Justice League has an agreement with the UN that no one is allowed in or out, especially superheroes and vigilantes from America."*
"Second," Damian gritted his teeth, and swore that what he said next was just to distract Todd, hoping that Harry would not hit him when he came back, "What if she also likes your genes? You know she always You all see it differently..."
"What if she really intends to combine you with Harley to create a team of magic guards for the League of Assassins?"
Jason almost went crazy because of Damian's words, "No! She's my sister! You're crazy Damian!"
"But... I know you just said that to keep me from going..." Jason paused, "But I agree with your first reason, political disputes will be more difficult. I will be with Bruce when the time comes The periphery will meet you."
"It's just... Now that I think about it, Talia is most likely to be interested in your genes, but you are her own son..."
"Then it doesn't make much difference whether I go or not. Anyway, my mother has... No, no!" Damian was shocked on the spot by the possibility he had accidentally thought of.
There must be a clone of him in the mother's hand... Based on what he knows about his mother...
Todd had already looked over suspiciously, Damian forced himself to be calm, and it wouldn't help any more crazy Todd at this time.
"Harry's not an adult yet! I'm not as crazy as my mother!" he said guiltily.
"So, if Harley becomes an adult..." Jason's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"It's just an expression, an emphasis!" Damian felt a little blushing, "It doesn't mean that there is anything between me and Harry..."
"Stop talking, time is running out." He waved his hand, rejected any questions from Todd, and walked quickly towards the direction of the Batcave. He was in a hurry to find Harley!No time for small talk with Todd!
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Bruce, who is on the night watch, is not in the mood today.Even Gordon, who was next to the bat light on the top floor of the police station just now, noticed something was wrong with him.
"You're especially gloomy today, Batman. In a bad mood?"
Bruce just snorted lightly.
He had a daughter dead, and being able to go out to watch the night had exhausted all his sense of responsibility.
It was different from Damian's reaction when he died. In his extreme anger, he covered the top floor of the Gotham Police Station with criminals, large and small, who had been maimed overnight.
But tonight, he was in a trance, feeling that he had lost all his strength, and just wanted to sit on the gargoyle in a daze, licking his wounds in a corner where all his family members couldn't notice.
Clark's voice rang through the communicator, and Bruce was too lazy to answer, let alone hang up.
"Bruce...are you there? I just..." Clark rarely had such moments of self-doubt, "I seemed to hear Harry's heartbeat just now."
Bruce's breathing stopped for a moment.
"How high is the probability of your super hearing hearing hallucinations due to emotional fluctuations?"
"Never before...Bruce, give me some confidence."
"What about now? Can you still hear it?" Bruce tried his best to control his volume, calm down, and don't raise groundless hopes.
"It was only a few minutes, and it was beating violently, and there were a few times that were almost life-threatening," Clark said, "and then disappeared without a trace. I have flown around the earth a few times. .No more found."
"Where was the location when you first heard it?" Bruce had already started texting Dick and Barbara, and he was ending the night watch, letting Nightwing and Batgirl replace him.
Clark's voice hesitated even more——
"In...Arabian Peninsula."
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"I have already killed two maids, as long as you don't eat or drink, I will continue to kill."
Talia stood by the bed, looking coldly at the pale girl with chapped lips leaning against the head of the bed.
"That's your freedom, they are your maids." Harley said weakly, supporting her raised head high,
She didn't want to be so indifferent at first, and the screams of those maids are still in her ears. This is the sin she will bear for the rest of her life in the future, but... If she complies with Thalia's arrangement, a magical heir to the Assassin League will to be born,
If this child can really have Uncle Bruce's strategy, Damian's kung fu, plus magic, and has been instilled with hostility towards the whole world by the League of Assassins since childhood...then definitely more than two maids will die under her hands .
She might create a... dark wizard and assassin ten times more terrifying than Voldemort.
All the lives that will be collected by the League of Assassins in the future will be counted on her head.She will be the sinner of all mankind.
She has to keep fighting.
"Harriet Potter," Talia put the knife to her neck, her bracelets jingling, "you can't threaten me—even if you die of thirst and starvation, I can kill you again. Throw it into the pool and resurrect."
Harry froze for a moment, "Whatever you want."
Resurrection is equivalent to a restart. It is impossible for her to ovulate every time she is revived. The few days in between are enough for her to commit suicide again.
Even if she has to spend the rest of her life being resurrected and dying—like Sisyphus, as long as it can delay Thalia's plan, she is willing.
"I know what your plan is," Thalia sneered, "but you forgot to take into account the negative effects that Lazarus Pool will have on you—think about the uncontrollable bloodthirst when you just woke up/ Hope. After a few times, you will be as crazy as my father. At that time, your mind will naturally change, and you will even take the initiative to ask to become a member of the League of Assassins and become our vanguard in conquering the world."
She put the blade of the long knife on the back of the maid's neck with her backhand, and pointed to the tray in the maid's hand, "Drink this bottle of nutrient solution, otherwise, I will chop her up."
"Please..." the maid sobbed softly, and Harry saw the fear and pleading in her eyes,
It seems that... my own struggle was ineffective in the end, and there was no need to sacrifice more lives.
Harry could only give up, she nodded.
The maid almost fell to her knees, she smiled gratefully at Harry, and tremblingly picked up the glass from the tray.
Thalia turned around and told the other two maids at the door, "After she finishes drinking, take her to the nursery and let the doctor check her ovaries and see if there are any dominant follicles. If necessary, you can give her a shot." Ovulation needle."
Harry called into her straight back, "Is everyone, including Damian, a tool in your eyes?"
Talia only left a side profile for Harry, and Harry saw the chuckle on her lips, "Even I am a tool."