[Dc/various British and American/batman/damian] Monkey and Green Eyes

Strong, rebellious and foul language attack ✖️ Tsundere love brain queen suffers His name is Wukong. Number #2473. The lowest level "training supplies" of the Assassin's League. A Chinese orphan who was trafficked to the Middle East lived in the stone and blood of the League of Assassins for five years. Everyone called him "Monkey" because he never accepted his fate - he failed to escape thirty-seven times and was beaten back thirty-seven times, but each time he ran two hundred meters more than the last time. His name is Damian Wayne. Heir to the League of Assassins. Batman's son. Grandson of Ras O Gou. He was eleven years old and had already killed someone. Green eyes held arrogance and loneliness that no one had ever touched. When they first met, he treated him as a punching bag. The first time they fought, he made him bleed - it was the first time anyone dared to hurt him. From that day on, the heir began to come for the supplies every day. Under the moonlight in the corner of the training ground, the two teenagers went from fighting each other to standing side by side, from ridicule to trust, from "you are interesting" to "you are my only friend". Six months. They grew each other's names out of their fists and wounds. Then, Damian did something that the heir to the League of Assassins should never do - He lets him go. Roadmaps, keys, fake identities. Four o'clock in the morning, a gap in the back door shift. Under the moonlight, the eleven-year-old's green eyes turned red for the first time. "Go away. Don't die. Don't forget me." The kiss on the forehead was as light as a feather. But it was so heavy that two people remembered it for five years. Five years later, he was the Monkey King. The youngest official member of the Ten Heroes. Disciple of General Iron Mask. The boy who walked back to Shanghai from Lebanon spent one year crossing the desert and snow-capped mountains, and five years to forge himself into steel. Five years later, he was Robin. Batman's son. The sharpest knife in Gotham's night sky. The green eyes contained the sharpness of a sixteen-year-old, and the one hundred and eighty-two portraits of monkeys in the drawer. Gotham. Rainstorm. Abandoned chemical factory. He turned off his voice changer and took off his mask—— The rain fell between them. The light in the green eyes broke and brightened again. Then a punch. Then came the second punch. Then he grabbed his wrist, pulled it close, and held his face—— "You five fucking years-" "I'm back." A kiss in the rain, with blood and five years of waiting. The night in Gotham was dark, but his lips were hot. He said: "You owe me your whole life." He said: "I know." This is not a heroic story. This is a story about how "consumables" became the "Monkey King", how the heir learned to love, and how two teenagers covered the distance from the League of Assassins to Wayne Manor in six years. Here is the Bat Family's watchfulness and acquiescence: Nightwing's tally book, Red Hood's bet, Batgirl's meaningful smile, Alfred's extra breakfast, and Batman pretending not to see the hands they hold each morning. Here are the watching and waiting of the ten heroes: Tie Mian said "Don't let people wait too long", Ghost Fox said "You are tougher than the two of them combined", a big bag of tonics was stuffed by the miracle doctor, and Master Lei Nian said "This child has light in his eyes". No one surrenders to anyone, and no one gives in to anyone. Hit and kiss at the same time, kiss and hit at the same time. It's like being at the training ground when I was a kid, but this time, no one has to leave. "You know, when you kissed my forehead six years ago, I thought it was goodbye." "What now?" "Now I know that was the beginning." From the League of Assassins to Gotham, from Supplies to Monkey King, from Heir to Robin. A story about waiting and return, about harm and protection, about how two teenagers who didn't believe in fate lived each other's lives as fate. Mission: Never compromise