"What do you want to do in the future, Heidi?"
His parents asked this question to Hyde, who had not yet understood the world.
At that time, he was still an unlucky guy who was forcibly autistic because he turned on his mutant ability too early, so that he couldn't see things clearly and could only try to distinguish the blurry pixels.
However, after being specially trained by his parents, he knew how to answer this thing that seemed to be called a dream. After thinking for a while, he looked at the two bright lights and answered like this:
"I want to change the world."
"Sounds like a really good dream. Do you want to build a new world like opening up a new continent? It seems like your eyes suddenly become brighter and brighter, Heidi."
After hearing this answer, Sally's mother still hugged Hyde and kissed him as encouragingly as every time, as if she recognized every word he said.
It's sincere.
"Dad is looking forward to the day when little Heidi does it. At that time, can dad let our little genius bring dad into the new world?"
And Sally's father responded to Sally's mother, and he was also very sincere, sincerely deceiving the child that he had a great dream and that he could realize it.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't notice.
"I hate Dad."
But Hyde, who felt that he understood something, blinked, and just stretched out his hand towards another group of softer light, buried his face, and received an embrace filled with the aroma of pastry.
"Eh? Heidi, little Heidi, why do you hate daddy?"
Dad, who didn't expect to get this answer at all, was a little surprised, confused and panicked. He began to ask Sally's mother for help.
"It's okay to hate dad. Mom's little Heidi has the right to hate anyone she doesn't like."
But mom just smiled slyly, hugged little Hyde, kissed her cheek, and gave Surrey's dad a heavy blow...
"Wait? Sally..."
"Because daddy is stupid."
"Daddy is very smart, little Heidi. If you don't believe me, daddy can help you build a castle."
"Dad is stupid!"
"Little Heidi!?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
…
And now.
"What do you want to do next, Hyde?"
Timothy Drake was leaning against the wall, half covered in blood, but with eyes burning with fire, he turned around and asked him the same question.
They had just experienced an escape that cost their lives and sacrificed everything.
A stab in the back from the most trusted person caught everyone off guard.
Robin, the predecessor who was most like a detective, blocked several shots for him when he ran with him towards the escape route that was prepared without telling everyone, and half of the knife hilt was left on his body.
"Me?"
Hyde just calmly replied with a confused question.
He was also in a miserable state, with half of his hair faded and half golden and half black scattered around his forehead, ears and neck. This heroic gentleman should have been pushed to the only path of hope.
But he didn't know which information flow in his mind disrupted the main body, and he actually ran back to pick him up and run away. As a result, his two main "legs" were severely damaged, and the tendons of his left hand were almost severed when he tried to fend off the knife that was stabbed at him.
Now only one right hand is left, which can barely pick up his comrade and continue running away.
At this moment, he tried to regain his composure, although he felt that if he had the strength to ask this question, it would be better to slow down for a while.
But he still relieved himself and lay flat on the ground, thought about it, and gave this answer:
"Get off work early."
Drag this world full of lunatics and lunatics to finish with me and get off work.
Purpose: to overcome the hardships and setbacks of life.
