Becoming a Phantom Thief from the World of American Comics

"If I remember correctly, you are Dean Suston, the top magic genius in Gotham."

Bruce said to Dean with a smile on his face.

"I wanted to see your performance at the Gotham Theater several times, but every time I was delayed by other things, and when I got the chance, I heard that you no longer performed publicly."

"Yes, I did not perform on stage for two years, because I want to focus on life and study."

Dean nodded.

"I've seen replays of some of your magic performances. It's really amazing to be able to reach such a high level at your age. I even think you can catch up with Zatanna's skills a few years ago."

Bruce chatted with Dean very naturally, and Dean couldn't find any unusual expression on his face, as if he was just a rich man who was very negotiable and had no airs, no different from others, just like the taciturn and serious Batman is even more out of reach.

Dean knew very well that the difference between the man in front of him and ordinary people was not so great.

To be honest, he wasn't even sure if he should talk to Bruce. If he missed any information, he might lose his identity, but it was obviously a bigger problem if he didn't speak.

As the saying goes, the more a person deliberately conceals something, the more likely it will be discovered.

So Dean decided to just be himself normally, instead of thinking carefully about what to say and what not to say in every sentence, just say what comes to mind, as naturally as possible.

Anyway, it is impossible for him to say something wrong, "Hey, Mr. Wayne, I think you look a lot like Batman", or "Do you know, Mr. Wayne, I am actually Kidd the Phantom Thief".

"You are honored, Mr. Wayne, Miss Zatana has perfectly inherited the talent of Master Zatara. I have been fortunate to watch her perform on stage a few times. Her magic attainments are far above mine, even the simplest magic tricks. In the hands of Miss Zatanna it becomes like real magic."

In short, facing Bruce's praise, Dean shook his head self-deprecatingly, and said, "Compared to her, I'm like a beginner who just started practicing magic."

"Humility is a good quality, young man, but excessive modesty is unnecessary."

Bruce chuckled and said.

"Hey! Hey! How long are you going to talk? I thought you were all here to visit me."

At this time, Barbara on the hospital bed suddenly opened her mouth and curled her lips.

"Oh, I suddenly remembered that I forgot an important thing."

Dean slapped his forehead, spread his empty hands, and said angrily, "How can you come to visit with empty hands?"

"It doesn't matter. After all, you only learned about it from the library. I'm already pleasantly surprised to come over and have a look."

Barbara smiled nonchalantly.

"That can't be done."

Dean touched his chin and thought for a while, and then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes! How about some fruit? Barbara, do you like oranges? Strawberries?"

"It's starting again, I know what you want to do, it's magic time, right?"

Dick next to him said with an expression that he had known for a long time.

"I said Dean, if you have prepared the fruit, just take it out, although I don't know where you hide the oranges or strawberries or something."

"Shut up, Dick!"

Barbara said angrily, then looked at Dean with interest.

"Dean, magicians usually prepare corresponding props in advance when performing magic tricks, so... I choose blueberries."

After speaking, the corners of Barbara's mouth rose slightly, looking forward to Dean's next move.

Bruce watched the young people's jokes with a smile without saying a word, and didn't speak, just stood quietly by the side, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cassandra at the back looked at everyone in the ward in bewilderment.

She can't speak, and she doesn't understand the language, and this so-called 'non-language' means that she can't understand the meaning of what others say.

Although she has no hearing impairment, and even her hearing is far stronger than that of ordinary people, Cassandra can't understand any language.

The reason why Cassandra can still communicate with others normally is that she has a technique beyond ordinary people - reading people's body language.

Swinging hands, moving legs, shaking the body, turning the head, opening and closing the mouth, opening and closing the eyes... All actions of the human body will reveal information invisibly, and Cassandra can Read the existence of such information.

As long as a person's body is still moving, Cassandra can read his body language to determine what the other person wants to say or do.

To a certain extent, it can even realize the general prediction of anticipating the enemy.

This kind of bug technology that is almost comparable to superpowers seems perfect, but in fact it also has a lot of flaws, because if the other party does not move, Cassandra cannot read his body language.

Moreover, when reading some strange information, Cassandra will not be able to understand the meaning.

For example, what Dean and others said just now - magic.

Cassandra has never seen a magic show since she was born, and she has never been exposed to magic in her wandering life since she was nine years old.

It might be weird to say that, but she really didn't know what 'magic' was, and she didn't know what Dean was trying to do.

"Blueberry, this is a bit troublesome... But it doesn't matter, magicians are born to do the impossible."

Hearing Barbara's choice, Dean first touched the back of his head in distress, then changed the topic and said confidently.

He walked to the cabinet next to the hospital bed, pushed aside some sundries on it, and then gave instructions to Dick.

"Dick, please get me some airtight handkerchief or muslin."

"Tsk, you really know how to send people."

Dick rolled his eyes.

That being said, he took the initiative to find props for Dean.

A white handkerchief.

"Mr. Wayne."

At this time, Dean called out Bruce's name, and said with a smile: "You said just now that you have always wanted to watch me perform magic tricks live. I am deeply honored by this, so I want to invite you to complete this magic trick with me."

"oh?"

Bruce smiled playfully and reminded Dean: "I forgot to tell you that when I was young, I studied with Master Zatara for a while, and Zatana's talent was not as good as mine at that time, so you just Aren't you afraid that I will expose your magic trick on the spot?"

"Then I have no choice but to ask Mr. Wayne to show his respect and let me go."

Dean shrugged helplessly and said.

Seeing what Dean had said, Bruce came to Dean and asked curiously, "What can I do, Master Saston?"

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