The message was from Dick.
A few days earlier, the boy had accepted Talia's invitation to join the League of Assassins. He sent Qin Wei messages every day to let him know he was safe.
"Training was exhausting today. The blisters on my hands and feet have all broken. Ms. Talia taught me a lot more, and I feel like I learned a great deal.
In another year, maybe less, I might be able to catch up with you."
"Keep it up. You're doing great. Do you regret your decision?"
Qin Wei typed a sentence, then quickly deleted it. He bit his nails and thought for a moment before rewriting the message.
"I never regret it. No more children should have to suffer what I went through. Tony taught me one thing: only the blood of the guilty can wash away Gotham's filth and corruption."
"If you've made up your mind about your path, keep following it. By the way, who's Tony?"
"Mr. Will, have you forgotten? He's the murderer who shot my parents and older brother not long ago."
Qin Wei glossed over the subject with a vague reply. His conversation with Dick had done nothing to clear his thoughts; instead, the fog only thickened-hadn't Baron been the one who killed the Flying Graysons?
Apparently, not only had the timeline changed, but many details of events had changed as well.
At that thought, he immediately placed a video call to Oswald.
When that familiar face appeared on the screen, Qin Wei let out a long breath.
"Hey, you bastard, you finally thought to call me first!" Oswald pressed his face close to the screen, as though he wanted to leap through the front-facing camera and land in front of Qin Wei.
"Oz, it's so fucking wonderful to see that