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13. Who said homicidal kids weren't cute?

A.N: Hi.

Jin-Woo frowned as his he put his suit on.

The System had finally responded to him, but like always... it came back with a bombshell of a revelation.

'23%... does that mean the Bats have the potential of becoming Hunters?'

It made sense but it didn't quite fit with the pieces of information he slowly put together using the memory store.

Didn't Hunter's just awaken one day and it was instantly noticeable?

After all a hunter, even the weakest E-rank was still a cut above a regular fit human.

'That means back to the drawing board.'

At least that's what Jin-Woo wanted to think, but truly it made sense.

Even though the Bats were only human, them in a sense represented a human who was a step away from superhuman.

With nothing more then hard work, training, planning, and smarts it lead them down the path that enabled hem into beating superhuman's out commission.

It truly was amazing to think about, all that went into the mantle that every bat held.

Whether they were the Dark Knight himself, or the disaster color scheme that was the Robin costumes.

No seriously... who green lighted that hot mess? 

Every Robin was a walking target...

Letting go of his increasingly philological (and stupid) thoughts, he smoothened the fabric that covered the upper half of his face before letting out a sigh of tiredness.

He then opened the curtain.

Only to be nearly jump scared by a small black haired boy.

 That being the boy wonder himself: Robin.

The saying: 'Speak of the devil, and thy shall appear.' really suited this moment.

Even if Jin-Woo was 65% sure 'thy' was not the correct word grammar-wise.

Then again English was not his first language and he learned from the system... so he could be way off.

 He stayed there, suited up and impatiently staring at Jin-Woo like a specimen in a lab.

"I don't trust you." He bluntly stated.

Jin-Woo raised an eyebrow, causing the bird-themed hero's glare to intensify.

Jin-Woo wondered how Robin could even tell when half his face was mostly covered.

"Just because I'm having courtesy of you doesn't mean I trust you."

"I see...?"

"But you are a competent fighter, so I'll place some hope that you will teach my family how to handle these Gates."

Jin-Woo smiled.

"In that case I promise you and the rest will be in great health by the end of this endeavor."

Robin then cleared his throat.

"In that case I have said my terms, I'll be taking my leave."

The small boy turned a heel and skulked away, shoulders tense.

Jin-Woo felt his mood ease.

'What a cute homicidal child.'

He then walked to the room.

Getting everything ready, he walked into the so-called 'Training Room'.

In reality it looked more like a Gymnastics stadium.