American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Chapter 93 The Joining of Tabitha the Tiger Girl

"You don't want anything to happen to your brother, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Tabitha's humiliated face relaxed.

A hint of self-abandonment and even a little bit of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Ok?

This reaction is off; it's completely different from Bruce's.

Dior frowned.

Moreover, that look in her eyes doesn't seem like she's worried about her brother at all.

It felt more like he wanted me to deal with his brother.

Could it be...?

A guess emerged in my mind.

In fact, the relationship between the brother and sister is not as harmonious as it seems to outsiders.

After a brief moment of thought, Dio transformed the cobra back into hair.

We'll find out the truth by testing the waters.

Why?

Tabitha clutched the fruit knife, quietly slipping it under the blanket, her brow furrowed slightly.

"Now that you've stopped your tricks, aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"If you can do it, then go ahead."

Dio noticed the other person's subtle movements but paid them no heed.

"By the way, Theo Gallup, he must be a very controlling person, right?"

Tabitha's brow furrowed even more, her fists clenched white under the covers, but her face remained impassive:

"No, he was a perfect older brother—strong, enlightened, and incredibly capable."

Did you know that the micro-expressions on a person's face when they lie can be very interesting?

After taking in Tabitha's subtle expressions, Dior continued to probe with a half-smile.

"Tabitha, no, Tabi, may I call you that?"

"No, of course not."

Dior shook his head meaningfully.

This reaction shows that he has hit a nerve.

It is estimated that "Tabbie" was Gallevin's favorite nickname.

Moreover, he particularly liked to use this title after giving orders.

That's really quite a twisted sense of humor.

The spider-sense stinging sensation grew stronger.

Dior calmly summoned the Golden Experience, meeting Tabitha's cold, piercing eyes:

"Tabi, every time Galvin gives an order, you jump around and bring him a dead rabbit, and all he has to do is pat you on the head as a reward."

"They'll tell you that you can't kill this person, and you can't kill that person, forcing you to suppress your true nature. Are you really satisfied?"

You're wrong!

Tabitha laughed, but her eyes were practically spitting fire.

Every word the other person said was like poison, precisely hitting her sore spot.

"Let me guess, he likes to control you, belittle you, and treat you like a tool, right?"

"So, if you died in your hospital bed tonight, do you think he would care?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the stinging sensation from the spider-sense intensified suddenly.

"Honestly, I don't think he'd care!"

"Because I'm going to kill you!"

Tabitha suddenly erupted.

She yanked the blanket off, and the gleaming fruit knife in her hand stabbed straight at him.

Dior smiled, as expected.

The golden experience beside her arrived first and grabbed her wrist tightly.

"Ugh!!"

"This, this is!!"

Tabitha groaned, her pupils shrinking as she stared at the finger marks that had appeared out of nowhere on her wrist!

This fingerprint is like an invisible person following the blond boy.

"Is this all you're relying on?!"

Snapped!

He slapped her across the face.

Tabitha covered her face and glared angrily!

"You..."

The Golden Experience gripped her neck and, with a slight pull, silenced all the profanities escaping her lips.

Damn it, what the hell is this thing?!

Invisible, intangible, yet so fast!

Magic?

Or some other weird stuff!!!

She recalled her experience of being chased on the highway!

And that fleeting glimpse from the high-rise building!

This blond boy is a devil!!

Tabitha clenched her teeth, a hint of fear unconsciously showing in her eyes.

"Your brother is a bastard, a control freak, who treats you like a tool, and you don't buy into the stuff from Saint Dumas!"

"Is my summary correct?"

Dior calmly withdrew his hand, no longer bothering to maintain a fake smile.

Tabitha is so easy to understand.

Her fierce appearance paired with that pretty face was simply too obvious.

He knew that families from such a fanatical organization could never be normal.

The older brother is controlling and cunning; the younger sister is impulsive and straightforward, enjoys sadism, but is overwhelmed by his control.

These two people getting together will not end well.

"Answer me, is my summary correct?"

Upon hearing this, Tabitha seemed to realize that resistance was futile, and her tone tightened:

What do you want?

"Relax, Tabby, I'm not some kind of devil."

"Don't call me Tabby."

Tabitha felt completely overwhelmed—both in terms of presence and strength.

My attacks were like a tickle; the other party simply sat on the hospital bed and easily neutralized everything.

And that chase on the highway that day...

Her breathing became heavy, her heart pounded, and she felt inexplicably nervous.

"Did you see that? You're still nervous."

Dior lowered his head slightly and easily saw the fine sweat on her palms.

"Tabi, she's just being affectionate, showing that she likes you."

Tabitha instinctively shrank back, as if only in this way could she gain a sense of security in the ward.

The blond boy in front of her was like a vampire with fangs—fair skin, bright red lips, and a strange magic that constantly invaded her territory.

But she had no way to solve it!

"Dio, what exactly do you want? Are you here to humiliate me? Or are you trying to get revenge on me?"

A flicker of resistance rekindled in Tabitha's eyes, and she forced out a sentence through gritted teeth.

Dior stepped back, finally ceasing his forceful encroachment on her personal space.

"Cooperation, mutual assistance, collaboration—anything is fine. Which do you prefer?"

"You want me to betray my own brother and give you a job?"

Tabitha was clever and immediately understood Dior's subtext.

This blond boy wants to work for him!

She admitted it was tempting; working for Wayne was better than working for St. Dumas.

"No, I prefer to call us companions."

Dior grinned smugly and placed his hand on her tense shoulder:

"The difference is that I am partner number one, and you are partner number two."

Tabitha doesn't care about anything.

All she cared about was escaping Saint-Dumas's control.

"I'm taking my niece with me."

Tabitha stared into Dio's eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Theo often abused her, trying to mold her into a tool to seduce Bruce Wayne. I can't let that happen."

Trying to seduce Bruce? Why don't you try to seduce me instead?

wrong!

Someone actually tried to seduce Bruce.

Dior chuckled and readily agreed:

"make a deal."

He had no idea that this trip would bring such an unexpected surprise.

They intended to use torture to extract a confession, but unexpectedly gained an inside accomplice.

However, we can't be too confident in the other party yet, after all, this is Gotham City.

"I can tell you the name of the murderer who killed the Wayne couple."

Tabitha knew it was time for her to prove herself, so she decisively threw out her chips.

"Let Bruce find that. You know what I want!"

Upon hearing this, Tabitha remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath:

"I can't tell you the location of the headquarters, but I can tell you some characteristics of the members; you'll have to find it yourself."

"That's also acceptable."

Dio didn't intend to find out the exact location of the Saint Dumas Order directly.

The Angel of Death is still alive; going there would be pointless.

Tabitha continued:

"Most of the members of the cult have many scars and are not afraid of pain."

"If you encounter someone at night who smells of blood and walks with an unusual gait, they are probably one of our people."

"Originally, the son of Gotham was Bruce Wayne, but my brother specifically told the Grand Master to change it to you. You'd better watch out, the Angel of Death will come after you."

"it is good."

Dior's gesture of having the Golden Experience release the other person was suggestive:

"So you know your brother will find out I came to see you, right?"

"It's okay, I'll get away with it," Tabitha said nonchalantly.

"I'll help you, it's okay."

Dio's fist crackled with golden electricity as he slowly approached Tabitha.

"What...what are you going to do!"

A flicker of panic crossed Tabitha's eyes.

"There's no blood, it looks real, doesn't it, Tabby?"

Dio smiled and threw a punch!

"Bear with it, it won't hurt."

Tabitha bit her lip, gripped the sheets tightly, and let out a muffled groan.