The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Jason first met a woman, a woman named Christina Bell, wearing a pink shirt and glasses. She was not very strong, but had a moody personality.

  She looked a bit like a clown, but she was not him. Jason knocked Bell down with a sweeping kick as fast as he could, but Bell lay on the ground laughing maniacally.

  The lenses worn on this woman's face were broken, and some were even stuck in her eyeballs, but her bleeding eyes were always staring at a door next to her.

  Jason narrowed his eyes, crossed Bell's arm, and walked towards the door. Before he reached the door, he smelled the strong smell of blood.

  The hand covered with metal gauntlets slowly opened the door.

  Blood, blood all over the room.

  A young man wearing red tights fell in the center of the room, his body surrounded by blood.

  It was Robin, and he had been disemboweled.

  Jason was stunned. He stood there and watched for a long time before rushing forward, while Robin only breathed his last.

  He said nothing, let out a short breath, his eyes were full of pain, and finally lost his voice completely.

  Jason stood up in disbelief and looked at the blood around him, but at this moment, the woman's crazy laughter rang out again.

  "Hahahaha! Poor little bird...what kind of pitiful fantasy have you had again? Do you think Batman has come to save you, or have you run away? You know you haven't!"

  Jason rushed out and grabbed Bell by the collar. Just when he was about to punch Bell in the face, the wound on Bell's eye suddenly began to bleed.

  Certain fragments of memories flashed through Jason's mind.

  "Did you know? As long as the optic nerve is not damaged, the human eyeball can go through a long period of torture before being infected. You will see with your own eyes how weapons of various shapes can penetrate your most vulnerable parts."

  "You can even see how the blood flows out, across the surface of your eyeball, out of your eye socket, and some people can even see how the needle inserted into the eyeball creates a wound in the vitreous body."

  "Next, let's try..."

  Jason let out a painful whimper, then covered his eyeballs. When he opened his eyes again, there was suddenly a black patch in front of his eyes.

  From some strange perspective, he saw a tube-like object blocking his field of vision, but when his eyes focused, he could see nothing.

  Bell fell to the ground, and when Jason looked down again, this woman's eyes were filled with all kinds of needles.

  Jason covered his eyes and backed away, but there was more and more black in his field of vision. Tube-like objects and needle-like flakes were first blood-red one after another, and then completely black.

  He could only feel the blur of light and shadow flowing in front of his eyes, and hear the heavy footsteps surrounding his ears.

  But there should be no one else in this room but him.

  Is it a hallucination?

  Did he really leave the room?

  Jason stumbled forward. Without vision, he could only rely on hearing to judge his position. Then he heard heavier footsteps and an angry roar.

  Strong, very strong, it would have been a close fight, but Jason couldn't see now, so he was knocked straight away.

  Albert King, Jason remembered seeing this name in the Bat Base information. He was a very strong man, and he showed obvious clown-type violent tendencies.

  Suddenly he heard a familiar voice again, it was Nightwing screaming, with broken bones and bloody flesh.

  Jason yelled and rushed over, but he couldn't see anything. When a strong gust of wind hit, he dodged by instinct, seized the opportunity, and punched the attacker on the side of the face.

  Then a surge of rage surged through him, and Jason held down his attacker, punch after punch, breaking one bone, then another.

  But Albert's voice still contained a smile.

  "That's it, recalling what happened to you..."

  Jason fell off Albert's body. He suddenly found that he couldn't use any strength. He tried to use his waist muscles to straighten his body and stood up. When he wanted to use his arms, he only felt it was difficult to use his arms. Metaphorical pain.

  Completely broken bones were embedded in the flesh, and his arm was almost crushed, but it was a blunt force injury, so it was still hanging on his body.

  “People always say that the body is very capable of recovery, but there’s another thing – false recovery.”

  "When flesh and blood want to heal, no matter what foreign objects are in it, the crushed bone fragments will be wrapped in the flesh, and as they heal gradually, they will become countless spikes in the flesh and blood."

  "Without the support of the bone, your arm will no longer have any function, but it will completely heal and become an ugly ornament, a painful instrument of torture."

  Dimly, Jason saw the two arms hanging on both sides of his body, like two weird sarcomas.

  He ran all the way upstairs with the only strength he had, and saw Johnny in a white coat upstairs. He was the last person infected with the clown virus to escape.

  As expected, he heard Batman's muffled groan and the sound of heavy flesh falling, and also smelled the strong smell of blood.

  Jason could no longer hold his body up, and Johnny's voice rang in his ears.

  "The evolution of the human pelvis is amazing, at the expense of the stability of four-legged walking support, but sometimes I can't help but wonder how to reverse this miracle of evolution."

  "This is actually not a difficult task. We only need some steel nails and we can make the structure of the body look more original."

  Jason lowered his head and saw that the skin on his abdomen had been completely cut open, revealing pale and yellowed bones. The pelvis, hip bones, and greater trochanter were nailed together in a weird way. He found that he could control his legs in the original way, but instead of walking upright, he stood on all fours like a beast, and every step forward brought unbearable pain.

  But he still looked for the direction where he could hear the sound and kept moving forward until he came to Batman.

  Until he touched Batman's cold body.

  "Uh……"

  Jason woke up suddenly. He sat up in panic with his hands. He looked around blankly and found that he was still in the prison of the Batcave.

  Staying up late for a long time made his eyes dry, and the previous battle made his arms, waist and legs a little painful.

  A nightmare, Jason thought, just crazy.

  Two seconds after waking up, the details were a bit blurry. He also thought that his physical discomfort might have caused some of the plots in the nightmare, and he didn't know when the damn parasite would be able to complete his work.

  But the voices of those people always echoed in Jason's ears, as if there were some differences, and they all seemed to be blurred into the same voice.

  Jason sat there blankly thinking about those horrifying words and the fear of feeling those tortures.

  Suddenly, a burst of footsteps came from outside the door, and Jason keenly heard the footsteps of Batman mixed in.

  Wait, didn't he send the criminal to the Gotham Police Department?

  Is Batman's departure also part of his dream? When did the dream start? Has Peter ever communicated with himself?
  Anyway, the two of them are coming back to see him again, watching him stay in the cage like a prisoner, like watching an animal in a zoo.

  "...It is indeed a bit difficult, but I have to leave for a while. I hope he can get professional treatment."

  Jason heard it was Batman speaking, and he really didn't expect him to speak for such a long time.

  "I agree with this. We will all cooperate as much as possible. The Bat Family will provide you with all the conditions you need. We just hope he can get better soon."

  Jason heard that it was Nightwing speaking, and he instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, but soon felt a little confused. He always felt that the topic discussed by the people outside the door was related to him.

  "We can't let him go." It was Barbara's voice again. "This is not good, right, Tim?"

  "I don't know." Tim's voice also came, and he said: "But since this doctor can cure Batman, then Jason can also..."

  "I'm very sorry, doctor, but I hope all treatments are within control. He can only be performed in designated rooms. I will monitor the entire process. The Bat Family will not restrict your movements, but they have an obligation to ensure your safety. and the safety of the entire treatment process.”

  "No problem." A strange voice appeared, and Jason hurriedly pricked up his ears to listen. He heard the man say: "Due to the special situation, I will not follow the principle of patient confidentiality for the time being. You can fully understand psychological treatment." Case."

  "But you'd better find us a quieter and more comfortable place to live. No psychiatrist can make people feel happy in prison. During the course of treatment, I will move within limits."

  "No problem...I'll let Nightwing..."

  The voice gradually weakened, and the anger in his heart overwhelmed other emotions. Jason got up from the ground, rushed to the railing, and grabbed the railing with both hands.

  When a group of people walked in, Batman walked over first, looked at Jason's expression and said: "I hired a psychiatrist for you. He has very high professional standards. When I leave here to go to Washington, You have to cooperate with treatment for a while, Jason."

  "What do you mean?! Do you think I'm sick?! I'm not as fragile as you think! Batman! Put away your useless compassion!"

  "Okay...Jason..."

  Jason suddenly looked at Nightwing who was speaking and said, "Here we go again, here we go again, that tone in which all of you are doing my best and only I am making trouble..."

  Nightwing took two helpless steps back and turned to look at Batman, as if waiting for his opinion. Peter persuaded him from an objective perspective: "It will take some time for the symbiote to recover from your physical injuries. During this time, you may often feel weak or have body pain."

  "Anyway, we need to recuperate for a while. Living with a professional doctor is better than living with us, right?"

  Peter shrugged and said: "Then you can only watch us go out freely, and it will be extremely uncomfortable when you think about moving. Isn't it even more unbearable?"

  "I don't think he should leave the Batcave." Barbara emphasized: "Do you expect him to realize it? He will definitely eat cold drinks, fried chicken, three bags of potato chips a day, and run away regardless of his injuries. Go to the gym, we have to watch him..."

  This was a deal breaker for Jason, who was suddenly less opposed to living alone.

  At this time, a figure walked out from behind Batman, which was incompatible with the strangely dressed people in the Batcave.

  This man was wearing a very well-tailored three-piece red-brown striped lapel-collar suit, with a blue pocket square folded into a pattern in his pocket.

  When he walked out of the shadows and came to the cage, Jason saw a pair of slightly distracted gray eyes.

  "Hello, Jason."

  The voice was low and the tone was soft, but the sound was too familiar.

  Jason suddenly recalled something, hurriedly took two steps back, shrank into the depths of the cage, and stared at the figure in disbelief.

  And the low voice came again.

  "I told you you would find me."

  Unexpectedly! The ones in front are dumplings again!