Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce Wayne woke up in the unspeakable heat. He subconsciously wanted to sit up, but he felt, it should be said that he couldn't feel his body at all. His brain was exhausted and painful, and he couldn't even function, which made him flustered for several times. Seconds to remember what happened.

His heart sank.

Bruce remembered the crisp cracking sound of his spine during General Bane's attack, and the pain that almost went deep into the bone marrow, making him wish he could die, but he would rather bear that pain than face the current situation.

He couldn't feel anything, as if his body didn't exist at all.

He seems to be floating in a vacuum jar, everything is closed, invisible, even illusory.

This is not a good thing.

Then he heard laughter, a very soft sound, like a kind of mocking yet full of joy, as if he couldn't hear clearly behind a mask, but it was so familiar that he gritted his teeth.

"Since you are awake, open your eyes. Pretending to be asleep is not a good habit, Mr. Wayne."

With the sound of this sound, his body suddenly became heavy, and he was pushed from illusion to reality. The noisy and chaotic voice was poured into his ears along with the sound of the wind. Bruce opened his eyes, and the pure black beak mask came into view.

The golden glow wrapped Bruce's body and made him hang in the middle of the room. He was covered with scars and exhausted, and his blood was pooled in small pieces on the ground.

Compared with the person standing beside him, he looked even more embarrassed.

"Long time no see, Mr. Wayne." The man wearing the bird's beak mask touched his chest with one hand and bowed gracefully. A black crow descended beside the rose, also folded its wings and bowed its head silently as if saluting.

Although he couldn't see his face, it didn't prevent Bruce from recognizing him at all.

"Doctor." He said, his voice was as dry as sandpaper.

Chris Elf, who brought his adopted son Jason Todd back from hell, is also the doctor who almost overturned the entire underground world of Gotham together with his resurrected adopted son Red Hood.

It was as if a demon lured Jason into the endless abyss, and it seemed as if a god watched him struggle and sink between good and evil.

"Don't look at me like a bad boy who abducted your good girl, Mr. Wayne." Chris raised the golden rose cane in his hand, and the warm and dazzling golden light fell from the rose petals, obediently clinging to her On Bruce's wound, "After all, your poor spine is still in my hand, if my hand shakes, it will be troublesome, won't it?"

His tone is lilting like a flirtatious libertine, but Bruce has heard him laugh and praise how beautiful the sound of broken bones is in this tone.

Bruce knew that this person had taken Jason to blow up ten underground black markets in one night, regarded gunpowder and explosions as carnival rock, and kidnapped the clown from Arkham with Jason on April Fool's Day, and the two sat in the high-rise building. After getting drunk together on the rooftop, Chris laughed and taught Jason how to break the clown's bones one by one and still let him linger, killing the time little by little until Batman arrived in a hurry and tied the clown The rope is thrown down from a dozen floors, singing that life is a bitch and walking away.

But Bruce had to admit how superb Chris's medical skills are. Even though Chris prefers to call his behavior experiments or transformation, he did bring back to life many critically ill patients who were waiting to die in the slums—among them Many diseases of the disease are terminal illnesses that are difficult to solve in medicine at present.

Just like treating his spine now, use a method that science can't explain at all to snatch back the human soul from the god of death.

Even so, Chris is a complete lunatic, and Bruce never doubts his own judgment.

A calm, sober, and occasionally benevolent lunatic.

It was like a time bomb placed next to Jason. Bruce's mood every time he saw Chris appearing next to Jason was the same as when he saw the clown put the bomb next to Jason.

"You shouldn't have come back." Bruce's voice was even colder and deeper, "Get out of Gotham!"

So he made a bet with Chris almost desperately, and the loser would leave Gotham.

"Are you still thinking about how to keep Jason away from me?" Chris tilted his head, pushed the beak mask up and leaned close to Bruce's ear, "while Jason is not here, let me tell you a little secret gone."

His breath hit Bruce's ears hotly, and his hoarse voice with a soft and smiling voice was like a devil whispering in his ear, which made Bruce feel as if there were ants crawling on his back.

"You know what, in order to see you again, in order to crawl out of hell alive, your sweet little Jason sold me his everything, his soul."

"He's mine, and you can never keep him away from me."

Only demons can trade souls. Bruce looked at Chris's face, as if he could smell the pungent sulfur smell from hell.

Chris didn't lie, when he picked up the dying and half-breathed Jason, he didn't have any life-saving suits in his closet, and the only thing he could use was a demon doctor.

Sign the contract, mortgage your soul, and the demon doctor will give you everything you want.

Although Chris doesn't want Jason's soul at all.

Well……

not always.

Seeing Bruce's steel-blue eyes that seemed to be forever burning with chills that would make one's back tingle, remorse and pain welled up little by little, a certain indescribable trembling and joy quietly broke through the pain brought about by the failure of the camp and the war. Depressed and annoyed, Chris couldn't help laughing happily.

Obviously they care about each other, love each other, and regard each other as important family members like their lives, but awkwardly keep silent again and again, and can't express it well. It's not wrong to lose.

He decided to hate Jason twice in the future, and no longer care about the fact that the other party was actually surrendered by Batman's self-confession, which was as rare as the sun coming out of the west.

"Actually, I'm more interested in his body than in his soul." Chris methodically added fuel to the fire, feeling a certain part of his heart bubbling with black mud, "Such a beautiful skeleton, no It would be a shame to make it into an ornament."

Set gems in his joints, set fire in his eyes, engraved patterns in mithril on his bones, and gave him a song through the throat of a siren.

Put him in the reception hall and let all the guests admire his exquisiteness.

——That is to say, of course, Chris's taste is not so bad.

But Bruce was chilled by Chris's description as if reciting a ballad, the kind of cold that came out from the bone marrow.

He must not, must not allow Jason to suffer that fate.

"Do you need my soul to save me?" Bruce asked.

"Of course not." Chris shook his head and said, "Jason made me put into practice a lot of interesting ideas, this time you got his credit, Mr. Wayne."

The suit [Court Physician] he is using now is the camp set used by the Gotham camp and the Red Hood camp. Only when the court physician with superb medical skills stands in the Red Hood camp can he collect two initial versions, and then dye one of the sets with dye. You can get the [Palace Physician-White] that can bring the dead back to life. Compared with the camp set of the Batman camp, the Bat Queen [Night Soul] pales in comparison, especially in Chris's hands. There is also a suit with almost completely overlapping attributes. Under the circumstances, Batman's camp set is even more tasteless.

"Then I'll exchange it." Bruce swallowed the bloody taste in his mouth, "If you must have a soul, trade me for Jason!"

Everything started because of him, the clown did it to Jason because of him, and Jason joined Chris because of him, so he should bear all the sins and rewards instead of letting the innocent Jason paid the price.

Bruce chokes at Chris' sneer. "You really don't have any self-knowledge, Mr. Wayne." The end of his cane passed Bruce's cheek, and his eyes met those eyes full of painful debris, "A dazzling soul like you will make hell The demons in it have gone mad."

"Although I don't mind doing business with demons, they always..." Chris frowned in disgust as if thinking of something unpleasant, "There are more unruly guys."

He remembered the experience of being deceived by some shameless demons when he was a fledgling, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

what?

Are you saying that demons really exist?

In this world where demons dance wildly, everything is normal, okay?

Didn't you see that you can even be a cheat in a dress-up game?

"It's better to keep your soul, Mr. Wayne." Chris sighed with a smile, "When you die, maybe I can still see angels and demons fighting for your belonging."

I just hope that the system won't let him fight faction wars at that time.

It's not that you can't beat it, it's just troublesome.

After all, both demons and angels like to brag about Satan and God for a long time before doing it, which is annoying to death.

He could see that almost despair gradually appeared in Bruce's beautiful steel blue eyes. Chris, who just wanted to vent his mouth addiction and didn't want to be chased by Jason to the ends of the earth, slyly opened his mouth and made a twist: "However—" he drew the end of his voice to let Bruce focus, "If you can find a trade equivalent to Jason, I can return his contract to him."

It happened that he didn't want Jason's soul at all, and Chris wouldn't be able to sleep at night if he attacked the soul of a familiar person.

"But I want to remind you that the value of a soul is very expensive."

"Especially a contradictory and lovely soul like Jason."

……

"Ah--sneeze!!!" Jason, who was squatting outside the door and guarded, sneezed loudly. He couldn't help but zip up his jacket and sniffed.

"Jason, do you have a cold?" Nightwing, Batman's first Robin, Jason's eldest brother Dick Grayson, who was guarding the door anxiously like him, asked with concern, before Jason could open his mouth. He was already rambling on like a cannonball, "I said Jason, you can't live outside, you are not an adult yet, if you live outside by yourself, you will easily get sick if you don't take good care of yourself, and—"

"Shut up!" Jason jumped up before the topic extended infinitely, and he yelled in a low voice. He was concerned about the old butler Alfred next to him, swallowed the unseemly swear words, turned around with his pockets in his pocket, "I'm going out Take a breath, come out and call me."

"...Okay." Dick replied, hesitated and opened his mouth again, looking hesitant to ask something.

Jason glanced at him and sneered: "Don't worry," he pursed his lips uncomfortably before continuing the second sentence awkwardly, "Chris is the best."