Time Miko

"How is Tim?"

Seeing Batman coming out of the treatment room, Dick rushed to meet him and asked anxiously.

"...The chip has been taken out, I will go to the hospital for him tomorrow..."

Batman just left this sentence and turned to leave.

superman taps dick on the shoulder

"Go in and have a look, I'll accompany him..."

Dick carefully pushed open the door of the treatment room, Tim lay quietly on the hospital bed, the weird makeup had been wiped off, only a childish pale face was revealed...

Tim's memory was modified, and the clown implanted his own memory in him, but Dick and the others knew very well that that was definitely not the only thing the clown did.

The clown is the best at searching for loopholes in people's psychology. It's really ironic that the lunatic is the guy who understands human nature best. …

The chip is out, but no one knows what the Joker has done to Tim's brainwashing for the past three months...

Batman... no, it's Bruce, who has arranged for the best mental hospital and the best psychiatric doctor, and is going to take Tim from the watchtower of this state-of-the-art therapeutic device tomorrow. In the name of Lake, he was transferred to that hospital to recuperate slowly.

The damage caused by the clown cannot be healed even by Kryptonian healing techniques......

Looking at the weak person lying on the hospital bed, Dick turned around and ruthlessly tugged at the collar of Jason standing aside, biting his lower lip tightly.

He wished he could rush to Arkham and kill that bastard right away, but he knew he couldn't.

That's what the Joker wants, to drive Batman crazy, and he's willing to kill anyone, including himself, for that purpose.

"Madness is like gravity, sometimes all you do is give it a nudge..."

Jason let Dick tear his clothes wantonly to vent his unwillingness.

Although he was unwilling, he had to admit that the woman in Antana had really seen through everything, or that the woman could say that only after spying on the future development.

"You won't because you're Robin"

The woman's words in that cell that day remained vivid in his memory like a thorn.

Yes, the moment he faced the clown again, he had to admit that the woman was right, he couldn't kill the clown, block Robin's glory, he absolutely couldn't let the clown win, even if the clown's victory was his own death... ..........

Tim was placed in the best psychiatric hospital... certainly not Arkham, with the vast financial resources of the Wayne Group, 24-hour personal care nurses and doctors on call are all within easy reach.

Because the chip was taken out, Tim's memory was messed up, and all this can only be solved with time......

"It's so pitiful. He should be the next successor of the Wayne Group, but he was kidnapped... What a pity..."

When Connor, who came to visit, passed by two nurses, he caught their conversation with super keen hearing.

Walking to the surveillance window of the exclusive ward, Connor looked at the people inside through the transparent glass.

It is not surprising that Tim was fixed on the hospital bed. Sometimes Tim would become very aggressive when his memory was confused. Coupled with his long-term training, several nurses were injured, and the drug containing sedatives The liquid was slowly poured into Tim's body along a transparent tube, and with Connor's vision, he could even see the bubbles slowly draining out of the tube.

In the end, Connor didn't push the door open. Like an ordinary passerby, he continued along the corridor and left the strictly protected ward...

Gotham is overcast tonight, and the thick water vapor in the air seems to make people breathe like they are in water.

A figure appeared out of a window on the third floor of Wayne Manor at an inappropriate time......

Connor has been staring at the window covered by wine-red curtains. He has been here for almost 10 minutes, and he is still not sure if his arrival is right or wrong...but in the end, he slowly approached that window.

A second before his hand touched the window, the window slowly opened as if he had his own consciousness. The night wind blew into the room, and the wine-red curtains were blown to both sides by the wind, and then Connor saw that Facing the woman he was rocking in a rocking chair - Antana.

Antana didn't ask anything, the wind kept blowing the curtains away to keep them from falling over the windows, as if inviting Connor to come in.

Connor swallowed unconsciously, he seemed to have felt similar pressure from somewhere...

"Antana...I need your help!"

Connor slowly landed on the carpet by the window, and slowly walked towards the woman... The closer he was to Antana, the greater the pressure...Connor wondered if his tongue had gone numb, he felt At this moment, I am like a sinner who is being judged... I am about to face the punishment of the highest law of order...

Antana didn't say anything, her half-open eyes were still staring at Connor emotionlessly like a pair of glass beads.

"...I never doubted that Bruce loves Tim. For him, Dick and the others are already his sons in his heart. Clark has nagged in my ears. I don’t show it at all, it’s always misunderstood. I said I was worried about Dick but Dick wouldn’t let him go, so I had to ask Clark for help to visit Bludhaven more. I said I always praised Tim in front of him. How good the technology is, I am always worried that one day Tim will crack the entire bat computer program, saying that he is obviously worried about Jason, but he will only use that commanding tone to suppress him... Haha. ..it's hard to believe, that Bruce, that Batman......"

Connor laughed dryly, then restrained all his smiles and continued:

"Antana, I never doubted that Bruce loves Tim, but he's Bruce, he's Batman, he loves Tim as much as he loves Dick, Jason, Damian...  .....and Gotham, he can't put all his energy and love on Tim, he doesn't have that much energy, he gives Tim the best sound and best recuperation possible Circumstances...however, maybe Tim Drake will come back, but my Red Robin may never come back....Forgive my selfishness, I can't imagine a day in There will be no familiar red shadow around me.”

After Connor finished speaking, he looked up at the woman who seemed to be sitting on a throne.

Antana had already stopped shaking, and those glass marble-like eyes looked directly at Connor's blue eyes. Connor took a deep breath, and continued as if he had made up his mind:

"...I want to take Tim away. I know that with the technology of the Justice League, it is only a matter of time before Tim is found no matter where I take Tim. If you don't want people to find us, then only your power is Antana. ...I'll be back when Tim is well...or dead...help me please Antana"

Connor finally finishes his request, he's not sure if Antana will help him.. but he's taking Tim away from crimes and conspiracies that can never be solved......

Time passed by, the wind stopped blowing at some point, the heavy curtains blocked the light outside, and the room was pitch black...

Finally, when Connor thought his request was rejected, he finally heard the answer in that slow tone:

"it is good"