[Comprehensive British and American] Mr. Wayne's daily life of social animals

The sky is yellow, the earth is red, and the snow-white tombstone stands on the earth like a lush jungle.

I leaned over to read the words on the tombstone, Bruce Wayne's parents were murdered, Richard Grayson's parents were murdered, Jason Todd's mother was murdered, I trembled toward the latest, set On the front tombstone, Batman and Dick are putting the coffin into the pit, and behind the man in the wheelchair with the ventilator is Alfred...

The tombstone reads - Janet Drake, murdered.

I ran forward, trying to stop the coffin that was sinking into the ground, but I couldn't.

The coffin sank into the ground, and I finally came to the tombstone.

"Do not----!"

When I woke up, Bruce was by my side.

"Tim?"

I sat up, cold sweat running down my brow, the dizziness still surrounding me, I took a deep breath.

"Are you okay Tim?"

"...I just had a dream."

"I think it must be a nightmare," Bruce looked at the child pitifully, expressing his sympathy for it, and Bruce in his nightgown sat on Tim's bedside and asked softly, "Do you need to say it?"

"...No, no need."

"It's not something I can't handle, I'm fine."

Bruce was silent for a while when he heard the words, Tim's calmness was a bit beyond his expectation-maybe Batman really has some curse, Batman and his three Robins all lost their mothers in childhood.

Batman got up and opened the curtains, still warm, some glaring sunlight poured into the dark room, he said: "Then you'd better get up, what is today—"

"Funeral," I replied.

Bruce had his affairs to attend to first - who knew, there was always so much going on in Gotham.

I was picking out suits in my closet, and I stopped touching my fingers when I touched the black dress mailed from Europe that I had never worn.

This is a dress my mother sent me for my 13th birthday three months ago.

I thought a lot, and thought nothing of it, and took off the dress.

There is still a faint scent of roses on the clothes, just like the scent on Janet, this scent once brought great stability to me when I was young, but now the faint but ubiquitous scent But it seems to be reminding me every moment, what have I lost?

Putting on a suit is like putting on armor. I look like myself in the mirror. The boy's face is a little tired, but his eyes are amazingly bright.

I was back in the Batcave before I waited for Bruce to finish his masked mission before heading to the funeral in the afternoon.

Somewhere prominently in the Batcave, a tattered Robin uniform sits in a glass case.

I stood in front of the glass cabinet, looking at the "a good soldier" on the bronze medal, and stood there for a long time.

"Jason, my mother is dead." I walked closer to the glass case, the red shirt was still stained with blood, and I remembered the story Bruce told me about Jason that night, he was a good soldier, a man who could A good man who insists on his own justice and kindness.

Anger, sadness, fear, and all kinds of negative emotions rushed towards me. This Robin dress is like a warning, but also like a wordless comfort.

I slowly squatted in front of the window, as if I felt the yellow cloak that Jason put on me, I whispered to Jason:

"My mother died."

After a while of silence, I added.

"My father is also paralyzed and he will never be able to live without a wheelchair."

I seem to see the 13-year-old boy in the Robin uniform, he is a little shorter than me, come to me, open those blue eyes and ask: Are you okay?Jason.

"I feel that anger overwhelms me, and I hate him!" The intricate reasons behind the case did not stop me from investigating, and the murderer clearly pointed to Maroni's gang, which was blocked by Drake's business. , but far more than that, there must be someone else behind the exquisite design.

You calm down.Jason whispered in my ear.

"I thought I was wearing these Robin uniforms because..." I reached out and took the hand that was offered to me in the void.

"Maybe there is still anger. They put on masks to hide their names and come into the dark. Maybe there is still anger."

"Turn out your anger on the darkness."

"Burn everything to fill the heart corroded by darkness."

Yes, you will be angry.

Jason leaves.

I felt the wider black bat cape wrapping me, and Batman appeared beside me.

I just realized I was shaking.

"Bruce?"

The tall man was wearing a black suit today, and I turned my head to look at him blankly, trembling even more.

Just 8 years ago, on that rainy day in the cemetery, Bruce wore this dress and buried Dick Grayson and his wife with a solemn expression.

I reached out and thumped the glass case hard.

Bruce put his hands on my shoulders: "It's complicated."

"I see."

"The kidnapper has been sent to prison, where he will spend the rest of his life."

"I know."

Bruce looked at the boy who bowed his head and said, "I know you're angry."

"you know."

"But Tim, you don't suppress your anger, accept him."

I stopped shaking, and Bruce gave a hard smile.

"I made peace with my anger and became friends."

"I thought you would persuade me to let go."

"How can anyone let go?"

How could anyone put down that gunshot in the alley, that pearl that fell to the ground, that 8-year-old boy who lost his childhood.

Bruce grabbed the boy's shoulders, wrapped the bat cape tighter, and led him out of the bat cave.

"The reason I did all of this was because of a rage inside me that would never go out. I was trying to beat him, control him, be beaten by him, be controlled by him. I ended up being friends with him and being angry all the time."

"... How long have you been using it?"

"A long time," Bruce said. "It's a tough practice."

Bruce went to help me arrange everything for the funeral, and I got into another car and drove to Gotham General Center Hospital.

Jack was asleep in the ward.

Jack Drake was an ordinary man, an ordinary husband, and an ordinary father.He was born well, owned considerable property, married a beautiful wife, and gave birth to a clever son.Although he is a capitalist, he also has a kind heart. Although he is not at home all the year round, he will not forget to give me the special products he got from archaeology on time on his son's birthday.

Jack lay in bed, paralyzed so far that he had only recovered enough to move his eyes.

"dad?"

I reached out and put my hands on Jack's hands. The man's strong hands in my eyes are now covered with gauze, and I seem to be able to see the broken metacarpal bones through the gauze.

"Tim...Tim."

I put my ear to my father's mouth and listened to his words.

"I want to go to... Jane..."

A blond woman came in, and he was holding a bucket of water ready to be replaced.

"Is that Mr. Drake Jr.?" the nurse asked me.

I glanced at her other name tag—Dana Winster.

"Yes."

The nurse smiled, and the gentle woman sat by the bed and gently helped my father move his hand: "Your father can't go out yet."

"Jane...Jane..." Jack was obviously a little anxious when he heard this, he opened his mouth and called his mother's name.

I felt that my dry eye sockets were terribly hot at this moment, and I reached out and held my father's other hand that was still intact.

"Dad, Daddy."

Neither of us spoke anymore, and eventually Jack turned his head, and all I could see was clear tears dripping down his chin and onto the sheets.

"Tim?"

A male voice sounded in the quiet ward.

It was a young man in a black suit with black hair and beautiful blue eyes. His handsome face looked at me with a normal expression: "I'll pick you up."

I finally shook my father's hand and said softly, "I've grown up, Dad."

Follow Dick out of here.

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Janet Drake - Jake's loving wife and Timothy's mother.

Her tombstone stands in the Gotham cemetery, the priest is reading the speech, and the coffin is still on the ground.

Dick Grayson looked at the brand-new tombstone, which was drowned by flowers, and Mrs. Drake in the photo on the tombstone still had a gentle smile.

It's like that goddamn wheel of fortune, one day someone suddenly draws a stroke on a whim, and tragedy is born.

At this moment, his new younger brother, Timothy, stood alone in front of the coffin, listening to the prayer with a blank expression.

He looked small and pitiful in the crowd, panicking like a bereaved dog, just like himself 8 years ago, or just like Bruce 20 years ago.

Dick still remembered Tim from before. He played online games with this kid in the Batcave, and the boy smiled brightly when he won the mvp.

Tim's happiness before was a bit too dazzling, but at this moment the sun was covered by clouds.

The priest finally finished his prayer, and everyone lowered the coffin into the pit together. Dick saw Tim throw a fiery red rose on the coffin. .

After all, Drake is a surname with some weight in Gotham, and the elders, male or female, came to shake hands with the young master of the Drake family to comfort him.

Tim accepted everything with a calm expression.

A mask was put on his face, a mask that was more solid than a bat helmet, firmly covering all his emotions.

Just like Bruce.

When the crowd dispersed, Dick stepped forward and hugged his junior Robin tightly, trying to pass on his warmth to him.

"I can't thank you enough for coming to this funeral in the midst of your busy schedule, Dick."

"That's what I can do, Tim, and whatever help you need, I can..."

"Thanks, but I can handle it."

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I calmly dealt with the other people who were closer to my mother, and the last few people shook hands and talked.

After walking a few steps with them and sending them away, I saw the tombstone seven or eight tombstones away.

Jason Todd.

I closed my eyes, opened them, and there was an nameless flame burning fiercely.

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"Tim's a good boy," Dick said to Bruce.

"Yes."

"You know what's next..."

"He's going to want to put on a uniform."

"You'll let him wear it, won't you?"

"...No, never."

The author has something to say:

There is reference to Batman Vol. 455.

A good soldier from Superman Can't Fly.

There must be a reason for becoming a hero. Tim seems to be very mature, but this is just an appearance. To truly become "Robin the most like Batman", he still has experience and growth.

Learning to befriend your anger is part of maturity.

The young Taita's role is waiting, and Tim has to level up-what will happen on the way?

Love you guys.