I made my fortune 108 times by breaking up with Wayne

As the motorcycle whined by the streets, Misty sniffed the salty and humid weather unique to Gotham, an island city, and asked, "Where are we going? A newly rented apartment or a hotel?"

In the next second, he answered himself again: "The hotel. The apartment was known by Batman's ex-lover. Didn't he run into the trap when he went back?"

When they ran away from home, they lived in a hotel. After discussion, they decided to rent a small apartment that allowed monthly payment, so that they could go to work as vigilantes at night. As a result, on the night they moved in, they bumped into Thalia...

"What bad luck!" The girl pulled out a rope with a grapple hook from the back seat, and threw it vigorously at the trash can on the side of the street. The motorcycle sped along, and the trash can behind it made a harsh noise of scraping floor tiles.

Hearing the ping-pong-pong sound behind her, the unscrupulous girl laughed like a silver bell——she was happy again.

"Why don't you go to my house." Jason said suddenly.

"your home?"

"Well, I didn't have a home before I was adopted by Bruce. It belonged to my parents and my apartment. Although it was rented."

It was a near-abandoned apartment in Crime Lane. Jason lived in it when he didn't meet Batman. His parents paid the rent annually, which allowed him to have a short-term shelter after becoming an orphan.

"Of course, I lived by pretending that no one was home. After my parents died, those agencies wanted to find me a foster family. I didn't want someone to replace my parents..."

Misty nodded, "So you pretend you're missing."

Jason picked up the grapple rope, which was actually used to tie cargo and was not very strong, and used his superb skills to climb in through the window.

Thankfully, no other tenants appeared in the house.

The dust in the room rushed towards him, Jason coughed a few times, and fanned the wind vigorously with his palm in front of his nose.He whispered nostalgicly: "Hello, table. Hello, bed." After greeting his old friends one by one, he opened the door from the inside and welcomed Misty in, "Welcome to my home."

Of course, nothing but furniture.

Jason brushed the dust off the sofa casually, barely making room for the two of them to sit, "I'll contact the landlord to rent a house tomorrow, and we'll clean the apartment so it's livable."

He looked at Misty's stiff waist, and changed his words: "I'll clean it up, you lie down. Don't increase the burden on your muscles and affect our night patrol."

The girl immediately lay down flat in the two-seater space, blinking her eyes: "Lie down!"

"...You're really welcome." Jason poked at her sore spot on purpose, and Misty yelled again.

In fact, her lumbar muscle strain is not so exaggerated, but her waist is indeed like a piece of frozen meat. There is no problem walking, but it only hurts when she needs to bend over or sit down.You can get poked too.

Suddenly a voice came from the door: "Who is inside!"

It was a female voice that Dao didn't know, and the voice seemed to be middle-aged.Jason remembered that the landlord was a man, but if it was a thief, he shouldn't have asked if he was in his right mind.

Could it be a friend of his parents?

Jason turned his head, "Help me remove the disguise."

During the process of removing the disguise, the outside was unrelenting: "I warn you, if you are a thief or a homeless man, ha, then you should think about whether I am familiar with the alarm call. Don't think that if the owner of the house is not here, you will You can sneak in."

They even heard the sound of guns being loaded,

Misty pretended to remove her disguise, but actually put her makeup away in the closet—in less than half an hour, there would be no such operation as a sudden face change that would scare Jason into a heart attack.

Jason opened the door in his true self, dragging the grappling line behind his back.

He thought: In case the people outside have evil intentions, I can use it to wrap the neck of the other party, like a calf.

However, after the door opened, the other party saw his face: "Jason? You are Jason, right!"

Jason was surprised: "Ms. Walker?" He didn't let the door open, "Mom said you were her friend."

The two chatted a few words about Jason's current situation at the door. The friend from the deceased mother was very happy: "After your parents left, I couldn't find you, so I thought something happened to you. I will come back here one day and leave something for you, do you want to come to my house to get it?"

"Thank you very much, Ms. Walker!"

Jason, who went out and came back, carried a very large cardboard box into the house.He looked up and found that Misty was holding what looked like a document and was perusing it.

"Michelle?"

She turned her head, held up the document towards him, and said loudly, "Jason, come quickly! This is what Bruce left for you."

It's a title deed, and the bearer's name is Jason Peter Todd.

And a message from Bruce.

"Jason," he wrote on the paper, "I don't know when you'll see it, but I'm sure you'll be back at your home, you're a very affectionate boy. Forgive me for not telling you directly The house thing, I want to make it a surprise for you, comes from a naive idea of ​​being a dad.

— Love you, Bruce Wayne. "

Misty turned her head, pretending not to notice Jason's red eyes.

After a few minutes, Misty seemingly inadvertently mentioned: "Tomorrow seems to be Monday, are your schoolbag and homework at home?"

Jason: "...um."

Misty: "Go back and get it?"

The boy seemed to be entering a period of voice change, and his voice was a little rough: "Okay."

If you go back, you won't leave.

"Look at the contents of the box first." He opened the slightly damp cardboard box. Misty was about to leave consciously to make a secret space for Jason, but he stopped him: "Wow, Michelle, my family Leaving me an acre of land in Virginia." The young boy was willing to share his past with his Peter Pan.

Misty quips: "You can live by renting it out, Mr. Jason for five cents a week."

"Good idea. First of all, I'm going to find out how to restore the land insurance policy when it expires." Jason said while searching for other memories.

"My term report card!"

Misty leaned over: "A's in all subjects!"

Jason shrugged, "The learning content in elementary school is not difficult."

Misty counted, "Why did you only reach the fifth grade?"

Jason: "...my father died that year, and my mother died earlier. I don't want to be adopted, I pretend to be missing, and I definitely can't go to school."

OKdrop out.

The girl tilted her head: "Most parents want their children to learn well. They must be very happy to see you returning to school now with all excellent grades."

She complained: "For example, my mother, obviously we don't necessarily have the money to go to college, she insisted that I was not allowed to start lower than others, and pressed me to do my homework every day."

Michelle didn't say anything like mourning, which really made Jason relax a lot. "Ah, yes, when my mother was sick, she insisted on paying attention to my report card. How dare I fail the exam."

Misty glanced at the box casually, "Hey, that's... your birth certificate? Your parents actually kept it. It's a pity that your mother's name was smudged, leaving only the initial 'S'... ..."

The term report card in Jason's hand was scattered, "What did you say? The first letter is 'S'? Are you sure it's 'S'?!"

Misty vaguely guessed what he was thinking, "It's 'S'. Your mother's name is..."

"Katherine (Katherine)." Jason squeezed the birth certificate with shaking hands and held it up in front of his eyes, his expression only blank: "So, mother is not my mother?"

Jason doesn't deny Catherine's love for him, but young people always have an inexplicable obsession with their biological mother.

"Maybe she's still alive!" the boy was excited, "Quick, Michelle, help me find it, maybe my father will leave some clues!"

They rummaged through the box and found an address book as they wished. Although there were three people starting with "S" in it, and even the addresses in the address book might have expired long ago, but... "I have a way!" Jason said, "The magic book It contains magic about finding blood, and it has real full names, I will practice for a few more days, and magic can help me!"

He sincerely thanked the magician who gave him the basic magic book.

Jason packed up his things and went back to Wayne Manor to practice magic.Of course he can use the computer in the Batcave to search, but it is easy to be found by Batman. "He found out, Bruce found out," Jason said to Misty, "I don't really want Bruce to know."

"Afraid that he will feel uncomfortable?"

Misty didn't expect that Jason nodded, "He found out that I was going to find my biological mother. He must be thinking wildly, thinking that I want to leave him. But I just want to meet my biological mother and understand what she is like." Ask if she's doing well. I'm Bruce's child, and I've sworn since he adopted me that only death will separate us."

Jason came back strangely, even if Batman didn't allow him to go to the night patrol, he was not as angry as before, but went back to the room with a calm face.

Batman didn't have time to think about the reason for his abnormality, he was very busy these days.

Clown, escaped from prison.

When Misty was told about this by Batman wearing Chester's vest, she immediately opened the system closet, "The mirror of the forest is not broken."

"..."

Misty looked at him suspiciously: "Do you know the reason?"

The silence of the Gotham Knights made Misty's thoughts spin like a pendulum, spinning from side to side.

"Some councilors thought the clown was not a big threat, so they used it for self-defense." His voice was like that of a snow traveler, his hoarseness concealed his fatigue, "Arkham's guards did not send me any news. Sorry, I was not the first Time stands still, but I'll get the mirror back."

Ah, it turned out to be because of this.Misty is not anxious, ordinary clothes are fine, but special props... According to common sense, there should be special recycling tracks.

After flashing her thoughts, Misty tentatively found the grid of the mirror of the forest, clicked with her mind, and found that it can indeed be recalled or left alone. "It's okay." Misty shook her head. She recalled the Mirror of Forest and released it for Batman to see. "It's my treasure. Unless I give it away, no one can take it away."

Even so, Batman didn't intend to let the congressman go easily.

Since the other party dared to put his hand into his Gotham, let alone keep that hand, let's keep the position as well.

How terrible it would be for Bruce Wayne, whose dignity was violated, to temporarily put aside everything else and do his best.Misty discovered that the recent explosive news all revolved around that congressman—Douglas Lansbury.

First, a woman surnamed Schumer went on NBC, claiming that Douglas Lansbury was a villain involved in child sex crimes, "You don't know how disgusting he is." The lady covered her face and cried, "Both Years ago, my niece was only 11 years old, cute and beautiful, but from a certain day on, her social accounts would receive obscene|obscene|obscene photos of sexual organs from strangers every day, no matter how many numbers she changed It's useless, I can always receive it. I have found many private investigators, but they always tell me to give up halfway through the investigation, and I can guess who the big guy is, but I don't know who it is."

"My niece suffered from his torture for nearly two years and has mental problems and recently started taking medicine."

"Thanks to a certain gentleman, he collected the evidence and handed it to me, and he was willing to accompany me to deal with this matter with the law. I refused, and I didn't want him to be retaliated, so today I appeared on the show alone with the evidence .” Ms. Schumer looked towards the camera and smiled gratefully to a gentleman who might also be in front of the TV.

Thank you, Mr. Wayne.

Then, a Mr. Lando sued Douglas Lansbury in court, claiming that he had been sexually harassed by him when he worked for him.He used very powerful surveillance as proof, and that well-known lawyer in the legal profession helped him win the lawsuit.

"Of course I don't have the money to hire Mr. Milley." Lando scratched his head, "It was the gentleman whose name I can't tell you that paid for me. God, when he contacted me, I couldn't believe it was him. I I used to think that he was also one of the out-and-out villains in the upper class, and I even maliciously suspected that his conversation and upbringing, as well as those charities, were all for show. I'm sorry, really."

Immediately afterwards, it was the priest who accused Douglas Lansbury of blasphemy and let prostitutes pretend to be angels for his pleasure.

The moderately depressed wife of Douglas Lansbury came out of the nursing home and told the public that the cause of her depression was the cold violence of the other party and the mistress who was so arrogant that she directly sent them sex videos, similar operations There are five mistresses.

In the end, overriding, was the video of him proposing nuking New York,

Douglas Lansbury couldn't care where the disappearing mirror of the forest went. He was dealing with those scandals, and the anger of the people almost burned him to death on the stake.

His status as a member of parliament was stripped, and what awaited him was a harsh sentence from the court.

Batman closed today's newspaper and continued his night watch and investigation of the Joker's whereabouts.

Gotham is a big city full of crime.Batman can target a certain scandalous Congressman with all his strength, but he can't quickly clear up the psoriasis attached to Gotham's shadow.

It was another night when the Dark Knight patrolled. He habitually patrolled to a certain apartment every two hours according to the routine of the previous few days. The closed windows and drawn curtains prevented him from seeing anything.

In the shadow of the dark clouds, the bat's long cape draped over the top of the tower, and he gazed at the apartment from afar, like a still statue.

Until a sneaky black figure pried open the window, as if he wanted to climb in through the window, the noose was put around his neck from behind the black shadow, choking his throat, making him unable to make a sound.The Dark Knight dragged him away and locked him in the Batmobile without making a sound.

From the gap in the window, Batman clearly saw the girl sleeping under the blanket with a mask capable of night vision.He took out a fiery brooch from his belt and quietly placed it on her desk.

After a long silence, Hei Qiqi, who was standing by the window, took back the brooch, unfolded his cloak, and glides away.

Time to go on night patrol elsewhere.

The author has something to say:

Today's Jason is also the Jason who can say hello to furniture√

And, in the original book, this house should be sold to others by the landlord, but I feel that since the master has checked Jason's past, he doesn't know that there are Jason's memories in it.So I set it up privately, the master bought the house, and when Jason returns, he will be pleasantly surprised√