Bat family's cub is lost

"Where's Jason?"

The child is always very stubborn in some aspects, and he will not give up after bumping against the south wall a hundred and eighty times.After breakfast, Palmer squatted at the door of Bruce's room with the storybook in his arms, and since he woke up, he has been following him wherever he goes like a little tail, and has been persistently asking the same questions.

"In my world, Jason likes to read books very much, so I went to the study and looked through all the books I remembered that Jason had read." Palmer waved his short arms and hopped his feet, trying to show him pile of notes.

There were some short poems and reading insights written on it, obviously in Jason's handwriting.There was a thick stack of unfinished homework papers left by Jason, and Bruce had read them countless times.

"He's not at home right now."

"Where is he then?"

"Where you can't go." It was a mental and physical devastation, and Palmer's questioning made Bruce couldn't help but think of the child lying in the ruins, bruised and breathless.

Somewhat out of control, he pushed Palmer away who was too tight, pretending to be impatient to be questioned, "That was just a dream, do you understand a dream? It might just be because you are worried that your world will be kidnapped Jason, that's why I dreamed about those things."

Palmer looked at him really, "If I can't go, can you take me?"

Well, Bruce sighed wearily inwardly, and the kid wasn't listening at all.

"So you hid here?" Afu went down to the bat cave to deliver today's dinner to Master Bruce who was sitting in the shadows, "But tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, Master Bruce, you can't keep hiding like this."

"Then what else can I do, Fu?" Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, "Should I tell him, 'Jason is gone, give up, the Jason in your world may be the same ?' That doesn't really sound like the kind of argument you would say to a child."

He inserted the sliced ​​veal steak, "Remove this aspect, now I doubt why he suddenly mentioned Jason, is it just because of a dream?" Bruce has already thought of many things, such as magic, or something miraculous Creatures can enter people's dreams for induction, followed by a list of preventive measures, and continuous simulation and modification in the brain.

"Master Bruce, I don't think we have only this choice," Alfred said slowly, "Why don't you try to assume that Master Palmer really saw something? There are many talented people among your friends, Perhaps Master Palmer is one of them."

"Maybe." Bruce put down the knife and fork, fell into the chair, crossed his hands, and after a long silence, he sighed, "You succeeded in convincing me, Fu, you can always do it."

Afu smiled without saying a word.Is it because his words are convincing, or is it that you, Master Bruce, are also wishing for this tiny possibility in your heart?On the point of facing up to your own heart, you still have a lot of room for improvement, sir.

So the next day, when Bruce discovered that Palmer still hadn't given up the entanglement, he just switched to a more covert method.For example, hiding in the corner, behind the door, behind the sofa, revealing a pair of bright black eyes, quietly looking at him after conveying his appeal.

At dusk, he took Palmer out, and the destination was the family cemetery of the Wayne family.

"Here it is." Putting the flowers in front of the tombstone, Bruce caressed the tombstone and said calmly, "He sleeps here, a place you can't go to." That calmness comes from depression.

The simple tombstone bears an equally simple epitaph -- "Jason Todd, the one and only." The one and only Jason Todd, forever.

Palmer sat with his knees tucked under a tree not far away, stunned, and Bruce thought he was being stimulated.

"there's noise."

"What?" Bruce couldn't hear.

Palmer almost screamed, "There's a sound, under the tombstone!" He stumbled as he stood up, and rolled down the hill like a lump.Before hitting the tombstone, Bruce picked it up quickly.

He collapsed in Bruce's arms in a daze, shook his head and started struggling to jump down.Palmer stubbornly stretched out his hand towards the tombstone, wanting to jump over there, "There, right there!"

Bruce had no choice but to squat down and put him on the ground. As soon as Palmer touched the ground, he lay down on the ground and tried to dig Jason's grave with both hands.So Bruce had to pull him away again, pinning him to his chest and not letting him move.

"Enough, what do you want to do?"

Palmer's eyes were red, and his hands were covered in dirt, so he couldn't wipe away the tears.He sniffled and said in a low voice: "I heard it. Dad always said that my hearing is very good. I heard a voice down there. Maybe Jason is back again? Bruce One, you have to believe me?"

"I'd love to believe you, but—" There was no more, and Bruce froze in place, and he heard voices, too, from beneath the dirt where Jason was sleeping.

It was a tiny scratching sound, not bug activity, not plant growth.

Bruce let go, and joined the digging regardless of the image (what it was).The precious cuffs hindered the movement of his hands, so he roughly tore them off and rolled up the sleeves.The slim suit restricted his movements, and he unbuttoned it mercilessly, leaving the expensive coat casually on the ground.

The dirt filled the gaps between the nails. There were two people, one big and one small, their bodies were covered in dirt, their hands were scratched, and none of them wanted to stop. "I think you need this," Afu, who has been in touch with Bruce, drove over in a hurry and handed over the thing they needed most at this time, a shovel.

The speed of excavation has been greatly increased, and when there is only a thin layer of soil left from the coffin, anyone can see the soil above it shaking.

Bruce jumped down with a shovel and scraped away the remaining layer of soil. He could already hear the faint voice of "Bruce" calling from the coffin. "Damn it, Jason!" He slammed the shovel into the gap between the coffin's boards, hard.

With a tooth-piercing sound, the board was pried open.

For Jason Todd, it wasn't an interesting experience to wake up and find himself buried in a coffin.He remembered that he was dead, killed by the clown's plot, the violent explosion, but the priority now was not to figure out why he was resurrected.

Instead, damn it, he kicked the top of the coffin with all his might, and if he tried to get himself out, he was going to die inside again, this time from suffocation.

The dark enclosed space is very easy to cause fear, but he still has to control himself not to keep talking to himself in order to alleviate this situation. good idea.

Jason scratched and hit the coffin board desperately, while cursing in his heart: Damn, if he knew this day would come, he should have longer nails.The soil layer on the coffin was too heavy, no matter how hard he tried, it would not budge.

"Bruce," he couldn't help shouting.

Lack of oxygen brings tinnitus and dizziness.He seemed to hear Bruce calling him, and Jason seemed to have the strength to slam into the coffin again, "Bang," the heavy coffin was opened.

The not-so-bright light still made Jason unable to control his tears (Jason asked me to add it afterwards: this is a physiological reaction to light sensitivity, he doesn’t like to cry at all, thank you.)

Jason tried his best to open his eyes wide to distinguish who the dangling figures in front of him were.Appearing at his grave at this time (that's an awkward way to say it), grave robber?Or the gravekeeper?

Then he was drawn into a warm embrace, very familiar. "Bruce?" His throat was so dry that he couldn't speak at all.

Jason felt something scalding on the side of his neck, did Bruce cry?He was a little curious, and tried to turn his head to look at it, but was pressed even harder by the big hand behind his head.

Are you crying?This is not like you.

Jason wanted to make a joke like this, but the comforting words came out before that, "I'm fine." Still silent.

Ah Fu hugged Palmer, who was too tired to lift his arms and was already drowsy, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a veil, "This is really the most celebratory thing in a while, Master Bruce, But now the priority is to go back. I think Master Jason needs some checks, and food."

Jason's stomach growled at the right time, but he himself had already fallen asleep (passed out).You know, digging a coffin is not an easy job.

Using the coat that was thrown away before, he wrapped Jason up carefully and put it in the car. "Please, Fu." Bruce's brows were rarely relaxed, "I think there is still a little bit of aftermath to be done here."

If the gravekeeper found Jason's tomb wide open and empty, he would have sat down on the ground in horror.

So, what should be done.Watching the car driven by Ah Fu speeding away and turning into a black spot and gradually disappearing, Bruce moved his slightly sore arm, maybe he could use his tricks and forge a fact.

For example, the Lazarus Pool in the League of Assassins, the moths in the dark of Gotham that are ready to stick out their claws, the messy things in another realm, or some alien visitor.No matter which one is used as a cover, it is a good excuse to take the initiative.

To protect his son, Bruce thought, he would do everything in his power.

"I'm so sleepy, Ah Fu," the child clicked his mouth and yawned big.Palmer curled up in the co-pilot's seat, wrapped in Alfred's windbreaker.With long hands and long feet, Jason occupied the back seat alone, sleeping soundly wrapped in the thin blanket Ah Fu pulled out from the storage box.

"I'll be home soon." Ah Fu tucked Palmer's clothes with one free hand.

"Then I, hold on a little longer," said the kid, yawning and rubbing against his clothes. "If Ah Fu is alone, there is no way to get both of us into the house."

He yawned again, "Especially I'm so heavy, Brother Dick, he always said that the milk I drank was used up to grow sideways. So, don't trouble Ah Fu."

What a nice boy.Ah Fu stepped on the accelerator silently, hoping that his master Bruce would let him see the next generation of the Wayne family as soon as possible.Ah, from this point of view, the schedule of urging the master to find a spouse should be mentioned again, and it would be good to change the frequency of three meals a day.