[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

The sound of the dark knight falling to the ground was muffled.

Tim opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

impossible!This must be a joke!How could Bruce be because of a bullet...

Dick and Jason were still fighting the mercenaries, and with their joint efforts, there were not many people left.

The gunshot didn't attract Dick and Jason's attention. They were so used to the sound that they didn't even have the desire to turn their heads.

The last minion fell, and Dick turned around with a slight smile on his face.

He said, "Batman, is there a way to go back in time—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Tim's hand rests on Bruce's carotid artery, feeling no pulse.

Jason's pupils dilated slightly, he raised the gun stiffly, the bullet pierced the scarecrow's head, and dirty liquid splashed everywhere, but he didn't realize it.

"Bruce?"

why are you lying on the ground

Tim gritted his teeth and tried several futile first aid efforts, but still nothing happened.

Jason didn't know how he got there: "What happened to him?"

He stubbornly wanted to get an answer from Tim, although the facts were clearly in front of him, but he just refused to believe it.

Come on, this is Batman, how can someone who can't even kill Darkseid be killed by a bullet?

The expressions of the three people are exactly the same blank.

Bruce...

died?

This fact is like a sharp sword, piercing straight into their heads, roughing a hole, and then inserting themselves.

Batman's uniform gathers the most sophisticated technology that human beings can access.

This uniform can resist high temperature and extreme cold, can glide in the air, insulate and keep warm, and allow him to adapt to all harsh environments.

Under normal circumstances, the bullet would only bounce off the armor and then fall to the ground. The Dark Knight protected by it could only feel a little pain at most.

But there was a gap where the bullet hit.

The edge of the gap is very smooth, you can't find it if you don't look carefully, but it does exist.

——That was when Bruce was forced to the extreme by the shield machine and had to abandon the car to escape, and was accidentally cut by a sharp tooth blade.

Batman shouldn't have made this mistake.

But tonight was too long, and there were so many things to do, that he didn't have time to change out his torn uniform.

This bullet was like a malicious joke, picked at the most inopportune time, and shattered everyone's beautiful illusions about the future.

Alfred is still waiting for his young master to come home, and Bruce is still thinking about how to restore this fragmented family. He has thought about a lot--changing Dick to a suitable apartment, canceling Jason's death information, Tom takes a break and has a good chat with Damian.

Jason squatted down and checked without giving up, confirming it over and over again.

The expression on his face was very calm, and his hands were steady, as if it was just an insignificant person who died, but those green eyes were as dead as an extinguished galaxy.

A piercing voice screamed in his ears, causing a bunch of butterflies to fly in his stomach.

After an unknown amount of time, Tim said in a low voice, "Okay, Big Red."

Jason stopped, turned his face away, and cast a blank glance.

He didn't feel anything—no pain or sadness, and his emotional center didn't react at all, as if under too much shock, it failed for self-protection.

There was only one thought in Jason's head.

Bruce died and it was all my fault!

His sanity was unprecedentedly sober, he showed no signs of going crazy, his will was not malfunctioning, and his heart was beating vigorously.

The anger and despair that he thought would haunt him for the rest of his life disappeared in an instant, and he didn't have any terrible thoughts. He wouldn't be surprised what happened now.

My wish has come true, he thought.

The dark knight lying on the ground closed his eyes gently, his face was calm, and there was still blood on his face, as if he was just asleep.

But he will never wake up again.

Jason: "Robin, take him back to the manor, don't let Ah Fu know, Gotham hasn't been completely stabilized yet, I'll make sure."

Tim: "Okay."

The little red bird slowly supported the dark knight's body, and limped towards the door.

Dick was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll go with you."

None of them showed excessive emotions, did not make any irrational actions, and even ended the night in an orderly manner.

It's already dawn.

Dick and Jason walked into the daytime of Gotham wearing uniforms for the first time. The uniforms of the Bat Family are all dark colors, which can make them hunters in the dark. This color is incompatible with the daytime and is too abrupt.

Without the cover of the night, the scars and blood on their bodies are clearly exposed, and the exhaustion they have been struggling with will always overflow inadvertently. Before they go far, some hidden minions will come out to find fault.

So they will be injured too?This is the first reaction of those people.

Surprise quickly turned to ecstasy—they thought this was their best chance of getting rid of these overpowered monsters.

Jason and Dick didn't say a word to each other, there was no expression on their faces, just cold and violent to break the villain's bones, but anyone who dared to cause trouble at such a time could do worse than die.

The system hesitated to speak.

He was still debating whether he should tell Jason - at the most critical moment, he gave Bruce a blessing.

It's not the usual kind of blessing, it's an extremely rare magic, the caster needs to maintain strong love and trust in the recipient, and purely positive emotions are not enough, it also needs extremely fierce hatred and tyranny.

To describe it in a simpler language, it requires a person to be willing to sacrifice his life for the other party at any time, and to kill him without hesitation.

Because the conditions are so harsh that it is almost absurd, the system only came into contact with an incomplete tome when learning blessings, and the only few pages did not describe the specific performance of blessing success.

The system can't be sure at all whether it can still meet this condition.

The cruelest thing in the world is nothing more than giving hope and then cruelly taking it away.

He finally decided to keep it a secret.

**

Jason never went back to Wayne Manor. He lived like a ghost of Gotham. He only came out to patrol at night wearing his uniform. Occasionally, he could catch a glimpse of Nightwing from a distance, and he consciously avoided it.

This went on for almost two weeks, until one day he opened the door and came home to see Dick sitting on the couch.

Dick: "Bruce's funeral is tomorrow."

The voice of the big blue bird does not contain any redundant emotions, and uses a purely narrative tone.

"I think you'd like to see him one last time," he said.

the last time.

Jason nodded: "I see."

When Dick got the news, he stood up and was about to leave. When he walked to the door, he heard Jason add another sentence.

"I'll go back."

The big blue bird paused, and gently closed the door.

……

Bruce's funeral was held in secret, no, it shouldn't be Bruce, it was Batman's funeral.

The identity of Bruce Wayne still remains in the world, and Ah Fu told the outside world that he is missing.

The old housekeeper still had a glimmer of hope.

His young master is omnipotent, and even death can't stop him.

Only a few of Batman's closest ties come to the funeral.

The weather was great, the sky of Gotham showed a color similar to that of the metropolis, there was no wind, and the warm sun shone on the coffin, coating the black paint with a layer of warm color.

Batman's funeral has no cries, just endless silence.

Jason took the shovel that Ah Fu handed him.

He looked at the tired old housekeeper and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into a sentence of sorry.

Ah Fu stopped: "No, Master Jason...you don't have to apologize to me."

Jason pursed his lips and averted his eyes.

He has wronged many people in his life, but Ah Fu is definitely the one he has failed the most.

Ah Fu sighed, hesitantly put his hand on Jason's shoulder.

"Master Bruce never blamed you—Master Jason, he always thought you were a good boy, and of course, I thought so too."

Alfred's voice sounded a little older than before, Jason thought.

He raised his head and looked at the old butler. There were sadness, sadness, and pain in those eyes engraved with the traces of time... Various emotions were mixed together, but there was no hatred and blame.

Jason flinched.

Tim stood aside quietly, and after Ah Fu left, he handed Jason a bouquet of white flowers.

Tim: "I'm not Robin anymore."

He was going to tell Batman about this plan, but before he could say it, Bruce left.

The title of Robin, without Batman, no longer makes sense.

Tim: "I've got a new name for myself, Red Robin - I guess you might not like that name."

Jason's voice was flat: "No, I like it very much."

He finally gets on friendly terms with Tim.

After Bruce's death.

The black-haired young man gently placed the flowers in front of the tombstone. Nothing was engraved on that tombstone. Clark took off his red cloak and put it on the coffin.

The soil was thrown down one by one.

After everything was over, Clark was about to leave with Diana when he suddenly remembered something.

The god on earth left for a brief moment, and when he came back, he was pulling a dirty ball of hair by the collar of his uniform.

Clark: "I saw this little guy at the door."

Dick blinked, reached out to take the fur ball, rubbed its head habitually, and held it in his arms.

Big Blue Bird couldn't help feeling distressed: "Why are you here?"

This big lazy cat should be in Bludhaven's small apartment, not in Wayne Manor. Although Bludhaven is very close to Gotham, that's according to human standards.

The little black face meowed weakly.

It was a long-haired Ragdoll cat, the hair that used to be smooth was now knotted and messy. When Dick reached out and touched it, he found that it was much thinner than the last time he saw it.

She was almost as thin as a cat strip, and the soft pads of her flesh were all calloused.

Clark: "It needs something to eat, I'll go get a can of cat food."

"Meow!"

Mao Tuanzi let out a shriek, and kicked hard with his hind paw, like a cannonball, slamming into Clark's arms.

Little black face: "Meow meow!"

The call is coherent and rapid.

Clark lowered his head inexplicably, stuck his big hand on the cat's stomach, and lifted it up carefully.

"are you uncomfortable?"

The god of the world stared at the cat in his hand, and suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling.

The blue eyes of this cat... seem familiar?

Clark quickly mobilized his super memory and made another comparison.

That's right, Dick's cat.

But he just felt that the cat's blue eyes had become a lot like Bruce, the feeling of contempt and arrogance——

Exactly the same as Bruce.

But cats are such Batman-like existences, Clark closed his eyes hard.

He must have missed Bruce so much.

The little black face suddenly struggled vigorously, and Dick followed its line of sight to look over.

It was Jason walking towards the door without making a sound, his movements were so light that no one noticed.

Dick sighed, "Oh... you'll have to get used to this, this is probably the last time you'll see him."

"Meow!"

The dirty cat struggled with all its strength. Clark was taken aback, bent down quickly, and let go of his hand at a suitable height.

Jason's steps were not fast, but every step was heavy. After attending the funeral, he didn't feel sad, but became very tired for no reason.

It was a feeling of exhaustion and powerlessness.

Bruce is really dead, he thought.

Suddenly, the black-haired young man felt his trouser legs being pulled by something. He lowered his head and bumped into those sea-like eyes.

"Meow."