[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Gotham, Crime Alley.

Braving the rain, Jason walked into a dilapidated small apartment.

The outer wall of the apartment was pitted and the iron door was covered with rust. He paused, raised his feet, walked to the top floor, lowered his body, and drilled in along the fire escape.

There was a small loft tucked away at the end of the fire escape, which he had worked so hard to make seem like home.

After my father was imprisoned, my young self and my mother could neither pay the rent nor the debts, so they could only sneak out in the end, looking for a place to hide like a gray mouse.

The tone of the system reveals nostalgia: [I even forgot that this place still exists. 】

Jason bent his eyes, lowered his head and fiddled with the keyhole twice, and with careful force, the small door creaked open.

After the green-eyed young man entered the room, he habitually dragged the iron chair to the door, and just touched the back of the chair with his fingers, but he couldn't help but startled.

He said to himself in the dark: "I don't need this anymore."

The small room was still the same as it was before he left. It was too small and dilapidated, even the lowest-level homeless people would not appreciate it, but it was the best that a child could do when dragging its mother who was unconscious. Good choice.

"Hi, bed."

Jason greeted the board and lay down skillfully.

The wooden bed was so hard and uncomfortable, Jason turned over again and wiped the rain on his face with his sleeve.

I'm so ashamed, he thought.

He relied on the fact that Bruce couldn't see himself clearly in the rainy night, so he ran away after speaking, running faster than a rabbit.

The system seemed to know what he was thinking, so it comforted him: [This is nothing to be ashamed of. 】

Jason said to himself again: "I haven't asked him why he didn't kill the clown... I didn't ask any questions I thought about."

An indescribable emotion surged up from the bottom of his heart, suppressing his anger heavily, leaving only a daze and bewilderment, forcing him out of breath.

Jason suddenly found that to Bruce, he seemed less important than he thought.

A death tore up their past, separated each other's future, and their daily life was turned upside down, leaving only regret and pain.

I used to have such a good home.

The system said: [Maybe you should sleep, wake up and think about these things. 】

Jason rolled over again, covering his eyes with his arms.

He said, "System, where is my grave?"

The system was taken aback.

It considered its tone, trying to dispel Jason's thoughts: [Why did you suddenly ask this? 】

Jason blinked: [Just tell me where it is. 】

System: [It's best not to, you've already been resurrected, so what's the point of going to see your own grave? 】

Jason pursed his lips, the system's reaction had already explained the problem well - there must be something there that he didn't want to face.

The black-haired young man said in a restrained tone: [Then tell me, what's wrong with my grave? 】

The system fell into a brief silence, and after a while, it said: [If you must go - it's in Gotham Cemetery. 】

**

Wayne House.

Afu politely knocked on the door of the Batcave and walked in: "Master Bruce, I guess you didn't have a late-night match with Master Drake?"

Bruce: "..."

He was sitting in front of the bat computer, motionless, when he heard Ah Fu's voice, he answered absently: "I still have things to do, Ah Fu."

Batman is now preoccupied with the young man he met earlier.

——He always felt that he had overlooked something.

Afu put the tray in his hand on the operating table, stirred the coffee with a stirrer, and handed it to Bruce: "What happened again?"

Bruce frowned, tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair, lost in thought, and kept searching his brain for a person with this height and body type, but no matter how he thought, he couldn't find the corresponding face.

He paused for a moment, then turned to his butler: "Ah Fu, do you know a young man with green eyes?"

Those green eyes always feel too familiar, but I shouldn't have no impression of this shocking green.

He tried to find people with those green eyes in memory, but he still couldn't find it.

Ah Fu cleared his throat: "You have to be more specific, young man with green eyes? For me, there are really too many young people."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose: "That man knows me...not Bruce Wayne, he knows Batman."

Afu's expression froze.

Know Batman?This is not a good thing.

Bruce thought for a while, and continued to add: "I was dressed as a homeless person that night, but he still recognized me."

Ah Fu sighed: "A person who knows the identity of Batman... If it is not a friend, please allow me to call Master Kent over."

Bruce snorted inexplicably, stretched out his hand and tapped on the keyboard, and Gotham's monitoring system started to operate automatically, and the small screens flickered back and forth, and the figures inside were blurred.

Gotham has no secrets from Batman.

As long as the young man is telling the truth—that he really is a Gotham man—then Batman will find him.

Batman is the backup plan for everyone in the Justice League. He is always too calm and cautious when doing things, but for some reason, he has difficulty concentrating today.

——that touch of green.

Bruce couldn't stop the green from flashing back and forth again and again.

It looks... heartbreaking.

The bat computer hummed slightly, and the huge database was running non-stop. Bruce stared at the progress bar closely. When the progress bar was [-]% away from the end point, he held his breath unconsciously. took a breath.

[Corresponding number of people: zero]

……how is this possible?

Bruce's intuition told him that the young man wasn't lying.

The sixth sense of these heroes is honed between life and death. It is never aimless. People's subconscious will always receive things that are missed on the surface of consciousness. This information has been stored in the depths of the brain for a long time. When encountering When the medium that can trigger them, it will emerge.

I must have missed something.

Bruce's eyes wandered aimlessly in the Batcave, and he had to figure out where that inexplicable heartbreak was coming from.

His eyes gradually moved to a glass display case, there were cracked red uniforms everywhere, messy yellow cloaks, and green elf boots. The size of the green elf boots can show a message——the owner of this uniform is still a minor, No growth in stature.

About the same age if Jason was still alive, Bruce thought.

Jason is still alive...?

Bruce's heart beat violently, his pupils constricted violently——

Afu came over to persuade him: "Master Bruce, you haven't slept for 34 hours in a row, although I know this is nothing to you—"

Bruce stood up with such a jerk that he knocked the chair belt onto the floor!

He interrupted the old butler: "Ah Fu, it's Jason."

The dark knight's voice was trembling, and his eyes were red from being too excited.

The old butler unconsciously took a step back: "What are you talking about...Jason? No, have you forgotten? Master Todd has blue eyes."

Bruce: "No—I'm sure! I know it's Jason..."

There was a strange emotion in his voice, "I just need one piece of evidence now... Ah Fu, check my memory backup."

**

Gotham Cemetery.

Every time Jason took a step, he felt that his feet were too soft, his head was dizzy, and his lips were terribly dry.

He has a fever.

This is normal, under the wash of high-intensity negative emotions, even if the physical fitness is as strong as a red hood, he can't withstand the rain in the middle of the night, and then wear wet clothes and forcefully dry in the dark small house.

He didn't know when he fell asleep last night, and when he woke up, he had already missed the night, so he had to wait until the sun went down before he had the chance to go to Gotham Cemetery.

System: [I'll say it one last time - you'd better not go. 】

Gotham Cemetery is located in the suburbs, and there are no wind-shielding buildings around. When a gust of wind blew, the umbrella in Jason's hand was blown outward. He felt that it was inconvenient, and the rain was not too heavy, so he simply put it away. .

If nothing else, his grave should be next to the Waynes.

The caretaker of the cemetery was dozing off, nodding his head intermittently.

Jason didn't enter through the gate. To be on the safe side, it's best not to leave any images of him. When doing certain things, only the dead will not be suspected.

He went around to the woods, grabbed the barbed wire with his fingers, twisted his waist nimbly and rolled over.

— except that the landing was a little wobbly.

System: [Alas. 】

If you are sick like this, you still have to look for guilt.

No one knows better than him what Jason will become crazy when he sees the epitaphs on the tombstone——

Those few words have almost become a nightmare that haunts me for the rest of my life.

The system just made a reminder, and didn't use a strong attitude to stop Jason, because it's useless to stop, those heartbreaking things are like the rain in Gotham, and they always forget to bring their umbrellas.

——One day you will get wet, but it is a question of sooner or later, so what is the difference between early and late?

Maybe the old bat can solve a problem he has been struggling with for countless years.

The black-haired young man turned around in the grass familiarly. He was no stranger to the grave of the Wayne couple. It didn't take long to find the place, and his own grave was next to Martha.

But he couldn't move forward.

When I got here, my fingers started to ache, my fingernails seemed to be opened, and my joints were swollen so I couldn't hold a fist.

Before being resurrected by Lazarus Pool—no, in a precise sense, Lazarus Pool only healed his wounds that could not heal.

He crawled out of the tomb by himself, using his tattered body to smash the coffin, and then digging a path with his fingers.

The system said: [Go back now, there is still time. 】

Jason closed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, the green eyes were empty, and all emotions were suppressed.

He said: [I always want to know. 】

He turned around and walked a few steps forward. The gray-white tombstone was washed wet by the rain, and the grave did not show any trace of being dug.

The system secretly sighed.

Jason's face was pale, his temples were throbbing, those few words pierced his eyes like a sharp knife, and all the messy emotions boiled up in an instant.

There is a line of words engraved on the tombstone.

【Jason Todd】

【——My partner, my soldier, my mistake. 】