[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

—Partner, soldier, bug?

You just use these three words to sum up everything between us?

Love and hate are intertwined in the eyes, anger, cruelty, violence... These emotions surged up layer by layer, and finally turned into inextricable madness. The green eyes shone sickly, like will-o'-the-wisps in a cemetery.

Fine raindrops hit his long and dense eyelashes, and then flowed down the corners of his eyes.

He laughed softly, but his voice was too hoarse, his face was pale, but his lips were as red as blood.

He said, "Bruce, if you don't kill the clown, then I will."

The black-haired young man was already sick, with a sleepy look. He was so tormented that he almost couldn't stand still. Even though his body was as stiff as a rock, it was the kind that fell on the edge of a cliff. When a gust of wind blew, he would can fall.

He said, "Bruce, Gotham isn't yours anymore."

This epitaph did not arouse negative emotions in the system, it said in a faint voice: 【You really need to rest. 】

It's just an epitaph, he thought, if it becomes like this now, what if he is tricked into Ethiopia later?

For the system, these things have been covered with a thick layer of time. Although they will be taken out to look at from time to time, there is not much left of the intense emotions in the past. After all, all this has little meaning to him up.

Jason opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no sound came out, his head was as confused as a pile of paste.

Not far away was a little yellow light.

The system reminded him: [Someone is coming. 】

Jason turned his face and stared at the soy-like light. The people who came were all dressed in black. From a distance, they seemed to blend into the night of Gotham.

System: [If you don't leave, you will be discovered. 】

Jason bit the tip of his tongue lightly, brought his sanity back with the pain, walked to the iron railing, and planned to turn over.

I don't know why, but by accident, he stopped halfway through the flip, found a more secluded place, and hid himself.

system:【……? 】

The yellow light was getting closer and closer, and it was blurred into a ball in the rainy night. The subtle light vaguely illuminated the face of the lantern bearer. He looked worried, and his expression was mixed with hope and disbelief.

Following the sound of the wind, Jason could hear what he said.

"I fired everyone and the guards wouldn't come here, but I'm still not sure it was the right choice."

——It’s Ah Fu.

"But it is necessary," replied the other.

The two walked very quickly, and it didn't take long before they reached the tombstone.

Jason opened his eyes slightly, staring at them without blinking, his mind went blank, the night was too dark for him to see Bruce's face clearly.

System: [Drawing Cards - Domino Mask. 】

The domino mask has a night vision function, even if Jason does not go out, he can clearly know what they said by reading his lips.

A thin and small mask appeared in Jason's hand, and the black-haired youth paused for a few seconds before putting the mask on his face.

——In the night vision goggles, Batman's face was cold and terrifying.

**

Bruce's current state is not very good, he is in a messy mood, with doubts and anger intertwined, but he can subtly hide these emotions behind his ice cube face.

He checked the memory backup, but found no information about Jason's resurrection, but found another thing.

His own memory has been tampered with, and the members of the alliance voted to allow this matter.

Erase memory, change personality——

Justice League begins to blur.

Superman knows everything.

— Clark acquiesced to all this.

So Diana...?

Stop.

Bruce didn't continue to think about it. After all these years, he understood that his suspicion would always destroy something.

But the saddest thing is—his suspicions are often right. Clark once said that Batman can't be wrong, but Bruce sometimes wishes he could be wrong once.

The first principle of investigating a case - find out who profited.

Who benefits?

Bruce couldn't figure it out, who would benefit from Jason's resurrection except himself and Jason himself?

It was a miracle, his first reaction told him, but Bruce had lost too much in his life, and he would never believe in miracles if he believed in anything.

If someone made a nasty joke about Jason...

He vowed to make that man pay.

The old butler still had some hope on his face, but Batman couldn't, and he didn't dare, what good would it do to let his loved ones be disappointed with him?

Batman looked exactly the same as usual, even a little colder, the shovel kept piercing the soil, and Bruce's clothes and pants were dirty.

Jason didn't want to watch any more.

Bruce's performance made him feel pain.

The green-eyed youth took off the domino mask, his hand was a little unsteady, but he flipped it out without any hesitation. When he landed, he staggered silently a few times.

The system has no objection to this.

So they're all missing something -

The dark knight's rare gaffe, the love hidden under misunderstanding and separation.

**

The coffin was dug out, and the precious wood was very low in decay. Bruce could see the marks on the lid of the coffin hit by bare hands. When he looked carefully, the edges of the wooden thorns were a kind of black after blood coagulation.

The umbrella in Ah Fu's hand fell to the ground.

The old butler covered his mouth, his voice was soft, and complex emotions were about to overflow: "Oh...God, Jason, Master Bruce——"

Ah Fu, who has seen countless big scenes, was so excited that he couldn't organize his words, so he could only call out a few names brokenly.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, his eyebrows were deeply knit together, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, but the muscles on his cheeks were relaxed, and finally twisted into an indescribable expression.

The fingers loosened unconsciously, and the shovel fell on the soft ground. Bruce was stunned, bent down, grabbed the damaged part of the coffin lid fiercely, and tore it forcefully.

His strength was too great, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hand stood out.

——The inside of the coffin was empty, only the soil was sprinkled on the dark red velvet cloth.

"There are three sensors on the coffin lid, as long as someone opens the coffin, I will know immediately—" Bruce's voice sounded extremely depressed.

"But if it's broken from the inside, the sensors won't detect it at all," he said.

Ah Fu wiped his face and picked up the umbrella.

The dark knight always straightened his back, and bent down unknowingly: "Ah Fu, Jason is still alive, I have seen him."

The cemetery has been properly handled. Looking at the inner layer, it is estimated that the guards secretly covered it up and buried it back for fear of being held accountable by Wayne. deal with.

It is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

The dark knight's reason was running through the analysis with difficulty, but a soreness surged in his heart, accompanied by dense pain, the small corner that belonged to Bruce Wayne was trembling badly.

His child was resurrected for an unknown how long.

His kid came to Gotham looking for him, but he didn't recognize him.

Jason was drenched under such heavy rain. He said that he was a little cold.

How cold does it have to be, for that child who never wants to show weakness, to say that?

Jason told himself that he was a Gotham man.

The coffin was hammered hard—he had been buried in a coffin by a clown before, so he knew what it felt like.

——Oxygen was consumed little by little, and he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe. The heavy planks and earth were pressed on his head, and he was obviously still alive, but he was buried six feet below.

Bruce said, "Foo... I don't know, I don't know."

The old housekeeper handed the umbrella to his young master, bent down, and moved the coffin lid back with difficulty.

"It's not your fault, Master Bruce."

**

Bat cave.

Bruce stood in front of the uniform display case with no expression on his face.

At the bottom of the showcase, there is a small nameplate with a line of words engraved on it.

—Jason Todd.

——The best son, the pride of my life.

On the bat computer, countless streams of information flowed down like a waterfall. After Bruce calmed down a little, he realized the problem.

Someone has tampered with it.

He tried to find the tracker that was once buried in Jason's body, only to find that the applet had been wiped.

That piece of data triggered a self-destruct program. The Batcave was once hacked by Bane. Just in case, Bruce put a protective cover on all the information in the bat computer, and it would be automatically destroyed as soon as it was retrieved.

——This program was circumvented, but it was not completely avoided. The data was destroyed, but it did not affect other information.

People who can do this kind of thing must have the authority of the bat computer.

—he couldn't think of anyone else but Tim.

Ah Fu came over and stood aside: "Master Bruce, do you need me to remove this uniform?"

Bruce didn't even think about it: "No, Ah Fu, let it be placed here."

This uniform always reminded him of how big a mistake he had made, and also reminded him of how much Jason had been tortured before he died.

I owe this kid a tomorrow.

Jason was always a fighter, he was fighting until his death, when the bomb was counting down, before the explosion happened, he tried his best to untie his mother, and then used his body to shield her from the hot shock wave——

Sheila Heywood.

That woman didn't deserve so much time, and she shouldn't be the one who survived.

I missed my chance to personally apologize to Jason, but...thank a miracle to see my boy again.

Bruce buried his face in his hands and let out a long breath.

**

Jason didn't bother himself anymore, he went to the pharmacy and bought some scattered pills, swallowed them together with water, and took a hot bath, the effect of the medicine was very fast, and it didn't take long for him to feel his mind cleared up a lot .

Killing the clown is not enough, he wants Bruce to kill the clown for himself.

But this is not something that can be done so easily, and before again, he still has some accounts to settle with Bruce.

Like that new Robin—he now wants to hang that little bird on a gargoyle and cut his throat with a knife.

Preferably in front of Bruce.

"Todd."

As he was tapping away at the keyboard, there was a rude knock on the door.

"Come in by yourself." Jason paused slightly, turned around, and looked at the door inexplicably.

He said, "You know, Damian, I don't have time to play house with you this time."