[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

He broke down.

Jason read the meaning accurately from Bruce's face.

The white goggles and mask covered most of the dark knight's face, but on the exposed part of him, every line of his line was engraved with intense pain.

Batman never does things emotionally, no, the way the dark knight does it always makes people wonder if he still has emotions, whether it's celebrating or mourning, he just rolls up his cape, hides in the shadows, and his lips are tightly pursed , can not see the slightest joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

How could someone be so cruel?Is he really human?

Green Lantern once joked on the watchtower: "We are all freaks, but Batman is definitely the weirdest one."

Bruce is known as the backup plan of the Justice League. He is always invincible, strong and steady. This has also been proved to be the truth by practice time and time again.

- Batman is omnipotent.

——So, no one will think about whether Batman will also collapse.

--how is this possible?

He didn't even have a human heart, so how could a heart made of steel be destroyed by external forces?

The Dark Knight is like a robot that has been input with instructions. It can always discard all emotional factors and calculate the optimal solution based on reason alone.

Only a very few people know that Batman is just a human being, a human being who can get hurt, helpless, and collapse.

Bruce Wayne wasn't born Batman either, no one is born a rock.

Fortunately, Jason is one of those few people. He knows Batman's weakness, knows that the Dark Knight would rather die by himself than hurt the people around him, and he knows where to stab the knife to make Bruce hurt. out of breath.

I am hurting him.

I also managed to hurt him.

After realizing this, a kind of extremely excited pleasure flowed through every blood vessel in his body, Jason didn't realize it, his fingers were trembling.

"Do not--"

Bruce's voice was low, but exuded extreme pain.

Bruce took a few steps forward, squatting on the ground, with a bit of embarrassment hidden in his steps, the dark knight squatted down, and the cloak hanging behind him fell limply on the ground, and he picked up the one that Jason threw over before. A small metal block, press to light up the screen.

Jason looked down at Bruce, put his hand on Bruce's shoulder, and patted him hypocritically.

He smiled and said, "I really hope that little bird's body isn't too ugly."

The green-eyed youth sensitively felt that the muscles under his hands were tensing and gradually becoming hard.

Jason: "But you should have experience in this matter. It's just digging out the corpse from under the rubble and putting it in the coffin."

He sneered.

"Funerals—you're all too familiar with that, aren't you?"

Bruce raised his head and stared at Jason with an unprecedented strange gaze.

He said, "You can come at me—anything—"

Bruce's sentences were intermittent and out of shape. It was hard to imagine that there would be a day when the Dark Knight couldn't even form a complete sentence.

He said, "I owe you, but why—"

You can get back at me all you want, why bring Tim into this?

Bruce's next sentence seemed to be choked into his throat, and he couldn't get it out.

Jason's eyes were as cold as ice, and his voice was indifferent: "Because I want to do this, because you are Batman."

If he's already in hell, there's no reason Bruce is still up there.

Time for the second act, he thought.

The small metal block suddenly made the sound of something falling to the ground. Bruce's pupils shrank violently, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed it tightly as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

There is a pile of collapsed bricks and stones on the screen, and the top pieces are falling down.

Something is pinned down.

Bruce's eyes behind the goggles widened slightly, and the grief on his face hadn't dissipated, and some faint hope surfaced again. The two emotions mixed together, making him look indescribably weird.

—Please, it must be Tim.

It has to be Tim.

He had already lost one child and could not afford to lose another.

The bricks shook more and more violently, a hand covered with scars and twisted bones protruded from under the bricks in a struggling posture.

This is entirely from Jason's personal experience. He knows what it's like to open a grave with his bare hands. Because of this, the produced image can hide from Bruce.

Bruce's fingers creaked the small metal block.

The hand pulled out a small space, the fingernails were lifted, blood and dust were mixed together, the camera was pushed forward, and moved closer to the small space.

In the darkness, a faint blue can be seen.

Bruce gasped silently.

—the color...is Tim's eyes.

There was still a faint light in that eye, and the pain in it was too much to hide. Just looking at it, Bruce felt his heart hurt badly.

Jason: "Oh... It seems that he is a little luckier than me? But I don't think he is very lucky. By the time you find him, the bird's body will probably be completely cold."

He said in a mocking tone, "You are late."

He thought the stabbing was not enough, so he added: "Once again."

Bruce quickly opened the arm armor and contacted Ah Fu: "Find Robin—"

Bruce couldn't finish his sentence, a violent explosion appeared at his feet, and even a batsuit couldn't stop an explosion of this scale.

Jason's voice was full of malice: "You want to leave? No, no, no... things between us can't end yet."

Bruce was knocked aside by the shock wave from the explosion, and his back hit the building heavily, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, he propped up his body with his hands, and wanted to leave.

One after another bombs exploded around him.

The smoke made the darkness thicker.

Bruce opened his mouth. This time, even people who don't know him can hear the despair and collapse in Batman's voice.

He said, "Please—Jason."

Jason: "No."

Bruce: "I've got to go—"

His sanity was already crumbling on the cliff, and the footsteps of Death kept echoing in his ears.

Batman's request has reached the point of humbleness, he has never said this to anyone, even if he is buried in the grave, he has never prayed for anything, but Jason has not softened in the slightest, on the contrary, he is so happy that he can't wait to put This scene was recorded, as his best trophy, and then placed on the display shelf.

Jason: "What? You think you'll make it in time? You think I'll allow it?"

He rolled his lips, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth could not be defined as a smile.

Jason: "It's not impossible... If you want to get out of here, Batman, kill the Joker."

clown.

This name seems to have brought back Bruce's reason. He stood up, his pure black cloak curled up sharply, and was blown by the night wind. When I saw it, I was too scared to speak.

Jason: "Oh...you think I'm like those criminals? Do you think your tricks work for me? Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Bruce?"

He let the name roll across his tongue playfully.

Bruce said coldly, "Try it."

Jason turned his head to the side. As long as he slowed down a bit, the black bat dart would be embedded in his shoulder.

Bruce didn't hold back his hand again this time, and every punch was aimed at the vulnerable parts of the human body. Electric shock traps were spread all over the feet of the two of them. The corrosive liquid passed through the air and then fell to the ground, corroding and making a hissing sound.

Jason tried to put distance with guns and bullets, but that alone wasn't enough.

He armed himself into a walking arsenal, but he still failed to gain an advantage in front of Bruce. The shell was fired, and a large hole was blown out of the load-bearing wall, and half of the roof was smashed down from above.

The moment Jason was approached by Bruce, he used his arms to protect himself. Although he protected his soft internal organs, he fell backwards uncontrollably. He twisted his waist in the air and fired his claws. It smashed the glass and rolled twice on the ground.

"fantastic!"

The clown let the broken glass scratch his face, and shook his head excitedly, blood was thrown out and splashed on the ground.

"I'm the only audience for this drama! What a majesty - bats and birds, I love that combination."

Jason rolled twice on the ground with difficulty, before he could stand up, a heavy blow landed on his shoulder.

"hiss."

Hope the bones aren't broken, he thought.

But Batman didn't have a good time, he took this opportunity, raised his swollen hand, aimed at the connection of the batsuit's plate armor, and pulled the trigger precisely.

"Uh--"

Bruce just squeezed out a little sound from his throat, even though the bullet had embedded himself in his body, his movements showed no tendency to slow down.

Jason still couldn't beat Bruce. After he smashed three walls, even with the blessing of Lazarus Pool, it was difficult to get up immediately.

Bruce: "I'm sorry I let you down."

Jason lay on the ground gasping for breath. Hearing this sentence, he felt extremely ridiculous.

Huh... It's a tradition in our family to beat each other badly and then talk this shit?

Jason: "Shut up."

Bruce turned a deaf ear: "Jason... I tried my best to save you, and I still do."

Jason: "Shut up."

Bruce: "Sorry."

Jason took off his mask, threw it in Bruce's direction, raised his hand, and aimed his gun between Bruce's eyebrows.

"I never blamed you for my own death. I was so stupid. He lied to me that my mother was there—I sent it to my door to be killed by the clown."

"What am I to you? Partner, soldier, bug?"

"You said sorry—"

"Why is the clown still alive?"

When Jason said this, Bruce couldn't help clenching his teeth, he let go of his hand, and restrained himself from wanting to step forward.

He stumbled up from the ground, opened the broken wardrobe door with his hands, grabbed the clown forcefully, and dragged him out to the ground.

The clown froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Who's going to take a group photo for us? This kind of meaningful scene, so I can reminisce for a while in Arkham—"

"I told you to keep quiet."

A bullet pierced the clown's leg. The bullet rubbed against the barrel at high speed, and a small puff of white smoke slowly emitted from the muzzle in Jason's hand.

Bruce didn't stop him.