[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Bruce stood there motionless.

The dark knight's cloak wrapped him tightly, and his back, which was always straight, was slightly bent, despite Jason's accusations.

The clown got shot, but just stopped saying those harsh words, and the shrill laughter kept coming out of his throat.

Bruce's silence was set off by the clown even more clearly.

Jason didn't get a response, and his emotions became even more uncontrollable. He rubbed his face with his hands, the blood on his fingertips stained his cheeks, and dripped down together with his sweat. He paused and changed his hand to wipe it off. .

There is no place for him to be clean, and he can only get dirtier and dirtier. The blood on his fist, some of his own and some of Bruce's, smeared on his face, rubbing it into a blurred red.

Bruce's feet under the cloak moved imperceptibly.

……

During the training, the young Robin was overturned on the ground like a kitten. He bent over like a fool, and while wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hands, he complained like a joke.

The little robin's blue eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and he could vaguely see the jewel-like light: "You caused me to hit my leg, and I will sleep here tonight!"

"I feel like my bones are breaking!" he yelled.

……

Jason in front of him had green eyes like two shattered glass balls. His shoulder was really shattered, but he could still hold the gun. Even though the already painful forehead was dripping with cold sweat, he didn't even shake his hand.

He said, "I thought, I thought I was the last person he killed—"

……

The young Robin moved his legs impatiently: "Old man, you are injured again."

He jumped down, holding a bundle of half-rolled bandages in his hand, and walked in his direction: "I'm going to kill these bastards sooner or later...God, if I'm by your side, you probably won't hurt It's so heavy."

……

Every word of the green-eyed young man seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "If you were the one who was in Ethiopia back then, if you were the one who killed the clown—"

He said: "Even if I had to tell myself, I'd send this guy to hell—is your moral code that important?"

More important than me?

Jason didn't say that.

Bruce hid his broken emotions, and his voice was extremely calm: "No, Jason, I thought about killing him."

Jason raised his lips mockingly: "Then?"

Bruce: "But I can't do that."

The green-eyed young man took a few breaths, obviously he has always been the one who took the initiative - he provoked all these things, before he could even drive Batman to an emotional breakdown, obviously he can get up immediately now, Fight Batman to the death.

But now, he felt that he had returned to that crime alley, and turned back into that weak child.

He was like a cluster of raging fire, suddenly being poured a basin of ice water over his head.

Those crazy thoughts were immediately cooled down, replaced by a kind of despondent fatigue, this kind of fatigue came so suddenly, but it had an overwhelming momentum.

I knew it was going to happen.

Batman—What's wrong with me to put myself on Batman's scale?

Jason didn't put the gun down, he held the gun stubbornly, but his voice was hoarse and terrible: "I don't want to know the reason why you stick to the principle, it's nothing more than that, but, I didn't say to kill Harvey Dante or Edward —just him."

"Just clowns," he repeated.

His voice became lower and lower: "Because he caused us to be separated forever."

Bruce turned his face sideways, his tone heavy but unshakable: "Sorry, I can't."

After hearing this sentence, Jason's face was blank, without any expression. He stopped looking at Batman, lowered his head, and looked at the stains on the ground.

I've known for a long time that it must be so.

He repeats it over and over in his mind, deluding himself so that the heartbreak won't be too obvious.

Jason's hand holding the gun was already injured, and he was holding on to confront Batman with a single breath before, but now that breath was suddenly taken away, and his fingers were quietly released before he noticed, the gun in his hand It fell to the ground with a clatter.

The black-haired young man didn't bother to pick it up either. He felt that he should smile now to look decent.

But the muscles on the face seemed to be frozen and could not be mobilized at all.

Bruce's lips were pursed into a cold and hard arc. He squatted down, and his hand, which was tightly wrapped in the armor, gently covered Jason's hand.

He said, "Jason, let me help you."

help me?

Jason moved his fingers.

I don't need your help, I'm fine—

What's wrong with me?To make each of you feel that I am your responsibility?

The shadow of the clown hit his field of vision, judging from the shape of that chin, he probably couldn't breathe from laughing.

Jason lifted Bruce's hand without attachment, stood up straight against the wall, pulled the clown in front of him at a speed that Batman couldn't react, and pointed another gun at the clown's temple.

Jason tapped the gun on the ground to Bruce's side.

The Dark Knight picked up the gun and held it by the handle in an extremely unprofessional manner, "I won't—"

"You choose, Joker or Robin?"

Jason's voice was cold, without any warmth, "If the clown is still alive, I will kill him."

"There's still an explosion at Robin's."

When Jason spoke, he used a declarative tone without any emotion in it, but his green eyes were quietly stained with a layer of mist, which wet the broken glass ball until The eye sockets were too full, and the eyelids blinked, and the long eyelashes were wet.

Bruce: "Jason!"

Jason began to count, and the short but powerful syllables crashed into Bruce's ears one by one.

"You know I won't—"

"I do not mind."

The countdown finally reached zero, and Jason ticked off his fingers, ready to send this green head to hell forever.

The system abruptly: [Turning to the right——]

There was a piercing sound of chilly air.

Before the system could finish speaking, Jason blocked the bat dart with his forearm.

The batarang cut through his uniform, digging shallowly into his arm.

System: [... Wait, it seems that you don't need me to remind you. 】

"Thank you for the bat dart." Jason said softly, he threw the gun away, and pulled it out as if he didn't feel any pain.

This action caused the wound to be injured twice, and the wound surface was also scratched wider.

After saying this, he used the bat dart to cut the clown's throat without any warning.

——cough, cluck...

The clown's trachea was cut wide open, the annoying laughter stopped abruptly, the heart was pumping blood, and a large stream of blood gushed out from the opening, and then sprayed on the ground.

Bruce turned around and rushed over, grabbing Jason by the collar: "You—"

"We're done." Jason said lightly, his green eyes looked up at him with some weird meaning, his hand behind his back shone in front of Bruce's eyes, and inside was a small detonator.

"Stop!"

Jason grinned and went straight to press the button.

There was a rapid beeping sound from the clown's body, Bruce's face changed, he picked up Jason, and rushed towards the nearest window at the limit speed he could.

Blazing, excessive heat and powerful impact.

When the dark knight smashed through the glass, he instinctively changed his posture, using his scarred body to tightly protect the scarred mockingbird in his arms.

On the system panel, Tim's character card was placed at the front. After seeing Bruce's movements, the system's hand was suddenly stuck in the air, unable to press the passive skill no matter what.

The batarang was like a fishbone that couldn't be pulled out, and he had been stalking him for many years. At this time, he had planned to teleport Tim out of the safe house so that he could stab Bruce in the heart again.

...Forget it, he sighed softly, and was about to withdraw his hand.

——The other hand held his wrist firmly from behind him, and with a tough gesture, forced his fingers to precisely land on Tim's passive skills.

"You're always soft-hearted when it matters most — that's why you've gotten to where you are today."

Seeing that skill flash a golden light, the owner of that hand said in a casual tone, "Don't underestimate Bruce."

A circle of fire suddenly appeared next to the ruins. From the outside looking in, one could vaguely see a corner of Jason's safe house.

When Bruce heard the sound, he raised his head subconsciously, and he pinched a few bat darts between his fingers, making a vigilant look.

He half-kneeled on the ground and moved forward to block Jason a bit more.

This ring of fire - the magic of Emperor Weishan?

It can't be the people of the temple, Gotham has always been their forbidden place, this city of crime is not suitable for mages to live in...

Dormammu's family?

All of a sudden, all kinds of people and things related to Visandi's magic flashed through Bruce's brain.

He was ready to meet the enemy, the Dark Knight had long been used to it, and fight and fight flowed seamlessly, never giving him a chance to breathe.

A foot in decent leather shoes stepped out of the portal.

Bruce's pupils contracted violently.

No, God, don't, don't—

Jason...?

He pressed his fingers hard, and the batarang cut through the armor and scratched his skin.

—Tim stepped cautiously out of the portal.

The little red bird was shocked by just one glance, and couldn't speak for a while. The scene in front of him was too tragic. Most of the walls of the crime alley were collapsed by the abandoned building. The traces were caused by high-intensity blasting. .

Bruce's mask has been broken, and the blue eye that was exposed, mixed with despair and joy, was replaced by extreme pain. His cloak has become a rag, blown by the wind, and his fangs and claws are frightening.

Batman's uniform was pure black, and it was impossible to see how much blood he had shed, but Jason was different... He was almost soaked in blood. The black-haired young man was lying behind Bruce with his eyes closed, under the torn uniform, There were deep wounds, and blood flowed out from inside. His already pale face looked even bloodless now, even his lips were pale.

One of Jason's hands was hanging on the masonry, his fingers curled up slightly, but he didn't have any strength.

Tim opened his mouth, but he didn't know where to ask, so he could only call the Dark Knight's name dully.

"—Bruce?"