[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Bruce shook his head weakly at Tim.

Batman didn't need to ask Tim what happened. He was the best detective in the world. The moment he saw the little red bird, the cause and effect of the incident were properly connected.

Bruce gritted his teeth uncontrollably, even so, a slight whine escaped from the Dark Knight's throat.

He turned around, took off his gloves, and touched Jason's face. Without the barrier of the fabric, he only felt that Jason's body was terribly cold.

What have I... done?

I should have seen that it was all fake...

But I don't see it—

The direct cause is worry about Tim's safety, but the deep-seated reason...he doesn't trust Jason.

He didn't believe Jason wouldn't lay hands on Tim, he didn't believe Jason was just trying to play a nasty joke on him.

Jason, his kid was just looking for an answer to himself—

Tim came over and wanted to bandage the wounds of the two, but he only had a roll of bandages on his body. As soon as he took it out, Bruce took it, tore off a piece and wrapped it gently around Jason's wrist.

Tim: "Bruce, where is the Batmobile, I'll take you back."

Bruce's voice was hollow: "It's almost here."

As if masochistic, he thought about Jason's affairs over and over again. For a while, he saw the cruel smile of the green-eyed youth, and for a while, he saw the lively figure of the little robin. How beautiful the past was, how painful the reality was.

The dark knight's blue eyes were hollow, and his heart had become numb due to excessive pain. He really wanted to yell at Jason, asking him why he did this, why he used such a tragic way to test something——

But he failed Jason's test, and once again he let his child down.

Batman is omnipotent. As a superhero, he can always successfully protect Gotham. He can go to the universe to fight for a grand victory.

But Bruce Wayne, is just a failed father.

Tim cautiously: "I found out that Jason has captured the clown, and now he..."

"He's dead," Bruce said.

After being reminded by Tim, Bruce thought of the clown. There is no doubt that, as the center of the explosion, the clown is estimated to have been bombed without even a corpse. To give people back to life.

Tim said dryly: "Oh... it's good to be dead."

Bruce was not happy about the death of the clown, nor did he feel relieved, on the contrary, the death of the clown was like a stone, weighing heavily in his stomach.

Batman doesn't think sticking to his principles is wrong...but, but he failed Jason, broke him from the inside out, and he actually made a choice - checked the option to give up Jason.

"Looks like he's a little bit luckier than me," he said.

"I thought I was the last person he killed," he said.

He said: "If you were me, I would do anything to avenge you."

"We're done," he said.

Of course, your bones were broken by the clown back then, but your imitation show was just a fake video, and your death was all because the clown wanted to take revenge on me, if I never dragged you into this dangerous World, you're probably just starting college right now, your life's just beginning—

rather than as it is now.

Forcibly dug himself out of the grave, lying in the ruins covered in bruises, despite the suffocating madness that never ceases to wash away his reason, and there is nothing but gunpowder smoke left around him——

We're done—Bruce lowered his eyes, staring blankly at the ground, knowing full well that he'd lost Jason again.

They'll never be what they used to be, and there will always be one missing from Wayne's family portrait.

He would have had a chance to make amends, he could have given his child a hug and told him, I miss you so much, it's time to go home.

Every wound on Jason's body was made by him, and he almost killed his child himself.

The black-haired young man was lying on the ground, his eyelids were closed, his face looked unexpectedly calm, and he couldn't tell that just a few minutes ago, he was still in hysterical madness. Bruce stared at Jason's face, watching, Bending down uncontrollably, the dark knight put his forehead against Jason's hand and trembled silently.

……sorry.

The Batmobile slid towards them silently, and Bruce slowly supported Jason's shoulders, trying to help him into the car. No matter what they would become in the future, the most urgent thing was that Jason needed proper treatment.

Jason's eyelids moved slightly, and he coughed intermittently. The fact that someone was touching him, even in a coma, made him instinctively on guard.

The first reaction of the black-haired youth was to retreat, and then shrink himself into a defensive posture.

"...Don't be afraid, Jason."

Jason only felt pain all over his body, and the voice in his ears... had a sense of reassurance, which seemed to have been with him for a long time, giving him an unparalleled sense of security.

I'm so tired, I wish I could sleep.

He frowned, his sanity gradually returning to the furnace.

The touch on the fingertips was very familiar. He swiped and pulled his fingers twice, as if he had touched something smooth and soft.

This is... a cloak?

Batman's cape!

He opened his eyes suddenly, and elbowed Bruce. Bruce was also injured too much. He didn't notice it for a while, and Jason broke free. Jason subconsciously touched the gun as soon as he was free. But nothing was touched.

Jason only felt that his head was in a mess. Driven by pain and anger, he clenched his fists, and his face was full of desperate despair.

He looks at Bruce with broken green eyes: "Get away from me—"

When he said this, he gasped violently. Bruce wanted to step forward, but was frightened by Jason's reaction and stayed where he was.

The dark knight was at a loss: "Jason, before I..."

Jason: "Shut up!"

Bruce shut up.

Seeing that Bruce was no longer trying to speak, Jason felt a little better. He took two more breaths to calm himself down, and took a few steps back.

Bruce wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a voice.

"Good evening, citizens of Gotham."

It was a broadcast, and the owner of the sound was his old friend.

Jonathan Klein, aka Scarecrow.

Bruce's eyelids twitched, knowing that something was going to happen, he ignored Jason and started tapping the communicator on the arm armor.

The light screen flickered and bounced in the air, and the scarecrow wrapped in a tattered hood, with his face hidden in the shadows, kept making speeches.

"...Poison gas is everywhere, fear will destroy Gotham City, you still have one day."

"Batman can't save you."

After the broadcast ended, a loud bang exploded in the northeast direction.

Tim glanced at it and said solemnly, "It's the ACE factory."

He turned his head, only to find that Jason took advantage of the sound of the explosion and shot a claw in the distance. The little red bird was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Your injury—"

He leaned forward, trying to stop Jason, but Bruce stopped him.

Bruce said, "Don't push him."

Tim didn't understand why Bruce was doing this, and squeezed his fingers anxiously, but when he saw the expression on Bruce's face, he stopped talking.

Bruce looked broken. Tim suspected that if Jason tried to kill him at this time, the Dark Knight would just raise his head calmly and put his neck under Jason's gun.

Tim could only comfort him in vain: "...Bruce, don't do this."

The Dark Knight closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all his emotions were contained in the mask.

Bruce: "I'm fine."

He's got another fight to contend with, and Gotham needs him.

**

Jason first ran on the roof, jumping with the claw gun, but his shoulder injury prevented him from using this method again, so he could only fall to the ground, and staggered as soon as his feet were firmly planted.

It hurts so much.

He didn't expect the scarecrow to broadcast at such a time, which was much earlier than they planned, and what he had promised to the big blue bird hadn't been done yet.

Yes... He and the Scarecrow are in a cooperative relationship. Before he was so angry that he wanted to kill the whole Gotham, he made such a plan with the Scarecrow. He originally planned to solve the Scarecrow after killing the clown——

But now he doesn't really want to deal with the Scarecrow anymore.

Jason now just wants to get revenge on Bruce, and he can do it in any way. Gotham is what he cares about most, so show him the destruction of Gotham.

It is his plan to give a 24-hour warning in advance, so that ordinary people in Gotham will leave, and only garbage will be left behind, and it doesn't matter if they are killed.

He did not continue to use the name Red Hood, after all, this title is only used to disgust Bruce, in this plan, his code name is Arkham Knight.

In one day, the wound didn't heal much, but apart from a little pain, it didn't affect much.

Jason walked another way, his appearance could only appear in the dark alleys of Gotham, but these places were dangerous enough, everyone wanted to bite off a piece of meat from the injured hapless ghost.

There were footsteps following behind him.

With a sullen face, Jason quietly took out an electric shock stick and tensed his muscles calmly.

Ahead is a corner.

He pretended that nothing happened and turned around, dodged, quickly pressed against the wall, and moved his fingers to the switch.

But the footsteps seemed to stop, and there was no movement for a long time.

bang, bang——

The sound seemed like a human body fell to the ground. After the sounds disappeared, the surroundings returned to silence.

Jason licked his deep teeth.

The most terrifying thing is always unknown. The black-haired young man squatted down with one hand on the wall, and moved forward without any trace. After finding a suitable angle, he poked his head out quietly——

A few burly men were stacked together like broken sacks, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

Oh... oops.

Jason swallowed. It is possible to meet anyone in Gotham at night, but the guy who can easily bring down these people——

He turned around suddenly, the electric shock baton glowed with blue light, the black-haired young man raised his hand, and shot down heavily——

Boom!

The electric shock baton fell to the ground, Jason's wrist was pinched, and someone used a clever gesture to restrain him in a small space.

"Little Wing? What's going on here?"

Dick hooked his lips, and there was no smile in his blue eyes.

He was going crazy with anger.