[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Bruce leaned back, crossed his legs, and crossed his fingers in a condescending, controlling gesture.

For Jason, Batman and Nightwing are two different positions. Nightwing is the object of worship, the best Robin, and the target he chases after, but Batman represents authority and command. A kind of superior existence, when Batman reprimands Robin, he will not think Bruce is a paranoid lunatic like Dick, he will only reflect on whether he is not good enough.

Maybe Jason himself didn't realize this, but his every move showed this meaning. He is an obedient Robin, and his obedience to Batman is engraved in his bones. He's been at odds over his use of excessive violence against criminals - he's always been good.

When Jason was Robin, he was very worried that he would let Batman down - a combination of billionaire and Crime Alley street, which is too strange!Whether as Batman or as Bruce Wayne, he would worry about whether he was out of tune with the other party, and worried that his existence would make the other party suffer criticism, but Bruce used his unique method to dispel this fear.

Bruce gave Jason everything he could, including the most precious trust.

Little Jason was almost dazzled by this special treatment. When Dick ran away from home, he deliberately ran all the way to Titan, like a little peacock with its tail feathers up, thinking it was a secret to show off. Fan.

Lucius backed out quietly, the Arkham Knight was obviously an acquaintance with Batman, he was just a loyal old buddy who never wanted to get involved in Batman's personal affairs.

Seeing Lucius leaving, Bruce raised his hand and adjusted his cuffs slowly, but Jason took a step back suddenly.

Bruce stopped, paused slightly, and said slowly, "What do you think I'm going to do?"

Jason said calmly, "It seems that the person talking to me now is Batman?"

Tim gripped his stick tightly, ready to stop it.

Bruce's eyes darkened, and the ice blue eyes were like the surface of the sea before a storm, which could set off huge waves at any time.

Batman is a person who is emotionally restrained to the extreme, and because of this, Jason feels like an outdated sack or a replaceable part, which is kicked away by him after it is useless. Now Batman just because of His strong sense of responsibility, out of a lofty sense of justice, stopped a criminal.

But that's not the case.

If Jason's love is compared to a prairie fire, then Bruce's love is an iceberg, only a small piece is exposed, and the rest is hidden under the sea level.

Bruce's love is deformed and terrifying. Dick once chose to leave because he couldn't accept this kind of love, and Jason lost this opportunity before he could have the same feeling as Dick. In his opinion, Batman is normal and stable.

Batman is steady, but Bruce Wayne is slipping into the abyss a little bit every day.

Jason's death drove Bruce almost crazy. He blamed Jason's death on himself, and recalled the details of the robin's death over and over again like masochistic. Every night when he was awakened by nightmares, he thought, If only the clown had been killed back then.

Bruce didn't answer Jason directly: "Do you think I'm Batman?"

He stared at Jason's hard helmet without blinking, as if he, too, had superhuman clairvoyance, able to see through the metal and see Jason's expression.

A depressive aura emanated from him.

I've pampered him too much, Bruce thinks, but the guilt sticks in his throat and keeps him from doing anything else.

It's all my fault for making him what he is today.

He knew what Jason wanted, but he could never give Jason what he wanted. He could respond, but he couldn't really respond.

This approach made Jason even more painful.

And Jason was like a soft barb to him, an inevitable catastrophe, directly stuck in the most defenseless place, reluctant to pull it out, he could only let the wound abscess and rot day by day.

He couldn't accept Jason's depravity day by day, let alone Jason's choice to degenerate because of Batman.

You can take revenge on me, but it's between us.

You should be that clean and spotless robin.

Bruce knows his own influence on Jason - as long as it is not in front of him, Jason is a man with ease and crispness, flowers and cold arrows can't move him at all, but in front of him, he is no better than the little boy back then how much to grow.

Jason was too young, he thought he could control himself, he thought the lives lost would not affect him.

But Batman has seen too much. He has seen too many good people fall into the abyss under a single thought. Once he crosses that line, he may really not be able to go back.

All things begin with one.

At the beginning, he killed serious criminals, then went to common criminals, and then went to those who violated the justice he believed. If he fought with the dragon for too long, he would become a dragon himself. If he stared at the abyss for too long, the abyss would stare back.

Bruce takes a slow breath, trying to get self-control back into his brain.

"Jason, I'm trying to save you, and I always will."

Jason didn't appreciate it at all: "Help me?"

He said in a derisive tone, "Old man, I didn't work so hard to get out of my grave just to hear your bullshit."

Bruce choked heavily.

He closed his eyes, trying to suppress the anger.

"You don't understand, I don't care whether these scumbags are dead or alive." He cast a cold glance at the silent corpse on the ground, "The point is that you crossed the line."

Jason sneered.

He heard the best joke in the world: "I crossed the line? So what is the great Batlord going to do? Lock me up in Arkham?"

Bruce's voice was chilly: "Is it funny?"

He finally stood up from his chair and walked towards Jason, the heels of his leather shoes colliding with the floor, each knock danced on Jason's nerves.

Jason's body stiffened unconsciously for a moment, but soon became annoyed by this fact.

what am i hiding

I'm no longer Batman's sidekick—

Bruce walked up to Jason and stood still, looked him up and down, and finally stopped at the pointed ears on top of the helmet.

He said lightly: "What's so funny?"

Bruce's tone angered Jason, he clenched his fist and slammed it hard at Bruce's face.

Bruce shook his body expressionlessly, and his fist was empty. The Dark Knight didn't intend to fight Jason without equipment.

"Are you asking me if I'm going to put you in Arkham?" Bruce stated calmly, "Yes, I really want to—"

"No, Arkham is only for lunatics, Jason, you should be in Blackgate Prison."

Jason wanted to punch Bruce without thinking about it, but this time Bruce didn't dodge, he blocked Jason's arm precisely, and then controlled it briefly for a second or two with fighting skills before letting go.

"But it's being Batman," he said.

Jason was startled, as if frozen by these words.

Bruce: "I don't understand why you want to talk to Batman-my two identities have never been separated from you. Batman's choice is the same as Bruce Wayne."

"I just hope you're doing well," he said.

Jason took two sharp breaths.

Live well, how can he live well?Be a proper Robin?To be a stable and interesting family member?Maintain that hypocritical illusion that everyone is good?

fuck you.

His swearing words rose to the mouth of his throat, but he couldn't say anything, the cold and hard shell wrapped around his heart was cracked by Bruce's two or three knocks.

You want me to live well, so why can't you be nice to me?

He squeezed his fingers tightly, but he was afraid that this action would show his wavering, so he quickly let go, afraid that his voice would tremble when he spoke, so he said nothing.

Bruce: "I want to protect you, Jason, let me help you."

After speaking, he tentatively stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Jason.

Jason dodged the hand as if on fire, and swallowed painfully, his throat rolling, as if swallowing a knife.

Sober up, Jason Todd.

"boom!"

All the messy thoughts in his mind were interrupted by the loud noise. Wayne Building had a high and wide view. Looking out the window, the source of the explosion was Naihe Island in Gotham.

In this case, Naihe Island could only explode for one reason.

--prison Break.

The faint softness on Bruce's face quickly disappeared, and he put on the cold and resolute mask that belonged to Batman.

Without another word, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Jason's mental state was already on the verge of collapse. Seeing Bruce's actions, he reflexively wanted to stop him.

Bruce dodged and said in a tone that was almost scolding: "Jason!"

"Let me go!" he ordered.

I knew it would be like this, Jason sneered and flipped the safety on the gun, Batman is always talking shit - hypocrisy is disgusting!

He only cared about Gotham, those lunatics, and his illusory lofty ideals!

"No, Bruce, don't even think about going anywhere today." Jason aimed at the hideous figure in front of him, and pulled the trigger one after another.

His hands were steady, but his voice was trembling.

Tim sighed, picked a suitable moment, and stood in front of Bruce. The bullets couldn't break through the bulletproof layer of Robin's uniform. Although he might be beaten badly by Jason afterwards, he had to do it now.

Bruce leaned down, flipped the huge desk away, and kicked the edge of the desk again. The desk slammed into the middle of Tim and Jason, diverting their attention.

In that split second, he disappeared.

Jason withdrew his fist, and since Bruce was gone, it was pointless for him and Tim to fight here.

The two stood silently.

Tim wants to say something, but he knows it's useless, and only Bruce can fix that.

Jason's entire body is wrapped in the uniform, which saves him and creates the illusion that the Arkham Knight is at peace.

Under the hood, there was a kind of mad excitement on his face, pain and joy mixed together, almost going crazy.

He said to the system: 【I want to kill him. 】