[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

The system hesitated to speak: [...Killed Batman?it's not good. 】

It's not difficult to kill Batman, his terrifying lies in his inexhaustible wisdom and infinite backup plan, aside from these, he is just a fragile human being, not to mention for Jason, he is familiar with Bruce's Thinking patterns and behavior patterns can predict Batman's plan in advance.

System: 【Do you think killing him will make you feel better? 】

But the problem is that killing Bruce has no effect. It will only make Jason fall into endless regret. The system has experienced it before. Bruce faked his death before. When he walked the streets of Gotham, he felt that Bruce was branded everywhere. The hallucinations of Batman are everywhere, and this feeling almost drives him to schizophrenia.

and many more.

suspended animation?

Jason's voice contained anger: [That's right. 】

Ah... well, the system sighed, the past self was just a little lunatic, and it was useless to say anything.

System: [Then do it. 】

The system didn't stop Jason anymore. On the contrary, he also provided some help. There are still a few minutes before zero, and today's card drawing opportunity is still useless.

Can't be wasted.

The system cut off the communication with Jason, and his eyes quickly scanned the Batcave.

"You." He frowned, and raised his chin at the person who was repairing the Batmobile, "Do you still use this car?"

The opponent stopped moving, turned around, and his blue eyes darkened.

He playfully said, "Yes, but if you want it, it's not impossible."

system:……

"Stop."

The system turned his face expressionlessly.

The contrast is always extremely tragic, look at the little red bird on Jason's side, and look at his ghost here——

It's so annoying.

But something has to teleport there, and if it's Bruce... he should be fine?

Sure.

The system stood up. He was not very familiar with the newly replaced prosthetics, and he walked a little unnaturally. In the depths of the bat cave, there was a huge steel monster. The cylindrical components had no protective measures, densely packed with steel The blade was exposed and moved like the teeth of some strange creature.

——It is an improved shield machine.

The system resumed communication with Jason: [I'm going to draw a card once, remember to hide when the time comes. 】

Jason said nothing.

It's very interesting to draw cards this time... Remember to hide?It's like the system knows what to draw out.

But he didn't intend to hold on to the system's tells at this time, so he responded casually.

The system pretends to be a prototype: [Draw a card. 】

Jason's pupils shrank, and he rolled around on the spot, his posture was a bit awkward.

The shield machine was too big, and he was almost crushed under it.

The size of the Batmobile is comparable to a miniature truck, but the shield machine... this thing can be as big as ten Batmobiles.

System: [I guarantee that it is better than the Batmobile. If you want, you can even crush the old bat with people and cars into a pulp. 】

I tried, he thought.

**

Bruce is having a hard time right now.

It hadn't been 24 hours since the two-lose fight between him and Jason, and the gunshot wound on his body was already showing signs of cracking. The explosion he blocked for Jason might have injured his internal organs, and he would feel a dull pain when he moved.

His movements inevitably became sluggish, and his cloak seemed to be a little heavier as it was soaked in the rain.

He sneaked into the air vent of the building, his movements were crisp and neat, but his mind was a little blank.

Those mercenaries in Gotham are no longer a mass of scattered sand. These humble minions have twisted into an amazing force. Bruce knows that this is Jason's handwriting.

Batman's habitual way in and out was blocked, and the guard post began to operate, and the orders were issued one after another, and these stupid big men became difficult to deal with, even if they hid in the tunnel, they might encounter the searching guards.

"Well!"

A mercenary was knocked out by him without making a sound.

Bruce had too much to do, he only had one night, and if the Scarecrow couldn't be stopped by dawn, the poisonous fear would occupy every inch of the city.

focus.

He forced himself not to think about those green eyes that broke his heart.

Batman felt defeated for the first time.

Batman has fought against the most ferocious enemy, even Darkseid of Apocalypse didn't let him experience this feeling, Jason is not the most difficult opponent he has ever encountered.

But he just doesn't know what to do. Batman can solve a problem in a hundred ways, but he can't even pick up a pen in front of the test paper named Jason Todd.

I am sorry.

He can only apologize over and over again. In just a few days, he has apologized more than in the past few decades.

Bruce was reluctant to hurt Jason. Batman should stop the Red Hood and maintain order in Gotham, but he could only be a failed Bruce Wayne in front of Jason.

His fists lost strength, and he couldn't even utter a serious sentence.

He was so tired that he could only stand there, a silent target.

What Jason and he lacked before wasn't communication—it wasn't that Bruce couldn't express his thoughts, he just knew that it wouldn't work.

Jason didn't believe him anymore.

His children are both proud and humble.

He is so proud that he only allows everything to go according to his ideas, and does not allow situations beyond his cognition.

He was so inferior that he didn't want to believe that he could be saved, and he didn't want to grab any hand that was stretched towards him.

No matter what he does, he can only reap suspicion and misunderstanding from the other party. No matter how he analyzes himself, even if he takes out his heart and holds it in front of the other party, it will only be crushed mercilessly.

He will be in pain too.

He could only give up the conversation and let the other party vent his anger on him.

Maybe it will be fine after a while. Jason has suffered too much damage, and there is no way to do it.

—things are going from bad to worse.

Can I really piece together his broken soul?Batman asked himself.

Maybe not.

But even so, I have to save him, which no one can do except me-I can't put him there, even if time heals everything, it hurts too much.

He couldn't bear to let Jason stumble on his own, either burn himself, or knock himself scarred and wake up.

I need an uninterrupted conversation, after it's all over.

As Bruce planned, he dived into the airship.

But he didn't expect that this night would be so long.

……

From the outside, the Dark Knight is still impeccable in all aspects, but he is exhausted.

He is not Superman, he does not have a Man of Steel, he is not Wonder Woman, and he does not have the divine power bestowed by Zeus.

He is just a mortal.

Like tens of thousands of human beings, he is an ordinary person who needs to sleep and rest, will be tired and have limits.

Bruce couldn't remember how many tanks he had blown up tonight, and how many enemies he had knocked down—those mercenaries as many as ants swarmed towards him.

Cloudburst - anything gets ugly in Gotham, this air fuel bomb becomes a huge source of poisonous gas.

The mask cannot filter all the poisonous gas.

The Batmobile also scrapped one in the process, and after that...

He ran into Jason again, driving the Batmobile through the tunnels like a fleeing rat, and several times he came close to dying.

What made him sadder than the threat of death was the fact that Jason was going to kill him.

What should I do?

It was his mistakes that made it all happen, he made that little boy Robin, he made Jason into his own battles.

Jason wasn't traumatized after his resurrection—he was always angry, and the anger never stopped.

For a long time, Bruce has been tormented by a single thought.

...I wanted to prevent a talented criminal from appearing in Gotham in the future, but now, he is the one who fueled Jason's anger and created a super criminal with his own hands.

The inhaled poisonous gas affected Bruce, and his rationality, which was already dangling on the cliff, lost control a little.

"boom!"

Bruce raised his arm hastily, and the bullet hit his vambrace but missed.

The small metal particle was firmly stuck in his armor, and a round hole was drilled.

This means that his uniform has been damaged to the point of being unusable.

But his current physical condition is not optimistic, not to mention that he is not facing an ordinary sniper.

Bruce moved inside again, a fine layer of cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

Jason was on the other side, and Bruce hid in a visual blind spot, holding his breath and staring at that area with all his attention.

It won't take long to smash Bruce's head off.

He didn't know that the hidden dark knight was tired enough to show his flaws—in Jason's view, Batman would always be the invulnerable cloaked warrior with one enemy against one hundred.

Jason underestimated his own impact on Batman - this tiredness is not only physical, but also from the heart.

Bruce froze for another moment.

After inhaling the poisonous gas, he had hallucinations, and the fearful poisonous gas was eroding his past bit by bit.

A man who has not become a clown crying and falling into the chemical pool, the black muzzle of the gun in the crime alley, the broken rope of the circus, the robin covered in bruises, the child kneeling in front of the dead father—

It's all my fault.

"Batman! I've seen you!"

He was startled, and moved back a little nervously.

This is already an action Bruce made unconsciously.

He had only exposed a small piece of his cloak before, but this time, he exposed his entire body to Jason's gun.

But Jason made a mistake.

Somehow, the bullet didn't hit Batman's head as planned, it just hit the breastplate of the uniform.

That's where the uniform is most secure.

The system sighed again.

The moment the bullet ejected from the chamber, Jason's wrist trembled slightly - he didn't notice it himself, it was this tiny arc that made the sharpshooter make mistakes for the first time.

This is not an accident.

Jason didn't realize at all that even though he hypnotized himself over and over again so that the heart would become cast steel, his instinct had already made the choice for him.

Scarecrow's damn broadcast is still going on.

He is like a piece of chewing gum stuck to the sole of a shoe, jumping out from time to time to show his presence, but thanks to his voice, the Dark Knight is brought back to his sanity.

—Gotham still needs me.

When the bullet hit the breastplate, he was so dazed that he almost wanted to jump off and put himself in front of Jason's gun.

--no.

Gotham needs her knights.

Even if it's the last time.