[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Jason stared at the scope without blinking.

The eye sockets began to become sore, and his vision was a little blurred.

The Scarecrow babbled those bullshit, sometimes mocking Batman's incompetence, sometimes wanting Batman to suffer, he wants Batman to be tortured by fear, and complete his execution in full view.

Jason was upset and annoyed when he heard that, wishing he could break the scarecrow's neck, he could no longer concentrate as before.

Am I really going to kill him?

Yes, Bruce failed me, he couldn't save me in time, and couldn't wait to find a new Robin to replace me.

Jason found that he could no longer comfort himself with nice words.

Bruce, why didn't you come to my rescue?

He couldn't help thinking and assuming, what would it be like if Batman was really dead?

Gotham lost the Dark Knight, the Justice League lost its advisor, Alfred lost his son, Jason Todd...

lost home.

one more time.

Jason really hated Bruce, and really loved him. No matter what he did, he felt like he was being tortured in hell all the time. The memories of the past made him go crazy, but he couldn't find a way out.

Who can help me?

There is a narrow corner in his heart, where there is another Jason Todd, thin and weak, locked in an unknown place, always calling for help, but no one can hear the cry for help.

Except Bruce.

But Bruce has so much going on, he's busy saving Gotham, he's busy saving the world—it's like the cursed fate of a superhero.

Jason discovers that he may not be able to accept this world without Batman.

It's all right, he thought desperately.

I could die with you.

After this idea appeared, Jason calmed down suddenly, with a little light in his green eyes, he finally found an ending that had the best of both worlds.

Death is the fairest, where he will definitely get what he wants.

**

Bruce overwhelmed those hallucinations with his willpower, he can no longer hide here, time is running out, and the top priority is to deal with the Scarecrow first.

Jason's affairs can take a while.

The Dark Knight jumped from his hiding place, and when he landed, he subconsciously glanced in Jason's direction.

— something is different.

He and Jason were so far away that they couldn't see the expression on each other's faces clearly, but he just felt that way.

The sixth sense is frantically warning him.

Bruce suppressed his panic, and walked quietly to the window. He didn't know that Jason had already spotted him, but he didn't respond.

Let him go, Jason thought.

Batman's boots had already stepped on the window sill, but the moment his body leaned forward, a kind of panic that could make his whole body tremble spread from his brain, and then spread along the blood vessels throughout his body.

No!

You can't go!

The voice that suddenly appeared in his ears contained extreme pain. The pain was extremely painful, but it would make people numb. This voice was accompanied by a severe dizziness, washing over the dark knight's nerves.

Bruce paused for a few seconds, then looked out of the airship.

Gotham is too dark, it is the short period of time before dawn, and it is also the darkest time of the day. If you don't use night vision goggles, you can only see some vague outlines of buildings.

It's almost dawn.

Batman turned around suddenly, the black cloak slid in a sharp arc in the air, his face was sullen, and his teeth were clenched tightly.

Jason -

I always choose Gotham, so I can't give him up this time.

Gotham has other heroes besides Batman, and countless good people who have fought for it. For Gotham, Batman has never been irreplaceable.

But Jason was the only one.

Bruce didn't dodge any more, as if he was no longer worried that Jason would shoot him, he shot the hook upwards without thinking, and the rope was pulled to the longest, without any room for reservation.

After seeing Jason, the dark knight's pupils shrank violently.

The black-haired young man took off his hood, and he sat there very relaxed, with his back against the wall, the gun hanging loosely by his fingers, his head drooping slightly, and his slender neck bent into a nice arc.

Bruce felt a sudden chill in his heart.

The Dark Knight knows what it looks like in the last moments of someone who gives up everything.

His child has just entered the best years of his life, his appearance is like the young leaves on the branches of an olive tree, which has not yet completely turned dark green.

But inside he was exhausted, like a traveler with a dead heart, only longing for a moment of peace.

His soul is shattered, a dying star.

Bruce quickly put away the grapple gun and took two steps forward.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and held the black-haired young man's shoulder tightly, as if this action could grab him out of the atmosphere just now.

Bruce: "Jason!"

Jason sat there without moving, his eyelids didn't even tremble.

He didn't mean to react that way, he just... didn't hear it.

When Bruce stepped on the window, Jason looked away.

There is no point in entanglement any longer, so it's better to save yourself some dignity, even if you die, don't make yourself so ugly before you die.

He has seen the back of Batman too many times, Robin is always behind Batman, when Batman falls from a height, the cloak will unfold into a nice shape.

But never once did the figure of Bruce leaving make him so sad, that figure seemed to take away the breath he depended on to survive.

With a strong sense of suffocation, Jason felt that he sank to the bottom of Lazarus Pool again, and the green liquid enveloped him, and he would never be able to climb out.

Am I really alive?

Closely accompanied by suffocation is pain, bones, muscles, joints—every part of the body is full of subtle pain.

Am I still in that warehouse, and the previous ones were just something I dreamed up while I was breathing?

He laughed quietly.

Bruce touched Jason's face anxiously, trying to refocus Jason's eyes, but no matter how he called the other's name, the black-haired young man was like a puppet whose soul had been sucked out, and would not make any changes to the outside world. Respond halfway.

Bruce: "Jason! Wake up!"

He took Jason's hand and snatched the gun away. Normally, this move would make Jason jump up like a frightened rabbit, but now, he stretched his fingers obediently, allowing the other party to snatch him for self-defense. Tool of.

Bruce hoarsely said, "Let me help you, I know how it feels, please—"

give me one more chance.

Bruce: "Jason, you're Robin—"

do not do that.

He was also speechless, the dark knight squatted next to his child helplessly, and the omnipotent Batman was now more embarrassed than anyone else.

He and Jason were clearly next to each other, but they felt as far away as mountains and seas. The black-haired young man seemed to use a transparent cover to isolate himself from the world, cruelly refusing anyone to approach.

Bruce took a deep breath and moved forward again. Without warning, he stretched out his arms and hugged Jason tightly, as if this action would heal all the hurt.

Both of them were wearing cold armor, and metal on metal was uncomfortable, plus Bruce was using his strength again, so it wasn't a gentle hug in the normal sense.

But Bruce didn't know that he was never in a position to give Jason another chance.

He always has a chance.

It's never too late if he wants to.

Jason Todd is like a big dog that has been hurt, circling vigilantly under the eaves of the hut. He also wants to rush in and bite the person who hurt him hard, but when he really returns home, he will only nest By the fireplace, he bared his teeth symbolically.

"I'm in pain."

The sound was so light that you couldn't hear anything when the wind blew, Bruce froze suddenly, and slowly turned his head, as if his movement was too large to scare the other party.

Bruce: "Oh, oh, yes."

He thought he had strangled the other party, and hurriedly wanted to let go.

Jason moved slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled.

hallucinations?

Now he can't distinguish the boundary between real and false, and the surrounding things have turned into strange shapes. The sequelae of Lazarus Pond made his head hurt so badly that he was about to explode.

Bruce held the black-haired young man's face in his hands, staring carefully at those green eyes, he was afraid that something would happen to Jason in front of him again.

Bruce: "Are you hurt - look at me, can you see me?"

Jason: "Of course."

In his vision, Bruce was as clear as the sun in the sky, and the surroundings were blurry, constantly changing shapes, and only Batman was a stable coordinate.

Bruce noticed that the empty green eyes were filled with a smile, but the smile was so inappropriate it seemed oddly over the top.

Bruce whispered, "What's so funny?"

He asked the same question not long ago, but the tone was completely different.

Jason didn't answer the question, but reached out and held Bruce's wrist: "You're back."

He had already regarded Bruce as his own hallucination—and it could only be an illusion. Batman had gone to save Gotham, and the one in front of him should be Bruce Wayne.

The Bruce Wayne who would make him cream of mushroom soup and who would care if he was cold.

There is no need to force yourself in front of your own hallucinations, after all, it is really tiring.

Jason said normally: "Why are you still wearing this ugly armor?"

Bruce froze.

In the next second, a huge pain erupted in his blue eyes, his brain buzzed, and he lost all feeling.

The world's number one detective understands what's going on without even thinking about it.

What did he do to make the other party think that he was an illusion?

Bruce staccato: "...I'm sorry."

Jason frowned: "Hurry up, I don't want to see Batman."

He waved his hand roughly as if he was going to wave away something annoying. After all, in his cognition, hallucinations are just a lucid dream, and they can change as they want.

Bruce said in a low voice, "I'm not hallucinating."

Jason sneered: "Impossible."

He stared at Bruce stubbornly with green eyes: "I want Bruce."

The black-haired young man pursed his lips, thought for a while, and added another sentence.

"Just Bruce."

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