[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

The Dark Knight: "You want Bruce...is he nice to you?"

Bruce's blue eyes revealed a deep blankness.

All he did was to make Jason better, but why was he the one who hurt Jason the most in the end?

His child has survived the torture of the clown, he can struggle to climb out of the coffin, even the pool of Lazarus can't defeat him, this person who can't be conquered by death is now tortured by his own hands Holes, tattered.

Bruce would rather Jason question him angrily, mock him, and drive the shield machine to crush the Batmobile as before, rather than see him like this.

Jason: "Bruce? Of course he treats me well."

Jason: "He's been the best man in the world to me - I miss him so much."

This sentence turned Bruce into a stiff stone.

He squatted wearily in front of Jason, and the hand held by Jason dropped dejectedly.

Bruce and Batman, in the eyes of Jason, who is tortured by hallucinations, are already two separate identities. Bruce represents the past, cookies and a warm home, and represents what he is most attached to in this life and what he desires the most. Of things, Batman represents the present, represents the cold reality, represents the never-ending suffering and pain.

In his past, Batman symbolized the hope in the nightmare, but now, Batman is his nightmare.

Yes, Jason Todd's life is like being cursed, and the good days he has lived are few and far between. He once thought he had everything - but everything is like a gift from fate, and the price has already been secretly marked , he accepts them, and he will spend his whole life repaying them.

In those good days, Batman and Bruce were one person, but when he came back, Batman suddenly changed.

Bruce's hands trembled slightly. In that position, he sat awkwardly beside Jason, and then slowly took off the gloves. The uniform gloves were made of the hardest metal, and Bruce only had one hand to move. There is a small part that cannot be touched, and it has not been removed after picking it for a long time.

Jason blinked, and urged Bruce again, telling him to take off this ugly uniform quickly.

But Bruce still couldn't promise him.

Bruce: "...I'm sorry, I have to wear it."

Batman's true identity is Bruce Wayne, which must always be a secret. Once his identity is revealed, those villains who can't hurt him will turn to hurt those around him. Bruce can't bear this risk.

His voice was hoarse and soft: "I am Bruce."

When he said this, because of the extreme pain, he turned his eyes away, no longer staring at those green eyes like broken glass beads.

He originally thought that Jason would refute him. After all, he was still wearing this armor. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see the shadow of Baby Bruce.

He couldn't even give his child a softer hug.

Contrary to his expectations, Jason accepted this fact easily.

He obediently: "Okay, whatever you say is what you say."

The dark-haired young man's tone contained strong trust. In fact, Bruce would only nod whatever he said now, and his posture was exactly the same as Robin in the past.

Jason is not as uncomfortable now as Bruce imagined.

On the contrary, he was so happy that he felt as if he had lost weight, and his whole body seemed to be trapped in light clouds. The cold and hard metal around him disappeared and was replaced by the lounge of Wayne Manor, although those details were vague. Vaguely—because he couldn't remember much of those things.

In short, everything in this world has become very unreal, including Bruce in front of him... although the Batman uniform is still an eyesore.

It's okay.

Because the person in front of him must be Bruce, and only Bruce would choose him.

As long as it's Bruce, it doesn't matter if he's wearing a Batman costume.

When Bruce came over, those pains seemed to become particularly intense in an instant.

For example...it's like being comforted by someone when you're sad, and you'll feel like crying.

The reason for this is simple - Bruce will understand him, and the existence of the other party means that he is accepted and understood, but in this way, the emotions he has endured for a long time exploded with a bang.

But when he said that I was in pain, the pain disappeared completely, which was more miraculous than any miracle in the world.

Is it such a beautiful thing to be immersed in hallucinations?

It feels so good to be crazy.

Bruce felt that he was cold and hot for a while, thrown into the fire for a while, and fell into the ice hole for a while. Every second was a torment for him.

But this pain can make him feel better.

The Dark Knight is too introverted, even if the pain is almost suffocating, he seems to be a little lower than usual at most, just like Bruce was born lacking a nerve that can express emotions, the more injured he is, the harder his shell becomes. Thick, even if Bruce Wayne wants to die, Batman is still invincible.

The two of them didn't speak, and sat quietly next to each other.

The atmosphere lasted a long time—or maybe a short time, since neither of them could sense the passage of time, after all.

"...Jason? Bruce?"

Bruce raised his eyes and moved his lips, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start.

All he could do was call out the visitor's name in a low voice: "...Dick."

The big blue bird seemed to have experienced a fierce fight. The uniform that was originally clean was now severely damaged, and half of the wings of the blue bird on its chest were stained with blood.

Dick leaned over on a half-squat and half-kneeling: "God... what's wrong with you?"

He was so flustered that his voice became a little anxious.

Jason hung his head, he couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, but Bruce—Dick could always know what Bruce was thinking, the dark knight was numb from pain, and his blue eyes were full of despair.

What happened to cause Bruce to become like this?

Some extremely bad hypotheses were circling in Big Blue Bird's mind. Regardless of his dirty gloves, he stretched out his hand and touched Jason's carotid artery.

--fine.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but the remaining half breath was still hanging in the air with fear.

Dick: "Tell me, Bruce, what the hell is going on?"

Bruce calmly: "I hurt him, and now he thinks I'm hallucinating."

Dick was taken aback.

Hallucination?He wiped his hands with his clothes, held the back of Jason's head, and lifted his face up, tentatively: "Hey, Little Wing, it's me, don't tell me you don't recognize who I am."

Jason gave him a dull look.

"Oh." Dick let out a meaningless gasp.

He forcefully squeezed between Bruce and Jason, touched Jason's forehead, and after confirming that he didn't have a fever but just a mental problem, the big blue bird pursed his lips uncomfortably.

Forget it.

He turned around: "Bruce, you should know that this is all the clown's fault."

Although Dick has broken with Bruce for a long time, he doesn't want to see anyone in the Bat family sad. Big Blue Bird's heart will always become softer than anyone else when he meets someone he cares about.

Bruce paused for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry, Dick."

Dick frowned: "Didn't I just say that? This is a clown..."

"No." Bruce interrupted him: "I'm apologizing to you for everything I did before."

Dick's eyes widened slightly, as if surprised by the sudden apology.

Big Blue Jay said dryly, "Oh."

After a while, he came back to his senses, looked at Bruce with complicated eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "Okay Bruce, you know I will always forgive you."

He turned his attention to Jason again, touching his face for a while, and squeezing his hand for a while.

The big blue bird's expression was a little bit bitter, but it also seemed to resign itself to fate.

He knew what a bad guy Jason was, but he couldn't help feeling distressed seeing him in such a distraught state.

He also couldn't blame either Jason or Bruce, the only clown he could blame, had his neck broken by Jason long ago.

Dick: "Little Wing, look at me."

Jason stared vaguely at Dick and smiled happily.

The hallucination seemed to be getting better and better - he thought that the last time he saw the blue bird was the last time, after all, he had decided to die with Bruce for a while.

Thinking of this, he felt a little guilty towards Dick.

But because it's Dick, the guilt is fleeting, and he's justified again.

Jason: "What's so interesting about you?"

After speaking, he went to see Bruce again.

Dick's hand was always on the back of Jason's head. Seeing this, the big blue bird used a little strength to control him and not let him move.

Dick: "It's not a hallucination."

His tone was very serious: "Little Wing, I'm real, and so is Bruce."

Jason frowned uncomfortably, a little annoyed, he grabbed Dick's hair arbitrarily, and said in a fierce tone, "You are my hallucination, so you have to listen to me in everything."

Jason: "Otherwise I don't want you."

He can say whatever he thinks now, without hiding anything, being too frank.

Dick sighed, separated Jason's fingers one by one, and put them in his palm again.

The big blue bird's tone was a little more helpless: "I made you angry, so you can try to make me disappear."

Jason: "OK."

He did as Dick said, closing his eyes to hypnotize himself, and opening them again.

The obnoxious blue bird is still an eyesore here.

His nerves trembled subtly, and he turned his head as if asking for help, his green eyes stared at Bruce without blinking.

Bruce hesitated and said, "Jason...?"

Jason's eyes flicked between Dick and Bruce, as if he didn't understand what was going on.

Dick quietly gestured to Bruce to stop standing there.

Bruce thought for a while, then moved over carefully, stretched out his arms, and gently wrapped Jason around.

This hug is as light as a feather.

Jason turned his head in a daze, and said in a strange voice, "Bruce?"

Bruce: "Yeah."

The sound was very soft, but it was more deterrent than a bomb to Jason. His body became stiff little by little, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Dick had been observing Jason, and seeing Jason's sanity gradually recovering, he let out a long breath.

Jason looked past Bruce, glued to Dick's face.

He suddenly realized something.