[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

If it's not an illusion, then...

Jason's fingers moved slightly.

After regaining his sanity, his first reaction was to grab the gun.

Hold empty.

He was like a cat that was soaked in warm water by the back of its neck. It was so stiff that it could only stretch its legs straightly because of the impact it received. paw.

He and Bruce shouldn't be like this.

They are villains and heroes, and they are mortal enemies in battle. They should shoot at each other with guns in their hands, and speak cruel words to each other——

instead of a hug.

His hatred for Bruce has not diminished by half, but his love for Bruce has not weakened in the slightest.

He couldn't forgive Bruce, but he couldn't continue to blame Bruce.

——This hug is so warm.

Jason didn't respond, he lowered his head, his eyes drooped naturally, and fell on Bruce's shoulder armor.

This piece of armor was severely damaged, and a deep crack spread out from here, stopping at the neck.

The uniform is no longer wearable, and most of the damage the Dark Knight suffered tonight was at his hands.

This nick pierced Jason's eyes deeply. It was a desperate reminder, warning each other that nothing could go back.

For some reason, this fact made him flinch slightly, and his face turned pale again.

The green-eyed young man's movements were very subtle, but the dark knight was still aware of it. He let go of his arm, looked at the opponent's face, and stretched out his ungloved hand, trying to push Jason's hair away from his eyes.

Jason dodged back like a needle prick.

Bruce's hand paused in the air for a few seconds, then slowly retracted.

There was another silence between them.

Jason should have gotten used to the atmosphere between him and Bruce, but the hug just now changed something—the usual silence was becoming unbearable.

Little did he know, Bruce felt the same way.

Dick, standing in the corner, sighed softly.

The silence was broken by Jason, he raised his eyelids and said dryly, "Why are you here?"

Bruce closed his eyes.

He tried his best to keep calm, but the tremor hidden in his voice revealed his true emotions.

"...Jason, what do you think I am?"

"A cold machine?"

Jason didn't answer, just staring intently at a small stain in front of him, as if the dirt in front of him suddenly became as profound and incomprehensible as a Picasso painting.

Bruce: "Because you're still here, Jason, as I said, I'll never give up on you."

Jason shivered uncontrollably.

Bruce stared at Jason without hesitation, his blue eyes welling with pain, and since Jason's resurrection, his grief and pain had been piled up layer by layer until it weighed him down, and anyone in his In the position, it is estimated that it has already collapsed.

The black-haired young man's face was as white as a sheet of paper, without the cover of the hood, his emotions were clearly revealed.

He has been tortured, and the pressure of breaking up with Bruce is beyond his imagination—this is why he thought Bruce and Dick were hallucinations so easily before, and human emotions are always active within a threshold. Thread, physical strength and mental will be drained quickly.

As for Jason, his emotions were close to that line from the beginning to the end, and he was tense. Maintaining this mental state for a long time was really exhausting to people.

It wasn't the first time he had heard Bruce say this, and he could believe that what Bruce said was true.

But he is like a stray dog ​​who has been abandoned by others. Once he is hurt, it is difficult to have the sense of security in the past again.

He couldn't afford to be discarded again, chosen again.

So he challenges Bruce again and again in various ways, as if he can draw strength from madness and pain.

Jason said in a low voice, "It's all your fault."

He caught a glimpse of the gun on the ground out of the corner of his eye, and moved it there, holding it in his hand. The cold metal touched his skin, but it made him feel much more at ease.

Jason rested on the ground with one hand, raised the gun with the other, pointed the muzzle tremblingly at the Dark Knight, his hand trembled violently, and his voice became intermittent.

He repeated again: "This, this is all your fault!"

Bruce murmured: "Jason...I'm sorry."

He apologized again.

Jason's hands were not only trembling, he was gasping for breath, oxygen rushed into his lungs violently, but his fingertips began to numb, and his vision began to blur.

His green eyes were full of despair, which was like a deep sea, frighteningly oppressive.

What's the use of saying this now?After he's already screwed everything up with his own hands?

As if knowing what Jason was going to say, Bruce bent slightly and reached out to his child.

He will always hold out this hand.

Bruce: "It's not too late... Join me, it's never too late, we can get everything back on track."

The Dark Knight's voice was gentle yet firm.

Although Bruce is wearing a uniform, this voice does not belong to Batman. Batman's voice is terrifying and rough, which can awaken the deepest fear in people's hearts.

But Bruce's voice now reminds Jason of home.

Jason took a deep breath, and his head drooped feebly. Along with it, the gun in his hand dropped. This action seemed to take away all his mental energy.

The black-haired young man curled up one leg and leaned on the ground slantingly. This was a gesture of weakness and the appearance of a loser—but he didn't feel uncomfortable.

Bruce coughed lightly, and the sound woke Jason up. It suddenly occurred to him that Bruce was not as tough as he seemed.

Bruce inhaled the fear gas, was injured all over his body, ran around all night, and now there is still a scarecrow that has not been dealt with.

Dick came over so Jason could use him as a jumping off point to get up.

The big blue bird is not used to suddenly reconciling with Bruce, awkwardly: "You go home and rest, we will settle it."

Bruce froze for a moment, then shook his head slowly and irresistibly.

Of course the Dark Knight could tell. In fact, none of the three of them were comfortable. All of them were exhausted. Dick's calf would cramp from time to time, and Jason's broken rib would twitch whenever he moved. pain, let alone himself.

Gotham is not safe for anyone right now.

Bruce glanced at them with soft eyes, and his cold temperament began to soften.

"Thank you."

After finishing speaking, he threw a small smoke/bomb on the ground, and the white smoke filled the entire space with a puff. When the smoke cleared, the dark knight's figure also disappeared.

Dick will take care of Jason, Tim is in a safe place, Alfred is in the Batcave, Barbara and Gordon are both in the police station.

The people he cares most about are safe.

Then there is nothing that can make him feel afraid.

——Until Ah Fu sent a message.

The old butler tried his best not to sound anxious: "Master Bruce... Robin, the Scarecrow has found him."

The news was like a bucket of ice water poured down my head.

Bruce: "I see, where is he now?"

Ah Fu paused for a moment: "...Arkham Asylum."

Ah Fu: "The Scarecrow has a communication...Master Bruce, he needs you to take off all the equipment and put them at the gate of Arkham, and go to see him empty-handed."

"Or Tim—"

The old housekeeper couldn't go on.

Bruce: "It's okay, Fu, I'll take care of it."

The Dark Knight hung up the communication, looked up, and there was already a little bit of light in the sky.

Dawn has come.

The long night is finally coming to an end.

He stood on the gargoyle that would rest on every night patrol, overlooking the entire Gotham, and jumped.

The black cloak fluttered and spread out like bat wings, drawing a sharp arc in the air. Bruce used his claws to accelerate several times, and slid towards Arkham without hesitation.

Arkham Asylum is a man-eating monster, every inch surrounded by disgustingly colored vines.

Bruce walked in quickly, and as soon as he entered the door, the huge screen in the hall lit up, and the scary face of the scarecrow appeared on it.

Scarecrow: "I'll give you 1 minute, take off all your equipment, and my people will pick you up."

He turned the camera, and Tim was tightly trapped on the operating table by the restraint belt, and was placed vertically aside. The scarecrow took out an injection and gesticulated twice at his neck.

Scarecrow: "You'd better hurry up."

Bruce did as he did, taking off his utility belt and some of the hidden gizmos, as calmly as if he wasn't the one who was in great danger.

Bruce: "Okay."

A mercenary turned out of the hallway, grabbed Batman's shoulders rudely, and shoved him into a truck.

He was also afraid that Bruce would do something to him, so he found the equipment used by Arkham Asylum to bind lunatics, and tied the Dark Knight tightly.

Bruce didn't make any move to resist, he closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Dark Knight was pushed into a small room, and Tim heard the noise and struggled furiously.

Tim: "Batman...is that you... Klein!"

Bruce: "I'm sorry, Robin."

Tim froze in place suddenly.

The walls of the room are covered with screens, and each screen has a bunch of people and reporters holding microphones.

Scarecrow: "Oh... Batman."

He laughed: "I don't care who you are, but the people you want to protect, they all want to know what a poor bat looks like under the mask."

Every face on the screen has a malicious light in the eyes.

A reporter is using an exaggerated tone like a talk show, amusing the audience with the ins and outs.

Scarecrow: "When they know who you are, and that Batman is scared too...Gotham will lose all hope."

Scarecrow: "Are you ready?"

He turned around and pointed his gun at Tim: "Robin, you come and take off his mask."

Tim sneered and said contemptuously, "Maybe the fear poison gas broke your head—"

"Uh!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the Scarecrow sprayed a poisonous mist in his face.

The Scarecrow said to himself: "It seems that I need to do it myself."

"Hi." Dick landed lightly on the ground, and he threw an electric shock device at the pile of cables on the ground, a burst of blue light flashed, and with the sound of crackling, the screens on the wall went black one after another.

Before the last screen went off, he turned around, smiled at the camera, abruptly raised the short stick in his hand, and smashed the gadget into pieces with a bang.

——Those who sat at home and watched the live broadcast were taken aback.

Jason held the gun with one hand, sneered and pulled the trigger, and the bullet precisely hit the iron ring that was handcuffing Bruce.

In the next second, he threw a bat dang at the scarecrow, directly piercing his eye.

Jason originally wanted to kill him outright, but changed his mind at the last minute.

—He's on the side of Batman now.

There were still a lot of mercenaries in the room, and Dick and Jason saw that Bruce was out of trouble, so they focused on the others.

After getting free, Bruce walked up to the scarecrow with a sullen face, grabbed his head and knocked it hard on the ground. The scarecrow twitched twice and lay still on his stomach.

The dark knight turned around and quickly untied Tim. He took off the strap that covered the little red bird's eyes, and said with concern, "Robin..."

Tim blinked, and suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he saw something extremely terrifying.

The scarecrow who was supposed to fall to the ground showed a ferocious smile.

A bullet flies toward the back of Bruce's head.

--boom!

Bruce froze for a few seconds before falling to the ground.

Its daybreak.

Gotham's first ray of light shone on her knight.

The author has something to say:

After the volume is over, the knife is over, the knife is over, and the knife is really over.

Volume [-] Dawn