Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

As early as the first explosion sounded, Dick quietly left the venue, trying to reach his stronghold as quickly as possible.

He fired the grapple gun, and with a whoosh, the talons were severed.

That's Jason.

With a special dagger in his hand, Jason slashes Dick's equipment mercilessly, and he tries to trap Dick there.

"Mud face?" Dick touched the tiny headset hidden in his ear, trying to contact Jason.

"Jason...just now—"

"No, Dick, it's me, you can't get out of here."

He heard Jason panting.

Dick wanted to ask something more: "Tell me why, Jason."

He couldn't help but began to worry about whether Jason was being controlled by something again, or if something happened to him.

"Listen Dick, I'm sober, I can't tell you much, but you gotta stay there and don't move away."

Jason's panting gradually became weaker.

"What happened?"

Jason didn't answer him, just repeated, "Dick, stay there...don't go."

The only sound left in the headset was the faint sizzle of the electric current.

Dick looked around. He felt anxious, and he had given up on pretending to be the cheerful older Wayne, who looked restless, sullen, and weak.

"No..." For some reason, memories flashed through his mind.

——That was when Bruce hugged Jason, who was covered in blood and had broken bones. It was a kind of deep mourning. Bruce's life also began to wither at that moment, and Jason returned with a dead and dazed atmosphere.

Dick's crazy brain alerted him, and he decided to trust his intuition. In their line of work, you have to believe in something to persevere. Intuition is their best partner. How many times Dick relied on his intuition to barely survive down.

He decided to leave, he could no longer allow his brother to have an accident.

Dick squeezed his fist in an attempt to calm himself down. Before leaving, he decided to report to Tim and ask Tim to contact Alfred to find out where Jason went.

He tapped his left wrist twice rhythmically.

"Xiaohong? Are you there? I need you to help me find out where Jason is going?"

Tim felt very strange, he was puzzled and said: "Dick? You want to check Jason's trace?"

Dick answered affirmatively.

"He just told me I had to stay and cut my rope..."

Tim felt even more surprised, his voice seemed a little hesitant: "Dick...but Jason, right here."

"Dick, Jason hasn't left here, he's right next to me."

"This is impossible!"

Dick didn't make a sound, surprise and doubt filled his mind, and he even felt a little bit of terror.

It was very warm in the stadium, but Dick felt a chill surge up from the bottom of his heart, and the hairs all over his body stood on end. There was no doubt that the man was Jason, his body shape, his voice, including the way he cut the rope look...

But what if Tim says Jason never left him.

The first possibility is that Tim is fake, he and Jason had an accident together.

The second possibility is that Jason really stayed in the arena with Tim all the time.

There is another possibility... Tim didn't lie to him, he was indeed with Jason, but Jason's warning just now was also true.

"I may have misread the person, sorry, Xiaohong, I'm a little worried about Jason."

Dick hung up the communication, his face sullen, and he made a plan for the next move.

He had to get out of here, he had to find that Jason.

He could no longer leave his brother alone and lost in Gotham at night.

Suddenly, Dick shivered.

He didn't contact Alfred, if something bad happens to Tim and Jason, the worst result is that their identities are exposed, Bruce's identity is exposed, but Alfred will not be hurt.

He nimbly got out of the door, rushed downstairs, and left the resplendent place along the path. His safe house was located in a slum, not far from the rich area just now.

Dick's figure disappeared into the night. After running for a while, he couldn't help looking back at the iconic meeting hall.

He was a little worried, it was too conspicuous, and after Bruce returned, Wayne Building might be spared, but there...but Bruce and Clark were there, maybe it would be the safest place.

Dick ran again.

He stopped abruptly, looked around alertly, then stretched out his hand, and pressed on an inconspicuous stain, the floor cracked silently, and a cold blue light appeared from the gap.

He gently pushed the gap out of an opening that only he could pass through.

The things he needs are displayed inside, hook claws, □□, □□, frozen □□, □□, sonic boom batarang, rope gun... All kinds of sophisticated equipment are neatly stored in the cabinet.Dick licked his lips, picked up the short sticks deftly, and then he seemed to realize something.

"I'm Batman now," he thought to himself.

He looked at his old buddy carefully, "Sorry, old buddy, you have to wait for Bruce."

Dick reluctantly stroked the smooth body of the stick. He turned around, quickly took off his suit and leather shoes, went to the display cabinet to take out the bat armor, and buttoned up the terrifying bat mask. Then he thought of Bruce again.

"Wish me luck." He said silently in his heart.

He knew it was going to be a long night.

Tens of seconds later, when Dick finished dressing and was about to leave, he heard a suppressed breath.

The sound was so weak that it could not be heard in the safe house that was renovated with the support of Wayne's technology and spent a lot of money.

Dick paused, and stepped forward.

The sound of breathing stopped for a moment.

Dick quietly climbed on the ceiling, he remained calm, sliding on the ceiling relying on his own weapons and equipment.

He was close to the source of the breath—

"That's a hidden basement." Dick thought thoughtfully.

"Bruce didn't tell me this." He gradually had a little guess in his mind.

Dick fell silently——

He saw a red Robin drenched in blood.

Dick forgot to breathe for a moment, and when he recalled it later, he realized that he hadn't thought about anything at that moment, and he was as stiff as a deer in the mouth of a lion.

Red Robin's face was as pale as gray, his uniform was tattered, and there were dark marks frozen around him.

Based on the speed of his blood clotting, Tim estimated that he had been hiding in this safe house for a day or two.

And just a few hours ago, the family was talking and laughing about going to a talk show. Just a day before, he was flirting with Cory in the mansion, and Jason sat by the window reading his beloved Pride and Love. Prejudice, Tim is still the same, sitting in front of the computer and typing.

Dick's ears were buzzing, and there were stars in front of his eyes, and he suddenly felt the world spinning. His sharp claws pierced the armor on his body, and blood flowed out, hitting Red Robin drop by drop.

Is everything in front of me real?

Or--

Is he crazy too?

Bruce never came back, Jason was still killing people in the streets, and Tim was dying?

So what was that Jason he heard then?Why did his breathing gradually become weaker?Did Jason—?

He refused to think about it.He took out the identification software to confirm the identity of the injured again, then squatted down and tried to stop the bleeding for Tim, but Tim was injured too badly. Dick took the potion from his body in vain and sprayed it on Tim.

He ripped Tim's clothes and inspected his wounds.

The haze in Dick's heart became heavier. Tim's wound was all too familiar to him. It was a wound he had seen countless times in the past many years.

——That was a wound that only Batman could inflict.

When Tim was drowsy, he saw the figure of Batman in a blur, so he stretched out his hand helplessly, and pressed his scarred hand on the terrifying mask.

He said softly, "Bruce, it's not your fault."

"Tim! Tim!"

Tim heard Dick's voice.

"I'm already dead?" Tim was a little sad, why did he feel so much pain when he died?

"Seeing Dick when I'm dead? That's not bad, I'll be seeing my parents soon."

A sharp pain hit him.

He opened his bloodshot eyes, and then he saw familiar blue eyes.

"Oh"

Tim whispered softly.

"Looks like we succeeded."

Dick was helpless against the dying Tim, and just as he was in a state of anxiety, he heard Tim comforting Bruce, and he raised his head quickly, only to see Tim tremblingly raising his hand.

He held the hand gently, and pressed the dying hand to his face.

Then he pulled a small bottle from his belt and sprayed Tim.

"Tim, tell me, why are you here? Who hurt you?

Dick gritted his teeth and asked word by word.

"Dick..." Tim's voice was hoarse, and he pronounced Dick's name feebly.

"I know, Dahong can't stop you, so you're still here."

While talking, Tim spat out another mouthful of blood, which blocked his trachea, he coughed, and then affected the wound on his body because of this action.

"Dick, since you have made a choice, you must stick to it."

Tim looked determined, "I can't tell you too much, the more you tell, the faster you will fail."

"Don't question yourself, we were in that house, right next to Bruce, and never left."

Dick tried to stuff some of the developed capsules into Tim's mouth.

"Forget it... Dick." Tim shook his head weakly, "We all know that there's nothing we can do about blood loss to this point."

Dick couldn't hold back his tears as he tried, albeit in vain, to take his family back from the scythe of death.

"Remember, Dick, decide not to let Bruce kill."

Tim's voice was already very weak, the pale curtain had been pulled down, and Dick realized that this soul in front of him would not last long.

He was devastated.

"If you can't do it, don't let Bruce see the Joker."

"Absolutely not..."

Tim saw Dick waving to him, Jason leaning on the motorcycle with his elbows folded, and behind them, his parents smiled at him arm in arm.

"Find our Bruce if you can."

He held out his hand to Dick in his Nightwing costume, and he felt himself fly away...

"We failed many times, but I want to try again."

Tim breathed his last breath.