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

Jason laughed hysterically. In order to restrain his emotions, he even bit his tongue. After the rusty taste spread in his mouth, "The old guy should die with his sacrifice."

Tim lightly pulled Jason off Damian's shoulders and threw him to the ground, "If you really think so, then why are you here again?"

"All right."

Tim made a stop gesture, "It's thanks to you that we can wake up."

"Me?" Jason asked ridiculously.

Damian nodded, "To be precise, it's you in another world."

Jason turned his head to one side unbearably, "Another world... There are as many worlds in this damn multiverse as there are sands on a beach. It's nothing unusual to have a Jason who is willing to die."

When Jason heard Tim and Damian's words, he understood that the infected Robins had nothing but killing intent and obedience, and the only master who could control them abandoned them——becoming stray dogs. They roam all corners of the world.

Tim smiled inexplicably, he looked a little gloomy, not the kind of calm and silent that is unique to President Drake, but this kind of temperament that never appeared in him actually appeared in him.

The devil bastard doesn't seem to have changed, Jason thought.

"Tell me carefully, it makes me sick enough." Jason cast his eyes on the top of the cave absently.

How did they recover?

As Tim narrated, scenes of what happened not long ago emerged. At that time, they were still squatting in the bat cave waiting for the Laughing Bat to come back. They had no self-awareness, only instinct and the most basic thinking ability.

Damian, who had become very quiet after the Laughing Bat left, suddenly became irritable. Once again the earth dug himself a grave, and this time he would not crawl out again.

In the chaos, he heard a loud and teasing whistle, "The devil cub has his day too."

The irrational Damian rushed towards that Jason at a speed that humans couldn't predict, but Jason didn't dodge, he held the big caste blade, but let Damian do nothing. A bite on his shoulder.

He coughed twice, covered his mouth with his hands, and blood mixed with internal organs spilled out from between his fingers.

Jason put his hand on Damian's head, a burst of light appeared in his hand, and with this burst of light, his face suddenly turned gray and then turned into an abnormal flush, "Hey—bat cub, can you let go of your mouth first? I'm dying, so I don't have to suffer from this."

"!"

Damian's skin was recovering rosy from the dead white, he blinked as if he had just woken up from a dream, the focus appeared in the slack pupils, he found his cheeks were sore and sore, and the first thing that caught his eyes was , but a piece of broken armor.

"It seems that you are awake." Jason said, "Move Xiaohong here too, I don't have much time."

"What's going on here? Clown, father...he shot us!" Damian was breathing heavily, trembling, he felt like he was suffocating, too much oxygen had entered his lungs.

When Tim said this, he tried his best to organize his broken syllables, but Jason didn't say anything. He thoughtfully gave Tim the time to collapse alone. Everyone in the Bat House knew what a real collapse looked like.

"I severely injured him." Tim felt his stomach twisted together, "I almost killed Damian, and I automatically judged them as enemies in the infected state. Damian could have defeated me..."

"It's a pity he can't do it." Jason continued the rest of the sentence.

Tim stabbed his nails into his palm vigorously, "In addition, he became a normal person, and he barely survived my attack, but the other you was bitten by my throat, and I am still alive Remember what it feels like to have warm blood sprayed on your face."

"He gave me a chance to return to normal with the last bit of strength, and then left. I don't know what happened to him..."

His fingers twitched involuntarily.

"No one could have survived an injury like that."

"After the other you left, although I still didn't have any sense, but I didn't hurt other people anymore—Damian regarded me as a repeat with a strange shape."

Jason nodded unsurprisingly, "I can expect that, then?"

"Next is another me. In fact, you have seen them all. It is the last world you experienced, which we call the main world."

"According to my other description, they come from the future, the hopeless future where Bruce was completely polluted and lost his mind. They are the last force of resistance. That Jason consumes his soul time and time again to find recovery possibility, and he discovered that they were not the key people."

"I left another clue, a clue that would allow us to locate this world. He didn't say much, but he left a sentence."

"what?"

"Don't let Bruce kill."

Jason's eyes widened, and he asked eagerly, "Are you sure he's talking about Bruce? Isn't it something else?"

Tim confirms in bewilderment, "That's right."

"Bruce - I mean B, he split his soul, and the little piece of soul he split calls himself Bruce Wayne."

Tim's expression went blank for a moment.

"And I was in Robin's form before, and Dick was in his about-to-be-Nightwing phase—regardless of the memory, we were really in that phase before."

"What is the mechanism of the change?" Tim kneaded the bridge of his nose twice, feeling that he had grasped the key to the problem.

Jason tried hard to remember, but he lowered his eyes in frustration and shook his head, "I don't know either. But it must have something to do with the soul he cut out."

Tim was deep in thought, trying to recall what another he had said, but his thoughts gradually drifted elsewhere.

Tim thought of the pale red Robin, with his uniform hanging in tatters, and those were the wounds caused by Bruce, "It's best if you don't know anything, if you know too much, Those things will bind you instead."

"We've tried everything we can, and those failures have led us to the best solution - and this is the last time."

"Where are you going!"

Damian was terrified by the chicness of the last words. He stood up abruptly and ran two steps forward. Tim, who was lying on his side on his lap, was thrown to the ground and looked at him blankly. His back.

"Go back to my own world, and before I die, take a look at the time when it was not perfect, but it was good enough. If there is time, I should still leave some warnings."

"You're right." Tim confirmed Jason's guess, "I trust your first feeling."

Jason glanced at Tim and said suddenly, "I guess he's dead too."

Tim tilted his head, "Who?"

"The other you, no, everyone." Jason raised his arms over his face, covering his eyes, "And what did you say? I guess it was about trusting your choices or something Nonsense, otherwise you would not be sure of a conjecture so quickly, normally, you should toss out countless data to prove it, and finally come up with an annoying probability."

"The future you saw, no one survived." Jason smiled strangely.

There was an eerie silence in the empty cavern.

"It's my turn." Jason maintained that uncomfortable posture, and muffled his voice from his throat, "The night owl is in this world."

"Oh." Damian showed a disgusted expression, "That guy chased Dick again?"

Jason bent his lips, "This time it was even more stupid. The big blue bird delivered it to the door by itself, but it can't be his fault."

"He and Bruce formed a deal, the content of the deal... Bruce's condition is to help the claws come back to life."

Tim raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "Is he crazy? The resurrected person can't be called a living person at all, it's just a breathing corpse. It's hard to say whether he has self-awareness."

"Maybe that just suits the owl—you know."

Damian let out an indescribable flick of the tongue, "Perverted desire to control."

"Then what does Bruce want?" Tim's intelligent brain began to work rapidly. He replaced himself in the role of the Laughing Bat and began to think hard, "What can he trade with Night Owl? At the price of death?"

"It's impossible to conquer the world." Jason told a cold joke.

Tim glanced at him, and Jason looked away knowingly. It's not fun to piss off Tim when he's cranky. Someone always thinks Tim is the gentlest one—it's a joke.

Jason decides to throw the little red bird and Batpapa's family problems at Dick as well.

Anyway, it's okay to have one more person, Jason thought without burden.

"If I were Bruce, what would I want? To right myself? To change what happened in the past?"

"Say it again." Damian jerked his head away.

"Correct a mistake, change the facts?"

Tim murmured again, his eyes lit up suddenly, "Change!"

"I think someone must know what changes can do..." Jason's lips twitched twice, "I recommend a mercenary full of crazy words."

"Death knell?" Damian wrinkled his nose.

"The other—he hates being called Deathstroke, but there's probably something we want to know in his swear words."