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

"We have to go through the whole Gotham." Jason realized the problem, "What kind of Gotham are you looking at now?"

"I... can't describe it." Damian hesitated for the first time, Gotham seemed to have shed its peaceful mask, and exposed the ferocious and terrifying face in front of them, countless thorns blocked them and Wayne middle of the manor.

"Use your imagination." Jason murmured, his eyes suddenly lit up, "We need to get permission here, and we can do it!"

Tim cast a questioning look at Jason, "You mean?"

"Find the Bruce who knows us." Jason replied, his expression was indescribably serious, "At the same time, make sure he hasn't been polluted."

"How?" Damian asked.

"We can cut a person into countless parts, and each part represents a part of his heart. This part is pure kindness, and that part is childhood. Some Bruce has only painful memories, while some Bruce Be happy as if you have it all.”

"Which one are we going to find?" Tim stroked his chin. "The one who is unconditional for us? I really doubt that there will be such a Bruce."

"By the time you meet him, that's the way Bruce is now, but that's not what we're looking for."

Jason slowly raised the corners of his lips: "We want to find that happy person who seems to have everything. He will not be stingy in helping us, and at the same time he will not care about what we have to do. He has no desires and desires, because he is originally Got it all."

"I don't know when Bruce was the happiest, maybe when he was a kid? When Martha and the others were still alive?"

"I don't know, we can only look for it."

Damian raised his chin at the behemoth not far away, "Amusement Park."

"This is such a fucking good place." Jason raised his eyes and couldn't help cursing.

This amusement park is simply the weirdest existence Jason could have imagined. Its sky is ominously black, with weird clouds rolling over and over, and large raindrops fall down and hit the ground, forming one after another. The extremely regular source, the kind of dead white ripples will make people dizzy after a long time, they bite the bullet and walked in.

Carousel.

The colorful and cute merry-go-round was full of clown dolls, they laughed horribly, their teeth were like the sharp teeth of sharks, the corners of their mouths could almost reach the ears, Tim looked at Jason worriedly, " How are you?"

"...This is not a real clown." Jason suppressed the desire to vomit, and as soon as he finished speaking, a green-haired clown holding a crowbar suddenly appeared in front of him, and bowed exaggeratedly at him With a bow, "Welcome to my amusement park! It's game time!"

"Oh shit."

Jason spat, but he didn't do anything, just watched in disgust as the clown continued to perform, the clown's exaggerated flow was exactly the same as when he was killed.

He heard Damian clenching his fists and making a crunching sound with too much force.

"It's nothing." Jason lightly elbowed Damian's shoulder and said calmly.

"You bastard." Tim couldn't help cursing, "Big Red, I don't think you're the main character in this scene."

After the clowns boarded the stage of the carousel, the fast-rotating carousel suddenly stopped, and those clowns cheered and laughed and surrounded a young boy from the curtain. He was extremely handsome, with black hair and azure blue hair. In his eyes, the black turtleneck sweater set off his pale face, but his expression looked very stubborn, but a trace of fear could be vaguely seen between his brows.

Tim noticed that the little boy's fingers were trembling slightly, but he clenched it into a fist. Based on this strength, it is reasonable to speculate that his palm must have been injured.

The clown's terrifying appearance also disappeared, his skin was no longer painted white, but the paleness caused by staying in the dark place for a long time, his hair seemed to be a natural ginger red, except for his face. The smile on his face is malicious enough to be creepy, and he can even be called cute.

"This is something that happened when Bruce was a teenager." Tim squeezed out the words through his teeth. In a state of anarchism for a period of time, coupled with the fact that Alfort deliberately erased the news about Bruce, even Tim could only glimpse one or two traces of the past in the pile of old papers.

"I heard he was kidnapped at a very young age by a circus member named Jerome... so that's the clown's real name."

"It's started." Jason's voice was surprisingly suppressed, but the past scene has become a fact, and none of them can interfere with what has happened.

"Bruce Wayne——" the clown circled around Bruce, he put his nose up with great interest, and sniffed very intoxicatedly, "You are my kind, even though you are the richest and richest in Gotham. The orphan of power, but at last I..."

His voice was trembling with excitement: "I remember that time, I was sitting on the stage doing a silly show, and you were sitting below... Ah, I saw you at a glance, Bruce-let's guess a riddle. "

"He still grabs the Riddler's job?" If Jason couldn't move, he guaranteed that he would kill the bastard in the next second.

"Why didn't I kill you?"

"Because I'm Bruce Wayne." Bruce replied when he was a teenager. He showed a kind of exquisite fragility for no reason. A pampered young master who grew up wrapped in dollars is now trampled into the dirt. What a joyful thing it is?The thought made Jerome feel like dancing for joy.

Bruce's eyes are like delicate crystals, he frowned and replied, even though he was absolutely at a disadvantage, and also had a taste of domineering, this is the temperament that can only be cultivated by rich old money families. After adulthood, Bruce used his flashy The playboy appearance is well covered up, but he didn't understand this skill when he was young.

"I am a member of the elite ruling class. My company is the machine that keeps Gotham running normally. Killing me should have a greater meaning. How can you be willing to let the two of us have no audience and no performance? Then you wipe it out up my neck?"

"So this is the reason why Batman must have a big battle after the clown, and he almost got a live broadcast of Gotham with a loudspeaker?" Tim smiled wryly, of course he knew that Bruce must have successfully escaped from the clown , otherwise there will be no Batman in the future.

"The clown's face is nailed with staples." The huge searchlight suddenly hit the two of them, and the Robins realized that there was a thin circle of staples around Jerome's face, and the clown was trapping Bruce in A rainbow-colored carousel.

Jerome suddenly put his hand on the back of Bruce's neck, with general force, Bruce fell forward uncontrollably, and the clown happened to put the knife in his hand against his side, Bruce's body became more and more stiff, and this made him The clown showed an interested smile, "Of course the prince of Gotham is fit to die in full view."

"Listen." Jerome put his lips next to Bruce's ear, and said in an inaudible voice, "I'm going to slit your pink throat with this knife, and hang you up, so that all Everyone can see this grand show." Bruce's eyes flickered, and the wind blew his curly hair.

"Mercy," Timmy murmured. "What is he suffering from?"

No one knew what little Bruce was suffering. Except for the merry-go-round, everything was hidden in the darkness. They could only see little Bruce staring at the darkness, as if there was something there.

"There's a lot of people there." Jason didn't wait for Tim to ask, and he took the initiative to answer for them, "It's a game of throwing darts, and the targets are people, look at that one - it's a game of whack-a-mole, old man People, children, women... all kinds of people poked their heads out of the holes and got smashed by clown dolls."

"Do I need to go on? There are many games like this." Jason pursed his lips.

"No need." Tim closed his eyes patiently.

"That was Gotham before Batman appeared..." Jason tightened the corners of his mouth, his tongue pressed tightly against his teeth, "That's why Batman appeared... I thought I saw it when I was a child Gotham is bad enough."

"Look at this pretty face!" Jerome squeezed Bruce's chin in amazement, and looked at it from side to side. "But there is still something missing."

He clapped his hands, and a clown doll brought several cans of paint. He carefully unscrewed the white can, carefully applied the paint around Bruce's eyes, and extended his eyebrows with black paint. He pursed his lips to outline his beautifully shaped eyes, and dotted a few black tears under his eyes. A weeping expression was artificially added to the Gotham prince's face. This funny color did not make him change. It's ugly, but it only makes the desire to destroy in the heart of the person who sees him rise again.

"When will we tear off the clown's face?" Jason struggled hard again, and found that he was still unable to move. He let out a long breath of anger and forced himself not to take his eyes off Bruce's face.

He really doesn't want to see Batman being humiliated by the Joker.

"To be honest, you're not the funniest clown." The clown leaned over to look at him maliciously, there was a sound of a sharp knife being unsheathed, and the sharp blade bounced out. The clown grabbed Bruce's hair and pulled Bruce The hand holding the knife came close to Bruce's face, and he said in a strange way: "...but we can find a way."

Bruce pokes his head back like a cat, even though he's trying to look fearless as much as possible, but the truth is - he looks even more pathetic.