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

"Go away!" Two light blades appeared in Jason's hands. He poked at the Batman mercilessly, but the effect was not very good. The figure just swayed and returned to its original shape.

"Let us go." Damian ordered in a deep voice.

Jason acted as if he hadn't heard anything. From the perspective of Damian and Tim, Jason's behavior was really inexplicable. He was like a madman hacking at an empty place.

"Jason won't do meaningless things!" Tim struggled twice, feeling hopeless, he turned his head and shouted at Damian: "Did Talia say anything! How can we see those things! "

Tim was a little flustered, he saw little Bruce with his head down limply, the corners of his mouth twitching constantly, and his fingers were already convulsed, but Jason was still fighting the invisible enemy——

There were already some scratches on his body.

"I don't know," Damian whispered, "Lazarus Pool disgusts me from the bottom of my heart..."

"Sorry." Damian replied.

In his busy schedule, Jason narrowly escaped an attack. While waving the Great Caste Blade in his hand, he took the time to think, "You all go to Bruce's side!"

"Then?"

"That's it!" Jason raised his hand from a distance and threw the two magic light blades, cutting Tim and Damian's shackles.

"What the hell happened?" Tim smiled bitterly, and the sense of powerlessness that had existed since he entered this world became deeper and deeper.

"Don't question yourself," Damian said dryly, trying not to sound reassuring.

Jason finally chopped down the weird Batman with a single knife. The clown had disappeared at some point, too, all of this was just the inner world of the Laughing Bat. He hurriedly held Bruce's face——

"What's wrong?" Looking at Jason's ugly face, Tim asked worriedly.

"The anchor is shaking." Jason said succinctly, but the eyes of others showed that he needed to answer this question, "There is more than one anchor, Bruce's anchor is made up of many things, such as his principles or what he stands for."

"The one before..." Jason swallowed the word Batman vaguely, knowing that both Tim and Damian understood what he meant, "representing Bruce's shaken, everything he's been doing all his life is now upended Sexual destruction, according to the original direction of the incident, Bruce should have escaped from the clown, and this incident made him more determined the necessity of Batman's existence."

"But now this Bruce has begun to agree with those..." Jason closed his eyes, hiding his sadness well, "The clown's nonsense."

"What's next?" Tim asked suddenly. "It's not just that, or you wouldn't be so worried."

"...This is Bruce in his teens." Jason's voice was hoarse. "What's beyond that? Maybe Martha and Thomas dressed up as clowns and told horror stories by Bruce's bedside?"

"We're running out of time, and this is one of his few good intentions." Jason admits this with difficulty. "Batman is not omnipotent, to last so long under that pollution."

Jason paused, "I can't imagine, and I can't guess, but he is a miracle."

Tim silently untied the restraints of little Bruce, and he gently brushed off the young master's forehead hair, but he didn't take off the terrifying blindfold.

"Look at me." Tim rubbed the skin under Bruce's eyes twice with his thumb, "N metal can see people's hearts, but you are Bruce Wayne..."

"I meant no harm," Tim said quietly but firmly, and he repeated, "Look at me."

Bruce looked up blankly, his face was very small set off by the metal eyepatch, his skin was so pale that he could vaguely see blue-purple blood vessels, and he could only vaguely see a few human figures in the blood red, and these figures were tightly packed. Surround him tightly.

"It seems that all the malice has been blocked." A thought flashed through Bruce's mind.

"Who are you?" Bruce asked vaguely in a daze.

"Your son?" Tim teased himself in his heart. He had countless ways to reveal his identity, but he rejected them one by one.

"I'm Robin." Finally Tim raised the corners of his mouth, rolled his eyes, and replied gently.

"Robin?"

"Yes, a bird that can fly in the sky, and when it comes and goes, there will be a bat following it."

"Robin..." Bruce muttered the name, "I don't like them."

"Why?" Tim raised an eyebrow unexpectedly.

"I don't know." Bruce replied honestly, "I just don't think Robins should exist, they are too easy to get hurt."

"But Gotham needs a hero, do you think Robin is a hero?" Tim sighed in his heart, he began to feel that he had a breath of seduction/abductor, and praised Robin... Forget it, Tim glanced at Da Mian, Robin is not himself anyway.

"Of course!" Bruce said quickly, with a look of eagerness on his brows, "They are the best!"

Tim stood up, he hugged Bruce off the high platform of the carousel, and reached out to ruffle the young master's soft hair, "When you are afraid, you can silently say Robin's name, and he will come to rescue you of."

"Your home is there." Tim pointed to a dark path, "It's still a little dark now, but it will be bright soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bushes on both sides of the path lit up with dots of lights. They were not Christmas lights decorations, but little fairies one by one—they had veiled wings in fairy tales and carried A real fairie of a lamp made of lily of the valley.

They dance in the air.

The flower buds are full of starlight, and these starlight gradually spread to the distance. At the end of the road, there is a castle surrounded by thorns.

Little Bruce took a tentative step forward, and the path that was dark just now, as if there was a monster, suddenly became soft.

"..." Bruce carefully pulled his legs out of the soft cotton candy, and the thin and soft candy even rushed to his waist.

A rabbit jumped quickly away from him with a pocket watch in hand, and ran towards the castle without looking back.

"Alice in Wonderland?" he asked Tim over his shoulder.

"Fairy tales always start with a devil, but they always have a happy ending." Tim smiled. He didn't step on the dreamy path, but pushed Bruce hard on the back, "It's time to go home gone."

"It's quite skillful." Jason teasingly elbowed Tim, "Thanks to you, we have gained some trust from Bruce, and now we have preliminary permissions."

"Remove those things quickly." Damian tugged at the neckline, those soft objects made him uncomfortable, "You just use the authority to do this? Be a fairy godmother?"

"What's wrong, no one would hate this." Tim gave Damian a tolerant look, and then began to sigh again, "Even Jason had a normal childhood."

Damian pursed his lips. As long as he can remember, he has been indoctrinated with all kinds of knowledge that is believed to be beneficial to Aogu's conquest of the world. His childhood was spent in pain and humiliation——The League of Assassins The little prince did not have a happy childhood, and his top skills and wisdom were paid for at countless prices.

"My mother screens out children she thinks are unqualified." Damian replied flatly, "And I'm always the best one. Of course, I'm also the best Robin."

Jason suddenly imitated Tim and tripped Damian forcefully, Tim also shot in time, and the two threw Damian into the fairy-tale path together. For Damian's height, The height of the marshmallow seems a bit inappropriate.

"!" The devil's son looked like he was going to eat his two older brothers in the next second.

Watching Damian angrily shuttle through the cotton candy pile, while the little fairy circled around him, and the gold dust from the lyre kept sprinkled on Damian, Jason and Tim laughed unkindly , Tim squatted on the ground with a smile, "This is a good use."

"I'll kill you all when I get out." Damian muttered, but his brows relaxed inadvertently, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his face.

Damian's pupils contracted suddenly, and he warned: "Todd—behind!"

The Batman who was scattered by Jason gathered his figure like a puff of smoke, and he still had that frozen, clown-like smile on his face.

Jason seemed to have eyes behind him, and without looking back, he condensed a light blade, and blocked the Batman with his backhand. The two weapons collided and made a harsh sound.

A crowbar, Jason thought.

His whole life was changed by a damn crowbar, and Jason turned away listlessly, eyes drooping, suddenly he didn't want to fight this clownish Batman anymore.

"Boom."

Jason threw away the Great Caste Blade in his hand, took a step forward without hesitation, and raised his jaw slightly.

"Are you going to lay hands on me?"

His eyes were fixed on the corner of Batman's mouth.

"Do what you want." Jason relaxed every muscle in his body.

But Batman's movements seemed to be the pause button, his hand was still raised high, but the J-shaped crowbar fell backwards.

Batman took a step back.

The dazed Batman seemed to have suddenly become conscious. He slowly lowered his hand and hid the crowbar behind his back. After seeing a corner of the crowbar exposed, he even used The foot kicked the cloak quietly so that it was completely covered.

Jason froze for a moment.