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

Jason kept a step away from Batman, following Batman like a haunted ghost.

He was thinking about things with his head down. The impact of Batman's going to destruction left too many traces in his heart, and he couldn't escape from that indescribable emotion for a while.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the others had unknowingly stopped. Jason was still moving forward. He suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and his whole body hit the hard armor. The armor that shone coldly hit him in great pain.

"Wha..." Jason rubbed his sore nose, he felt a big cold hand on his back with concern, he raised his head awkwardly, "Why did you stop suddenly?"

"..."

Batman took a small step back, he shook his head blankly, raised his hand with difficulty, and pointed to the fog ahead.

"He can't get in there." Damian expressed his meaning for Batman, "He led us to avoid many dangers, but he can't set foot here."

"Where is this?" Tim tentatively stretched his hand into the mist, and the feedback on his hand felt like a wet gun. He withdrew his hand, only to find sticky red liquid standing on it.

"Can you see something, Big Red?" Tim turned his head to the side, but saw Jason flinch, standing upright in the same place, he turned his head slowly, his eyes looked a little dull, and his expression was numb.

"Crime Alley."

Jason's voice was so weak that others could only see his lips move a few times, but no sound came out.

"The origin of Batman." A nervous smile appeared on Jason's face, and the sides of his cheeks twitched abnormally. He was almost driven crazy by endless malice, if it wasn't for the obsession to save Batman The bottom of his heart showed his own sense of existence, he probably stepped into the mist, and died entangled with the things inside.

Tim slapped Jason across the face.

"Be sober!" He yelled, but Jason's eyes only became a little clear, and then, as if he was under an unbearable attack, he squatted on the ground trembling, hugging himself tightly, he helplessly He bowed his head and murmured some ravings that others could not understand, but just hearing those words made one's internal organs shudder.

"Heh...hehe——"

Tim touched Jason's bare skin anxiously.

Cold and stiff.

"He's gone," Damian whispered. "He's exactly the same as when he was resurrected, if not worse."

"Worse?" Tim asked in disbelief. "Worse than finishing Lazarus's pool?"

Damian replied in the affirmative.

"It hurts!" The words in Jason's mouth were finally comprehensible. Tim bent down and listened quietly for a while—he understood what Jason was saying, and was locked in a suffocating coffin Despair, the cold and hunger wandering in the streets, the irrepressible madness after resurrection...

He fell into the deepest nightmare of his life.

"What should I do?" Tim would unconsciously bite the inner wall of his mouth when he was nervous, but this time he bit himself, and he looked at Jason fixedly, "Big red?"

"Robin?"

"Jason?"

As expected, he received no response.

"Red Hood?" Tim thought for a while, and spoke in a firm tone. Sure enough, this is the identity Jason most recognizes now, so he took advantage of the moment Jason looked away, and quickly dragged him away. Take it away from this place.

Damian took off Robin's cloak and put it on Jason's head.

"We have to go in, Drake." Damian broke the silence, he said calmly: "Not seeing is our disadvantage, but also our advantage."

"Let's go." Tim let out a long breath, "Follow me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Damian stepping into the unfathomable fog. Tim sighed secretly, "Baby Robin."

After they entered, Batman moved his body stiffly, carefully moved to Jason's side, and stood still.

When he entered the fog, there was an extremely embarrassing scene. He and Damian looked at each other. The crime alley was in the fog, which was exactly the same as in reality. Tim even carefully observed the corners of the bricks and stones. He didn't see anything but the creeping chill down his back, let alone something that would make Jason look like that.

But where did the blood he touched come from?Everything he could see was clean, he rubbed his fingers gently, the sticky feeling seemed to be still sticking to his fingertips.

Damian's expression showed paranoia that he didn't know. He touched the wet thing with one hand and walked up the path, leaving his small footprints on the dark and dirty road.

"Damian!" Tim rushed up in three steps and two steps. He grabbed Damian by the back of the collar, lifted him up like a cat, and reprimanded: "Teamwork."

"No teamwork." Damian said quietly, he raised his head slowly, and Tim noticed that Damian's pupils were slackening, and his green eyes were like an unfathomable swamp, chaotic and evil.

"I'm going to kill him."

"Who?"

"Batman."

A mean and deep smile floated on his face, "Didn't you see?"

"What have I got?" Tim was a little puzzled, and the next second he let go of his hand in horror. Damian's body suddenly grew taller, and every inch of his muscles showed a sense of strength. The Bin uniform was also replaced by the Batman uniform.

This Damian looked peacefully into a void, "There's a gun over there."

"Old-fashioned—" he drawled emphatically, "I need to pick up that gun."

Tim watched as Damian took a grip and made a deft insurance move. He tried to stop Damian, but as the least fighting bird of the few birds, he was still young. The old Damian can beat him sometimes, let alone the older Damian?

"What has your mind been occupied by?" He looked around, but there was still nothing unusual around him. Just when he was about to despair, he found a communicator hanging on Damian's ear, and this thing was not Luo. Bin uniforms should have.

He traded the headset for the price of being knocked to the ground with a punch.

"?" Damian didn't return to his original form, but he obviously regained his sanity, and the sudden dizziness made him take two steps back.

"I heard Lex Luthor's voice," he said bewildered.

Tim shook the communicator at Damian, "Well, it drives you to kill Batman."

Damian's face paled visibly, "How could I—" He seemed to have been insulted.

"We'll find out soon." Tim said sullenly, this time he walked ahead and kept his hands on his belt to prevent Damian from violently hurting others.

"That's it?" He shrugged his shoulders and looked back in panic, he needed to make sure Damian was still behind him, because he just saw the grown-up version of Damian shoot Bruce - the normal Bruce, His body was falling, and the Gotham rain slanted down like it would never stop.

This scene seemed to be in slow motion in his eyes.

He watched Bruce close those ice blue eyes slowly.

"Damian?" Tim turned his head, his eyes froze, his eyebrows twisted into a weird shape, "You shot?"

Damian stood behind him, holding an old-fashioned gun with white smoke escaping from the muzzle.

"Did I shoot?" Damian repeated Tim's words, he didn't reflect what he was doing at all, when did he shoot?Or when did this gun come into his hands——

who am I?

Damian felt cold sweat on his back for an instant, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

He has no memory of the previous events, as if an unknown existence occupied his body, and he was actually replaced by someone at that moment.

"Am I still me?" He stumbled back a few steps as if he couldn't support his body.

Tim laughed twice, his heart was trembling, if Damian shot him in the back, what would he see?Memories of the past?The impression in Bruce's mind?

impression?

A flash of inspiration flashed through Tim's mind. The previous Batman had actually brought them to their final destination, the place where all Bruce's worst memories were gathered, so bad that even the shadow couldn't enter, and in the At this depth, everything here should just be automatically generated by the subconscious sea, without any logic and order.

That's why Damian becomes a grown-up in the blink of an eye.

"When did you ever shoot Bruce?" Tim asked in amazement. "It can't be imagined."

"You're acting out what happened in the past."

Damian shook his head, "I never hurt my father."

"But the reality is you're with Lex Luthor, and it's an ambush," Tim narrates bluntly. "Boom, Bruce's down."

As they were talking, the fallen Bruce suddenly opened his eyes, his blue lips turned bright red, and his sapphire-like eyeballs were replaced by dark green. The beautiful corpse was re-stained with temperature.

"You're here." Bruce looked exactly in the direction of Damian and Tim, and he smiled softly, "Why did you kill me?"

He drooped his head and walked slowly towards Damian. The raindrops hit his face and stayed along his black hair. In the steam, Bruce's appearance looked more and more unreal. His face The expression on his face was also surprisingly calm.

He finally walked up to Damian, looked at Damian who was about the same height as him, and in a restrained and strange tone, he gently sighed meaninglessly: "You have grown up."