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

The figure in the green light was constantly being stretched, his limbs gradually became vigorous and powerful, and the outline was clear and distinct. Dick moved closer with some worry.

Jason opened his eyes suddenly——

In a blood-red room full of fleshy lumps stood a familiar person. This person was glowing. In a physical sense, his whole body was surrounded by a soft white light. His already beautiful face was illuminated by this light. Against the backdrop of his head, it seemed unreal. The jet-black hair with a little curl was snugly nestled on the side of his neck. That was... Dick?

Dick saw the green light gradually dissipate, and the man he had seen once appeared on the spot, staring at him blankly, although it was not applicable to his adult younger brother, he still smiled happily and said, "Little Wing— —”

Jason punched it subconsciously, "Go away!"

A strong sense of unreality and illusion rose from the bottom of his heart. He realized that he was already in the middle of the lair. He looked along the films, and there was an unbelievably beautiful thing suspended there, which Jason could not describe. He couldn't figure out what it was, but the magical and breathtaking beauty made him unable to take his eyes off it.

Dreamy and unreal light.

"Jason?" Dick asked hesitantly, he avoided Jason's not-so-heavy punch, but the strong hostility prevented him from stepping forward, "It's me."

"How is that possible." Jason turned his eyes slowly, his black and white eyes had a strange inorganic texture, he laughed abruptly and weirdly, "Dick isn't even in this world."

Doctor Strange broke the tense atmosphere in time, "I did it, you are all lost in this ghost place, and the danger is still not eliminated, are you sure you want to argue about this here?"

Jason shook his head, "But?" He tried to concentrate, "How did he get in?"

This weird and chaotic lair seemed to Jason to have no way out, and a strong sense of despair surged up from the bottom of his heart uncontrollably, and he slipped down the negative emotional range uncontrollably, "We will die here."

"What are you talking about?" Dick asked suspiciously, and Jason noticed that Dick's doubts were genuine.

"This is the storage room, have you forgotten?" Dick pointed to the neatly arranged famous wine not far away, "We even came here to steal wine for the party."

He found that Jason was staring at him strangely, his dark green eyes were surprisingly bright, as if he was burning his last bit of vitality, tiny bloodshots appeared on the whites of his eyes, Jason's face became paler, and the color of his lips It formed an astonishing contrast, and his whole body carried a kind of fragility to the extreme madness. If other people knew that these adjectives were describing the red hood, they would laugh out loud.

But Dick took a step back in shock from Jason like this, and Jason's state gave him a strong sense of déjà vu—he and Bruce were strikingly similar to a certain extent.

Dick took a step back. He was uncomfortable with those dark green eyes. Jason looked at him, sneered, stood up, pinched the eye of Agamotto with his slender fingers, "Did you see Tim and Da Is Mian?"

"I saw Tim, he's probably in the bedroom now...he was here for Bruce before," Dick replied honestly, "Tim doesn't look normal."

"That's perfectly normal." Jason said nonchalantly, "I don't think you've seen Damian yet, but if you see a kid who sees you and rushes up with a knife..."

Jason didn't describe in detail, he made a symbolic "you know" gesture, then roughly pulled Dick in front of him, and casually wrapped his hands around his neck, "What's that direction?"

He pointed to that indescribable beauty.

Dick looked in the direction of the finger, his body froze suddenly.

"tower."

Dick saw Bruce vaguely on the top of the tower.

Dick's expression gradually became dazed, and Jason stared coldly for a few seconds, then patted his cheek impatiently, "Rule number one of survival, never stare hard at one place."

Dick came back to his senses, "Just look at you."

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Jason glanced at Dick with a half-smile, but decided not to bother with the immature big blue bird, he quickly moved the subject, "Now take me to Tim's bedroom." He paused, " Across the room from where I used to be."

past.

Dick lowered his eyelashes, and silently put this adjective into his heart. He looked up at the vent, and forcefully pushed it—then he was dragged to the ground without any image.

"Are you crazy?" Jason's voice was sullen. It was definitely not a good experience to watch Dick burrow into the worm-like thing. He even pressed on the teeth of the lamprey-like thing. , but when Dick looked at him inexplicably, Jason could only close his eyes helplessly.

"Go through the door." He said a little humiliated.

One thing to say, seeing Jason like this, Dick felt refreshed.

Like a frightened bird, Jason bit his lower lip a little anxiously, and after rounding a strange horn, he chose to seek help from fate.

"Dice of Probability." He communicated with the elements floating in the air. This thing has no type of power, but Doctor Strange firmly rejected it.

"We all know what fate is." Doctor Strange stared at the void, "Those who borrow fate will be backlashed by fate."

"Stop what you're talking about." Jason's voice became a little distorted under anxiety, "I'm—"

"Shh." Like a deft cat, Dick covered Jason's mouth and half-dragged him into the vent.

Jason showed a suffocating expression, and he looked around his body hastily.

"Tim's over there."

He saw Dick peel off a disgusting pile of flesh, a little light shone through the thick seal, and Tim could be seen squatting on the ground through the small hole.

Jason's pupils shrank violently.

"He's fumbling for coins from under the cabinet?" Dick asked uncertainly, but when he turned around, he was taken aback by Jason, who was now like a cat on catnip, his lips were not moving. Consciously opened, the tip of the tongue was vaguely hidden behind the teeth, and it looked like it was going to rush over to fight Tim to the death in the next second.

"Take out the pendant!" Doctor Strange shouted.

Not knowing what to think, Dick yanked the locket off his neck and threw it at Tim's head.

Tim moved like a robot in disrepair. He stood up with a pause, and slowly picked up the locket from the ground. The locket was emitting a faint light in his hand.

Tim opened it with an inexplicable urge.

Inside was a picture of a young boy with turquoise eyes staring at him.

The metal locket fell to the ground with a dull sound.

"...Damian?"

Tim muttered the name as he stood there in a daze, his head bowed, his eyes shaded by his long-uncut hair.

I seem to have forgotten something...?

Who is Damian?

I'm going... what am I going to do?

The noise flooded towards Tim, and he heard many indescribable ravings, those voices stirred his head like a sharp thorn, "Did I remember wrong?"

Dick gritted his teeth. He pulled a wire from the vent, tied Jason tightly, and jumped down decisively.

"Tim! Where's Damian?" Dick shook Tim's shoulder, trying to find out where Damian was.

"Damian... Damian is still waiting for me..."

"Yes." Dick's sixth sense crazily alerted him, "Damian is still waiting for you, you have to tell me where he is!"

Tim suddenly turned his head to look at Dick, "How many days have passed!"

"Let's hide it first." Dick carefully observed Tim's expression, and he made a tentative suggestion. He couldn't confirm that Tim was really awake, but the vent was an excellent trap. Tim was stuck there.

Dick rolled into the vent first, and beckoned to Tim. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Jason staring at him angrily, and rolled his lips meanly——

"Big Red?" Tim was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly jumped up, grabbing Dick's head and smashing it against the wall.

"Stop." Jason stopped the farce with a headache, "You are all real and sober, don't question this, when you can't confirm who you are, you are not far from crazy."

The two stared at him blankly, and Jason became more and more annoyed. He gritted his teeth and hissed, "So why don't you let me go?"

After Tim finally confirmed through multiple means that he was not crazy, he sat down in frustration, resting his chin on his knees, "Damian probably went to the Batcave."

Seeing Jason staring at him without blinking, he felt a little flustered. It seemed that after coming here, everyone became abnormal, but Dick seemed to be an exception.

"Anything wrong with the Batcave?" Dick asked.

"Bruce once warned us that we can walk around the manor at will, but never go to the Batcave." Tim shrugged, "Damian will definitely go there, in fact, I planned to finish the investigation Just go down and take a look at Wayne Manor." He smiled wryly.

"Are you sure he said that?" Jason frowned slightly.

Tim replays Bruce's move, "Where we all know."

Jason cast his eyes on the thing again, and it seemed to grow a little bigger, with a golden-green liquid oozing from it, and its beauty became more and more noticeable.

"Damian may have been to the Batcave," Jason said softly, "but he's probably somewhere else now..."

"We're waiting for your explanation." Tim couldn't help but reminded after waiting for Jason's post for a long time.

Jason was in a daze, and he shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to shake off the scene just now, "Bruce couldn't have put him in the Batcave."

"But we might end up going to the Batcave." Jason gradually formed a guess in his mind.