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

Tim is barely still, and Damian's breathing is a little short, and Bruce's reaction is exactly the same as before.

"It's been a week."

Jason raised his hand slightly to stop other people from moving, and he took a step forward, "What's on the screen?"

"My brain." Bruce glanced at the screen quickly, "The virus has been on for a week, and it has integrated my brain, making it mutated to a certain extent."

"That is to say..." Jason approached Bruce calmly.

"I still retain the highly rational thinking ability of the past, but the moral core will be replaced by evil."

Dick and the others also walked over in a logical manner, and they surrounded Bruce tacitly, showing worried looks.

"Have you told anyone else?" Tim asked.

Bruce shook his head, "That's why I called you to train to make sure you can subdue me."

Jason glanced at the open space next to him calmly. In the past, it was the sparring program entered by Bruce, but now he only saw layers of illusory and filthy existence there.

He changed positions.

The conversation between Dick and Bruce was still going on, and soon turned to a critical stage. Jason's overlapping ravings became more and more seductive, accompanied by persistent tinnitus.

He managed to focus on Dick's lips, and he didn't dare to look at Bruce any more.

"We're here to help..." Dick said blankly, "Bruce?"

There was only one thought left in Jason's mind!

"It's now!" He didn't know if he shouted.

Jason drew the Great Caste Blade from the void without hesitation, and slashed at Bruce hard, while Dick kicked back and kicked the gun that Bruce just took out from his arms neatly, Tim was behind him He raised his stick high.

Damian cut Bruce's throat directly with the samurai/knife.

"Sorry." Jason pressed his eyeballs, trying not to let his voice tremble, "This time we took the first step."

Bruce's face remained unchanged, he took a few steps back, covered the wound in his throat, and hoarsely said, "You are right."

"What the hell are you?" Jason's face changed, and under the reflection of Agamotto's eyes, he saw through part of the truth, "You are not what we saw before."

Bruce blinked meaningfully, he stood up slowly, and lowered his hand from his throat, "Have you forgotten?"

"you--"

Jason looked around, "You are that soul fragment!"

"I appreciate you guys giving me an anchor that never goes away." Bruce smiled. "You guys did that."

"So?" Dick said with a sullen face. Now he has finally recovered all his memories, and his body has also undergone some subtle changes.

But those memories of being shrunk before now gave him a feeling of being socially killed.

"So you can go out?" Bruce said uncertainly, "Is there anything else?"

"So you've been thinking about infecting us..." Jason closed his mouth, words were useless at this moment, he clenched his fist angrily, and slammed it hard at Bruce's face.

"You know in this place, as long as I don't allow it, you can't do anything." Bruce looked at Jason who was frozen in place with some amusement.

"But you've dragged on for so long." Jason's voice was full of anger, "Just like that? If you had said it earlier, if you hadn't left Tim and Damian behind..."

"If you had been earlier...why let your condition deteriorate to this point?"

"How about rewriting the direction of the past in your inner world?" Jason no longer cared about the things that have been stuck between them, he asked eagerly: "Clark, Diana... I'm sure they will all be willing."

Bruce smiled calmly, "I don't need it now."

He stared at him with an emotion that Jason couldn't understand, "You...you never know how much you have helped me."

"That's enough." He smiled slightly.

Bruce turned around, he pressed a button on the console, but Jason grabbed his hand abruptly - just as he was about to turn off the screen behind him.

"How long has it been?"

He paled and stared at Bruce in disbelief.

"what?"

"The virus has been on for a week, and it has reintegrated your brain." Jason mechanically repeated what Bruce said just now, and then forcefully ordered the Eye of Agamotto to fall into a deep sleep.

That indescribable scene appeared before his eyes again.

He slowly looked upwards along the place he was holding. From this vision, Bruce was no longer a normal person. Endless bloatedness appeared behind him, and the magical vortex in the void was slowly turning, some unbelievable The tentacles of names are entangled, tiny eyes burst out from their bodies, and foul words once again filled the entire space.

Jason chose to face Bruce in this form.

He's betting, betting that Bruce won't drive him into eternal madness.

"Whether it's a virus or pollution, it's impossible for them to achieve this effect in a short period of time." Jason said slowly, "In a week, it can only affect part of your brain."

Jason stared strangely at the indescribable thing that seemed to occupy the entire universe, "to achieve such deep pollution."

"No, it's not pollution anymore, damn it, how long have you been in the void?"

"You are Him."

Bruce raised his hand to cover Jason's eyes, "Don't look directly at things you can't look directly at."

Jason, however, pulled off Bruce's hand very ungratefully, and stared at everything in front of him stubbornly, "I want to know, how long ago was it to you when we were still on Earth -22?"

Bruce didn't respond.

Jason made a gesture of never giving up.

"You told Clark that you have a solution." Jason said, "How long did you spend looking for this method before that?"

"I don't know." Bruce replied softly, "I showed up at the end."

"But he has experienced many worlds." Bruce said, "I can't remember how many worlds it is. He has almost done some exploration of any possibility in the multiverse."

Bruce raised his finger and pointed to his head, "Those memories are so blurry to me, I just know it's been an extremely long, maddening time."

"So you have become like this over the long years." Jason said blankly.

"It's him," Bruce said emphatically.

"No matter how much time has passed, he will never forget what he has caused." Bruce added.

"That's why you split your soul..." Jason said, not acknowledging Bruce's splitting himself into two unrelated manifestations.

"Your efforts have been fruitful." Bruce said, he activated the time gem, allowing the protection to appear on Jason again, "Why is it so heavy? The matter has been resolved."

He looked at the distrustful eyes of the little birds, and laughed dumbly, "I promise."

"Brother, it's time to work for the patron's father." The mercenary stood up suddenly, and he patted Peter on the head. "Next time, I'll treat you to the best Mexican chicken taco in the world."

Peter pouted, "You pay?"

"I'll pay." The corner of the mercenary's mouth under the mask was raised high, and he began to figure out where to find a safe place to die.

"Steve." Bruce called out Doctor Strange's name familiarly, "They should go back."

"...I see." Doctor Strange made several mysterious gestures, and he unceremoniously threw the crystal freezing a few birds into the tunnel, "You can take them out now."

These were the last words remaining in the minds of the little birds.

Jason opened his eyes first.

A luxuriously decorated chandelier, he thought, and felt a slight tactile sensation under his body.

He rolls off of Tim uncomfortably, and is immediately taken aback by Clark.

"Rao—" Clark looked at him in shock, "Why are you here?"

Consciousness gradually came back, he sat up in a hurry, and roughly woke Tim and Damian, "Wayne Manor?"

"Uh...that's okay to say." Clark replied honestly, "although I don't know if I can call it that way if I'm not in Gotham..."

A strong sense of unreality, Jason thought in a daze.

Then he saw Jason staggering to his feet, as did Tim and Damian, who had been awakened by him, their bodies seemed very unnatural, like their brains didn't know how to control them, but that's it, they were Quickly walked in one direction.

"Bruce is still sleeping." Clark reminded in a low voice, and it was no surprise that no one paid attention to him.

Curiosity drove Clark to quietly float in mid-air, and pricked up his ears.

Jason kicked the door open again.

"Old man..."

He suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.

Tim and Damian also came in, and they froze in place one by one.

The Laughing Bat was not sleeping as Clark said, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at them calmly, holding a book in his hand, everything seemed very ordinary, just like when nothing happened a long time ago.

Dick, lying beside him, was slowly waking up.

Jason stared blankly at the Laughing Bat. Compared with the Bruce he saw in his inner world, the Laughing Bat's face was a bit more frosty, but these winds and frosts chilled his eyebrows, making him more and more popular. Not much, but now the coldness has disappeared, leaving only a piece of gentleness.

The Laughing Bat looked at the flustered little birds, he didn't ask anything, he just said something in a gentle voice——

"I'm home."

A weary soul finally has a home.