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

Tim and Damian waited for themselves to return to the real world, but they felt extremely heavy on their bodies, and their chests felt tight and suffocated, as if a mountain was pressing on them.

Damian woke up with a start, his eyes wide open, and Jason, who had recently lost weight, was only 180 pounds. Todd had his knees on himself and Tim.

Goddamn Red Hood nearly crushed himself on top of him!

Jason put his hand over their mouths.

Damian closed his eyes and lay down peacefully for two seconds. Although he knew that the Red Hood would not control them for no reason, but... what did his gloves touch? !

He wished he could get up and give that obtrusive red head a stick!

Timmy wakes up slowly——

His eyes widened in surprise, wondering what Jason did, and why they had to accept a red hood that had just lost weight when they woke up.

You must know that these vigilantes of the bat family are a mobile arsenal.

"Ummmm..." Tim noticed that Damian was struggling wildly.

Tim silently reminded Red Hood to pay attention to the side. Although Damian struggled silently, what would the devil boy do to his second brother...

Tim didn't want the Robin he admired the most to die at the hands of the devil.

Jason's grip tightened, and he motioned Tim and Damian to look outside with his chin, slowly and stiffly.

He felt that the body under his hands stiffened instantly, just like himself back then.

Oh……

Jason never thought about what would happen if Bruce really wanted to avenge him one day.

relieved?reconcile?To apologize to Bruce?Awkward to be the black sheep of a family?

But when he actually saw Bruce out of control, he just felt...

He really didn't want to admit that fact.

He felt creepy, a chill came straight up from the bottom of his heart, fear was like waves constantly impacting his reason——

By the time he sees Bruce, he's reflexively aiming at the... that crazy bat.

The Red Hood feels ridiculous throughout, and from the moment he enters Arkham, everything feels a little off.

As soon as Jason walked into the Arkham Hall, he saw his brothers with their eyes closed, doing basic training in an empty place, throwing darts and punching hard.

He secretly pressed the video button, then walked around behind the two of them, and gave them a heavy hand knife respectively.

"I'm sorry, Xiaohong." He apologized without sincerity, and then happily grabbed the back of Damian's neck. The normally arrogant little devil was like a persecuted cat.

Poor, helpless, but strong.

Jason almost laughed out loud as he shook Damian's collar.

A man's happiness is so simple, he thought.

He tucked the two birds under his arm like a sack, and walked deep into Arkham's familiar corridors.

But there was no one in Arkham, the dregs of society locked away in filthy and antiquated cubicles were gone.

He loaded the gun skillfully, but a scream caught his attention, the sound was extremely shrill and painful.

He could only judge the basic direction of the cry, Arkham was too big, and a lunatic asylum obviously couldn't hold these garbage, so Bruce cooperated with the Gotham Police Department to draw a heavily guarded island for them.

Maybe Gotham has a kind of magic that makes people crazy.

No one knows why Gotham is full of lunatics, just like all the lunatics in the United States are concentrated in Gotham. If crime has a hierarchy, then Gotham is probably their final checkpoint?

Jason envied Flash while running... I heard that Flash's villain has a good relationship with him?If you have the opportunity, you must visit it. The Flash is so nice, he won't refuse...

He spread his thoughts endlessly, trying to make himself less nervous. In fact, that scream awakened his darkest days, those days when he was slaughtered, helpless and painful.

He also screamed helplessly.

The difference is that there was no one like himself to save him at that time.

He has entered the depths of Arkham, where Scarecrow, Bane, and Human Bats should have been kept...

And clowns.

There was no one in the cell, and everyone disappeared. The dark clouds in Jason's heart were getting thicker and thicker, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

"If all these people run out, then..."

Dick couldn't handle this. It was too difficult for him to face a city of lunatics alone.

The best ending is that he suppressed the riots in Gotham, but if there is a slight accident... he will be devoured without any bones left.

Jason knew what it was like to die, and he didn't want anyone else to suffer it.

He ran through several floors in a row, and the empty cell seemed to be mocking him

Although Jason was anxious, he had to take Tim and Damian with him. He couldn't relax at all in Arkham. There was no safe place here, and the safest place at this time was by his side.

Jason pulled out the rope gun, thinking about firing from the vent in the ceiling, he needed to go see what was going on up there immediately.

When he finally arrived, he couldn't believe his eyes.

All the super villains were tied up, and they were tightly chained to chairs, posing as honest people.

But... just... just use those chains?

Those chains can hold a monster like Bane?

He held his breath, gently put Timmy and Damian down, and made them immobilized. The scene in front of him was so weird that he couldn't think of any guy who could do this feat...

Superman?

No, even Superman couldn't make these guys behave like this.

Jason took out the observation mirror, extended the lens out of a small corner, rotated the angle, and observed quietly.

The vents he was in were distributed in the very center of the room, and the grotesque supervillains formed a semicircle like an Athens referendum.

When he rotated the camera behind him, he froze for a moment.

On the opposite side of the semicircle, a luxurious human chair is placed in the middle.

That chair, no, that is a hill made of dead people.

The skinny hand bones still had shreds of meat that were not completely rotten, showing a dark red to black color. They were carefully piled up to form a throne.

Their pain before death can still be seen from the black skulls.

Numerous human heads with their mouths wide open, their flesh and flesh have melted into a sticky state, hell, these things still look fresh.

On the Iron Throne made of corpses, the one leaning on a leg bone is Bruce!

He looks so relaxed, he's sitting on that thing like he was born to be a grim reaper... and he's holding a revolver nonchalantly?

Bruce was wearing a complicated windbreaker with a large stand-up collar. The clothes well outlined the curves of Bruce's body, and the metal belt made his waist look thin and tough. He seemed to be wearing a tight black leather jacket?

Jason took a closer look, and he realized that Bruce was actually wearing a gel coat.

Uh... the kind that his clubhouse also offers.

Bruce's heart-rending blue eyes were covered by an iron hoop with spikes and spikes, and two sharp horns protruding from the side of the iron hoop, forming his body——

Bat ears.

Are you serious?He also wore knee-high black leather boots?

He looked a bit like he was wearing a dress.

His lazily resting hand on the dead man's thigh looked extremely pale, in stark contrast to the black iron ring in his hand, showing a kind of shocking beauty, but the iron ring stretched out... It was tied on both sides On the thin neck of a little bird?

Why did Bruce go to all the trouble of tethering two birds?

If the scene wasn't too weird, Jason might jump down and say hello to Bruce, "Dad...? Do you know that your clothes are very interesting? Or have you finally given up on your ways?"

The family's aesthetic hopes that Jason will think about these messy things at the wrong time. Although that Bruce looks extremely weird, he has also come into contact with a lot of parallel world theories, and the prisoners in Arkham are here, which makes him feel more at ease.

As long as it is Batman, the Robins know him enough. Bats all have something in common. Bruce's early warning plan for all members is prepared for this time.

There is nothing Batman can't count. For a long time, Jason firmly believed in this.

But Jason couldn't figure out what Bruce had to go through to become like this.

Bruce tilted his head and asked in a hollow and false voice, "Does anyone know why we are gathered together today?"

No one said anything.

"Why are you so serious... answer my question...?" Bruce sounded extremely considerate, his soft voice and kind attitude were exactly the same as the flowers he had once received from a little girl in the sewage.

boom!

He fired without warning, and the poor Riddler curled up in a ball. He habitually opened his mouth to sarcastic, but closed his mouth wisely.

Bruce's indifferent voice came from the darkness: "The answer is simple, because we are all sick, and we all need to cure our brains."

The Scarecrow said stiffly, "I need a doctor."

He carefully considered his words, trying to calm down their old opponent, "Fear doesn't work for me."

"whee--"

Bruce stood up step by step and walked gracefully towards the scarecrow.

"I can't believe you." He bent down, approached the scarecrow's face, and poked the scarecrow's eyes.

"After that day, my life was like getting on a train that didn't have brakes, but the fucking train derailed." Bruce was very calm, and the previous madness didn't seem to exist.

"Klein, I seem to have forgotten what it's like to be afraid."

Jason saw the Scarecrow wince, but he was bound so tightly that he had to look directly at Bruce.

"Let's play a game and prove that you really don't feel fear."

Bruce methodically took out a box from his belt. Bruce blocked Jason's view, and Jason couldn't see what was in the box from Jason's perspective.

But the Scarecrow struggled violently suddenly, he stretched his body in vain, like a dying chicken.

"Where's your principle? Bat!" he yelled hopelessly.

Jason saw Bruce unhurriedly take out a syringe from the box. The liquid in the syringe was an ominous green color, and the needle gleamed coldly.

Bruce moves so slowly that the scarecrow can see how the needle point goes into his eye.

"Ha——" Bruce laughed coldly, "Don't worry, Klein, after you finish this injection, I will also inject it. Let's see who is the winner."

"With me by your side, what are you afraid of?" Bruce's voice sounded hellishly sincere, with some innocent sweetness in it.

"Don't... Batman..." The Scarecrow has never missed the violent bat so much, even if he was beaten to the point of paralysis... He can recognize the color of his fear gas, but such a high-concentration potion...

After the potion in the box is diluted, people on the entire coastline can live in fear for a lifetime.

"Forgive me...have mercy..."

The scarecrow's mournful begging for mercy stopped abruptly.

Jason shuddered.