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

"It's you." Bruce stared at Jason. His physical condition was terrible. The broken bones thrown out by Superman hadn't recovered yet, and he was pierced by bullets in a blink of an eye. He tried to sit up from the ground, but he Too weak to support himself, he could only lean weakly on the stone wall.

"You shouldn't be here." Little Jason's voice trembled, but his hand was steady.

Bruce smiled, "I have to come here."

He became very frank. He looked at little Jason and couldn't help feeling sorry. If only they had been more frank with each other in the past——

Does that mean that so many regrettable things won't happen?

"You hurt Batman." Little Jason said with a pale face, "Dick said you were Batman too, but how did Batman become like you?"

"Yeah..." Bruce sighed, "I don't know either." Then, he raised his eyes to look at Little Jason, "Batman didn't teach you to shoot, it's better to say that he never let you touch guns .”

He changed his position with difficulty, which could make the wound feel better: "Have you ever thought about why you are so proficient with guns? Obviously you didn't have a chance to touch him before?"

"What's more, you never hesitated."

Bruce looked at little Jason inexplicably, "Have you ever thought that everything you know is false?"

"Fake?" Little Jason couldn't help biting his lower lip. He seemed to have lost his usual decisiveness and bravery. In front of this face, his hands and feet felt heavy and his mind was in a mess.

"What's fake?" he murmured.

"Maybe everything is fake? Your background, Robin's identity, Jason, have you ever thought that everyone is lying to you?"

"They never lied to me!" In front of Bruce, Little Jason lost control of his emotions easily, and he pointed his gun forward, "You are the one talking nonsense!"

Bruce looked at Jason calmly, obviously he was the weak one, he was the one who was bleeding profusely and his life was hanging by a thread, but he didn't seem to worry about his future at all, he leaned on the There, looking at little Jason was like looking at a disobedient child throwing a temper tantrum.

"Think about it again, why is the Red Hood never willing to see you twice? Why does Batman always treat you with an inexplicable guilt? Why does Dick always smile uncomfortably when he sees you? And Damian, he looks at you like a failure, oh...Tim, he's always the sweetest one."

Bruce paused, he took a light breath, talking too much was really a burden for him, he tilted his head, Tim's expression seemed to be frozen - to be precise, there was no expression at all.

"Tim is taking care of you as best he can."

Little Jason was stunned, and the images of him getting along with the Bat family for several months flashed through his mind one after another. He had to admit that what Bruce said was not wrong at all.

"Haven't you ever wondered why they did this?"

Bruce's voice is soft, like the snake in the Garden of Eden, hissing, his lips trembling in a malicious smile.

But his eyes showed tenderness and sympathy, and endless sorrow poured out from the bottom of his heart.

Bruce closed his eyes slightly, he was a little worried that he would reveal something unknowingly.

"Why?" Little Jason looked at Tim begging for help, "Why? Obviously I have become Batman's Robin, and you let me enter the Batcave. No one has ever treated me like you..."

"Is this all fake?"

Tim's dexterous tongue seemed to be frozen suddenly, and he was speechless for a moment when he saw the inadvertent expression of little Jason asking for help.

"……Feel sorry."

After all, Tim lowered his head. He had to admit that they treated little Jason self-righteously, but they were actually making up for a mistake that would never be undone. The damage their Jason suffered was established and unchangeable. The existence of Jason further hinted at this point——

What would he have been like if the Joker hadn't killed him?

The red hood was probably keenly aware of the strange atmosphere in the house, and thoughtfully chose to leave.

"Then who am I?"

Little Jason looked anxiously at Batman behind him. Batman was in a state of confusion at this time. No one could answer him. He looked at Superman, and Superman also lowered his head. He was not qualified to answer Jason's question for Batman. .

No one can give him an answer.

No matter how mature little Jason is, he is still a child, a child not yet 11 years old, a child who is not ordinary, but still normal.

Of course, Damian is another matter.

Bruce held out his hand, "Come here."

Bruce saw his hand and suddenly realized that it was still holding a chain. He hesitated and dropped the heavy chain to the ground.

"You are my son."

Little Jason looked at Bruce in disbelief, he couldn't believe it was real, "I...? What did you say?"

"Where's that little bird next to you?" Bruce asked.

Little Jason took a step back vigilantly, raised his hand up, and then dropped it again.

"how do you know?"

Bruce was taken aback, and couldn't help laughing, "I promise I won't do anything bad?" He raised his hands and signaled to little Jason, his tone very gentle.

"He can answer a lot of your questions."

Little Jason hesitated for a moment, and patted his hand on the neckline hesitantly. He wanted to call out the little blue bird, but to his surprise, the little blue bird, who was always on call, nestled in his clothes and didn't move. up.

"Hey, buddy." He poked his finger through his clothes, and the little blue bird reluctantly poked its head out, then shrank back.

"..."

After all, it chose to come out. It fluttered its wings and flew beside Little Jason, but it didn't dare to approach Bruce at all.

"Dick."

Bruce said sternly, "Don't scare your young brother."

"What?" Little Jason looked at the little blue bird in confusion. There was a big mystery in his little head. He looked at Bruce, but found that Bruce was staring at him with concern. After looking at each other for a second, he Choose to look at Tim.

He's the smartest one after all, thought Young Jason.

Tim was dumbfounded, he didn't want to answer the nonsense, he knew it, but he didn't want to explain it, he was fed up with the weird ethics drama of the Bat-family, and sadly found himself one of them.

The little blue bird landed on the ground and didn't move. His Doudou looked at the sky and the earth but didn't look at people. Bruce finally waved his hand impatiently.

"I don't remember teaching you to escape." He said, and a cloud of black mist enveloped the little blue bird.

"Oh..." Bruce curled his fingers twice, "Dick, where are your clothes?"

He thoughtfully left the black mist on Dick, and condensed an interesting tights for him—it outlined his figure very well.

Dick didn't show any shame, although every reasonable person in the room was embarrassed for him, but Tim saw the problem when he saw Dick for the first time.

He was also deeply eroded by the virus. His face, which always wore a beautiful smile, became pale, his lips were purple, but his eyes were abnormally red. Those black mist surrounded Dick. It can't be said that he was once the only bright color in Gotham.

Dick lowered his head, and kicked little Jason mercilessly.

"Stop," Bruce ordered, and as soon as he finished speaking, Dick immediately pulled back his attack.

They are completely different.

Tim pondered quietly, countless clues flashed through his mind, but he still failed to catch the most critical one.

"Why?" Little Jason looked at Dick hurt. After he asked this sentence, he felt like he had lost again. He clenched the gun in his hand and stared at Dick.

But he still felt extremely reconciled. According to what Bruce said, Dick was his elder brother, and in the past days, Little Blue Bird had been by his side all the time. He couldn't help asking again: " Why?"

There must be a reason, little Jason thought hurtfully.

Dick didn't answer, he retreated to Bruce and protected him.

"He's different from you." Bruce reached out his hand and patted Dick on the back reassuringly, his mood became even more depressed, "It wasn't his intention."

Little Jason was frustrated and irritable, "What the hell is going on!" He raised the gun in his hand, but was knocked out by Dick.

But Dick didn't make any intention of attack except for this action.

"...you just forgot." Bruce replied, he glanced at Tim, and then looked away, "There's nothing to hide, your status has something to do with me."

Superman looked at Bruce sharply, suddenly realizing something.

"I've been sleeping before, I don't know where I am, this body has been moving, but it's not me who controls it, but a Bruce Wayne who doesn't know anything."

"Aren't you Bruce Wayne?" Little Jason asked.

"No." Bruce shook his head, "I'm not."

He continued: "When crossing the world, I turned you all into animal forms, so that you can survive to the greatest extent, but after arriving in this world, I fell into a deep sleep."

"And that Bruce remembered Jason." Tim said in a deep voice.

Bruce glanced at Tim unexpectedly, and he nodded, "As long as I can remember you, you can return to human form, and your state depends on my cognition."

"And Bruce, who didn't know anything, only recalled the time when Jason was not adopted..." Tim continued, "In his perception, Jason is completely normal."

"What the hell are you doing for?" Tim was completely confused, Bruce almost showed them the flaws, he could see that Bruce didn't hold anything back, the more honest Bruce was, the more confused he became.

Bruce lowered his head slightly, his eyes in a trance.

"Save them," he whispered.

He rubbed his temples painfully, and he felt like his head was about to explode.

"What did you just say?" Tim's heart was pounding.

"Huh?" Bruce looked up nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened.