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

Dick babbled on the sidelines: "Well, Jason, Bruce...he's always been sorry for what you've been through."

"Shut up and tell me what happened to Bruce?"

Jason roughly interrupted Nightwing's endless thoughts, "If only Bruce came back, you wouldn't be wandering around Gotham just to catch me home."

Dick laughed dryly.

"Bruce, only Bruce, not Batman."

Jason shook his body impatiently: "So the old man finally lost his mind?"

Tim watched Jason in silence for a while, making sure he wasn't as crazy as he was a few days ago, and said slowly, "Big Red, Bruce is young again, he looks about the same age as Dick... and his My mind is a little fuzzy.”

"You have to be mentally prepared."

Jason: "..."

How to say it is the same as the old man had an accident!

He anxiously watched Dick push open the door of the manor, Wayne Manor remained unchanged, as if he hadn't left home all these years, as if he should have been a part of this place——

All of a sudden, the past rose up from the dust of the years, time was like wine, and the years were like tides, and the things he thought he had forgotten and buried deep in the rotten memory rushed up.

In fact, he died and came back to life, and it hasn't been that long since he died, but he experienced too many things in the middle, filled with memories, which made him feel that half his life has passed in a trance, and he is already a very old person——

But in fact, if there is no clown...he should have come back from Gotham University after school, and greeted Ah Fu with a smile...

No, where is Afu?

Jason shivered and came back to his senses suddenly, and found that Ah Fu was not standing in front of the carved gate to welcome them as usual.

"Dickie, where did Ah Fu go?" Jason asked with a frown.

"Bruce fired him." Dick gave a polite but awkward smile.

"Wow..." Jason froze for a moment, then nodded.

"I believe what you said now, the old man is not just crazy."

Bruce saw another charming man walking in, with black hair and blue eyes, and a very good inverted triangle figure. Although his buttocks were not as high as the man hugging him, he had broad shoulders and narrow waist. Three handsome men walked in side by side. When I was in the house, the wayne mansion was shining brightly.

"Damn it, I really have no other meaning in raising children."

Bruce felt extremely embarrassed. The men in the Bat family have their own characteristics, but they all grow in his aesthetic point. Although he hasn't gotten along very well and hasn't thought of anything, the unique temperament and familiarity make him feel Very kind.

He rose eagerly and greeted the newcomer enthusiastically, his soulful blue eyes fixed on the newcomer.

"Don't tell me, you are also my adopted son."

Hell, his blue eyes are so beautiful, Bruce is like a cat who sees fried small yellow croaker, lightly skirts the obstacle and walks forward.

The man was so frightened that he took a step back with one foot, and then moved back immediately.

He opened his mouth in vain, his face was flushed, like a cat whose tail was stepped on and was about to jump up, he looked frightened, as if he wanted to curse, but he stammered and couldn't say anything come out.

Bruce nodded feebly at the handsome man.

"Yes...you are my father."

Jason's head was heavy and his chest was tight, and his body gradually became stiff.

"What did I just say? No, what did the old man just say? Is he teasing me? This guy who looks younger than me is Bruce?"

Poor Jason's mind was running wild, trying to reset his entire life, remembering bits and pieces of his past.

He thought of his embarrassment when he was exposed to flashing lights when he was first adopted.

He remembered that his classmates at school thought Bruce was his sugardaddy.

He thought of the little boy at the dinner party who was jealous of him stepping up to the sky and getting the unspoken rules of the Prince of Gotham.

So many years have passed, and the self who has long since left the slender figure of his youth, the self who is far away from Dicky Bird's poor taste of green scale shorts, and the self who has become the big boss of Gotham, was actually taken by his nominal adoptive father——

Molested?

Damn, he looks smaller than himself.

Jason's growth period is very long, different from the neutron star density demon cubs, he may have lost too much nutrition when he wandered on the street when he was young, which made him always the thinnest among his peers, but as he entered puberty, he He developed rapidly, he is not a naturally slender man like Dick, he became well-defined, his chest muscles became thick and strong, and his long-term vigilante life gave him sexy abs and mermaid lines...

He felt his fist itch.

Then he saw Dick's pitying eyes: "Little Jay Bird, I said, you have to be mentally prepared."

He finally landed his fist on Nightwing's perfect face.

"That is to say, you are my second adopted son? You stole my tires, so I adopted you?" Bruce looked at Jason incredulously after a lot of fuss.

"Yes! I don't know what medicine you took wrongly!" Jason said loudly with a thick throat, as if trying to cover up his guilt.

"Maybe Robin is your replacement, and Dickhead wasn't in Gotham at the time, I guess you need a little sidekick."

"No, I've never needed a sidekick." Bruce was convinced of that.

Embarrassment creeps through the room again, and Jason turns his head away, trying not to look at Bruce's face, which looks too young and gives him a sense of rift.

Just like he was the kid with the wrench in Crime Alley, Bruce was the same, the smiling teenager who would ask him if he was hungry.

Bruce spoke, and he said a word abruptly.

"sorry."

Jason turned his head restlessly. He couldn't believe his ears. Once the wish he had been wishing for for many years came true, his eloquence lost its due effect. You must know the nonsense he used to talk when he was fighting. Almost every bad guy in Gotham misses the old Robin.

He became disheartened again, what was the use?It's not that they haven't reconciled, but what did he get in exchange for the reconciliation?Fucking Bruce lied to him.He tricked him into thinking they were reconciled, and then took him to Ethiopia, where he was tortured by clowns for a few days and then brutally killed.

Batman needs the Red Hood to recall his own death in order to save Batman's own biological child.

His pride was hurt by it, he felt deeply humiliated, and in that moment he realized that Bruce had never accepted his resurrection, never given an ounce of real trust.

The relationship between Jason and Damian is not bad. They have both grown up in the League of Assassins for a long time. He doesn't want anything to happen to Damian at all. As long as Bruce is willing to ask him, he will know everything. But Bruce didn't.

Bruce lied to him that he had a mission, and only when he lied to the ruins did he tell Jason: "I need you to recall how you were resurrected."

Since you only see me as a broken soldier, why do you give me the illusion that we have reconciled?

Jason's heart was hit hard. He dropped his motorcycle and left without looking back.

He wanted to leave Bruce completely, and Gotham completely, but Batman remained in the solitary lamp of his memory like a flame, haunting him all the time, and if it wasn't for Bruce, he would probably have died in Crime Alley long ago.

Jason didn't hate Bruce, but he didn't know how to face him. He only saw that Bruce quickly found a child to replace him after his death, as if he was a part that could be replaced at will, and his death didn't affect him. Despite the slightest impact, Bruce still involved the child in his night career. He was very angry and didn't know what to do. He fought against the Batman family, but he was always unable to kill at critical moments.

He became the black sheep of the family, a wandering and unstable factor.

When he finally calmed down and wanted to meet Bruce, he got the news of Bruce's death, and then learned from Tim that he was killed by the clown. Bruce almost killed the clown. If it wasn't for Superman's obstruction, the clown would have died up.

Jason's love for Batman broke through his vulnerable armor.

Batman's death was the last straw that drove Jason crazy.

Fortunately, Dicky Bird stopped him from making more mistakes. Bruce lost his memory, but it's a good start, isn't it?

Jason thought bitterly.

"Jason, right?" Bruce stared blankly, "I remember you."

Jason showed a surprised look, "What do you remember?"

"I remember you spilling a handful of marbles... a lot of people fell over and you made them look good."

Bruce couldn't help showing a nostalgic smile, "You've grown up, Jason."

Bruce pinched his nose unconsciously: Jason, I think of a lot...I think of me throwing you against the wall, scolding you for hitting too hard, scolding you for almost killing those people..."

Jason's tense facial expression gradually eased: "That was a long time ago."

"You never listen to me."

Bruce went on to say: "You dare to put a wrench on me when I'm wearing armor."

Dick whistled and grinned at Jason: "Little Wing, I really can't tell."

Tim was also a little surprised. Although the second-generation Robin was his idol, he had no way of knowing what happened to Jason when he was a child, but he was not surprised by it. "This is indeed the Red Hood."

Jason's face turned red again, and he became a little annoyed: "I came out of Crime Alley, otherwise, would I follow anyone who invited me to dinner? Do you think I'm a puppy?"

Bruce looked at the joy of the three, watched their laughter, and felt a little surprised. He felt warm in his heart, filled with an intoxicating happiness, but his spirit was still cold, and a voice told him, This won't last long, everything is temporary.

You will never be happy.

A deep and cold voice echoed in his heart.