[Zhongyingmei] After inheriting the throne

Jason has apparently been having a rough time with his adoptive father and mentor lately.

After officially taking up the position of Robin, he secretly competed with his predecessor Robin.

As a result, he found that he was indeed inferior to that "senior".Although some minor accidents happened later, the relationship between him and Dick eased a lot.Still, the rivalry was always there, and it just got out of the way because Dick was stationed at Bludhaven.

Now, the main conflict falls between Jason and Bruce.

After Jason was brought home by Bruce, he knew the gap between himself and this family, and he also somewhat understood why Bruce chose to teach him.

control, control, control

He realized all the time that Bruce had hidden worries about him under the educational methods that made him gradually stronger.

And Jason has been struggling in such a messy place at the bottom of Gotham for so long, and he can still be taught by Bruce himself, instead of finding an orphanage and throwing him in. Painful resonance.

It's just that when young people are young and vigorous, Jason's anger often makes him go too far in his actions.

There were many such conflicts, and after Bruce threatened to "stop work", Jason, a big boy who happened to be in the rebellious period, also learned another way of avoiding getting along.

Don't be shy, it's all the big brother who set a good example.

Since he couldn't get what he expected from his adoptive father, Jason naturally missed his own parents again.But at this time, a piece of news broke his usual cognition.

"Sheila Heywood," a volunteer doctor who shines in the Third World

Bruce finally sees where the energy his good, non-cooperative son has put away these days is spent.

He has always been a smart and perceptive person, so naturally he quickly collected the pieces of the puzzle that were enough for him to spell out the truth, and quickly connected them together.

Soon, he sensed something was wrong.

how did jason find out

This kind of questioning is not a contempt for Jason, but all the clues that can be investigated through illegal means are just right. They may be hidden, but there are definitely traces.

It is like a winding maze full of bait.

And at the end of the maze, there is also buried a treasure that Jason will persistently search for, his own mother.

It was an ingenious trap, a plot against Jason, or himself.

Bruce rubbed his brows vigorously. Fortunately, he found out early, and fortunately, Jason hadn't left Gotham yet.

He didn't care about who set up the trap right now. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to talk to Jason.

A friend of Mr. Smile, the Weeping Doctor lost his happiness.Mr. Smile decides that he wants to help the crying doctor find his happiness.

The young doctor is staring at the computer, looking at something motionless.

He is only in his thirties. Although he has been married for a long time, he is naturally considered young in this industry.

A colleague passed by and called him all over.He trembled all over, and closed the lid with a "snap", as if he was guilty of being caught peeking at the porn during work hours.

Seeing his blank look, the colleague made a joke.He smiled awkwardly, then responded.

"Shall we have dinner together?" the colleague asked.

"I'll wait for a while." He shook his head.

The colleague didn't ask any more questions, opened the door and left.The cafeteria doesn't have any good food, so if you don't go there early, it will be difficult to leave any good food.

After the young doctor waited for the others to leave, he let out a long sigh of relief.But soon, he gasped, and the harder he breathed, the faster his breathing became.After realizing that he was overbreathing, the doctor coughed hard and interrupted his actions.

He slumped and lay down in the computer chair, looking at the white ceiling.

Two hours later, the doctor walked into the drawing room again.This is a once-a-week conversation as scheduled in the original treatment plan.And his patient is the most difficult "clown".

It's just that, compared to the uncontrollable solemn expression on his face, the clown is the relaxed one, as if the roles of the doctor and the patient have been reversed.

The clown was laughing, his face with all the makeup off, finally looked like a normal person.Even his deliberately relaxed expression made him look less sick and neurotic.

But the more relaxed he was, the more nervous the doctor opposite him became.

"Okay, let's get started." The doctor picked up his notepad, took out his pen, made a gesture of taking notes, and started a regular conversation.

"Oh, wait, wait. Don't be so anxious, don't be so boring." The clown intentionally interrupted the other party's usual pace.

The doctor's hand clenched tightly, and the flesh on the side that was in contact with the pen was squeezed out a sudden paleness.

He has always been wary of the clown in his heart, especially in the current situation.If possible, he really wanted to apply to end this stage of treatment immediately, and let the next unlucky person take over.

It's just that he didn't dare.

"It's too boring to always tell my story." The clown said, "You see, we have talked for so long, and we are so familiar."

"Doctor, why don't you tell me your story?" The clown imitated those confident psychiatrists, crossed his hands in front of his chest, half-lyed in the chair, and looked like a very sophisticated and successful person.

The doctor turned a deaf ear to this, and after a moment of silence he said, "Let's get back to business."

So, the clown interrupted him again, "I have nothing to say, why not tell me about you. Doctor, tell me your story, such as your wife and your lovely daughter"

"How do you know about them?" The doctor tightened his pen.The face that was intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the clown's gaze bounced up with the excitement and tension in his heart, and met the other's playful gaze.

He remembered, he clearly remembered, out of vigilance against clowns, in every conversation, he tried his best to avoid mentioning those things about himself.

Therefore, in his opinion, the clown should know nothing about other information except his name.

"Really? I'm afraid you haven't slept well recently, doctor." The clown said in a caring tone with the appearance of a good friend, "Your memory seems to have some problems."

"Do you want me to remind you?" The clown shook his finger.

"Shut up," the doctor snapped, standing up uncontrollably.

One is up and the other is down, one is free and the other is bound, but their mental states are completely opposite.

The clown's eyes showed a real smile, quietly waiting for the other party's next move.

Only then did the doctor realize his gaffe.He took two deep breaths, then sat back holding his pen and notebook, reminding himself while sitting down.

Calm down, calm down, don't let the other party get hold of it.

He completely forgot at this moment, if it really doesn't work, he can just terminate this conversation and give up this treatment directly.

Although, that means another failure.

But he didn't want to fail again, so he subconsciously gave up this possibility.

At the same time, he also gave up his retreat.

The clown looked at his expression and saw the looseness after his tension.

It's a good chance, he thought, before speaking.

"Doctor, have you forgotten that these are what you told me?"

The doctor's eyes straightened, and he stared at the clown in a daze, thinking about the key words he had said.

His wife, his children, these objects that he deliberately protected, did he reveal them to the clown himself?

How could this happen? It shouldn't be

The doctor was stunned, desperately trying to recall his memory.In his memory, the relationship between him and the clown has always been business-like, only asking questions, not answering, let alone mentioning his privacy.

Did he tell the clown himself? Why does he have no memory of it?

The doctor couldn't find the corresponding memory, so he could only stubbornly retort, "You are talking nonsense, I never mentioned these things."

"It seems that your recent memory is really not very good. Doctor, you should take a good rest." The clown said hypocritically.

Seeing his complete disbelief, the clown "kindly" added the details, "If you have forgotten it, then I can help you recall it, doctor."

"Your wife, Catherine, has beautiful long blonde hair and lake-blue eyes. You met her in college, and you met, oh so romantic, in At a baseball game, you accidentally knocked over her drink."

"Soon, you started dating. After graduating from college, you continued to study for a degree, and she found a job after graduation to support your studies. On the day you received your degree, you proposed to her. And Remember the classic candlelight dinner at her favorite restaurant."

The clown is right and detailed.

The doctor turned pale involuntarily, forgetting to interrupt his narration.

dangerous dangerous dangerous

The red warning light was spinning in his heart, but he just sat quietly, as if he had lost the strength to control himself.

"Later, you gave birth to a girl in the second year. She looked just like your wife, with light blond hair, white skin, and blue eyes. You gave all your love to this child. That's true. It's a very cute little girl, you still have a picture of her on you, right, she has cute twin tails."

The doctor froze.He seemed to see a poisonous snake spitting out its message and crawling towards his hidden lair.There was no figure of him inside, only a little bird flapping its immature wings.

With a "boom", thunder rumbled after the lightning, followed by another bolt of lightning.Pale light split the sky.

The rain will pour.

The doctor tried hard to focus his sight, he couldn't control the constriction of his pupils, he could only look at the pale figure with seaweed green hair shaking his head and sighing.

"What a happy family." The clown said with emotion.

Then, he changed the subject, "Unfortunately, you failed to keep it."

"what"

The doctor only felt that he was in the bottom of the sea, and all the sounds came through the water surface, gurgling through the sloshing bubbles, indistinct and indistinct.

What is he saying

"Well, the fact that your wife and your child left you must have hit you hard."

The clown pretended to be emotional, and even pretended to wail, wiping the non-existent tears with his fingers.

"It's so pitiful, doctor. It's such a perfect family, but someone else pried away the corner of the wall."

"What are you talking about?" the doctor asked stiffly, word by word.

Perhaps, he is not seeking an answer, but questioning himself.

"Oh, oh, it seems that you don't even have a good ear, do you?"

"I'm talking," the clown repeated, "that woman betrayed you and took your child."

"No, you're talking nonsense, they're waiting for me at home." The doctor reflexively denied it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be so blunt." The clown narrowed his eyes and continued.

"However, it's really sad to live in a fantasy world. Doctor, I think you are the one who needs treatment the most, are you sure, are your memories real?"

He leads step by step.

"If you go home and take a look now, you will find that you are the only one left in your family."

"You're talking nonsense, you're talking nonsense," the doctor muttered to himself.

"My words can't be more true. Have you forgotten that you signed the divorce agreement a month ago, at the request of your wife."

The clown's eyes gleamed with undisguised malice and interest, "Because you've always been such a cowardly and incompetent person, doctor."