Jason Confusion Award [Comprehensive British and American]

After Slade dragged Bruce, Jason came to the clown's cell almost unimpeded.

Looking at the tube of green reagent in his hand, Jason's eyes flashed an unknown light.

He thought he wanted the clown to die, but Jason actually preferred the death method chosen by "Jason" in the world of Arkham Knights for the clown than letting him die like this in Arkham.

However, considering that the clown in that world is a clown who will die if killed, and the clown in his own world is a clown who cannot be killed no matter how hard he kills, Jason dispelled his desire for the way the clown died.

If he really did what "Jason" did, when everyone saw the clown being killed and then resurrected, it would cause riots and panic.

The clown has already been given enough titles by people, and there is no need to add another one to the other party.

After removing the lock on the door, Jason walked in directly.

"Look, what a persistent kid, does Batman know his little robin is so persistent?" Without Jason needing to speak, the clown understood the purpose of his visit this time.

He looked so fearless and fearless, as if death did not threaten him at all, and as if he was sure that Jason could not bring death to him.

Jason, who has always been good at talking, only when facing the clown, he doesn't want to say a word, he just wants the other party to say goodbye to this world as soon as possible.

Seeing the green reagent in Jason's hand, the clown laughed wildly, "Good boy, do you like green? Uncle Clown likes it too."

"Really?" Jason inhaled those medicines into the needle with an empty needle, "You'll like it better."

After confirming that all the reagent tubes were inhaled by the needle, Jason walked towards the clown step by step.

"Don't you resist, maybe this will be your last resistance."

The clown looked at Jason, as if he was looking at a junior he admired, or as if he was looking at a work carved by himself.

"No, no need, you can try it, and you will have more opportunities to try it in the future." The clown likes to look at the face full of expectations and become disappointed, if this face belongs to Jason, or even Batman , that would be great.

"Pray that your self-confidence can save your life." Even Jason himself was not sure about the effect of the reagent, and he didn't want to admit defeat in front of the clown.

After injecting the tube of reagent into the clown's body, the clown did show some pain at first.Even though he still had a smile on his face, the twitching of his body did not hide from Jason's eyes.

But after less than 10 minutes, the clown's body seemed to get used to it, and he didn't show anything wrong anymore, but he looked better and better.It's like the reagent that works to end the life of the other party, not only failed to complete the mission, but instead became the nourishment for the other party's body.

This is ridiculous!

When he saw Bruce and Slade rushing towards here one after the other, Jason put away all his disappointment in an instant.

He looks at Bruce. "Are you happy that the clown isn't dead?"

Jason actually knew that even if Bruce didn't want to kill the Joker, he wouldn't be happy about it either.

Faced with such a scene, the clown was extremely excited.He felt that perhaps the thing he was most proud of so far was killing Jason back then.

This brought him enough follow-up surprises.

"He killed me once, and now he wants to kill the other Robins." Jason stared closely at Bruce, not letting go of any reaction from the other party, "Even so, do you still insist that he deserves to die? ?”

"He didn't deserve to die." Bruce looked back at Jason, "He just didn't deserve to die in our hands."

For a moment, Jason really wanted to question Bruce loudly.

The clown killed himself, and he let himself leave Bruce's side. For the other party, isn't that enough to make him have a little bit of killing intent towards the clown?

why? !

"Batman, are you going to hurt me to protect him?"

"I was never protecting him..." I was protecting you.

As if he had a tacit understanding, but also as if he didn't understand, Jason interrupted Bruce's unfinished sentence, "Are you going to say that you are protecting me!"

Jason doesn't trust himself, Bruce can see that.

This is actually a very sad thing.

Maybe Jason didn't love Slade as much as he loved Bruce, but at this moment, his trust in Slade was something Bruce couldn't match anyway.

Maybe because of anger, maybe because of hatred, or something more, they seem to be getting farther and farther away from each other, and it seems that they have never been separated.

Love can overcome many existences, but sometimes, love is nothing.

At this moment, Jason couldn't help but think of the plot of "Batman: Under the Red Hood" he had seen.

"If he and I could only have one life, who would you choose?"

Before Bruce could say his answer, Jason retracted the question himself.

"Just pretend I didn't say anything." Jason didn't want to stay any longer, he didn't want to be with Batman and the Joker at all, "Friendly reminder, the man behind Robin is the Joker."

Even though he had said it before, he couldn't help but say it again.

After speaking, he left without looking back.

He failed again.

"I'll help you figure it out," Slade promised.

"Slade, are you staying in Gotham?"

"Do you want me to stay?"

Slade looked as if Jason could stay if he asked.

But Jason knew that was not the case.

In some ways, Slade is actually a lot like Bruce.They are all people with their own persistence and will never change for others.

And the reason why Jason didn't have the same conflict with Slade as he had with Batman was because he didn't touch Slade's bottom line.

Just like the wedding at the beginning, their quarrel was no smaller than the one between him and Batman now.

For a moment, Slade wanted to kill himself, it was true.

Jason captured that moment so clearly, it was an emotion Bruce would never feel for him.

But Jason wasn't proud of it, after all Bruce was an existence that even clowns wouldn't kill.

"Don't worry about what I want, just do what you want." Jason said seriously, "I am no longer the child who needs your protection."

Jason thought that if Slade met him now, maybe the other party would appreciate him, but it might be difficult for them to develop that almost father-son relationship.

It can only be said that the stronger the person, the stronger the desire to protect and control. This point, even the villains are no exception, but their desire to protect is different from that of heroes.

Jason and Slade met at a time when Jason needed someone to care and protect, and Slade happened to be willing to do so.

All the things that followed were derived from this desire for protection.

"Really?" Slade was noncommittal to Jason's statement, "Are you going to stay here to entangle with Batman and the Joker?"

Seriously, Slade could understand Jason's emotions.

After all, considering the experience of the other party, if it was Slade himself, he would not want to leave like this.

But maybe it was clear to the bystanders, Slade could tell that if this continued, only Jason himself would be hurt.

Because he cared too much, and neither the Joker nor Batman cared so much.

"If you don't leave me, what will I do? Leave like a loser, this is my city!" Jason wanted to kill the clown, but he never thought of making this his life's work. He'll figure out a way to fix it quickly.

"Right now, she's Batman's," Slade reminded Jason of how he felt about the city.

"Sooner or later she will be mine, and I will be hers."

Jason said with some certainty: "I am what this city needs. I can give her what Batman can't. I know her much better than Batman."

Slade couldn't understand why both Batman and Jason were so obsessed with this not so good city.

But even though he didn't understand, he chose to respect it.

"If this is your choice..." Slade took out a /gun/ and handed it to Jason, "I hope I can see you alive and kicking next time, brat."

Jason took the /gun handed over by Slade, he put away the /gun/ and looked up at the other person, "Thank you, Slade, for everything."

Whether you saved me back then, didn't choose to abandon me, went through fire and water for me, taught me all the time, and even wanted to give me a name... or you are still standing by my side, looking for what I want for me...

Thank you, Slade.

For Jason's thanks, Slade didn't say anything, he just waved his hand, then turned and left.

Jason didn't see the smile on Slade's lips after he turned around.Slade didn't see the reluctance flashing in Jason's eyes after he turned around.

Step by step, Slade walked out of Jason's field of vision.

Unlike the last time they broke up unhappy, this time, they said goodbye decently and emotionally, leaving room for each other.

Maybe they will never return to the state of being dependent on each other, but in their hearts, each other always holds a special place.

Jason's action of killing the clown failed again, but the action of hunting Robin set off by the clown also failed.

Unlike Jason's time before, now, no mercenary, or mercenary squad, can break through the double protection of the red hood and Batman and kill Robin.

And those few who have this ability will not go against the Justice League's advisors for such a little money.

Not everyone in this world has the guts of a clown to tease Batman's bottom line, and even take pleasure in it.

After learning what Jason was doing during this time, Damian sneaked out of Wayne Manor and found him with the help of the red bean.

"You know, I'm the greatest masterpiece of the League of Assassins."

In this world, maybe only Damian can put a simple sentence "I have the ability to protect myself", and it's strange to say it like this.

and--

"Don't think of yourself as some damn masterpiece, you were never the work of the League of Assassins, you are an independent life." Jason looked at Damian, "It was never that they created your excellence, but they were lucky to have Excellent you."

Damian touched his burning ears, and muttered in a low voice, "If you could talk sweetly to your father, you wouldn't be like this."

"What are you talking about, Damian?" Jason asked, who couldn't hear Damian's mumble clearly.

"It's nothing."