Is Zongyingmei superhero raising monsters today?

The shattered dreams turned into bits of brilliance, exuding a faint fragrance, like the smell of lavender, mixed with a faint milk fragrance, which makes people feel a little sleepy.Jason is too familiar with this smell. Little Butterfly always has this smell on him, which makes people feel at ease.

The gentle fragrance slowly weaves a beautiful illusion, and the surrounding scenery becomes distorted.Batman clenched the batarang subconsciously, the sharp blade pierced his palm, causing sharp pain.But obviously he can still feel the pain, why was he still pulled into the illusion?

The scene in front of them was a nightmare for the two of them. Jason looked at the burning warehouse and felt a little dazed for a while.Ever since raising Little Butterfly, he hasn't dreamed of this warehouse for a long time.

So, is this his dream?The two thought about it almost at the same time.Jason stepped forward step by step, but he always felt that there was a sense of disobedience. Has he seen the warehouse blown up?He remembered that he should have died in the fire at this time.

Someone whispered in the ear, it whispered, like the whisper of a demon.It says you should hate, you should be angry, for this city, for this world.

The locomotive roared from far to near, and Jason saw Batman coming straight towards the warehouse. He subconsciously wanted to hide, because at some point, the red hood had disappeared from his face.

Batman walks past him, ignoring him.He rushed into the fire without hesitation, and the crackling sound of burning wood was the only music that night.The pitch-black cloak brought up a breeze, and the tongue of flames licked the cloak ambiguously. He kept rummaging through the ruins.

Jason suddenly understood that this was not his dream, but Batman's, something that happened after his death.He had never seen Batman like this, terrified and miserable.The bat found the scarred robin from the flames. He hugged his child tightly and let out a hoarse cry.

That man is always too rational, he clearly looks at everything that happens around him, carefully examines and makes judgments.Everyone in Gotham knows that Batman has countless plan Bs, but Jason makes Batman helpless, and countless plan Bs cost him his death.

The sky in the distance turned pale, and a blood-red sun rose, showering the ground with morning light, but he let go of this place alone, let go of Gotham, which he loves and hates at the same time.Batman picked up his child and walked away step by step. He turned his back to the sun and walked into the darkness.

The picture distorted for a while, followed by a strong sense of weightlessness. By the time he landed safely, the surrounding scene had changed back to the rainy Gotham.Jason stood in the distance, watching the three people holding black umbrellas standing in front of the tombstone.This is the cemetery of the Wayne family.

The boy in the tomb has no chance to grow up again.The three stood silently.The rain was getting heavier, and the surrounding land was muddy. "When are you going to let go of your damn control, huh?!" Dick's voice was gnashing his teeth with uncontrollable anger.

"He's still so young, just...he's lying here like this." Dick closed his eyes, remembering his resentment towards Jason before and giving him the title of Robin afterwards.Things always happened so unexpectedly, Jason was killed shortly after he accepted Jason.

"It's my fault." Bat lowered his head, his voice as if it had been polished by sandpaper.

After that day, there was a bloody and tattered uniform in the Batcave, and Batman searched for the escaped clown day and night.His blue eyes were bloodshot, and the stubble that hadn't hung for a few days grew wantonly.He looked downcast and frustrated.

"Master, please pay attention to your body, you haven't eaten or rested for a long time." The gray-haired butler tried to bring Batman out of the Batcave.

"No, Alfred, I can't." How could he sleep peacefully like this, when the Joker was still roaming around Gotham, when his child was being murdered.Every minute and every second, someone whispered in his ear that he had personally killed Jason, and if he hadn't brought Jason out of Sin Alley, he might have lived well.The so-called becoming a criminal is just his conjecture.

"I brought him home with my own hands and made him Robin." He covered his eyes in pain.

So do you regret it?Jason's hand holding the crowbar trembled slightly, and his dark green eyes stared at Batman quietly. I didn't even feel regretful, so why do you feel regretful on your own.

"I know this kid always compares himself to Dick, and I never told him that he's not like Dick, he doesn't need to be compared to Dick. He's a good Robin, a good kid, and I An incompetent father and mentor. I even praised him like that, and never said I loved him." His voice suppressed the pain.

"Ding Dong." The crowbar hit the floor, and Jason's eyes widened slightly. He never thought he would be recognized by Batman.Because he is far inferior to Dick, Dick's fighting skills are superb, and he is approachable, always able to ease the atmosphere.Unlike him, who is stubborn and rebellious, he will confront Batman tit for tat.

"I love him, Alfred." Jason desperately suppressed the tears welling up in his eyes.

Alfred sighed, if the master could have said it earlier, if the second young master could have heard this sentence, maybe things would not have gotten so bad.But how could Batman, who is not good at words, express his feelings so easily.He was depressed and silent, so he didn't make a sound despite all the suffering.

"Butterfly." Batman, who saw his memories on the other side, held the golden dream back stone tightly, "What do you want to do?"

The small figure came in response to the call, the tambourine shook gently, and the scene of the illusion changed again. "I'm doing what I should do." She tilted her head, "And I remember I'm still breaking up with you."

Batman's eyes were cold and piercing, and Clover felt his heart instantly, "Okay, okay, don't be angry, I decided to be friends with you again." She grabbed Batman's cloak and looked into the eyes behind the mask , "Everyone says that ghosts came to this world by accident, and it is an incredible fate to come to this world and meet someone who accidentally befriends you. Tell me, who is the person who befriended me?"

Batman thought of the Red Hood without hesitation, after all, she was with the Red Hood most of the time, and even helped him, imprisoning Robin.Now Robin's life and death are unknown, and she has created such an illusion, what is her purpose.

"They say that fate will draw ghosts to people with fate. The first time I appeared was in Wayne Manor on the outskirts of Gotham." She looked into Batman's eyes, "There are many things in him that are difficult to let go of. Obsession, I just obey his wish and fulfill his obsession. Right, Bruce?"

Bruce, whose identity had been exposed, was tense. He stared at Clover, almost subconsciously trying to deny it.

"Human disguises can't fool ghosts. There is a bond between you and me. You can change your appearance and change countless identities, but bonds can't fool people." She seemed unaware of Bruce's guard against her. "Actually, I was taken aback at first. After all, Bruce and bats look completely different, and Bruce himself once said that he hates bats that come out at night."

"Then why are you by Red Hood's side?" Since she said that she was the one who became acquainted with her, why would she be by Jason's side.

"Because, that's your wish? You want me to protect him." Clover dropped a blockbuster.

my wish?He tried his best to protect not many people. Some were injured at home, some traveled far away, some lived at home, and some slept underground.Looking at the blurred figure in the illusion, he suddenly had an incredible idea in his mind. "What's his name."

Clover quickly covered her mouth and shook her head, "I won't tell you." Her voice was vague and incomprehensible.

In the illusion, it was the night of Gotham, the bat grabbed the clown, and punched him hard.Blood spilled from the corner of the clown's mouth, not only did he not feel pain, he was even a little excited. "Come on, little bat, kill me." He bewitched, "I used this hand to break Robin's bones bit by bit. You don't even know how cute he is."

With a "click", the clown's arm was twisted, "hahahahaha, have you heard his mournful cry? It's the most beautiful movement in the world. Before the robin died, he kept looking at the warehouse door. What do you think? Who is he waiting for? Oh! It's our great dark knight," he chants in a melodramatic tone.

"But it's a pity, I've been waiting for you for a long time, until I smashed his bones bit by bit and couldn't wait for you. So, I decided to kill the robin for you." He said His eyes were stained with a maniacal smile that was sickening.

Batman almost lost his mind, he twisted off the clown's arms and legs, and put the sharp bat dart against his neck. With just one swipe, the culprit who killed his child can be killed by the world. isolated.

"What are you waiting for? Come on, kill me." The crazy words had a peculiar tone, unconsciously affecting the mind.

Jason's mood was very complicated. From an emotional point of view, he wished that the Joker would die to comfort him for the pain he had suffered. From an intellectual point of view, he knew that once Batman crossed the line, he might never go back.The emotions on both sides pull each other, and the dark nightmare greedily entangles him. This emotion of hatred and hesitation, a kind and painful soul, is perfect for nourishing himself.

The transparent dream return stone quietly appeared under Jason's feet. It bit the nightmare breath and swallowed it into its stomach. It waited until it became pitch black before it retreated with satisfaction.

In the illusion, Batman barely stopped at the last moment. He directly knocked out the Joker and sent him back to Arkham. He knew that he would have one more person to whom he owed the most in the future.Jason was both disappointed and relieved. He himself never imagined what Gotham would become and what Bruce would become if the bat really killed the Joker.

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感谢在2020-12-0619:16:07~2020-12-0622:24:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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