[Comprehensive British and American] The richest man in the super British world

Ten hours ago, the Batcave.

Tim stared at the computer screen.The mainframe of the Batcave is the most advanced technology in the world. It can integrate the most subtle clues, string together any clues that look normal and elusive, and then obtain the final desired information.But an hour and a half had passed, and it hadn't made the chime he'd expected to hear.Dick came up behind him, and he put his hand on Tim's shoulder.

"Go and rest." He said, unable to hide his fatigue.

Jason also looked closely at the screen.He hasn't come down here for a long time, standing next to the rest of the Bat-Family in the Batcave.It was one of his favorite places as a kid Robin, and Jason had avoided it for a long time.

Even occasionally, when he came to the old house to be a guest, Tim would invite him to come down and look at his case for him. Jason would find various reasons to refuse, and he didn't want to step in again. Take a step here, as if you are still a part of this family.But now, he had to stay here, and he couldn't bring himself to leave at all.

It was his fault.He shouldn't have stayed here and let Wade return to Gotham alone.If not, he would not have been taken.

The clown's wild laughter almost hovered in Jason's mind, even if he was resurrected - he would never forget those nine months, tied up by the clown in a dirty room, beaten, insulted, injected with drugs, and never saw the sun all day long , Robin just died.His body could be healed by the waters of Lazarus Springs, and he could appear alive, but the scars left elsewhere would ache forever, a constant reminder that Jason Todd was dead.

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose, didn't speak, and didn't get up to leave.

Damian yawned. He rubbed his eyes with his hands, propped his eyes sleepily, and stood beside Dick with folded arms: "We'll find that bastard clown and kill him."

In the past, they would have contradicted Damian's words, correcting him about killing people so easily.But now, with anger filling the hearts of everyone present, there is no need for them to hold on to this detail.The most anxious person should actually be Dick - but he showed amazing calmness and caution, like the most visible person in the audience, and he could even tell his brothers to rest.

Nobody knew what Dick was thinking right now.Jaw clenched, barely speaking, he looked a bit like Batman.The latter remained expressionless, as always.

"I found his last call log, Spencerade," Tim called up the information, "he used to be a good friend of Wedblake."

They raised their eyes and looked at the information that appeared.Dr. Reid works for the FBI and is a high-intelligence figure with outstanding performance. He has no reason to lie.

"I called him," Dick said, "and he said Wade didn't show anything unusual, and he didn't say where the Joker might have taken him."

"That means the clown took him after he finished the call," Tim said.

They're stuck.Once the Joker doesn't want them to find someone, he can definitely do it.The wisdom of this super criminal is absolutely no less than that of Batman. He understands his own advantages and uses them to make a person disappear temporarily from the world without any clues.They made mistakes, then lost Jason Todd, the second Robin, and now they're doing it again.

"He's too weak," Damian said suddenly.

Everyone turned their attention to the little boy.

"Why, did I say something wrong?" He frowned, looking very dissatisfied, "Because he couldn't protect himself, that's why he got into this situation, and everyone fell into anxiety because of him."

"Damian," Bruce warned.

Damian didn't stop talking, on the contrary, he looked more sullen because of Bruce's words.

"—I, no, say, wrong." He raised his voice and said every word, "If he can protect himself, this kind of thing will not happen. I have dealt with clowns many times, and I have never No such mistake has been made.”

"He's normal," Tim said.

"We're human too," Damian said, "and he's ten years older than me."

"We've been trained, but he hasn't," Jason said.

"You are the least qualified to say such a thing, Todd!" Damian said, almost unable to suppress his anger, he accused Jason, "It's you every time, and when you come back, nothing good happens!"

"You'd better go to bed now, Damian." Bruce ordered the eviction.

Damian couldn't believe it: "Father."

"sleep."

He took one last look at everyone present, and although he was very reluctant, he could only follow Bruce's instructions.

"I'm not wrong," he said finally.

Damian rushed out and Dick came after him 10 minutes later.He stopped the little boy in the hallway.

He turned his back on Dick and just didn't turn around.The other party pressed his shoulder, but he couldn't stop him. It was not until the door of Damian's room that Dick pushed Damian against the door panel, which prevented him from leaving.The youngest brother struggled at his hands until, after a few minutes, realizing that Dick wasn't going to let him go easily, he gave up and finally calmed down.

"Head up, Damian," Dick said.

Damian avoided his gaze.He tried to look angry, but Dick could still see the frustration beneath the surface, and Damian wasn't a master at controlling his emotions.

"Why do you say that?" Dick asked softly. "It's not Jason's fault, okay? It's not even our fault."

Damian turned his head to one side, still unwilling to meet Dick's eyes, and finally, after a moment of silence, he spoke: "...I warned him."

"What?" Dick wondered.

"When I was at the police station, I warned him not to hurt you," Damian said. "Today, you are sad because he disappeared. So he hurt you, he is a liar."

In an instant, Dick's heart was broken.

"Todd too, the whole family is sad about him," his brother continued. "They're all bastards. If they can protect themselves and keep bad things from happening, you won't be sad."

"That's not how things are calculated, little D," Dick patted his head, and Damian did not resist, but obediently let his brother hug him, "We will talk about these things later okay?"

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Next time, let's get Wade back first, shall we?" Dick said to himself.

Damian was silent for a while.

"If the Joker hurt him, I'll avenge you," he said. "I know you can't kill, Grayson."

"Killing people is not something to brag about," said Dick. "I don't need you to do something wrong. I promise, if the Joker does something, I won't let him go."

"Really?" Damian asked suspiciously.

"It's true, in secret," Dick said, "I once beat a clown until his heart stopped beating. Only he couldn't die, so he survived. That's why I'm also rebellious."

——Dick was so angry that after learning that the Joker had killed his brother Jason, he completely forgot about Batman's philosophy of not killing.

Damian smiled briefly, which made his delicate little face even more adorable, like a real ten-year-old boy.

"Go to sleep, little D." Dick pushed Damian, "Wake up, we can find him."

"Okay." Damian compromised, and he went back to his room, "I can find him."

"Thank you, Little D."

But what Dick didn't expect was that the clown couple had actually given clues.Now it's sitting quietly in the pocket of current Robin Damian Wayne.

——Is this an ambush or a challenge?

This greeting card appeared out of nowhere in Jason's room 10 minutes ago and was taken by Damian.Dick stopped him when he was back in the hallway, Damian almost thought he spotted it, but Dick didn't.

Damian knew he was wrong, and what he said might have made Dick and the others sad.So he feels remorse.

But he still has a chance to make amends. If Damian rescues Wade, will things be different?

Damian looked at the greeting card in his hand, and at the Robin uniform he had neatly folded on the bedside, and made up his mind.

……

When Wade woke up again, he found himself sitting on a chair, his hands and feet were bound with rope, so tight that it almost entered his skin.He struggled tentatively, and the thorns of the hemp rope sank into his flesh, causing his eyes to go dark in pain for a few seconds before he regained his composure.

In front of him was also a chair, on which sat a comatose boy.Few parts of his body were healthy, and his arms were full of needle holes.Wade deduces that the other party is Colin, the boy who was used by the scarecrow to experiment with the Bain virus.

"Colin...?" He called out a few times tentatively, "Colin?"

The other party didn't respond at all, as if he was dead.If it wasn't for the weak heaving of his chest, Wade almost thought he was really dead.

The lights here are still off.But Wade could notice that it was a big blank field.There were some colorful pillars lying crookedly all around, and there were a few balls of brightly colored ribbons entangled into balls at his feet, which were already dusty.There is a dull breath in the air, as if no one has been here for a long time.A few grimy toys hung from the pointed corner, one end of a sunken tent, smiling at Wade and Colin with dirty faces.

"Wait--!"

Suddenly, a voice broke the eerie silence. It was the Joker.

The loudspeaker amplified the clown's voice infinitely, as if hovering in the entire space, he smiled strangely.

"Welcome to our game site, this is Little Jack's toy paradise!"

The lights snapped on, nearly stabbing Wade in the eye.He half-closed his eyes, avoiding the direct light of the light.Only two beams of spotlights were projected on the two of them at the same time, and at the same time, the music of the weird music box sounded.The dead objects around Wade seemed to come to life, they got stuck, the merry-go-round started to rotate, and the small colored lights flickered on and off, as if there was a bad connection.The music is very cheerful, and the clown is also humming.

So this is an abandoned amusement park?

"First of all, let me introduce, this is our guest Wade Black—" The clown paused, only the sound of music, and the dull sense of fear spread, "Wow, everyone's applause is very enthusiastic!" He said.

"And this, sweet boy, Colin! What a lovely boy!"

"Let them play games!"