[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

Jason stared at the man in front of him. They had been separated for too long, and Batman's equipment had been updated and iterated.Jason used to be small enough to be easily wrapped in a man's cape.I don't know if the cloak was made of the same material as it is now.

Now that he's grown up, he's almost as tall as Bruce.When Jason was Robin, he would never have imagined that he would get to where he is today.

"You are in a mess tonight, old man, you are old." Jason smiled easily under Batman's vigilant gaze, "Let me guess, you must be thinking about who I am and what my purpose is."

Bruce stood opposite him, analyzing calmly, "You helped me, you are the one that Nightwing and Red Robin wanted to hide from me." There was no doubt on his face, but Jason knew that he must It was the thoughts that flowed quickly, "You are someone I used to know."

"You are..." When the reasoning reaches a certain stage, all the clues are connected together, and the scattered puzzle pieces are pieced together to form a complete figure.The pupils under Bruce's albuginea dilated.He couldn't believe his own judgment, because he had suffered enough from this before, and all the enemies who knew what Batman had lost were willing to use this as a sharp knife to stab him in the heart.

He can't make a mistake, it's another blow, it hurts others, it reminds him of how he lost his son.

"Trust your own judgment, you're Batman." Jason said, his hand went around behind the hood, took it off, and threw it at Bruce's feet, revealing the young face, "You look inside , maybe I can find my hair and take it for DNA testing. Yeyi and the others have done several rounds, but I think you'd still like to come in person."

That's the secret Dick and Tim are keeping, and they've got Jason back.Dick is sometimes against Bruce, an assertive kid who makes his own judgments in special situations.But concealment is still a big deal between them, especially if it involves Bruce himself.Only Jason, only Jason would make Dick want to do it.

There were too many words to say, but they were all stuck in his throat. Bruce squeezed for a long time, and Jason waited patiently until he said with difficulty, "What happened?"

Jason laughed, "You weren't such a talkative person before, B." He shook his head, the streetlights quietly lit up a space here through the dense bushes, and the shadows of the leaves cast on Jason's face, covering his face. His expression, "Let me help you."

"You want to get the clown back," Jason said with a contemptuous and sarcastic smile, he threw a shot of the reagent, which was caught by Bruce, "then shoot this shot, if you are willing to do it for the clown At this step, I will return him to you."

Speaking of this, Jason frowned in disgust, "It's as if I'm a feudal patriarch who beats mandarin ducks. Even if you spend the rest of your life with Nightwing, you are better than the clown."

Bruce looked at the reagent in his palm before turning his gaze to the clown.He was so surprised by Jason's return from the dead that he didn't pay attention to the Joker at all when he came over.Only then did he realize that the clown was hanging in the air dying, his face bruised and blurred.

Bruce felt cold in his heart, not for the safety of the clown, but for Jason.He didn't know the current Jason, and he couldn't know for what purpose he kidnapped the clown.

Is it revenge, or crossing the line after losing control?

Revenge on the Joker, or revenge on Batman?

Is it anger at justice not being served, or resentment that Batman didn't save him?

"You're always like this, thinking too much." Jason said, his tone was flat, as if it wasn't a big deal at hand, "I probably forgot to tell you, no matter what you choose, I will let you inject this medicine, The only difference is whether the process is peaceful or violent."

Bruce looked up, Jason's expression was hidden in the shadows, he controlled his micro-expressions well, and didn't give Bruce a chance to read his heart.

Batman trusts that Robin won't do him any harm, even an ex-Robin.

But he couldn't confirm Jason's state, whether he was controlled by others or from the heart.

If he stood here as a father, Jason could do anything to him, because it was what a father owed his son.

But he stands here as Batman, he has a whole city on his shoulders, he can't be willful.His waywardness was tantamount to dropping his responsibility for Dick or Tim or someone else to pick it up.

The two stared at each other, allowing the night to fill the space between them.

The clown said disgruntledly, "Maybe you guys are so happy putting on a family ethics drama that you forgot about me."

This sentence opened the prelude to the battle.With a flick of Bruce's wrist, the smoke, mist, and bullets were thrown on the ground, and white smoke obscured his vision.Jason had just thrown off his hood, and he activated the infrared function on the domino mask for a while.In the blink of an eye, Bruce has already used his claws to tear his body apart, and flew straight to the direction of the clown in the air.

He, Jason, and the clown were not the only ones present.Poison Ivy waved her hand, and the vines that bound the clown went away, while other vines rushed towards Bruce like poisonous snakes, trying to surround him.

Bruce flipped out the weed killer.The bat dart was thrown out, cutting off the vines around him.One of them can fly extremely far. It is a remote-controlled batarang, which is controlled by a chip inside, and can fly farther and reach wherever Batman wants it to go.

The remote-controlled batarang cut through the vines above the clown's head, and the criminal fell down like a broken bag of sandbags.Just as Bruce was about to step forward, Jason rushed over behind him, locking his waist and neck with knuckle skills, and knocking him backwards!

The two rolled on the ground, Jason grabbed the gap, took out a new injection from the inner layer of the jacket, and stabbed Bruce.Bruce grabbed the needle tube with his bare hands, and with his fingers, he crushed the glass tube violently, and the green unknown liquid dripped into their hands.He put his foot on Jason's waist and kicked him over, giving himself room to stand up again.

Jason knew he didn't use his strength when he kicked it.Batman could kick the gargoyle's stone head away with one kick, but the kick just made Jason roll backwards to stabilize his body.He is relenting.

When Jason got up, Bruce had already stood beside the clown, behind him Jason snorted, "You'll regret it, old man."

Bruce didn't have time to think about it, the clown might have twisted his own neck in the process of falling to the ground, and he was lying motionless on the ground at this moment.Bruce knelt down and put his fingertips on the side of his neck to feel for his pulse.

The clown who had fainted suddenly opened his eyes.Those eyes were scarlet like blood, cold and heartless.This person is not a clown, he is Jason's accomplice, a cosplayer!

Countless black bats rushed towards his face, and in less than a second, Bruce recalled his childhood fear of bats.Immediately afterwards, he saw a man standing among the bats, with white hair and red eyes, and fangs shining coldly.

vampire?

He was acting like a clown just to get Bruce's attention!

This period of thinking was too short, the needle tip pierced the skin on the side of Bruce's neck, followed by the cold feeling of liquid injected into the body.The burning sensation spreads to every corner of the body.What made Bruce feel colder was Jason's voice, "As I said, you always think too much."

Gotham's Dark Knight bent over in pain, and a hoarse roar crawled out of his throat.

At the same time, Dick arrived with Tim on his back and glimpsed the scene in front of him. Ye Yi's face turned pale, "B, little wing, what are you doing? What did you inject into B?"

The psychological pain was more severe than the physical one. To some extent, this injection represented Jason's hatred and his determination to avenge Bruce even if he teamed up with others.

Jason loved him, and it was because of this that the hatred was deeper than ordinary people.

Bruce was hurt because of his love, and he waited in burning pain, waiting for Jason to give him his punishment.

And Jason just stood on the sidelines indifferently, neither answering Dick's question nor expressing his resentment to Bruce.

He squatted in front of Bruce, and then took out his phone.

A click.

He took a photo.

?

The burning sensation gradually faded, and Bruce finally felt the strangeness of the body, the extra touch increased.Something covered his whole body, and part of his hood was squeezed because of it.

"Oh, oh, my God, B..." Dick looked at them and stammered, "Oh, my God." He was like a broken repeater, only repeating various modal particles.

And the expression on Jason's face, the one Bruce recognized, was the expression on the face of the kid who professionally took away the tires of Batman's car before he caught the thief who stole the tires of the Batmobile in Crime Alley.

This expression is called gloating.

Jason happily snapped again.The silver-haired vampire stood beside him in satisfaction, "Yes, Batman is a werewolf."

Jason didn't even look up, "Whether he was before or not, now he's been injected with serum, he has to be." His mouth was almost grinning behind his ears, laughing like a new clown, "I'm going to post it on Chaoying Forum, soon all the people in America will know that Batman is a werewolf."

Bruce reached out to touch the top of his head, where two furry wolf ears stood.His wolf claws were grievously curled up in his tactical gloves and gauntlets, and he couldn't stretch them out.

Bruce reached out to touch the leaking buttocks again, a big fluffy and soft tail was dragged behind him, hidden in the cape, the hair was a little stiff, but it was more abundant.

"This is my revenge," Jason declared solemnly, "You must feel my pain, within three days, you will not change back, give up!"

Dick over there has come to his senses and realized that there was no bloodshed between his father and his younger brother. He took out his mobile phone and began to frantically film the scene, and the clicking sound was undisguised.

Tim poked him weakly on the shoulder, "...video... help me."

Bruce wondered why none of the three children had a really considerate little padded jacket.They all thought there was a reason why he favored Cassandra more.At least Dad's good daughter never makes trouble!

The werewolf Batman was silent, then asked, "Where's the real Joker? You took him."

Jason took back his phone, and he withdrew his frivolous smile. He snapped his fingers at Ivy, "Beauty, help me?"

Poison Ivy, who had been watching coldly, raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure... you want them to know?"

"They're going to know sooner or later," Jason said, "I'm looking for free guardians for Jack, and they're home delivery."

"Well, do as you please." The vines rolled down Poison Ivy, and she stepped on the ground, without looking at Bruce and Dick, she gracefully led them deeper.

Flowers, trees, vines, and grass humbly made way for them.In the glass greenhouse deep in the park, there is an old hospital bed and several medical equipment.

The clown is lying on the hospital bed.

Surprisingly, his signature green hair and pale skin disappeared, and his complexion returned to normal.This makes the man lying in the hospital bed look like a normal person, not a super criminal.

His exposed arms and face were covered with bruises, the bridge of his nose was broken, and his eyes were dark.This proved that Jason had given him a beating without mercy.

Bruce walked over and grabbed the medicines on the medical equipment.He recognized this, it was on the factory list.This is a batch of discarded medicines from the Food and Drug Administration, and none of them noticed it.Bane's gl11 venom was clearly the more appealing target.

Jason crossed his arms and looked at the people on the hospital bed without emotion, "Jack Napier, let me introduce you, this is the man Harry really loves."

"Isn't Jack Napier the Joker?" Dick said hoarsely. "Before he was the Joker, he was the Red Hood."

"This name belongs to me now." Jason tilted his head, "We all know the story, Batman, the red hood, the chemical factory, the man who accidentally fell became the scariest lunatic in Gotham. But Harley gave me some other information."

His eyes fell on the medicine in Bruce's hand, "Who knows where the clown got the information, he thinks these medicines can cure him and wash away the personality of the clown. Of course, he intends to destroy all these medicines Dropped it, Halle and Ivy found me and we had a fun collaboration recovering all the drugs."

He shrugged, "You can understand it this way. I washed away the personality of the clown, and the person left now is the ordinary Jack. I hope you can take a good look at him. After all, I will not stay in Gotham for a long time, there is no way to guarantee He was under my control at all times."

Bruce looked at Jason, he didn't say a word, but Jason understood the question in his heart.

One of the clown's victims, the boy who came back from the dead and dug himself out of the coffin with his own hands, has an indifferent expression and can be called cruel.

"Some time ago, I met a serial killer, Foyer the Boston Butcher. He did to an FBI agent what the Joker did to me. I put a bullet through his brain. The murderer Before he died, he taught me the no-kill principle of the vigilante."

"I realized that he was afraid. He said that those people were not to shake my will, but to escape from my gun for this reason. This made me discover how cowardly these murderers are in their hearts, no matter how they behave. How cold and crazy they are, they are always afraid of death."

"For a man like the clown, death is a relief. He is a pompous coward who puts himself in a madman's castle to escape the cruelty of reality, trying to force everyone to admit that no one dares to fight against suffering. This is him Always for your reasons," he looks at Bruce, "because Batman is beyond suffering."

Jason raised his hand, "A bullet, help him escape from reality, and let his dead soul continue to torture us. Without such a good thing, I will not be kind."

He showed a malicious smile, "So, I washed away the personality of the clown and left Jack."

"The clown wants everyone to remember him, but I want him to be forgotten by the world in his obscurity."

"The clown wants to prove that suffering is insurmountable, so I will keep Jack and let him be imprisoned in his body to see how Jack endures the torment of reality."

"The clown wants freedom and chaos, and wants to do whatever he wants. I will let him stay in the depths of Jack's brain for the rest of his life, watching another self pay for his mistakes."

"I'm going to tell him that everything he insists on is dead wrong, that all his arguments are weak, that everything he's done so far is a bad joke, a joke."

"He's as ridiculous as ever, never changed."

There was real hatred in Jason's smile, he was laughing, but he looked furious, "I'll let everyone know, clown, he's nothing better than a fart."

"This is my revenge."

The author has something to say: summarize what the bucket does

Steal the medicine from the factory, use the client to fool Tim to delay time, kidnap the clown, use drugs to wash out the clown’s personality, use blood to solve Tim’s delay, delay time and inject Batman with werewolf serum by the way, take pictures of werewolf Batman and upload them Premier League Forum

A batch of crumbs

The Lego clown is very cute, but the setting of the blend is the pale knight.

Personally, I don't regard the Pale Knight's Jack as a clown. In my opinion, Jack is close to a brand new personality.The essence of the clown is the cowardice of a loser, but Jack is the one who has the courage to make up for the mistakes made by the clown.

In the story of the Pale Knight, Jack is a very low-level protagonist. He turned from a desperate situation, studied hard after entering prison, sued and became an official all the way out of prison.Although he wanted to avenge Ah Bat at first, but later he really wanted to do good things for Gotham.In the later stage of Pale Knight, he joined forces with Bat, but Bat was really miserable.

What's interesting is that the pale knight refers to Harley, because she is Jack's beacon, and because of her existence, Jack can break free from the influence of the clown.The clown doesn't love Harley, but Jack can't leave Harley, and the relationship between the two is completely overturned.

Because Jack was good, the second-generation Harley Quinn after Harley left became the new clown in order to make the clown come back, and opposed Jack Abba.This may be the clown after the clown fell.However, the new clown will not appear in this article. In this article, Harley did not leave by herself, but went to the suicide squad.

Another interesting point is that the Pale Knight world is in reverse order, with Barrel as the elder brother, Robin in front, and Dick as the younger brother.

(But I still have to say, Ah Bat is really miserable, why are you still so miserable when Jack is a decent person?)

Personally, I think this is better, because Jack is the negation of everything about the clown. The clown does not deserve to let his death become the shadow of the Bat family. He only deserves to be forgotten.