Clark has something to say

……

Bruce blinked.

He was afraid that he would have auditory hallucinations, or that he would eventually be driven crazy by a bad mental state, otherwise, how could he—

The young man with a beautiful face folded his arms and looked at him tenderly.

"... Dick?"

He asked very carefully, his voice revealing a strong uncertainty, after all, it was not like he had hallucinations before.

Dick sighed, "It's me."

He crouched down, trying to give Bruce a hug, but just as he stretched out his arm, it slipped through the Dark Knight.

The big blue bird paused, still retracting its arms bit by bit.

In the messy room, the shimmering soul carefully hugged the man he had followed all his life.

Dick: "Seriously, Bruce, even by my standards, you're a bit of a sucker, Da- Tim and Jason are going to laugh at you, uh...though I don't know what's going on right now- "

Bruce stared at him unrelentingly for a second.

Dick pretended to be casually wrangling, but couldn't go on any longer. He slowly let go of Bruce, as if he had done something guilty, and spoke in a very low voice.

"...Anyway, I'm back."

Bruce repeated dully: "...you're back."

Dick is his first Robin, his family, his companion, his son, and the person who has been with him the longest except Alfred.

Batman cannot live without Robin, which is the consensus of Gotham people.

If the Dark Knight is Gotham's hope, then Robin, without a doubt, is the steel rope that will always hold Batman from falling into the quagmire.

If you want to evaluate which member of the Bat family is the most popular, the superheroes who know them can basically vote for the top of the list-Nightwing.

He is the shining star in the dark night, the best morning light at dawn.

Dick has experienced as many bad things as anyone else. Compared with the increasingly gloomy Batman, Nightwing can just rub his face and cheer up to comfort others. Among the dark cats in Gotham, it is a miracle.

But such a miracle came to an abrupt end before everything started.

Bruce hated himself countless times, if he had been more careful that day, if he had communicated with Damian more before, if he had simply not allowed Dick to come back—

No if.

Ye Yi's death was too sudden and too unexpected.

After the nuclear bombing of Metropolis, he and Clark had conflicts over how to deal with the criminals in Arkham. When they were arguing, the criminals in Arkham wanted to take the opportunity to escape from prison. Arkham.

Damian was outraged.

He had never struck so hard before, hatred and anger broke through the defense of reason, and every blow hit the fatal part, even though the enemy had fallen to the ground, he still did not stop.

Damian: "I've had enough, you think you deserve help?"

The Kali stick hit the enemy's neck mercilessly.

"After you've hurt so many people - geeks, do you feel society owes you?"

"Superman was right," said Damian in disgust.

As soon as Dick heard this, he felt something was wrong, so he hurried to smooth things over: "Hey, Robin doesn't beat up people who fall to the ground—"

Overwhelmed with rage, Damian threw the kari at Dick like a bad joke, hitting the back of his head on a raised rock as Nightwing fell.

No one expected that this quarrel would end with Ye Yi's death.

From then on, there was an unbridgeable gap between Batman and Superman, and Bruce lost two sons at the same time.

He wondered sometimes, if Dick was still alive, wouldn't he be able to do better than him?

Dick was lying cross-legged on Clark's bed, looking very envious of the cookies on the plate. He had been waiting for Bruce to talk to him, and he waited for a long time, but he didn't hear Batman squeak.

No way, he leaned over helplessly: "Bruce, I have prepared a bunch of answers, do you have anything to ask?"

Bruce slowly: "You took over the dead."

Not literally dead, "dead" is one of the members of the Dark Justice League. He made a deal with the goddess of death and became a soul trapped between life and death.

Dick: "..."

Batman really knows everything.

Dick spread his hands in frustration: "Dead people don't sound very nice, I still like the name Nightwing."

Bruce said stagnantly, "... now Nightwing is Damian."

Dick suddenly opened his eyes wide, touched his nose, a little depressed: "What? Bruce, what's wrong with them all, Robin is the name my mother gave me, and Nightwing is my own choice—"

Simply confused.

He had a lot to say when Jason and Tim fought - does anyone want to hear his opinion?

Well, no one wants to hear that.

He is a tolerant big brother, let the little boys be Robin if they want to be Robin, but he died for a while, and Ye Yi was also taken away by Damian?

"I'm going to beat up Damian sooner or later." He said, but there was a little more smile in his voice.

He lied, but he was actually quite happy.

The relationship between Damian and Dick is very good. For Damian, Dick can be ranked second among the most important people. In the past, Bruce was the first, but after the cloak competition, Dick successfully surpassed Bruce's ranking , jumped to the first place.

Damian was Dick's Robin when he was acting as Batman.

Thinking of this, Big Blue Bird became very worried. Although he had only woken up not long ago, he could estimate the current situation to be similar. There was no hope between Clark and Bruce, but Damian...

According to the characters of Bruce and Damian, his development after death is definitely not very good.

He sneaked a look at Bruce again, but the dark knight's eyes made him unbearable, and he was sadder than anyone else to see the person he loved was sad.

Dick was suffering, and let out a deep breath.

He didn't think this would work, his death was a complete accident, he never felt that Damian wanted to kill him, but because of himself, Bruce and Damian tossed like this—

So cruel to both of them.

He sat up and stammered: "Bruce, I want to know about Damian, after...after you?"

Dick was gesticulating in the air, confused.

He's a little scared to hear what Bruce says next.

Bruce paused, restrained: "I told him to keep him away from you."

Dick: "..."

Big Blue Bird said weakly: "Then?"

Bruce: "...I said, I don't have a son like him."

Dick raised his face and looked at Bruce blankly: "Tell me, you didn't really say it."

Jaw clenched, Bruce ducked away without a trace.

Dick: "..."

He knows it!thought the great blue bird bitterly.

With Damian's personality, he will definitely attribute his death to himself. Killing Dick Grayson with his own hands may make Damian regret for the rest of his life, and Bruce, he also knows that the Dark Knight would rather lose his life than Lose your own child again.

He couldn't blame any of these two people, in the end, he could only blame himself.

"Oh." He leaned back on the head of the bed: "Oh, it's all my fault."

He seemed to be asking Bruce, and he seemed to be asking himself: "How did it become like this?"

Then he asked again: "You don't really think so, do you?"

Bruce moved his lips: "I—"

Dick saw that Bruce wanted to comfort him, and raised his hand with a wry smile: "No, I don't need you to give me psychotherapy."

Bruce: "..."

In fact, he really thought so, when he held Dick sideways, he felt that warm body became cold and stiff little by little in his arms, and he couldn't care about Damian's mood at all.

If only I hadn't had this kid, he thought.

Even now that Dick is back—and Dick doesn't have to be a ghost that can't touch anything—his question awakens deep-seated guilt in Bruce.

At that time, his consciousness was blurred, and there was a scream in his ear that could not be quelled. He realized later that it was the scream when he was eight years old, kneeling in front of his parents' corpses, and it belonged to a helpless child. .

In the blackened field of vision, he vaguely saw Clark holding Damian on his chest silently, trying to give him some support.

...Damian seems to be crying?

He didn't quite remember what he said again, but he caught a glimpse of desperation in Damian's green eyes, and the child gradually put away his sad and crying expression, and his nose was still a little red.

He didn't know what happened after that.

Dick couldn't help sighing again, he was dying of worry, and now he just wanted to put Damian and Bruce in the same room and tie them together.

Who in the Bat-family is he most worried about—besides Bruce, it's Damian, the father and son are so damn similar, Dick looked down at his translucent hands.

What Bruce knew about Dick was that he could tell what he was thinking just by watching him move his fingers: "I can't give you my body."

After taking over the dead man, Dick naturally also gained the ability of the dead man.

Possession of other people, according to their own will, manipulate other people's bodies.

Dick rolled his eyes: "Why don't you try—oh."

He was kicked out of his body by Bruce.

This is not magic, the big blue bird swallowed a little in shock: "No, the dead said that this ability is useful to everyone."

Bruce rolled his eyes and said flatly, "He's tried it before, don't think about it."

Dick: "..."

He crossed his legs: "Then Clark? The Kryptonian's magic resistance is zero. I will first possess him, and then manipulate him to release you. Then what do you want to do..."

"Don't even think about it." The dark knight's aura suddenly changed.

He warned word by word: "Absolutely don't use this ability on Clark, the raven cast a soul shield on him, Dick, I warn you, Clark has changed a lot, you can even treat him as a stranger— .”

Dick said calmly and firmly: "—what changed?"

Bruce was taken aback for a moment.

The blue-eyed young man said peacefully: "Listen, Bruce, I talked to Luther, he thinks you have some problems, let me persuade you not to have unrealistic illusions about the Supreme Head of State."

Bruce was silent for a moment, then explained, "I didn't tell him—"

Dick interrupted him rudely: "I know."

"You have to know that I will always stand by your side." He paused and said solemnly, "I'm back, and you won't be alone."

"Let's get him back together."