Gotham, Naihe Island.

After being mourned for a long time, Jason once again had the idea of ​​blowing up the entire Arkham, and by the way, he could bury all those old friends in the ruins.

It also saves the effort of burial.

For Jason, although he seems to be the most peaceful person in the Bat-family so far, it doesn't mean that memory hasn't brought him a shock.

...and the impact was too violent, directly washing away all the worldly desires in him.

Living well is better than anything else.

For the time being, he doesn't want to run around the universe with the outlaws anymore. He stays in Gotham, and he won't be able to face Bruce for a while. In the end, after much deliberation, he thinks Metropolis is a good place to go.

When necessary, you can also use Didi to call Chaochao, without even leaving the door.

He thought about moving his family to the metropolis, what good is Gotham, and that memory made him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart when he saw Bruce. If there is no one he cares about, it will be the same everywhere.

With this in mind, he bought a safe house in the metropolis, and arranged the furniture one after another, but Gotham belongs to his small house, where there are the first edition books that Bruce gave him over the years, as well as his meticulous care. small green plants.

He sighed listlessly, bought a sports car and drove back to Gotham.

…until he stopped at the place where a house had been standing, staring blankly at the blockade.

Burnt marks are everywhere, and the pungent smell of fire/powder is everywhere.

Director Gordon, who was maintaining order not far away, saw a stranger stop here, and said angrily: "Hey, yes, I'm talking about you—what are irrelevant people doing here..."

"……Oh."

Taking advantage of no one's attention, the old director walked over quickly, dragged Jason to hide in a secluded place, and said worriedly, "Why are you here? I thought this was an ordinary bombing case, but since you came here, why are you here?" mean……"

After working in Gotham for so many years, he knows that it is not a good thing for any member of the Bat family to appear at the scene of a crime, especially the red hood. His position is always vague, unless Batman is present, otherwise he is very calm The twenty-five sons of the heart.

Jason exhaled slowly.

He said with a gloomy face, "Jim, the house that was blown up is my home."

Director Gordon blurted out: "Your house? But shouldn't you be in Wayne Manor—"

He wisely swallowed the unfinished sentence, not for anything else, but for the flashing blue eyes of the black-haired youth.

Jason didn't even say hello, turned around and left. The unjust world gave him a terrible psychological problem, and he always doubted everything habitually.

He turned the corner, ran directly to the nest where the black mask was blown away, and without much effort, he successfully put the gun on the opponent's jaw.

"Roman, look at our old friendship." He opened the safety lock, and his voice was full of anger: "I'm not interested in knowing what you're robbing recently, let's be honest with each other."

"Who blew up my house?"

Black Mask: "..."

If it weren't for the bullets that could pass through his brain at any time, he would definitely scold him, but he was also very wronged by this matter, it was completely an accident of no reason, it was purely force majeure.

Anyone with a little longer ears in Gotham's underground world knows who the house belongs to, so they will naturally avoid it, but this kind of agreement, commonly known as the restricted area, was beaten to pieces by two stupid novices.

These two insignificant little guys did not know where to pick up the job of transporting the raw materials of the fear gas, and they dared not move these things to their place of residence.

When squatting on the street, they accidentally discovered that this "convenient" house was unoccupied, so they secretly opened the door and put the raw material barrels here.

After being drunk once, the two people who were above curiosity got mixed up a few times, and accidentally caused an explosion, and then...

Black Mask made an explosion gesture.

After hearing this, Jason became more angry. He retracted the gun, slightly adjusted the gun strap on his thigh, and gave Black Mask a hard knee blow.

Just because of this shabby reason, he lost all the first editions?

In fact, if it was in the past, he would be angry for a while at most, and then he would go back to Wayne Manor and complain to Ah Fu twice, and change a batch of exactly the same ones, and it would be over.

But now, an extremely heavy memory makes him wake up from nightmares every day, coupled with the messy family relationship and his unilaterally broken friendship, it is not a big deal, but the backlog of little by little makes him He is in a state of deep depression every day.

Reading is no longer just a hobby, but can immerse himself in the virtual world, which is a means for him to mediate his escapism.

What's more, that row of first editions was of special significance to him.

It was a treasure collected all over the world with great effort by the two of them before he was resurrected and before he and Bruce became a mess.

In that memory, the future self lost most of these first editions due to the war, and then they were constantly damaged during the escape. Before he died, he only had the last Jane Eyre left at hand.

Published in October 1847, the one he owned, was the first of the first batch.

...and now he has nothing!

This thought was like a sharp thorn, directly piercing through his self-deception and concealing peace. Endless negative emotions rolled up, making his mind go blank.

The black mask was punched for no reason, and he didn't relax for a long time. He shook his head, covered his nose, and was about to fight back, but Jason gave him a weird look.

With just one glance, he was thoroughly honest.

The reason why he has today's position in Gotham is not because of anything else, but because he is sensible enough and knows how to read words.

His intuition told him that if he went to fire now, Red Hood could really kill his head with one shot.

……

Jason didn't expect that he would accidentally fall into the scarecrow's trick while he was looking for trouble.

He was still punching mechanically, and the gleaming gloves had been covered in dark red, but he didn't realize it.

Affected by the poisonous fear, everything around him seemed to have changed.

He obviously stayed in Arkham, but his eyesight was blurred. For a while, he seemed to be in the sky, with nothing under his feet, and the wind was blowing so hard that he wanted to shiver. At another time, he seemed to be in Gotham City Hall On the roof of the building, in the field of view of the sniper rifle, he saw a familiar face with a hole between the brows that was bleeding continuously.

... Am I really in reality, he thought.

He suddenly felt out of breath, so he simply tore off the hood and threw it aside. The face of the person whose knees were resting on it kept changing, and finally it was himself.

To be precise, it is the future Jason Todd, when he looks in the mirror, he sees himself.

The corners of the black-haired young man's eyes twitched slightly, he flexed his elbows, and smashed down viciously——

Clark: "!"

Clark was so shocked by this scene that he couldn't even make a sound. Even if Dick beat the clown's head to pieces in front of him, in his heart, the members of the Bat family still abide by the principle of not killing.

When Jason was doing trouble in Gotham before, he happened to be on an alien planet. When he came back, Jason had already thought about it.

But this time is different.

He originally thought that Jason was just trying to teach the scarecrow a lesson, but the bird was getting harder and harder, and his super hearing could clearly perceive that the scarecrow's breathing was gradually becoming weaker.

When Jason was completely ruthless, he flew down almost reflexively, and grabbed the opponent's wrist.

Jason was staggered by Clark. He turned his face in confusion, stretched his muscles, and struggled vigorously, but his arm was firmly grasped and remained motionless.

This strange feeling brought him back to his senses for a moment, he turned his eyes slowly, looked to the side, and his eyes slowly focused.

When he saw who it was, his pupils suddenly narrowed.

The surroundings were eerily silent, and the god of the world floated beside him expressionlessly.

— Exactly the same as the memory.

Clark was floating in fear, the whole super stiff into a strand, if they weren't in the wrong place, he really wanted to crash through the roof and fly away.

Who knew what insane things an apparently deviant bat cub could do?

He couldn't help but miss the mournful Jason a few days ago. Although he was also very scared at the time, it would at least ensure his safety.

Breathing is not necessary for Clark, he looked up and looked for it, facing the vent, and took a deep breath.

The poisonous fog was suddenly forced to disappear by the violent wind pressure.

Fear gas is not a temporary drug. To detoxify, a corresponding neutralizer must be injected into the body. There should be corresponding drugs in the bat cave. The most urgent thing is to send Jason back first.

With his speed, the scarecrow will not delay the treatment time.

As he thought about it, he grabbed Jason's shoulder with his other hand. This was a less offensive way of receiving people he had researched, but just as his other hand touched the opponent, he didn't even suppress it. With the strength to hold him, he was lifted off.

"--leave me alone!"

Clark's body froze suddenly.

He took a step back at a loss, saw his hand raised in the air, paused for a moment, and slowly retracted it.

Jason's eyes were full of the scene of the Hall of Justice at that time. He was standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood. Bruce was behind him with his head bowed and breathing weakly. Kar-El in front of him was declaring some nonsense——

He knew that next he would be blue from the cold.

Jason said coldly: "What strange idea have you come up with again? Stay away from me, I want a separate room, this is what I deserve!"

Clark opened his mouth: "But..."

Jason: "What nonsense are you trying to say?"

"...Stop... Take your eyes away!" Jason suddenly took out the gun, damn it, he really suffered from heat sight PTSD, those two red eyes shredded a lot of things in front of him.

He couldn't remember how many people were killed by the gods in the world like ants were trampled to death.

He can also predict his own ending, maybe in the next second, there will be an extra hole in his forehead, and he will definitely smell terrible burnt all over his body——

"But, I just want to say." Clark flinched slightly.

"Just, just...you're too harsh." He tried to make himself look less cowardly, but he really didn't have the confidence, so he recalled Batman's disapproving gaze, trying to make his own gaze equally intimidating .

"...Killing people is wrong." He said dully.

Jason stared at Clark, his expression became more and more strange. After a while, he closed his eyes peacefully.

"Damn it."

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