Clark has something to say

Clark was very angry at first, but as he talked, his voice became smaller and smaller.

For Bruce's family problems, he rarely intervenes. He welcomes anyone to come to him for help, and is willing to listen to their troubles, and usually, that's all.

Clark is very clear that for everyone, Bruce is irreplaceable.

Even if he gave a few comforting words lightly, it would not have any substantial effect, it was simply a Band-Aid on a huge festering wound.

The real crux lies there, there are only two ways to escape and face.

Pushing Jason to let him go home is also the same reason. Some specific objects of emotional needs are Bruce, and only he can give them. If it is just some first edition books, he can easily find a bunch of .

"...I'm leaving first." Clark took a step back and floated into the air, saying without much confidence.

Bruce nodded at him: "Yes."

The two of them were left around. Wayne Manor was originally quiet, but now it was even more terrifyingly quiet. After Clark left, Jason lowered his eyes and lowered his head. He was not as tall as Bruce. Bow your head, leaving Bruce with a somewhat messy head.

...like a guilty conscience for doing something wrong.

Obviously Jason was still wearing a heavy armor, and he still had a smoky aura on his body. With Bruce's eyesight, he could naturally tell that the mottled marks on the armor were half-dried blood.

But the appearance of the other party is very inexplicable, which reminds Bruce of the little Robin in the past.

Bruce froze for no reason when the idea came to him.

He has gone through a difficult adjustment period with every child. To some extent, Jason is a more worry-free child, but when he first came to Wayne Manor, he was always very uncomfortable, never asked, and even Secretly stash the baguette in the bedside table.

He's also the only kid who feels guilty about breaking something.

Wayne Manor had a lot of displays. Even Bruce would accidentally damage some old objects. After he became Batman, those things would suffer from accidents every now and then. He was used to it.

What's more, when Dick was a child, his favorite operation was jumping from chandeliers, refrigerators, and large bookcases that were several people tall... various places to scare him, and breaking things was commonplace.

— so that when Jason turned pale because he broke his watch, he didn't react at all.

It was only later that Bruce knew that Jason was really frightened by the watch that stopped moving. The little boy bit his lip anxiously, gave him a deep look, and quietly went back to the bedroom without saying a word.

Nothing more.

Until the evening, the old butler came to him a bit hesitantly: "Master Bruce, Master Jason is packing his luggage—I noticed that he avoided me to go to the storage room to get compressed biscuits? What did you do to him?"

Bruce opened his mouth: "I don't know either."

He hurried to Jason's room, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw half of the little boy's body sticking out of the window sill, with a bulging bag beside him.

Bruce walked to the window and asked in surprise, "...Jason?"

Jason froze for a moment, then retracted in self-defeating, lowered his head, his eyes fell to the ground: "I can't afford to pay for your watch."

He paused: "—I'll go by myself, don't send me to the damn orphanage."

Bruce suddenly realized.

——He was actually worried about breaking his watch.

When he was training all over the world to become Batman, he also lived a life of poverty, but the growing environment determined that he still could not fully understand a kid who grew up in a crime alley and survived by stealing things.

He could only grab the little boy by the waist, put him on the chair, and assure him that you are my son, you will never be punished for breaking things, and you will always be safe here.

But now Jason has grown into a man he can be proud of, and he doesn't need to feel... guilty for damaging anything?

Do childhood experiences really have that much influence on a person?

Bruce was silent for a while, and tentatively said: "Diana knows a lot of restoration experts, and she is also a very professional restoration expert. If those books are in good condition, I will let her restore them..."

He was interrupted by Jason in the middle of his speech. He licked his deep teeth: "It's all gone."

"Also with my house." He said dryly: "There was an explosion."

There are still many dangerous items hidden in his safe house. It is estimated that the chemical explosion alone cannot create such a large explosion range. The things he stored are the culprits.

With the frequency of the Red Hood being blown up, those books are not finished now, they will be finished sooner or later, he comforted himself like this, and when he was almost convinced, he quickly glanced at Bruce.

Jason: "What Clark said... thank you, the Green Lantern Corps really helped me a lot."

Bruce let out a tone: "Yeah."

Jason said again: "Clark brought me here forcibly. Now that he's gone, we're fine. I thought you'd be busy recently, but it seems to be okay? It's good, you continue to read books..."

"Feel sorry."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Jason was stunned for a while, and after a while, he let out a breath slowly: "What are you apologizing to me?"

You shouldn't apologize to me, you shouldn't apologize to anyone, the one you should apologize to is obviously Bruce Wayne.

A Bruce Wayne who should have lived a good life, smooth and happy.

Instead of staying alone in a glass house by the lake and apologizing to his adopted son, he thought bitterly.

The brows of the black-haired young man frowned bit by bit, and his voice sank: "Don't do this again."

Bruce sighed.

He and Jason are now in a state that was scarce after Jason's resurrection, but was common when he was Robin, and he doesn't know when it started, the two of them felt awkward just being alone.

Theoretically, he hasn't done anything worth apologizing to the other party recently, but there are still many things he can bring out to apologize for the entire two lifetimes of memory, and he doesn't want to leave so many regrets after having the memory of death.

Jason is obviously a person with an extremely strong personal style. In that memory, he just rubbed himself round and flattened, just to help him from the beginning to the end.

He walked behind the other party and patted him on the back lightly twice: "I see."

It was a very slight and ordinary movement, but it caused Jason's erected wall to collapse suddenly.

He grabbed Bruce's clothes and wanted to say something, he really had a lot to say - when he and Bruce's eyes met, those blue eyes looked at him calmly and gently, but suddenly It felt like there was an extra piece of glass in my throat, and my heart throbbed painfully in my chest.

He lowered his eyes again.

The distance between them is so close that they can hear each other's breathing, but separated by the gully created by endless time.

"I'm free all day." Bruce thought for a while, and said abruptly, "If you are also free, we can go to the Gotham Library. I have been asking the curator to keep an eye on the first edition for me all these years."

Jason raised his face and stared at him blankly.

Bruce: "The last time I went, she had collected 32 books for me, and I brought back the books you might like to the manor."

Jason's eyes widened slightly, as if he didn't understand what Bruce was saying. After a while, he blinked and then looked at him suspiciously.

He couldn't believe his ears.

Jason never questioned Bruce's love for him, and he knew that Bruce had given everything he could, but it might be strange to say that he wasn't the only child in the family—

He wasn't exactly Bruce's favorite.

...He didn't mean to compete with Dick for the most favored position. Everyone knows what Dick means to Bruce, but the reason why he has the best relationship with Tim is largely because they are more or less At least felt a little lost.

But he was sure that he couldn't leave Bruce, and he couldn't leave Gotham. Even Dick finally chose Brudhaven, a port city downstream from Gotham. For a long time, his emotions couldn't get positive feedback, and he kept creating vicious circle.

"Is this an invitation?" he asked uncertainly.

He slowed down and repeated: "This is an invitation!"

Bruce folded his arms and nodded.

There was a distance from the lakeside hut to the library, Jason followed behind Bruce, his feet were dragging, his heart was in a mess, he stared at the place under his feet, he didn't know what he was thinking.

There is only one clear idea in mind.

——How much has he missed?

Those first editions were kept by Bruce in the small library, his old favorite place, with a small round table and two matching chairs by the tall arched windows.

Stepping on the ladder, Bruce took out a well-preserved gift from a pile of books: "Here you are."

Jason took it with the hand that had removed the nail plate. His other hand was still stained with blood. After flipping through it, he found that it was all in line with his reading preferences. He turned his face, and Bruce was still very gentle—gentle look at him.

He tensed, looked down at his hands, and raised his head to stare at Bruce without hesitation.

"—I killed your clone."

His voice was low and calm, and it wasn't that difficult to convey the burden that had been weighing on his soul.

But I didn't get the peace I deserved in confession.

He's just waiting for the outcome of the trial, the tense muscles are gradually relaxing, he threw the first boot, and now he's waiting for Bruce to drop the second boot, and then he continues to be a wandering black sheep-

In the past, when he was first resurrected, he also planned an exhaustive revenge. He thought he was ready at the time, and he wanted to let Bruce and Gotham go to hell together. Although the plan failed, for a long time, he did not Abandon the plan to kill Bruce.

He knew now that he'd never be ready to lose Bruce.

Just thinking about the clone's blue eyes that had lost their light, and his dead body hanging over the gate of Gotham City Hall, the image in his mind made him wince slightly.

Just as he imagined.

Bruce slowly frowned, the original happy expression disappeared, and his expression was cold: "What?"

"……so terrible."