Clark has something to say

Clark: "Memory?"

"This is a very complicated theory, and it also involves the scope of philosophy. Ask a question, what do you think determines a person? Is it his own memory, or his own experience..."

As Tim turned the key and grabbed the doorknob, he realized that the alarm he had installed in advance had gone off.

Someone has entered the house.

"Similar to..." He continued to explain nonchalantly. Clark was about to answer, but before he uttered a syllable, Tim raised his leg neatly, kicking the door open!

boom!

Clark: "!"

He stared dumbfounded at Tim being pushed to the ground without even the slightest cushion. When he raised his hand, his elbow was grabbed, and the bend of his leg was precisely pointed——in the blink of an eye, he was caught by the opponent Easily flipped over.

Clark: "...uh."

Tim: "..."

He relaxed his body, lay flat on the ground, and stared at the person on him peacefully: "Hello? You can let me go."

Dick let go.

He glanced at Tim in a daze, then at Clark, and finally gave Tim a hand, and asked him to pull it up.

"Dick?" Clark walked into the room and closed the door: "Why are you here?"

Dick pretended to be calm: "I'm not surprised to come here, when did you and Xiaohong get on so well?"

Dick came to Tim's safe house for only one reason, he wanted to make sure his family was okay, but Tim was busier than any of them, so he thought about it and just went to Tim's house and waited for him to come back.

In the living room, he vaguely felt footsteps at the door, approached—listened, and found that Tim had come back, and who was he still talking to, so he planned to come over to have a look, but he didn’t expect Tim’s reaction to be so big——

You must know that Jason climbed Tim's window before, and a red hood with facial features suddenly appeared in the window in the early morning. He just raised his eyelids and took a look, and then continued to poke the fried eggs on the plate.

Tim patted the ashes on his body: "I'm free today, and I want to invite Clark to dinner."

Dick looked Tim up and down, smiled and said, "Bullshit."

Tim curled his lips subtly.

This action didn't have any emotional meaning, it just stretched the muscles on his face. Dick looked at Tim with a strange expression, and it was the first time in his impression that Tim was so... weird.

Tim said softly: "Look, you don't believe me, so you also know that Clark will not come to me for no reason, great, now let's stop trying to keep-everything is fine, and move brain."

He just felt annoyed, and the back of his head hurt a little when Dick pinned him to the ground.

...I'm bored, and his anxiety is always with him, and Dick's performance undoubtedly adds to the fire. This blue bird clearly knows-clearly knows everyone's state like the palm of his hand.

Then he—must leave this shit up to him.

Although Dick didn't do it on purpose, it's the inevitable result of Dick's character and behavior style. Ye Yi seems to be the best communicator, cheerful and considerate, but when it comes to things he really doesn't want to do, he would rather keep undisturbed.

Just like when Bruce fell into a paranoid and dark situation after Jason's death, Tim knew he needed a Robin, but what he did at the time was not directly recommending himself.

He went to Bludhaven to find Dick and told him that Batman needed Robin.

"I'll be back." Dick looked at him—yes.

"Batman needs Robin, not Nightwing." He stared at Dick closely: "Don't you understand?"

Dick looked away from him and disappeared into the Bludhaven night.

Later, when he recalled this scene to Ah Fu, the old butler said calmly: "Maybe, Master Tim, maybe Master Dick is well aware of this."

Yes, Dick knew Bruce needed Robin, but he still forced himself to ignore the fact that was in front of him—for the simple reason that he didn't want to.

Now he is exactly the same as then.

Tim couldn't explain why he aimed at Dick, but Ye Yi's beautiful face sank little by little, which made him feel a lot happier. Now he understood why Jason went to shoot Dick when he had nothing to do.

It turned out to be really cool.

Dick didn't like the feeling of being seen through at all, he hugged his arms unconsciously, which was an unconscious defensive action.

After being punctured, he had to face the elephant in the room.

"It's not fair to me," Clark said softly as the tension grew.

He got the attention of two people at the same time. Clark looked at Tim first, nodded at him a little guilty, and then looked at Dick: "Suddenly, you all have a common secret, and I Suddenly no longer one of you, I'm cut out."

Dick opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Clark was always gentle and relaxed when facing him, even though he was complaining, it sounded more like... the feeling of a big dog rubbing his furry head against his hand, flattering and frightened Uneasy willfulness.

Why are you doing this to me?

Tim picked up a cup of coffee for himself, and threw himself on the sofa to let go of his brain. The exhaustion spread throughout his body along the nerves, and he felt even more bored immediately, and he didn't want to care about the other two.

Jason's going to be in Gotham for a long time, Damian is a reliable man now, it's time to think about - travel around the world or something.

"Sorry." Dick was silent for a long time: "Can you pretend you don't know?"

Clark substituted Dick's question: "I can keep a secret."

His tone was quite calm, but Dick could also hear the toughness inside. This is no longer a matter that can be discussed, but Clark definitely needs to know what happened.

"—I can tell you nothing."

Clark inevitably smiled slightly because of Dick's foolishness, which reminded him of the little Robin who didn't want to write an essay and then tricked him for help.

So he took a step forward, patted Dick on the shoulder with his hands, and stroked his hair a few times. The comfortable temperature made Dick squint his eyes quietly.

...should be all right?he thought uncertainly.

And what he heard next made him freeze.

"I always know."

Dick raised his face and looked into those peaceful eyes. Clark didn't get impatient because of his unreasonableness, nor did he make threats angrily, but stated a very simple truth.

If Superman wants to get to the truth, he has a way.

Tim glanced lazily at the two men, shook his head, and said, "Shall we continue the previous conversation?"

He thoughtfully reminded - "Dick?"

Clark moved a chair and sat down opposite Tim, while Dick lowered his head and thought for a while, but without saying a word, he also pulled a chair over.

There was still a lot of free space on the sofa, but he moved the chairs to Clark's side, almost next to each other.

That's the default, Tim rubs his temples.

Unprecedentedly, he had a feeling that he was about to start a trial for no reason, but the objects he chopped off with his sword were innocent from beginning to end, and he, the judge himself, could not stay out of the matter.

The soft leather he was sitting on suddenly became uncomfortable, and he moved his body uncomfortably.

Clark - don't know, but what is Dick?

"memory."

Tim suppressed the discomfort in his heart and started the topic wearily: "Actually, there is no secret. At some point, all of us got a memory at the same time."

"—Be sure to define this memory. You can think of it as a parallel world that is exactly the same as our world."

He paused: "Or our future."

Clark's body stiffened for a moment, and he said firmly, "The future."

He and Tim are not as close as Dick, but the many cooperations in alliance affairs let him understand Red Robin. Tim's words and actions are actually quite instructive, and he will not give uncertain options for no reason. .

—Something terribly bad must have happened.

Tsk, Tim's eyelids twitched, why did he have to go through this, why—it must be him—the sofa became an iron chair, which made him stand up.

"There's no proof yet," Tim said. "Anyway, it's a very long memory, and it's different for everyone."

Clark: "No-like?"

Tim shrugged: "Just like you don't know what Bruce is doing now, that memory only exists in our own experience, and I don't know what other people's memories are."

"Tim." Clark looked at him expressionlessly, "I'll just ask."

"—I need to know the reason, the reason why you are what you are now."

Tim squeezed his lips together slowly.

Reason seemed to no longer work, and his soul seemed to be drawn away—half out and floating in midair, forcing him to do things according to the original plan, but now he wanted to escape the house immediately.

"Joker planted a nuke on Metropolis and we failed to stop him."

Tim heard that his voice was very stagnant, and his voice was tight, as if it had been sanded. He mocked himself in his heart, it turns out that you are not as calm as you thought.

Clark's eyes widened suddenly.

metropolis?A full... 5000 million people?

The super brain simulated the scene as soon as Tim's voice fell, the old editor who always deducted his bonuses, Mr. Mr. Cleaner who would stuff fortune cookies in the elevator, and the restaurant where he went to buy coffee after get off work...

In the blur, thousands of desperate cries shook his eardrums, causing his brain to go blank. He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

These hands can lift the weight of a planet.

"...Where am I?" He asked in a low voice.

Tim's breath stopped for several seconds.

How should he tell Clark that the Joker is the culprit of these tragedies, the one who shoots the gun—and he is the gun that creates the crime.

"You are on another planet." Dick answered abruptly, this was the first time he uttered a voice after sitting here, he left the chair, knelt down and held Clark's hand: "You were not here at the time, it was too late when you came back , sorry, it was our fault."

"We failed to stop the clown." Dick squeezed his voice through his teeth: "This memory repeatedly reminds us of our omissions and powerlessness."

Clark stared at him quietly.

—After a while, he took his hand out, touched Dick gently on the face, and returned his gaze to Tim.

"In the nuclear bombing of Metropolis." He said hoarsely, "What role did I play?"