A retired magician raises a bucket daily

"Good night, bed."

Another day of magical reality.Jason, who was bathed in hot water for 10 minutes, stopped thinking quickly, closed his eyes and fell asleep when he touched the soft mattress.

But it was clear that the pitch-black mass in his hand wasn't going to let him sleep peacefully.

In the enchantment of Brudhaven, the stone wall that he glanced at now appeared very clearly in front of his eyes.

The strange characters densely chiseled on the stone wall seemed to have sounds, and they kept drilling into his brain.

Really noisy.

He frowned and turned around impatiently.

The sound of splashing water followed his movements.

Jason opened his eyes.

There was still a little bewilderment in the dark green eyes.

This is where?

He lowered his head, his own face was reflected on the dark green water, and there was still a vaguely disturbing voice lingering in his ears.

There was an inexplicable tyranny in his chest, and he couldn't help but want him to destroy and destroy.

"Hahahaha, is that all you can do, little bird?"

A distorted voice came from the corner.

How familiar is this voice, it is a voice chiseled into his bones by himself, and it is impossible to forget it.

Jason's eyes were completely occupied by anger, and the deep green eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

In the corner stood a man in a purple suit, with a clown's makeup painted on his face, and the red paint made the corners of his mouth exaggeratedly raised, almost reaching the ears.

The clown was still whistling and playing an out-of-tune tune, and when he saw that he was discovered, he even rolled his eyes with a smile.

"Whatanicesurprise!" He opened his hands in a welcoming gesture, "Little bird, did you miss me?"

"You—" Jason stepped out of the fountain, anger roiling his brain, "—crazy!"

He punched the clown in the face.The bridge of the nose of the man with funny makeup was directly smashed by the fist, and blood flowed from the nostrils.

"Oh, you're welcome." The clown covered his face and wiped away the blood indiscriminately. The blood was brighter than the color of the paint. He complained dissatisfiedly, "How can you treat an old friend so rudely?"

Jason didn't care what he was talking about, only hatred and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Are you finally going to kill me? Hahahahaha cough, hahaha..." His laughter was sharp and rapid.

The young man pulled his hair silently, but his expression was distorted by the suppressed anger.He knocked the clown's head on the ground again and again, making a dull sound, just like when he was 16 years old, he was hit by a crowbar again and again, and his bones were broken and turned into a puddle of mud.

"...I won't kill you, joker, I won't let you die as you wish." Jason gritted his teeth, his voice trembling, "I will make your life worse than death, wait for you to beg me .”

"I can do it now, hee hee hee please, bird, kill me, hahahahaha maybe I should invite Batman to watch... This opera is called, "How is Robin Become a criminal"!"

"shut up!"

Jason felt blood red in front of his eyes, and the blood flow all over the place stimulated the sadistic desire in his bones.

Lazarus water, or a curse, or something else, seemed to whisper in his ear, bewitching him.

They said: kill him.

"Jason! Jason!" Reed shook his shoulders, "Jason, wake up!"

His eyes were still ferocious when he opened them, and his killing intent had not subsided, with a terrifying aura.

"Having a nightmare?" Reed turned on the bedside lamp.

He was sweating profusely, his heart was beating abnormally, and his palms hurt. Jason lowered his head and saw blood on his hands, with many glass shards stuck in his palms, while he himself was wrapped in half a quilt and fell to the side of the bed , probably rolled off the bed, and he broke the glass vase that was placed on the bedside earlier.

Jason's Adam's apple moved, and his voice was dry as if he hadn't drank water for three days, "...Sorry."

Reed let him sit by the bed while he cleaned up the broken glass bottles on the floor, "I'll get the tweezers and bandage it for you first."

He sat on the bed in a daze, and there was a very faint herbal fragrance in the room, which was the calming incense that Reed had prepared for him, but his tense nerves did not relax at all.

Similar dreams have been made many times, especially in the days when he just woke up.Anything in the dream was the source of stimulation for him. At that time, he was in a daze, like a wind-up doll, filled with anger and never-ending hatred.

He once burned out in the flames, and his ideals were also wiped out, turning into a pile of golden dust.

It later rose from the ashes of the ruins called Vengeance.

What an absurd farce.

Jason squeezed his palms tightly, the pain brought back his reason.

But after he became an outlaw, he has gradually been able to control his anger, why is it still like this now?

The black smoke floating from his arm suddenly turned into a skeleton with its mouth open, as if mocking his embarrassment.

Jason reached out with the other hand and directly squeezed the smoke away. His eyes were cold, and he thought, the more you want me to degenerate, the more you want to take away my sanity, the more I have to resist and wake up .

"Shall we go to a restaurant outside tomorrow?" Reed lowered his head, probably not long after he moved here, the bedside lamp was many years ago, and he hadn't had time to change the light bulb yet, the dim yellow light shone on him On the face, the contours were blurred, and the corners of the mouth were raised in an ambiguous and gentle manner.

The tweezers carefully picked out the fragments stuck in the palm of the hand, and put the other hand under it, and the magic of wound healing was activated every time a piece was solved, and the long and thin wound healed quickly.

At this moment, he could finally glimpse some maturity and stability a few years older than Jason.

"Why?" Jason asked, recovering.

"No reason, tomorrow is Halloween." Reed smiled, but his hands were steady, and he put the pieces that came out one by one on the tissue paper. "I want to go to the parade with you."

Jason said flatly, "Any event in Gotham will eventually turn into a disaster."

"Batman just locked up those criminals who ran out of Arkham Asylum and engaged in explosives yesterday, and it won't be so fast." Reid clipped the last piece, the pain still remained on the nerve endings, the wound had already Healing is gone.He confirmed that there was nothing left, and slowly cleaned up the mess, packing up the pieces and throwing them into the trash can.

"You pay attention to Batman?" Jason asked.

"The vigilante? It's okay, I don't pay much attention to it, but the newspapers in Gotham, they are simply Batman fans, no matter what Batman does, it will be reported," Reed said with a smile, "not to mention Now Batman is still a symbol of Gotham, I mean on the Internet - even the Bat Light has become a check-in place for Internet celebrities, it is difficult not to pay attention to him."

"Then what do you think...how about him?" Jason didn't know why he asked this question, maybe it was because the night was so quiet, he was tortured by the loneliness and fear in his heart, or maybe it was because the magician Looks like he wants to comfort him, but doesn't say anything about what just happened, and he himself... doesn't want him to leave.

Like a drowning person finally hugging the last piece of driftwood.

"Is it midnight tea time, boy?" Reed teased, handing him a bottle of Antidote 3.0 while he picked up a glass of warm water.

The two of them clinked glasses, and the magician said slowly, "What kind of person is Batman, well, let me think about it, I have never seen him, so I can only rely on rumors and reports... I leave brother Tan was only 7 years old when Batman was just an urban legend, he was a child's nightmare, and if a child didn't obey, adults would say, 'Batman is going to catch you and eat you!'”

Speaking of this, he chuckled a few times, as if he remembered something, but the emotion was short-lived, and at a certain moment, some memory fragments flashed out from the depths of his brain, "It is said that a person can persist in this world for more than 20 years. In this city, like a monster devouring darkness, fighting for one's own ideals, this is definitely a very, very handsome thing."

"My mother liked Batman very much, maybe because she was saved by him, she said—" Reid frowned slightly, repeating the voice from memory, "'From the time he chose to wear the mask From a moment on, his fate was already doomed. The perpetrators and the weak would fear him and want to pull him down from the altar, but they couldn't help but doubt what they believed in their hearts. Can criminals take the lives of others at will? Tiny Can people always be crushed by injustice?’ So you see, the Dark Knight changed Gotham.”

He stared at Jason with gentle eyes, "Maybe one day Batman will disappear, Arkham's group of psychopaths will come out again, it's unfair that the world is still full of darkness, but someone will always stand up, just like Batman , become a knight, no?"

Jason retorted subconsciously, "Who would be like him—"

"Don't deny it, boy." Reed looked at him slyly, as if he had seen through all his concealment, "Anyone will be a hero, and anyone will be a dark knight."

He stretched out a finger and tapped Jason's heart, "The point is this, what kind of belief are you beating for?"

"Whether it's helping the weak, saving the world, punishing the evil and promoting the good, or lynching to eradicate the evil, it's all a choice to leave traces in this world."

He put his arms around Jason's shoulders, and the two of them stuck together intimately. It seemed that this night, he was finally going to say comfort, "What you want to do, what you want to do, is your own business, you have no regrets." It's fine in your heart."

"Sleep, boy, the tea party is over, or Batman will come and catch you." He pushed the man on the bed, pulled the quilt up, and reached out to turn off the light.

There was darkness in front of my eyes, and even the moonlight cast through the cracks in the curtains was very distant and dim.

Jason suddenly felt a warm presence touch his forehead.

The faint sandalwood on the magician's body was indistinct, and his voice was soft, "There will be no nightmares tonight."

"I promise."