A retired magician raises a bucket daily

"Reed Christian, male, 27 years old, was born in Gotham. His mother's name is Granny Christian. His father is unknown. He went to England with his mother after he was 7 years old, where he studied until he became an adult. I will check I looked at his college, where he's just an alias, doesn't actually go to school, and his real name is Reed Christian Trambellio."

Tim just finished his life on black coffee, and he felt much better. He pressed his finger on the keyboard and brought up a data interface for Bruce to see.

"Tranbellio, this family is a famous noble family, but there is basically no news about them on the Internet, but you should have heard of the forces behind them," Tim blinked his dry eyes, "Magic Association. "

Bruce tightened his hand on the back of the chair, "Continue."

"The Magic Association does not have much information open to the public. I asked Zatanna. She said that although the Magic Association and their magic side knew each other's existence, they had been in a state of non-interference. The Magic Association kept secrets about themselves. Sex is also very demanding, they are like the wizards in "Harry Potter", they study in their own world and don't bother ordinary people most of the time."

"And Reed Christian Tranbellio seems to want to hide his relationship with this family. All his online information has been tampered with, using his mother's surname as his surname, and concealing the relevant special Everything about Lamberio."

"What's his purpose in Gotham?" Bruce asked.

"It seems that...he resigned and went back to his hometown to recuperate his health. It is said that he was a lecturer before," Tim glanced at the information, "and he is also a best-selling novelist, whose pen name is Perseus (Perseus) ), if I remember correctly, you also invested in the remake of his novel."

Bruce thought about it, and it seemed that there was such a thing. He even read half of the book, but that didn't mean that Reed was no longer threatening to him.

Looks like I'm looking for a chance to get in touch with him.

Bruce had a headache remembering seeing Jason and Reed in the restaurant that day.

Especially since they look like they're in a relationship...

Or more complex emotional entanglements.Bruce didn't want to understand.

"Evil... where's Dami?" Tim glanced behind them. There was no one else, and the Batcave was rarely so quiet.

"I sent him to sleep." Bruce lowered his head and took off the armor on his body little by little.

"He had a fight with Little Joe today, and he almost made Little Joe cry." Tim said slowly. I don’t want to see the blue dog eyes that are unique to the Superman family. I’ll leave this matter to Connor. He has experience. Superman taught him how to coexist peacefully with the Bat family. He can use this Tricks that might not be of much use to teach Jonathan.

Red Robin is very good at dumping the mess on his partner.

Bruce belatedly remembered who 'Little Joe' was.

Jonathan Kent, that is the child of Superman and Louis in another world. Not long ago, Bart accidentally brought about a chain reaction when traveling through time and space. Soon, within a few days, he fell in love with Damian, and liked to act with Damian very much.And according to Jonathan, their world has come to an end, the world has become a wasteland, Superman and Louis are dead, the Justice League no longer exists, and there are only lingering ordinary humans and evolving robots called sentinels in the world. They killed all superpowers, mutants, and superheroes, and the world fell apart, leaving only power and death.

Although in this world, Clark Kent and Louis Lane are just ordinary friends, but the kind-hearted boy in the small town is still willing to treat Jonathan as his own child.Of course, that's when Batman has conducted various tests on him and confirmed that he is not lying and harmless.

Thinking of this, Bruce paused, and after a while he said, "Let them take care of their affairs."

"Children's fights don't last long."

Tim thought to himself, a 13-year-old Kryptonian who is proficient in various assassination methods and has a Ph.

Meanwhile, at Reed's house.

As soon as he put Jason on the bed and was going to check his wounds, the almighty Weber sent him a long and mighty text message, in which the paragraph accusing him of his bad behavior of treating himself as a tool man was occupied It can be seen that he was really angry, but at the end, he still marked the reading of the runes that Reed asked him to read below.

Really reliable.Reed sent him a heart back.

The other party shows rejection.

Batman didn't seem to have done anything bad at all. Jason had at most a few bruises, and no more serious wounds.

Reed breathed a sigh of relief, and began to prepare to solve the curse in his hand.

The five wounds became very deep, as if they could corrode the flesh and blood. Reid saw the white radius below, and the black lines that spread up climbed up again, as fine and dense as ants moving.

Reed drew a magic circle on the top according to the photo, and the specks of light left traces in the air with his fingertips.He whispered the runes, and each of those characters carried the power of protection. Every time he uttered one, the black mist became lighter, as if being forced back by some force, and the magic circle gradually became dazzling. A blinding light burst out in the dark room.

When he read the last character, his eyes could not be opened at all, and the dazzling light almost enveloped the two of them.

Reed heard a loud pounding sound in his head, followed by a slight suppressed sob in his ear, as if covering his mouth, and was able to swallow the fear that was about to escape. This made his heart inexplicably painful.

He blinked vigorously when there were no more double images and light marks in front of his eyes, everything around him changed, it was no longer his house, but a small cramped room, the air was filled with low-quality The smell of tobacco and alcohol, a small bed covered with old quilts, and a boy who looked only about eight or nine years old was hugging his legs and huddled in a corner, his shoulders were trembling as if he was crying.

Cerelia said that if you want to eradicate this curse, you must enter the resentment in it, and then completely remove the resentment.He guessed that he should be in the midst of this resentment right now, or rather, the resentment of the little boy in front of him.

But how do you get rid of resentment?

There was another loud noise outside the house, as if the chair was thrown against the wall, making a tragic collision and falling apart.Then, the yelling and cursing of a drunk man began to grow louder.

Reed saw the boy flinch, sinking his head deeper between his arms.

He hesitated for a while, and found that he seemed unable to touch the surrounding objects, and his body would pass through those objects.

Reed stepped forward, crouched in front of the boy, and tried to comfort him by carefully placing his hands on his black hair.

Reed originally thought that the boy couldn't see him, and he couldn't even touch him, but what he got was an unexpected soft touch.

Like a vigilant rabbit, the boy slammed back, because the back of his head hit the wall with too much force, he frowned and squinted, and the cry of pain was suppressed by him before he was about to exit.

He has messy black hair, his eyes are translucent ice blue, his eye sockets are red, and there are still tears. Sadness and fear exist in his eyes. The boy raised his hand and made a defensive posture. His back was pressed against the wall, but his voice was still intermittent, interrupted by the sound of choking, and he asked in a panic, "You, who the hell are you?"

Reed paused, but before he could speak, the door behind him was suddenly knocked open.

A man came in from the outside with a wooden stick in his hand. He smelled of alcohol and his eyes were blurred. There was also a woman covered in blood leaning against the door, crying and begging him to let him let the child go.

The man broke free from the woman's weak hand, pushed her to the ground, spat, and walked straight towards the boy. The wooden stick was raised high, and the dark yellow glass bulb in the living room was hanging down. The man was behind the light and couldn't see clearly. expression, can only hear the sound of the wooden stick cutting the wind.

Reed felt a slight push on his hand, and he saw the boy say to him silently: Go away.

But that look was more like begging him for help.

Reed subconsciously tried to block the straight swinging wooden stick, but the wooden stick passed through his body and landed on the boy behind him with a dull thud.

He seemed to be just a stray ghost, a phantom imagined by the boy.

The boy's thin and emaciated shoulder was pulled by the wooden stick, leaving a red and swollen mark.He bit his lower lip, put away the faltering tears in his eyes, frowned and raised his head to stare at the man who was venting his depression and anger.

Reed looked at him through the man, eyes clean and beautiful, as if an iceberg had melted into them.

He looks like he needs a hug.

This thought suddenly flashed through Reed's mind.

Before he could even react, he had already bent down and hugged the boy.

Their hearts were beating violently together with their touching chests separated by several layers of thin clothes.

The boy quietly closed his eyes, the wooden stick was still being whipped against him, the man was still swearing while waving the wooden stick, the woman was still begging on the ground, her body was still moaning in pain, blood was flowing out, her shoulders were hurting. throbbing.

This world is distorted, shrouded in smoke and alcohol, breeding violence and crime, and he is clearly being swallowed.

But received a gentle hug with a light sandalwood fragrance.

Reed realized who it was in that moment.

And where is he.

Here is Jason Todd's memories, his past, his fears and his resentments.