[Zhongyingmei] There are new relationships every day

Jason Wayne was still a little overwhelmed.

He was just sitting on the sofa at Alicia's house watching a movie, and the next second he appeared on the dark street.

He was still wearing a clean and expensive shirt, maintaining the "sitting" movement, and almost fell to the ground with his ass.

The well-fed boy moved fairly quickly.

He flipped over lightly, stood firm on the wet ground, and then picked up the slippers that he had thrown out with a look of disgust.

The semicircular moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the moonlight was dim. There was an indescribable strange smell in the air, and the fog was heavy, as if it was the eve of a storm.

Little Jason blinked and looked up at the gray sky.

This is a strange yet familiar place.

There are tall clock towers and dark street corners.

This is Gotham.

In the blink of an eye, he returned from Washington to Gotham where he grew up.

Little Jason licked his lips anxiously, then swallowed dryly.

What just happened?It seems...Mr. Rocky gave him a piece of something, and then told him that he has three days to do what he wants to do?

Probably so.

The second brother can "resurrect from the dead", so little Jason thinks it's no surprise what happened now.

He stared blankly at the palm of his hand, a vague idea flashed through his head.

He tentatively stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

A small spark emerged from his index finger, dancing and burning quietly.

Little Jason swallowed, clenched his fists, and let the spark go away.

I... seem to have three days to become a magician...

What can a magician do?

Little Jason was lost in thought.

He did wake up from his initial extremes and agreed that killing could not solve the problem.He couldn't put his life on the line for those bastards.

Although he is Batman's son, he also has a normal education.His character eventually became extreme due to various conflicts, but it doesn't mean that he is a child who hopes to go the wrong way.

If... without this dreamlike trip to another world, Jason Wayne might grow into another kind of Gotham "criminal".

Fortunately, I had a different experience this time.

Does he hate clowns?

From a child's worldview, there is no doubt.

That lunatic took away his favorite mother, not to mention that many things he did in Gotham were also hurting the city Jason loved so much and hurting those innocent people.

Little Jason kicked on his slippers, thinking while walking aimlessly in the dark Gotham night.

He should think of a countermeasure.

Ten minutes later, the delicate-looking, fair-skinned, expensively dressed kid Wayne, who looked like a lost rich boy, was surrounded by two hooligans.

The man standing in front of him was too thin, his face was ugly, and he was bent, like a drug addict.He held a rusty knife in his hand, with a ferocious expression: "...Hey, hand over the money, or your parents' phone numbers are also good."

As he said that, the man's drug addiction was probably committed, he couldn't control himself, and even drooled, it was so disgusting.

The boy who didn't have a penny on him showed a disgusted expression.

He pouted, flexed his wrist, and then stretched out his hand in a provocative gesture.

***

The folk customs of Gotham City are simple and honest, and there are many talents in Arkham.

For the people of Gotham, the irony of this sentence is really strong.

Jason Wayne knows exactly what kind of strange place Gotham is in other people's eyes.

But there's no question that everyone from Gotham loves the city dearly, in their own way.

After violently making two drugged jerks cry, Jason straps oversized slippers to their feet with their belts, and a flash appears in Arkham.

Arkham Asylum has become another landmark of Gotham.

Little Jason is just a Wayne, he's not Robin, he hasn't been to the Batcave, he doesn't know what Batman knows.

But he also knew what Arkham was really like.

The Joker is in, Harley Quinn is in, Two-Face, Killer Crocodile, Scarecrow, and more are all in now.

Every one is a jerk.

However, relying on the law...no one can really be sanctioned.

Because the law respects human rights and does not want to deprive prisoners of their lives.Jason recognized this point. Prison and loneliness may be worse for criminals, but the premise is that those are normal people and they have a repentant heart.

But Arkham is all crazy.

The boy with black hair and blue eyes is still immature, and his thinking is not mature enough.

Crazy, it seems to have the same privilege.They will get "treatment" and they will be locked up in a mental hospital, but the current methods "can't cure" them.

Arkham couldn't hold them back either.

In other words, for this group of highly capable criminals or lunatics, there is no place to hold them.

The former boy only knew to stop it by killing, because in his heart, only death could stop everything.

But now, he has a new choice.

There are quite a few security guards in Arkham, but for mages, the existence of ordinary people will not cause any trouble.

Jason finally understood why power would cause human beings to lose themselves.

He snapped his fingers with a muffled sound, and walked into Arkham swaggeringly.

The eight-year-old boy had never set foot in such a place before.He took advantage of the moonlight to look at the building distribution, and finally found the clown's ward after 10 minutes, and reached the space only separated from him by a railing by magic.

Inside the empty last door is a cage.

Here there is only a dim yellow light directly above the cage, and the range of the light is only the cage, barely showing the edge.

The lunatic sat in the middle of the cage in the patient's clothes, with his fingertips pressed together, looking very quiet.

It was already late at night, and little Jason's eyes were bloodshot. The growing boy walked up to him step by step without saying a word.

In the madhouse, he didn't have hair gel, he didn't have that exaggerated makeup.

His withered green hair looks a little soft, hanging down the side of his face; although the washed face is still pale, it doesn't have the horrifying and pale appearance that was painted; naturally there is no blood red lip makeup, so scratched The lipstick on his ear, but the scar at the corner of his mouth is still obvious.

Of course he spotted little Jason.

He chuckled, a shuddering laugh. "Oh look, what did I see? A Wayne."

Little Jason stood in front of him, expressionless.

The clown stood up abruptly and hit the railing with a bang, followed by a buzzing sound of metal colliding.

His room was special, and he had to open ten locks in a row to get to the cage; and the cage's railings were so densely packed that it seemed that he couldn't even stretch out his wrist.

He laughed nervously, stretched out his tongue and licked the metal railing lightly, then retracted his tongue contentedly, the scar at the corner of his mouth twitched until it was level with his ears.

"You are different from that pious guy." The clown looked at Little Jason, as if he wanted to find something from him, "Let me guess what you are here for."

He let out a few terrifying laughs, bumped his head on the railing a few times, and slowly stood up straight.

He elongated his tone and let out an oh: "I remembered."

"You have beautiful eyes."

There was undisguised malice and mockery in the clown's eyes.

"Shh-"

He pressed his pale fingers with scars to his lips, showing his teeth in a terrible smile: "Did you hear that?"

With ridicule and disdain in his eyebrows and eyes, he suddenly pinched his throat and made a false feminine voice: "Oh, get out of here, get out of here, stay away from my son."

He then began to pretend to sob: "Jason, my Jason..."

The boy clenched his teeth, his cheeks puffed up, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"To shut up."

The clown closed his mouth as good as he could, and stopped making harsh fake cries.But he was quiet for less than ten seconds before speaking again.

"Do you remember her name?"

Jason stared into the clown's eyes.

"Do you remember?" the boy said slowly, "You hurt so many people, do you remember?"

The clown pursed his lips and sat down on the ground.

"Why are you suddenly as boring as Bat Cubs?"

The clown lowered his head and fell silent again, as if talking to himself, performing a scene that he could only understand.

But Jason understood.

He understood the joy the clown enjoyed, the passion to make a game out of other people's suffering.He also saw the clown's unabashed desire to stimulate him.

A few minutes later, the clown suddenly jumped up and hit the railing.

The railing of the cage was shaken vigorously by him, his scars were raised high, and his nervous laughter was arrogant: "I smell the smell of hatred! Are you going to kill me? Are you going to kill me? Come on! Kill me, Come and kill me!"

He stretched out his hand from the middle of the railing, and half of his arm would be squeezed in by the railing if he stretched out half his palm.

The hand was constantly moving, reaching out to little Jason, trying to touch him.

"Come on, come on here," the clown stared wide-eyed, his eyeballs protruding, as if his eyes would fall out at any moment, "Here, and here, Bat Cub is a coward, are you too? Did you hear that woman crying for you."

He laughed, shaking the railing, crazy and ridiculous:

"So women are useless? I thought every Robin would go crazy for his mother, like a bat cub hahahaha!"

The author has something to say: ...the headache is splitting, they are so difficult to write_(:з」∠)_

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