[Zhongyingmei] There are new relationships every day

Little Jason's eyes were a little red.

He had not witnessed death, nor did he want to.

Little Jason didn't know how his temper could be tolerated all of a sudden.He pursed his lips and snapped his fingers again not so loudly.

——Actually, you don’t need to do any strange actions to use the attached spells of the Loki card, but Little Jason is still a child with a big brain.

The clown stopped suddenly.

He grinned in a silent laugh, then frowned in bewilderment, and stroked his neck strangely with his free hand.

The clown looked very curious. He opened and closed his mouth and kept making various mouth shapes to speak, but he couldn't make any sound.The crazy expression on his face became more and more exaggerated, the arm clamped in the railing twisted and shook, and even the whole metal cage made a trembling buzzing sound.

The blue eyes were quietly watching the crazy clown, Jason's mouth was drawn into a line, he didn't speak, just watched.

The clown studied for a while, and finally he pulled his hand out of the railing.

His sleeves were all rolled up to his arms, and his pale arms were red from the squeeze just now, and there were still a few places where the skin was rubbed off.

But the clown didn't seem to feel it. He put his hand in his mouth and scratched at the throat, and then continued to laugh wildly.

It doesn't matter if he can't make a sound, he leaned forward and backward with laughter, almost wanting to laugh out all the laughter that he didn't make when he was bored before.

His eyes were wide and exaggerated, the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the scar at the corner of his mouth was a forced smile, which was ferocious and chilling.

Finally, he stopped smiling.

He was still holding the railing with both hands, staring at little Jason.

The corners of his mouth were grinning very wide, and he kept making a mouth shape.

"Birdboy~birdboy~"

Little Jason understood his mouth shape.

The boy still didn't speak, but he didn't want to read any more.

He snapped his fingers one last time.

The sound of rubbing fingertips was unprecedentedly successful this time, and there was only that crisp sound in the empty room.

Then there was the sound of the body collapsing.

The clown closed his eyes, and slammed his head against the railing, leaving a few funny red marks on his pale forehead, and then fell to the ground, splashing some invisible dust.

ended.

Jason Wayne felt that his head might really not be enough.

His grades were alright in school, but in this complicated and innocent Bat family, his grades were useless.

He didn't think he was smart enough, and he would never really show the inferiority complex hidden under several childish disguises.

So he stopped being brave and pretended to be smart.

Mr. Rocky has done it before.

Little Jason is willing to believe Mr. Rocky's actions, it is better to let him become a fool.

No, it's not a fool, but the kind that forgets everything, even the basic survival ability is forced to forget, even eating and chewing needs to be taught again.

In that world, the change of the Joker has been partially authenticated.

He is smart enough to learn everything he should learn on the first day, but the spell does not know what the principle is, but it repeats itself again and again.He can learn it every day, but at the end of sleep, he forgets again.

Completely forget.

When the clown was born, Harley Quinn asked to live opposite him, staring intently at her world through the small window.

So at least, what he has always wanted to do is over.

Looking at the bastard lying quietly on the ground, little Jason suddenly felt so empty that he was at a loss.

He took two steps forward and looked at the unconscious man through the railing.

At this time, the clown looks like an ordinary human being, but he can do those kinds of crimes just for his boredom, or to "compete" with Batman.

Jason squatted down. Although he still had the thought of beating him up, he finally stood up and took a step back.

"You can stay here forever, it's best to be soberly aware that your body is no longer controlled by your will, and live as a real lunatic and fool," the boy looked at him, his blue eyes were calm, tears But suddenly his eyes fell, "Then live a little longer, a little longer, and make amends."

He gradually disappeared in the closed space of the ten-fold lock, and then the affected monitor started to work again.

***

Torrential downpour.

Arkham Asylum is located deep in the outskirts of Gotham, and the surrounding area can be said to be uninhabited.

The outskirts of Gotham are now shrouded in sudden torrential rain.

Heavy rain is a sign, and the gray and fermenting smell in the air is gradually replaced by the freshness brought by the rain washing the world.

Lightning flashed by, and the sound of thunder seemed to make the whole city tremble.

The dark-haired boy was in the center of the building before, completely unaware that it was raining outside.He just teleported to the door of Arkham, but he was drenched as soon as he came out.

He was still wearing slippers, and he was completely unwarmed after being wet by the rain.

When he planned to use the ability that Mr. Rocky gave him to return to Wayne Manor, the feeling of being full of power disappeared immediately.He seemed to be hollowed out in an instant, and became an ordinary eight-year-old boy who was barely trained.

Little Jason: "..."

What about the agreed three days, Mr. Rocky?

(Rocky: I said within three days and not three days, thank you)

He hid under the eaves, stretched out his hand, and the rain hit his palm, causing some pain.

Jason didn't try to be brave, he knew that he would never be able to find his way back to the manor alone in this situation, not to mention that he should be running away from home now.

The somewhat awkward boy ended up sitting at the top of the building steps, with his arms around himself, barely covered by the eaves, but kept enjoying the coolness again and again as the wind blew by.

Little Jason stared at the rain curtain in a daze, not knowing whether it was rain or tears on his face.

He felt that he obviously had a lot of things to do, but his mind was still blank.

A few minutes later, the light belonging to the headlights approached rapidly from a distance, and little Jason watched in a daze as the light passed over Arkham's iron gate, and then stopped not far in front of him.

A black figure appeared in front of him through the rain curtain.

— Batman.

Only then did Jason have a real sense of absurdity.

The boy stood up, relying on himself to step on the highest step, so that his eyes were barely level with his father's shoulders.

His mouth was tightly pursed, and his back was straightened, as if he was facing some kind of enemy instead of his father.

Jason may have caught a cold, and his clear voice became hoarse again.

He straightened his neck, like a little beast that would never admit defeat, mustered up the courage to face the mountain that he could not cross: "You are late, Batman."

The man in front of the boy was wearing a helmet, and his whole body was covered under high-tech armor, with only half of his face exposed; his cloak was washed by the rain, not as elegant as usual, but hanging obediently behind him.

He has a strong figure, and every muscle is full of strength that belongs to the peak of human beings.Standing in front of the eight-year-old boy who has not yet grown up, it is like a strong iron tower, sheltering from the wind and rain.

Just as Jason was about to say something, Batman moved.

The little boy was like a frightened bird whose wings were wet by the rain when he wanted to fly; while the man's tall body sank in an instant.

Batman half-kneeled in front of him, holding the boy in his arms.

The armor is cold and hard, as inhuman as Batman himself.

But the breath on Jason's neck was warm.

The man held his child tightly, so tight that the hard armor hurt Jason, and Batman didn't let go.

Jason's whole body was soaked, including the rain on his face.

But he knew that there was not only rain on his face now, but also uncontrollable tears falling from his eyes, mixed in the cold rain, rolling down his face.

He cried again.

Jason was crying in his father's arms, crying so hard he couldn't breathe.He didn't move, Batman didn't move, they were in the pouring rain, as if they had recovered something that was lost.

Jason sobbed, "It rained so much that I got water in my eyes."

Batman's tall body clearly protected his son well, but he didn't speak.

Jason sniffled and said in a low tone, "The clown is not dead."

Batman didn't use his voice changer.

His father's deep voice rang in Jason's ear: "I know."

The boy bit his lower lip and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Before he could think of a good answer, he was suddenly forced into the air, and was held in Batman's arms, with his head pressed against the cold armor on his chest.

Little Jason was startled. He subconsciously hugged his father's waist, but he didn't let go of the pain from the hard armor.

The cloak wrapped him around, cut off the heavy rain, and gave him a quiet darkness.

He couldn't see his father, but he could feel the shock of his every step.

"Batman," the boy finally said, "do you... have anything to say to me?"

The tall man took every step steadily without saying a word.

Jason didn't cry.

He lowered his eyes, quietly experiencing the rare closeness to his father at this moment.

It seems like a long time, and it seems like only 1 minute.

The boy's voice was soft and inaudible: "...I'm ashamed of you. I can't do anything well."

He was stuffed into the warm Batmobile.

Cold lips tapped his forehead with moisture.

Batman also sat in the driving seat, as if nothing happened, the car started instantly.

And Jason sat aside, touching his forehead stiffly, his eyes widened.

He had just passed and heard what Bruce Wayne had said to him.

"I'm always proud of you, Myson."

I have always been proud of you, my son.

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Didn’t you say that you want to read the story of Little Jason? QAQ Why are you not enthusiastic at all? QAQ I originally planned to write a part of it, so I dare not write it. QAQ

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