[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

Concerto of Fire and Smoke.

Jason opened his eyes, the blood in his mouth tasted like the sweetness of watermelon candy, and he didn't know if it was his illusion, as if he could still feel a few sugar crystals in his mouth before it could melt in time.

Everything around is so strange, yet familiar.

The wild laughter that gradually went away was like a sharp stone spear piercing his heart, making Jason no longer care about the subtle emotions in his heart.

The countdown was ticking, urging his life to end. Jason endured the pain all over his body and struggled to stand up. The warehouse door had been locked, and removing the handcuffs could not solve the problem.

With his current skills, he can't solve this clown bomb empty-handed.

For the first time in his life, Jason felt the smile of death so directly.

It was so real that Jason felt a little dazed, as if he had died many years ago.

How else to explain his familiarity with this?

Just when Jason was blank and unable to react, the warehouse was breached from the outside, and the locked door was hit hard in an instant.

"bump--!!!"

The loud sound of metal breaking completely covered the countdown sound.

Jason opened his eyes wide, watching the heavy metal door being violently smashed open by the Batmobile, and the dark knight turned over and jumped out, holding his baby bird in his arms.

Fire and death are kept out by the cloak.

In the darkness, there were only two people panting fiercely.

Jason is because of his narrow escape.

Batman generally felt the same way.

"Never act privately in the future, remember?!"

Batman's roar was full of anger, and masked pain.

Maybe it was because of the ringing in his ears, Jason only felt that his head was covered with a layer of plastic, so that Batman's roar sounded a little muffled, and it felt very unreal.

He vaguely agreed.

Jason, who was tricked by the clown, was seriously injured and had to recuperate. Fortunately, Nightwing came back. The big blue bird, who almost lost his brother, didn't have any trouble with his adoptive father anymore, and returned to the night of Gotham.

"What about Bludhaven?" Jason asked slowly.

"...?" Ye Yi didn't understand why he asked, "That's not important."

No matter how far he flies, he will always come back to work for Bruce in the future, and the company also needs an heir. Dick told Jason that he was just messing around, and he didn't really mean to leave this mess behind and ignore it.

Especially with Jason still alive.

Last time, Jason actually made a special trip to Bludhaven before going out, hoping to find Yewing's support and some kind of help.

But Nightwing refused to clean up the mess in Bat's name, whether it was Batman himself or Robin Bird.

A trap that young Jason didn't spot, an experienced Nightwing would likely notice.

Ye Yi fell into self-blame for this.

If Jason died, it might become his shadow for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, Jason is still alive, and there is still hope for everything.

"Hey, do you know? Actually, you did a good job last time," Ye Yi told the Robin bird, "Tell me wherever you go, and I will definitely go with you next time."

"Okay." Jason agreed.

It's a pity that Jason didn't have the chance to go out and wander again.

He was caught in a day-to-day night watch career.

Stare at Gotham every night, knock down the purple clown hot air balloon, help Poison Ivy trim those wanton plants, and then go to de-ice the Freeze Man.

The days are exciting and slightly dull.

Deep down in his heart, Jason always felt that the current situation was a bit strange, but he couldn't explain why it was so strange.

Friendly older brother, difficult but loving adoptive father, and one or two older sisters (Barbara) who are out of Wayne but join them at night from time to time.

He has too much, but a little unreal.

Perhaps, as Alfred said, the days of wandering on the streets are still affecting me?

Jason couldn't be sure.

The past misfortunes made Jason subconsciously doubt what he got, and he always felt that the present happiness was nothing, as if he was destined to be unworthy of it.

The old man's life experience is richer, and Jason also feels that he should listen to the other party and not think so much.

But he always felt that something was missing.

It should be something that he didn't want at first, but that thing didn't make sense, and cut into his daily life forcefully, and became an indispensable part of his flesh and blood ever since.

But what is that?

Jason felt lost and empty.

"Human beings are always greedy." Every time at this time, an old and gloomy voice would ask him, "Is it really worth giving up everything now and pursuing the so-called 'more'?"

Is there anything wrong with life now?

Why do you still want to pursue a feeling of nothingness?

As a Robin bird, Jason certainly understands the truth of cherishing the present.In Gotham, a quiet night is the ultimate luxury, and it's been a while lately.

Jason wondered if there was something wrong with him.

The days are too peaceful, but it feels wrong.

……

He couldn't help thinking: Is the lack he feels really just some kind of nothingness?

Jason woke up countless times in the middle of the night in his dreams.

It's just because the darkness after falling asleep is too pure and nothing.

A strong sense of unreality has always been entrenched in Jason's heart, like a dragon buried under gold and silver treasures, which may wake up at any time and swallow him up.

Fear and longing co-located deep in his heart.

The soreness in his chest was familiar to him.

It's like every time you jump off the edge of a tall building, you surrender yourself to the gravity of the earth.

He couldn't tell whether he should fall with him this time, or take out the rope gun to protect himself in time.

follow me.Jason.

There is always a voice calling him somewhere.

Call him into death.

"What's wrong with me?" Jason couldn't help asking himself in the middle of the night.

This time it was different.

"You miss me." A lively and brisk voice replied.

"Come to me, Jay," she whispered, "or I'll come to you, it doesn't matter. I'll find you, just like last time."

She will find him.

The soul that keeps climbing up against the darkness.

Once a glimpse in hell, she has created countless entanglements and entanglements, and also made her connect with the ground, and began to be limited by the life and death of human beings.

But Lucilia doesn't mind, she can accept this and like it.

How would you describe it in human terms?

bride price?

Just, more or less the case.

At this time, Lucilia was under the control of this foggy underground. For a long time, she could only look up at the humans on the ground, watching the boy grow up like an ordinary human. It is not contaminated with the breath of hell, but it is still surprisingly mellow and delicious.

It was originally charcoal-grilled pork belly with honey sauce, but now it is lamb chops with fruit wood.

Milky and milky.

Suck.

Demons are not sensitive to time. Lucilia didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, she enjoyed spying on Jason's growth process. Watching her small bird steak turn into a big bird steak, Lucilia thought she could watch a dozen more 20 years!

It's a pity it's time for the end.

Lucilia was a little regretful, but not too entangled.

"Are you ready? Cutie." She asked in a low voice.

From the deep, deep ground, there was a hoarse humming sound, like a beast from hell roaring. This was the grunting sound of a three-headed dog, coming from outside this world.

After getting an affirmative answer, Lucilia turned her head to look at the nothingness behind her.

"Greedy likes the world of the living the most," Lucilia learned to talk to herself recently with Little Jason, "he must be on it."

On the ground, that is, in the human world.

And the fog she is in now should be regarded as "hell".

The demon shook happily.

Demon invasion!

What a fun copy!

Lucilia thought that she would never have the chance to play this game when she was with Jason, but she didn't expect Greed to be so kind and help her make up for this little regret.

With excitement, Lucilia began to prepare.

……

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Three days later.

Alfred is inspecting the lampstand in the castle.

Even Batman doesn't know why this kind of old lampstand is still used at home, and no one cares about it. Everyone is too lazy to take care of them. Only the old housekeeper is very nostalgic, repeating the maintenance work mechanically every day .

It was midnight now, and the birds were about to leave their nests for a night patrol. As a Robin bird, Jason was in charge of monitoring from the top of the tall gargoyle, observing the entire city as much as possible.

This is his favorite gargoyle.

"Lucilia." This was Jason's new name for the gargoyle.

After Huan heard that woman's voice that day, Jason always felt that there was something wrong with the statue. After thinking about it for a long time, he only came up with this name.

It was a different color that popped up in his long-repeated days, and Jason remembered it.

"Why 'Lucilia'?" In the inside line, Ah Fu was asking.

This seems to be the third time Ah Fu asked, or the fifth time?

Jason took a moment to try to remember, only to be surprised that he couldn't remember the details.

"I don't know either." He could only answer in this way, "I just think the name 'Lucilia' is very suitable for it, or should it be Lucilia?"

It felt a little strange to say this, Jason was not sure, so he used interrogative sentences.

"Lucilia." The old housekeeper chewed on the name repeatedly, and didn't stop after hanging up the inside line.

The repeated muttering sounds like a spell to summon evil spirits.

And Gotham this night is also doomed to be restless.

Jason at a high place was the first to notice the change in the night sky.The stars and the moon disappeared, and the dark clouds gathered, forming a huge spiral over Gotham.

"Robin. Report."

Batman made a request in the paint.

Same conversation.

He'd say, "Everything's fine, Bat."

Then the internal line hangs up.Sometimes Nightwing would call and talk about what was going on in the Batcave, and Ah Fu made cookies and hot dogs for them as snacks at night.

Always the same.

As dark clouds poured down, Jason's brain began to ache.

"It's all right, Bat," he heard himself say.

Then Batman hangs up the inside line.

It's like being blind, but you just hang up the inside line like this.

"Master." Ah Fu found Batman, "The gates of hell have opened."

The gates of hell.

It was like a spell, when Ah Fu uttered this word, it immediately triggered other things to happen, one after another, people woke up.

The citizens of Gotham fell into panic, the Gotham Bridge was blocked due to traffic, Batman and GCPD followed closely.

Amidst the roar of thunder, Jason raised his head and saw the demon falling from the sky.