[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

Scarecrow is best at making poison to make the opponent fall into fear. In some universes, he also joined the Yellow Lantern Corps representing fear.

But now, Jason, who has become a demon, is completely immune to the fearful poisonous fog.

What will happen when the person who usually controls fear falls into the hands of fear?

Jason was curious.

Lucilla felt that this was a good opportunity to exercise Jason's ability.

"Inducing people to fall, making people fearful, these are the basic abilities of demons, and you will definitely have them." This is like a baby who knows how to cry to find food when it is born, it is an innate instinct.

Lucilia didn't demonstrate, but just used dictation to guide Jason to find the feeling.

"Don't hate him, but play with him."

"Hate means equality and attention, means you care about him, and what you have to do now is to ignore him, remember that he is your toy, one of countless toys, not a serious object of hatred."

For Lucilla, hate is really a very high-end emotion.

Recalling his demon career carefully, Lucilia didn't hate anyone or anything, he felt that they were unworthy.

In Lucilia's cognition, the devil is destined to be superior to others.

Don't hate, don't care.

Simply pick a random lucky kid from the pile of toys.

"..." Jason took a little effort to suppress his laughter.

He could imagine the distorted expression on that guy's face if the old bat heard this conversation.

It was very difficult in the imagination, because his thinking was still human, but in practice, it was easier than he thought.

For his demon body, this is an innate instinct.

When he took the initiative to throw away the human part, the call of the devil surged from the depths of his mind.

Flames rose from his feet, and dark mist filled the air. The scorched black thing that looked like kerosene flowed towards the scarecrow in the cage, followed by the same black flames.

The scarecrow screamed.

Lucilia didn't intend to help either, and leaned against the iron railing of the cage, smiling like a fool.

He watched as Jason's black fire wrapped around the scarecrow's path, drove him to the center of the cage, and received burning from all directions.

The wrath of hell doesn't bring just high temperature.

It's another kind of strong irritability stuck in the throat of the soul, enough to make people scratch their heads, wishing to peel off the flesh to get rid of the ant-like frenzy in the heart.

Of course Jason would not give him this chance.

The scarecrow's face was already scarred from wearing sacks and sutures all the year round. At this time, the scars all burst open, and clusters of small black flames burst out from them.

Jason thought he was too loud, so he burned his mouth and vocal cords.

burn it.

Burn everything.

The sackcloth is wrapped around the poisonous gas, and the flame burns vigorously with the poisonous gas and combustibles, and soon the whole scarecrow becomes a real scarecrow, the one that was burned.

The flame jumped up to the roof, and the black flame eagerly kissed the pure white wall, leaving traces like fly ash.

Lucilla smiled and applauded him.

"Crack", "crack".

Two strokes, just like water into hot oil, ignited Jason's anger in one stroke.

Lucilia's voice drew his memory, and many encounters in the past flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. The anger not only burned the scarecrow, but also burned all the injuries and struggles he had given Jason to ashes.

Meet death and return to peace.

When Jason came to his senses, the scarecrow was already dead. He came back to his senses and managed to calm down his almost out-of-control anger before death. The scarecrow's clothes and body hair turned into small grays, and his body curled up. , those ashes drifted away with his sob.

Jason:  …

fuck.

Spicy eyes.

Wriggling on the ground like a skinny worm.

Jason looked away.

"It's not fun."

Lucilia took a look and muttered, "Well, this is really not fun. But, what do you think?"

Although the surface looked like it was hot to the eyes, Jason's black flames continued to spread.

Climb along the walls and dye them all the same black.

Jason asked very casually, "Have there ever been demons who owned palaces in the world?"

"My father has it. But it was given to him voluntarily by humans, and such a palace cannot become a reason and passage for demons to reside in the world. To put it bluntly, it is a symbolic meaning."

Jason's approach was already obvious. Lucilla didn't intend to stop him at all, but was even more eager to try than Jason. He came behind Jason, wrapped his arms around each other's waist, and made their bodies tight. Paste together.

"Go on, focus. Infecting a palace is not a simple game."

Jason snorted: "If you don't harass me."

Lucilla calmly said that she was helping him.

The black membrane curled up with flames, extending larger lines.

Akamli had buried some holy objects, holy scriptures, holy water, and various things starting with "holy" as early as the experiment on Lucilia.Although it was not maintained due to various reasons, it still left some strength.

It's nothing to Lucilla, but Jason is still a newborn.

He carefully protected Jason's flames from dangerous places, wrapped those places with his own black membrane, and gradually devoured them, just like taking care of chicks, "digesting" them and giving them to Jason to erode.

Together they spent hours devouring Arkham Asylum bit by bit, claiming it their own.

Arkham's change inevitably alarmed the rest of the Bat family.

Tim watched the hacked surveillance cameras one after another, and reported the matter to Batman helplessly. Batman, uncharacteristically, did not intend to stop Jason.

"He's measured," Batman said. "He's not a kid anymore."

"On the contrary, he is now a child." Ah Fu sighed.

you do not say?

For the life of the devil, Jason is not just a fledgling now.

Batman was silent for a moment, but still understood the old butler's worries, so he ordered in the interior: "The nearest person goes to Arkham immediately and waits for orders. If there is any cross-border situation, report it."

As Robin Bird, Damian was the first to arrive.

At this time, Arkham has turned into a black demon castle from the outside.

Damian said "Fvck".

The devil's son didn't hesitate at all, and immediately got in. Ye Yi came a little later, and the two spent some time dragging the prison guard out, and then came to the prisoner again, but was given to him by piles of curled up white prisoners. Shock arrived.

"I thought Gotham's sewers were the most unacceptable thing I've ever experienced." Nightwing whispered.

Damian, who was buried in the bug pile by the clown, seemed to be fine.

After all, he's been through worse.

"You deal with this, I'll go find that Todd." Damian pointed to the ruins ahead.

This block collapsed for some reason, the severe punishment area and the area for ordinary prisoners were deliberately separated, the broken cement blocked the way, and the remaining gap could barely fit a child, let alone a big bird like Ye Yi.

Nightwing could only accept it.

Damian crawled forward alone for a while, and got out.

He followed the direction of the black flame and found Jason at the end.

This guy is actually in front of the clown's cage.

Looking at Jason who was covered in black flames, Damian was not afraid. He waited quietly for a moment, and when Lucilla released Jason, he backed away a little. Jason also calmed down from that weird state of excitement, reaching Mian just started to complain: "Isn't it tonight?"

"It's not 'tonight' anymore." Jason signaled Damian to check the time. It's past twelve midnight. From Jason's point of view, it's already another day.

"Excessive words," Damian uttered the boss "TT", and asked suddenly: "How does it feel?"

Jason understood the vague question.

"About death? I'd say for people like us, that's not too bad. Everything is reduced to ashes. It doesn't matter whether the sun is still there tomorrow or when the end of the earth will come. Nothing. No matter how important it is. Those who devote their lives to pursue, also return to nothingness."

"When death comes, the meaning of life is also erased." Jason said.

"Then why do we continue?" Damian frowned deeply.

"Because it's just for me." Seeing him like this, Jason was amused, and before Damian decided to cut him with a knife, Jason continued: "But for you, for those who survive , everything makes sense."

"...?" Damian didn't understand.

He fell silent.

Jason left in this silence.

No one expected him to leave just like that, and he didn't even go back home. Ah Fu regretted that he had finally tidied up the room, and at the same time, no one was really surprised.

how to say?

It's very Batman.

……

…………

one year later.

Jason is back.

The cemetery of Wayne Manor was on fire, pitch black and bright red, and the angry monarch stepped out of the angry flames.

"...Master?" Ah Fu was taken aback.

Jason: "...?" He didn't seem to realize what happened, he looked down at himself, and then suddenly realized, the veins in his head suddenly bulged, and he roared, "Lucilia!"

Lucilia jumped aside and said happily, "You didn't even ask."

No matter how fierce little Jason is, he is still a 15-year-old young man, Lucilia is not afraid~

This is Little Jason's grave, and of course it was Little Jason who crawled out.

"You can control what you change." Lucilia reminded him before he was beaten violently.Then he complained falsely: "I want to tell Batman that you are domestically violent, even if you are already a monarch, you can't beat me casually."

Jason: "..."

Take a deep breath.

"When did I hit you?"

"When I was dreaming?" Lucilia smiled and jumped behind the old housekeeper.

"...Don't learn messy things on human forums!"

With a string of black fire, Lucilia's skirt was lifted, it was Jason telling her to come out quickly.

Maybe it was because he was afraid of accidentally hurting the old butler, Jason was particularly restrained, and he didn't look like he was running amok in hell.

"Please wait a moment," A Fu pretended not to see the two children fighting, led them to Jason's room, and then notified the others to come back, "Just in case, I think you all would like to stay and participate Family reunion tonight?"

"It's today?" Jason frowned.

That's my brother's hobby, not his.

"Yes." The old housekeeper was very calm.

"I do!" Lucilia raised her hand.

Jason: "...All right."