[Zhongyingmei] This villain has nothing to say

'Have you had a nightmare? '

Jason heard her ask.

nightmare?What a nightmare.He lives in hell every day, so why worry that his dream is worse than reality.

But he didn't say the sarcasm when it came to his lips. He wasn't facing the ugly smiling faces that Arkham had seen countless times, nor was he accepting the calculating eyes that gloated at others' misfortune.

He could hear that the girl in front of him really wanted to know how he was doing in her questioning just now.

What are the consequences of doing something wrong?

In Crime Alley, it's not a strange thing for a kid who steals to be beaten to his death; but in Arkham, all tortures will befall him except for hanging him so that he won't die. He knows what it means to die more happily.

It was also at the moment when he heard the sound of the door opening that the deep-rooted fear filled his brain again, as if he felt that punishment was about to befall his head again, which made his body react faster and stop her one step further.

'It doesn't matter, just buy another one. '

There is no penalty.

She said it didn't matter, she told him not to worry.

Those calm eyes seemed to be patient enough, he blocked her way, and she didn't urge him to get out of the way.

Already... there will be no more punishment.

Jason's consciousness suddenly went into a trance, and there was a buzzing in his ears, and he couldn't tell where he was for a short moment.This kind of intermittent ailment didn't happen in one place or two places on his body.After the outburst, his body loses strength for a while, recklessly destroying his body, and his body will not give him friendly feedback.

Amis looked worried, not to mention his body, his current mental state didn't seem to be very good.

"You can't keep moving around in pain like this, it will make your body unbearable, it's best not to get out of bed for a short time, go lie down now..." Amis paused, "Go back and lie down now Would you like to rest?"

Jason looked down at her.

I don't know how long it took, maybe because the tinnitus finally dissipated, or maybe because he heard what she said, he took a step back slowly and moved away from her.

"I'll pay you back," he said.He will give her back everything, what she helped, what she gave, and he will not make her regret saving him.

"Okay." Amis walked into the room with the things she bought, and she agreed, but she didn't think about taking anything from the boy... It's not good to take children's things, and she helped him Not for anything in return.

Jason still stayed by the door and did not leave. Amis looked back and noticed that his back was unnaturally bent when he stood; one of his legs could not exert force, and being shot was serious for a human being. Considering his position that is about to hurt his leg bones, even if he is fine, he might not be able to walk smoothly.

Thinking back for a while to the memory of the simulated pain when the Lex Group was shot, she remembered that it was very painful.

"I will help you heal those injuries on your body." Amis looked at him, "No matter what you want to do, heal your injuries first, okay?" The child has a bad temper, and she wants to drive him directly to bed to rest.

hurt?Jason twitched the corner of his mouth, and let out an indistinct syllable from his dry and sore throat.

...Speaking as if this broken body still needs to be healed.

No matter how top-notch medical technology is in the world, it is difficult for him to restore those twisted and broken bones. It is difficult for him to run freely as before.

Running—the word almost instantly brought him back to the days when he was flying happily above the city as Robin... How breathless he was breathing when he remembered, how breathless he was now.The internal parts have long been rotted and rusted, just like the branded scar on his face, and the tingling pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow will follow him forever.

Jason's eyes sank again when his eyes touched the screen that had not been turned off.

The jaws are grinding... No, even if his body is no longer a matter of concern to him, he still wants to take up the weapon again as soon as possible.There is a person he wants to take revenge on, and it hasn't been resolved yet...

"Is there anything you want?" Jason looked directly at Amis, "I will give you everything you want."

He just said that he would compensate her for the broken things, but he actually wanted to know what she wanted.He would bring her enough benefits that she wouldn't regret saving him.But her answer just now made him not sure. Although she said yes, she seemed to have no intention of getting anything from him at all.

"No, you don't need to bring me anything. I just hope you get better soon..."

As soon as Amis finished saying this, she realized that she had made a mistake—just like she had worried about the unreasonable benefits that happened to her, if she gave him so much help for no reason, would he not Are you also worried that she has ulterior motives?

But isn't it something everyone can do to help children, and she doesn't know what to ask of him.

"I recently came to this city due to some work problems," Amis hurriedly made amends. She glanced at the untouched self-defense devices on the table next to the bed, and then said, "I am a researcher. Running around, working in Arkham was an accident..." It was indeed an accident, but don't tell him that she is still working in Arkham.

"I may not stay in this city for long, so there is nothing I need to help for the time being. You don't have to worry about me asking you what you want."

Amis said this to let him have no burden, but after she finished speaking, the other side seemed to be even more silent.

After waiting for a while, the other party did not speak.

Amis thought for a while and asked, "Do you have any plans for the future? If you want to return to your family in the future..."

"I have someone who wants revenge." He said suddenly.

Hearing him talking about revenge, the first thing Amis thought of was the green-haired guy, "Are you talking about the clown...he won't hurt you anymore."

The corner of Jason's mouth twitched. The smile meant nothing. He had seen the news of the clown's death just now. Judging from the overwhelming news, the clown seemed to be really dead.But the clown dies?Could he have died that easily - not even at the hands of that man.

Maybe, he'll find out, and if he's alive, he'll kill him himself; if he's dead, he'll find his body and put another shot in the head.

But he wasn't talking about the Joker.

"It's not him." Jason said, "My former guardian, I want to kill him."

He saw Amis looking at him, as if feeling his real killing intent, his eyes moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"He has the ability to find me, he clearly has a chance to save me, but he never found me... He left me in Arkham to die." There was unconcealable hatred in the trembling vocal cords.

That person, he changed his destiny, but pushed him into another abyss that he couldn't climb out of.He even quickly found a replacement to fill his vacant position.

The hatred for that person almost turned into all his strength to survive.

He wants, wants to kill him, destroy the city he has been guarding...

Jason has been watching Amis.

This is actually not a plan that needs to be told to her. He had thought about discussing cooperation with her at first, but obviously...she doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes to actively hurt others.

He always wanted to ask her why she saved him...even though she seemed to have answered him more than once.

But he'd been in Arkham so long he'd forgotten that there was something called 'kindness' that didn't cost anything.She didn't reach out to him because she thought she could get something from him, but because she wanted to help him.

Then why tell her what you think?

Do you want her to know what kind of person she saved?

Will she say it's wrong for him to do this, will she stop him.

Stop your tempting...you're just waiting for her to say sorry for saving you.

If you let her know that you're trying to lead her to empathize with you, if you let her know what's going on in your rotten heart, she might wish she never brought someone like you out of Arkham.

"I don't know if I should stop you—if that's what you want..." Her voice hesitated, as if she heard what he said, 'throw him in Arkham to die'— — She believed it, right?

She looked at him again: "but, can you stop when you feel that you are doing something wrong?"

…stop when you feel you are wrong?

But what if he doesn't think it's wrong?

"Please protect yourself..." she said.It also seems to know that he will not give up his hatred easily.

Is that so?She knew that was wrong, but she didn't know how to stop a man who wanted revenge.

Jason looked at her, and he suddenly remembered what she had just said 'I hope you get better soon'.He knew it wasn't lying to him, just like every time she looked at him—as if she hoped that he could grow up well.

The two didn't communicate much after that.

When Amis heard Jason say that the person he wanted to take revenge on was not the Joker, she thought she would hear the name of Batman next—she had heard this name echoing in her ears many times in her empathetic memory The side, but the name that was read from between the teeth with resentment again and again, was not for help, but more like hatred.

Unexpectedly, what he hated more was not the guardian of the earth, but his guardian.

His guardian is...

Amis searched again. When Jason told her his name, she had browsed his personal information once.

Oh yes, Bruce Wayne.

...Bruce Wayne? ?

The Wayne Group that invested in Arkham Asylum? ?

Amis wiped off her sweat. Is Jason really sure? Without the Wayne Group, they might not be able to eat.

Her recent job is really unstable.

……

Arkham's daytime was exceptionally peaceful—except for a few violent people, most of the mentally ill prisoners were huddled in their corners quietly memorizing something.

Penguin is one of the irritable ones, and after a night of insomnia, his temper became even worse.

——Who would have thought that the damn broadcast sound would last until two o'clock in the morning! ! !

Where did that damn psychiatrist hide the radio?

It was so easy to fall asleep tremblingly, and before the morning bell of the prison rang, the voice urging him to recite the prison rules rang again!

The penguin's eye sockets were all black, and he wanted to find someone to vent his anger on, but everyone was very quiet this day, and no one bumped into his eyes.

He saw the double-faced man and the riddle man standing in the corner with normal faces. Didn't they listen to the broadcast last night?

"Why did you sleep so peacefully last night?" he asked.

Riddler: "We've finished reciting it."

Penguin: "???" What do you mean you have finished memorizing? ? ?