When Chaoying meets Little Siren

pain.

Jason gritted his teeth, another gun in his left hand.

"Batman," Jason said. "You just ran to save him in such a hurry, didn't you?"

Red Robin was captured, and there is a good chance that this incident has something to do with the clown, so he proposed to cooperate with the blue bird he contacted.

If you're going up against clowns, no amount of preparation is a bad thing.

Sometimes he is not so recalcitrant, he is not as stubborn as others imagined, apart from personal grievances, the first thing that should be resolved is the safety of the lives of the two hostages.

After the threat to the safety of the hostages is lifted, all that remains is personal grievances.

He looked at the clown out of the corner of his eye, and the blue bird passed by, hitting the clown's face on the ground.

The clown is still laughing.

His plan should have gone bankrupt, and he should be disappointed and angry, just like every time he lost before.

But he's still laughing.

An inexplicable panic hit Jason.

"Oh, unexpected audience." The clown whispered.

"But I am very open-minded. If you enter my theater by mistake without my ticket, I will of course ask you to do something to compensate for the ticket price."

Ye Yi quickly began to search his body, and the clown yelled inexplicably, they had learned long ago to ignore the clown's insanity and ignore the time and place.

The metal beams are not wide, barely enough to fit the width of Red Robin's foot.

Not to mention the acid pool below.

The trapeze is probably not much more exciting than this.

If Dick had been left to handle the situation, he would have been able to handle it better, since it sounded like his domain after all.

The only consolation is that the threat is now mostly lifted, save for a few... family matters.

Red Robin approached the little girl cautiously but as quickly as possible.

two meters.

The strong lights are under the beams, so the space above the metal beams is hidden in shadow.

That's why, when he came to such a close distance, he didn't see the bomb hidden in the shadows, quietly counting down.

The dose is not large, the beam is not thick, more than enough to blow it off.

But the beam broke and bent down, and the little girl's whole body would undoubtedly be completely immersed in the acid pool, and even his height on the slightly higher side would drop by half a meter.

His legs would dissolve in the pool.

A double insurance, or ... is another push.

Red Robin understood the clown's plan almost instantly.

But before he could issue a warning, the countdown was reset.

The close contact with the explosion made him have a slight tinnitus, and the smoke and dust filled the air.

He used his arm to block the fragments of the explosion. The beam broke and bent slowly. He was about to lose his footing. He lowered his center of gravity and frantically thought about how to deal with it. The little girl was about the same height as when he was hanging, and the lowest part of her body It was half an inch at most from the pool of acid, and to make matters worse the little girl was in an upside-down position.

Someone was calling his name, but he couldn't hear it.

Someone was yelling something, and he couldn't hear it.

The tinnitus made his ears seem to be submerged under water, and everything he heard was like a dream.

It was impossible to lift the beam, he had no fixed props, and the rest of the people had no drag points higher than the horizontal plane of the beam, parallel or even downward dragging could only speed up her death.

Even if he was just standing here, his weight alone was hastening her death.

What else, what else...

His heart was beating like thunder, and his back was soaked.

It was his first year as Robin, and for the first time, a man's life depended entirely on his actions.

He has forgotten how he walked the distance of two meters in one second.

He crouched down to reach the chain.

Did he hear the scream?

Did he hear it?He heard it, should he hear it?He didn't... did he hear that?

Is that hallucination?Isn't that hallucination?

There is still weight in the hand, the weight a girl should have, not just the weight of the chain.

The weight almost made him want to cry.

He frantically pulled the chain up.

——Just a sudden, just that, probably less than a second.

The weight on the hand suddenly became lighter.

In the smoke that hadn't dissipated, he was slowly descending, and his body tilted gradually increased.

And on his hand, the chain was pulled to the end, and a corroded clasp was still turning black.

He reached out and touched it.

Residual acid had eaten away at his black gloves.

"No." he murmured.

There is a pungent smell, something burning, and the smell of smoke.

"Red Robin!"

The sound of the claw gun firing was accompanied by a roar.

He was knocked off the crossbeam with a force, and at the same time, a pair of arms firmly clasped his waist. He flew through the air and was led to break free from the smoke and dust.

Red Robin looked over the beam.

In the thin smoke and dust, the iron chain was hanging in the air alone.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Val, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Bruce…" Red Robin repeated in a low voice.

He was put on the ground.

He is not the only one who is crazy.

When Jason rushed to the acid pool, he didn't even get a hair of the little girl.

The pool became cloudy.When he stretched out his left hand, the flesh of the gun, glove, and fingertips were corroded within a second at the same time, and it was Yewing's dart that pulled his clothes back a bit.

Only the bones of his left forearm and forearm were left when he took out his hand.

The dart was embedded in his shoulder, and the pain made him regain a little reason from the bloodshot eyes.

Several air bubbles came out of it.

Jason stared at the bubbles bursting one by one, and stared blankly for a while.

No one spoke.

Only the clown is laughing.

Before anyone could react, Jason touched the gun with his bloody left hand.

Nightwing didn't stand in front of the Joker.

batman.

Always Batman.

His adoptive father, who led him from one abyss to another, silently stood in front of the murderer with a dazzling smile.

Jason didn't know his eyes were red.

All he knew was that his eyes hurt.

That dark shadow is so dazzling.

Without hesitation, he fired directly.

The shot hit Batman's shoulder, and the tall figure didn't dodge, letting the bullet hit his shoulder, and he remained motionless.

Is this a self righteous atonement?

The bright red was dazzling, fueling his anger even more.

He had been angry all year, and what little peace he had had just melted into the pool of acid.

He walked over slowly.

"Step aside."

Jason said blankly.

Batman didn't move, he stopped under the impact of the bullet, and he called out in a low and hasty voice, "Jason."

"Jason, listen to me..."

"She's only 12 years old."

Jason interrupted him calmly.

"I was beaten to death by him with a crowbar, Barbara was paralyzed because of him, Val..."

He took a deep breath.

"...There will be countless 12-year-old children, or even younger, who will die at his hands in the future."

"Just because you left him."

"Oh! I love that kind of drama! You guys always surprise me—uh!"

Nightwing smashed his head into the wall.

Hearing the sound of the clown coughing, Jason glanced at the clown who was curled up in pain, and turned his gaze back to Batman.

He doesn't know what he looks like, and he doesn't want to wonder why Nightwing looks so sad, and he doesn't want to know.

He found himself so calm that he seemed to be watching the scene.

"Batman, I don't blame you for not saving me in time to die in the warehouse; and I don't care that you didn't kill him. I don't care anymore. Just, now, get out of the way."

"If you don't want to do it, I will—"

The sound of gurgling.

Bubbles rise from the bottom layer of the liquid and then burst.

It really stands out in this quiet warehouse.

Jason turned around.

It was a hand on the edge of the acid pool.

A hand, not quite, but a light blue, scaly hand, with short fingers and long nails, about an inch in length; the fingers are joined by pale webs.

That hand patted the edge of the pool tentatively, and a short forearm also rested on the edge of the pool, with a sharp fin growing on it.

Until now, no one has regained the ability to think.

With a strong elbow, the whole creature under the pool was brought out of the acid pool into the air.

A wet head unexpectedly appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Under the wet short hair are familiar delicate features and a slightly fleshy face.

There are light blue ear fins that spread out at her ears like two small fans, and the scales of the same color as the ear fins darken and become denser from the cheeks down.

"...Val?" Jason walked towards the acid pool.

The little girl was stunned, she only remembered that she was hanging in the sky and then fell, and then she lost consciousness for a short time, and when she opened her eyes, she was in the water.

This frightened her, so she rushed to the edge of the pool to think about getting up.

As a result, he lowered his head and saw his hands.

Scales and webs.

She was stunned for a while.

Look back at your legs.

A very long tail!

Only then did she realize that she had swum up.

She gasped in surprise, remembering seeing Jason on the edge of the pool, still calling her.

She turned around quickly, wanting to share the happiness.

Jason Jason, look!I got my tail back!I still have webbing!super cool!overtake--

Jason squatted down and hugged her.

Acid was all over her body, and the liquid sizzled and corroded his clothes.

Weier, who was hugged in a daze, found out about this situation and pushed him away in a panic.

"Jason, don't hug me, it will burn you... bleeding!"

Weier looked at the small piece of damaged skin on his shoulder in a panic, and didn't know where to put the sharp claws, so she could only rest on her chest uneasily.

Fortunately, the acid left on her skin was only a thin layer, at most it only burned a thin layer of his coat.

But Jason turned a deaf ear, he didn't even relax the intensity of the hug.

His panic broke out belatedly at the moment of lost and recovered.

"Don't leave me."