When Chaoying meets Little Siren

The clown sighed in disappointment.

"It's not the way I expected it to go, she broke my rules and I'm sad."

Ye Yi briefly gave the clown his gaze for about a second, he thought for a while, and touched his belt.

Nothing came out.

Batman took out a roll of cloth tape from his universal belt with a tacit understanding.

The stickiness is super strong and waterproof, the kind you use to temporarily stick leaky bathroom doors broken by rambunctious boys.

Nightwing simply tore off a section, cut it off with a dart, and stuck it on the clown's mouth.

The world is quiet.

"He hurt you."

Ye Yi watched Jason pick up the little girl from a distance, watched the long fish tail dripping acid dripping wetly from Jason's arm, and said suddenly.

Batman glanced at him, tucked the tape into his belt, and wrapped himself in the cape again: "No."

Both of them knew that Yewing wasn't talking about the gunshot wound to his shoulder.

"You have." Ye Yi said, his tone quite firm.

Batman glanced at him sullenly, but said nothing.

Nightwing shrugged.

This is why I was angered by Bruce to go to Bludhaven... at least a huge part of the reason.

This dark bat is extremely inexpressive. As the Brucey baby on the public face, his sweet words can be thrown away without money, but saying "I miss you" in private seems to kill him, sticking to that point Unnecessary restraint was brought into the coffin.

Nightwing remembered the day he rushed back from Bludhaven and saw Bruce in his uniform at the Wayne family cemetery—even then he remembered grooming himself differently from the caped fighter—with a Shovel, shovel by shovel to dig out the rectangular grave.

The night thickly enveloped the cemetery, and Ye Yi stood there, he didn't dare to go, and couldn't bear to go, just watched the dark tree shadow swallow up the tall figure little by little.

Ye Yi knew that Bruce still took Jason's death on his shoulders.

During the period after Jason's death, this seemingly invincible dark knight routinely patrolled the night, was invited to dances and dinners during the day as usual, but at every moment, in every place where the sun and moonlight could not shine, hid It collapsed for more than two months.

It was Nightwing who allowed himself to take root in Wayne Mansion despite Bruce's subconscious rejection during that time, and the arrival of the new Robin bird that pulled him out of the abyss.

He knew how bad Bruce had been during that time.

And after Jason contacted him for the first time, Yeyi kept contact with Jason for so long without telling him, this cooperation is really the first time they met after Jason died, in this scene, Bruce still Can calmly arrange, let Jason be the target as the bait, and then stand in front of the clown to protect the clown, and even block a gun for the clown.

If he was Jason... God really, if he were Jason, he'd really think Bruce was a jerk.

Undoubtedly, certainty, absolute, unforgivable sin.

But Batman is the last valve of their family. Even if he is washed away by the flood and bruised all over his body, he must stick to it.

Nightwing knew.

As for the valve that stood silently, Batman stood quietly beside Ye Yi, his shoulder was bleeding, and he didn't want to move.

It still hurts, but it doesn't matter, he has suffered a lot of gunshot wounds, even in the extreme anger just now, Jason didn't hit his vitals, and even deliberately avoided his bones, stuck in his muscles The bullets at most leave a gunshot scar on the skin.

His eyes just cast to the acid pool, the black-haired boy... he should be called a man.

He will never know what kind of purgatory and struggles his magical boy, his second-generation Robin, went through in a place he could not see, before he was forged by mountains of knives and seas of fire into such a monster composed of anger and fear. body.

He stepped forward.

Nightwing precisely grabbed his arm through the cloak and successfully stopped his footsteps.

Batman looks over.

You guys have a good talk, don't mention that little girl's tail.

Nightwing mouthed him a warning.

Batman paused, then nodded reluctantly at him.

That apparent hesitation choked Nightwing.

Does this person really intend to find out what kind of species this little girl is at this time? !

Is that important!Is it important to have Jason who has come back from the dead!Is it important to have that little girl alive!

...at least not yet!

Nightwing screamed silently.

Nightwing chose to retire.

Can't take it, really can't take it.

Jason over there finally picked up the little girl and fished her out of the pool. Her tail was almost five feet long, and even the posture of being held by a princess made the small fan on the tip of her tail a little bit away. Just drag it on the ground.

Her upper body is naked, her small breasts are covered with scales, and along the curvature of her ribs, the color of the downward scales gradually becomes lighter.

Although the scale armor evolved to protect the heart avoids a little unnecessary embarrassment, but it is still a bit uncomfortable for a little girl whose clothes have been dissolved by acid to have no clothing other than a scale armor...comfortable.

Jason only had a short jacket, which was corroded and full of holes, obviously not suitable for use.

And Tim's cloak he hasn't seen since he was caught here.

Not to mention Nightwing, whose uniform is tight.

Now the only one with extra fabric on her body...

Batman came quietly behind Jason.

God knows why he, a man over two hundred pounds, walks as lightly as a ghost.

Batman took off his cape, and covered the little girl tightly with a black cape.

The little girl looked at him curiously. At first, his pale goggles and his silent way of moving frightened Val a little bit, but his movements were weird and gentle, and her administrator didn't stop him, so she gradually Relax, obediently follow the movement and raise your arms, while staring thoughtfully at his lips and chin.

... a little familiar.

Batman's cape is coated against liquid corrosion, so acid can't do anything to it.

Bat was a stranger and couldn't do much more, so Jason took over, wrapping her wet head in the cape too.

The little girl was obediently wrapped in the cloth wrapped in the knife like a knife, and she sniffed it sideways, and there was sweet blood and gunpowder smoke on the cloak.

The only fly in the ointment is that her ear fins are too sharp, poking two holes in the cloak.

"Have you calmed down yet?"

The bat stood aside and spoke lightly.

This was said lightly, so the touch of emotion brought by the cloak disappeared immediately.

But Jason did calm down.

"I stand by my ideas."

He spoke firmly, but most of his anger had already subsided.

In any case, holding such a big person in his arms, and facing Batman face to face, it is a bit awkward no matter how you look at it.

Say let it go, put this little girl wrapped up like a silkworm baby on the ground, if she can't keep her balance, just roll on the spot, it's too cruel, and it doesn't fit the honor that a lucky person who has passed through the gate of hell should be. level treatment.

...not to mention, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing to hug him after laning.

Jason, who will always be our Jason who has gone through thousands of sails, huge waves, and hardships, picks up his lines firmly in this weird atmosphere: "Leaving him is a disaster, and Val is an accident this time, but Next time? Next time? Wait until he kills one by one, and you have to wait until he kills an eight-year-old boy before you attack him?"

The air drops to freezing point.

"Jason." Ye Yi couldn't help but speak.

Red Robin quietly planned to arrange for the clown, and the rest is not something he should be involved in.

His hands were still trembling slightly, and he squeezed his fist hard, but he couldn't stop it, and he didn't care, he dragged the clown's shoulders and walked away.

Before leaving, he glanced at the ignorant little girl.

Another glance.

Those vivid green eyes rolled with vigor.

She's still alive, and that's fine.

"...Jason, killing the clown won't solve anything."

Batman wrapped in a cape is like a silkworm chrysalis, and no matter how hard you try, you can't knock any words into that shell and expect a response.As time goes by, you will even forget that what is wrapped inside is a flesh and blood, still warm human body.

Rather than protecting it from corrosion and serving as a hang glider, the cloak was more of a different kind of armor, used to hide scars, breakage, and his precariously toppled body.

And Batman without his cape looks thinner and more easily shaken.

just look.

Just an illusion.

Jason looked at Batman's clenched fist and thought.

"He could have been killed by anyone, a bullet, a steel bar, or any fucking allergen."

Batman swears calmly.

"But not you."

"It's easy to cross the line, it's so easy, I don't think about it all the time—"

He took a deep breath.

He thinks of many people.

He thought of Alden Darrow, the gardener who was gutted out by the clown with garden shears in Hesla Manor; The smiling nurse Jennifer Carlyle; he thought of the prison guard Francis Lamb who was seduced by the clown through a small window, returned home the next day, killed his wife and son, and finally put a gun in his mouth, and ended himself; he thought of the waiter in the West End Manuel Darrow and Aneurin Fillmore, school worker Harold Graves, rugby forward Cyrus Dewar who lost his legs...

He thought of every name on the list locked in the deepest part of the safe by a twelve-digit combination.

He thought of walking out of the burning warehouse with the child whose bones were broken and whose body was limp and bleeding; he thought of the girl lying on the white hospital bed who said "I can't feel my legs anymore" God's eyes.

…But in the end, he remembered Gotham, and he remembered that Gotham still needed Batman.

"...but I can't, I can't, Jason."

His voice suppressed countless pain and anger, questioning and screaming, crying and destruction.

That innocent dead soul stretched out its dry and chapped claws from hell, and the sharp claws pierced his ankles and pulled him towards hell, piercing his old wound with pain like an arrow, stirring up the blood that was still bleeding inside. live meat.

"...you kill the clown, then what?"

—I kill the clown, then what?

"Gotham won't just have one Joker."

—Will there be only one Joker in Gotham?

"After you kill one clown, you will kill countless clowns. What's next? Two-faced? Harley Quinn? Poison Ivy?"

——Should I stop, or continue?Can I stop myself?Would I rather put myself in jail than kill every single hideous criminal I've been with?

"The reason why a vigilante is a vigilante is because he walks in the gray area between the law and the illegal. We have no rights and should not have any rights."

——I have the ability, and I have given myself the right to kill, I...

He closed his eyes, his voice paused, and he pressed the never-ending scream into the depths of his consciousness again.

Then he said.

"...Jason, I never cared what would become of him, whether he was dead or alive, I only worried about you—"

Batman's "you" stuck in his throat.

Because out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little girl in Jason's arms showing a sudden realization.

That whole face lighting up like seeing a pearl in the sand is hard to ignore.

The little girl who had been trying to catch that ray of familiarity like a cat chasing its tail, finally remembered who owned this familiar chin.

Seeing Batman staring at her, Val licked his lips and said with a little excitement: "You are, the person with gentle eyes, at home, next to Jason in that photo!"

Home, photos, were the words Jason taught her.

...used to sell himself off guard.

home, photo.

There is still a group photo of them at Jason's home.

Batman's eyes became complicated.

Both moving and sad.

Too bad that's completely hidden behind pale goggles.

The only thing that can be seen is a small piece of skin exposed by the mask, which has softened from the awkward tension of forcing oneself to dissect the emotion.

Jason:  …

I, I am not!I don't!I burned! ! ! !I'm already burned! ! ! !It burned that day! ! ! !All the ashes were blown away! ! ! !

Jason screamed inwardly.

If Jason was a month ago, he could have said this without changing his expression or even sneering.

But listening to the gloomy mentor in front of him trying his best and showing his rare true feelings, he couldn't say a single serious word.

...you can only turn your head away silently.

In the warm or embarrassing atmosphere between the two, only Ye Yi looked relieved that my family had grown up with a father.

...It seems that Alfred can be informed to prepare two more sets of utensils today.

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The author has something to say:

The atmosphere is suddenly joyous, it was originally a sweet text www

The best little Sirenville in the game!

Regarding the doubts of everyone in the comment area, I can only say that the clown will die.

But not now.