Just say you lack output [Comprehensive Yingmei]

America, Gotham.

Batman, who finished his night patrol, became more gloomy than usual. He changed his uniform in the Batcave, and seemed to have completely forgotten the video conference between the Wayne Group and Stark Industries the next day, so he didn't mean to rest or fall asleep. Sitting slumped on the swivel chair in the control room, his expression was old and tired. After a while, Tim, who was hiding outside the control room, heard his very light, painful sigh.

"We met Jason during our night patrol. He killed half of the arms-smuggling gang, and finally got into a fight with Bruce."

Tim's complexion was also not very good. He subconsciously touched the bruise left by Jason on his neck, and said helplessly: "Jason seems to not know the news of the clown's death, and has been asking why Bruce didn't help him avenge him. After I dealt with the mess and notified the Gotham police, they were already fighting, and Bruce got punched twice and hurt a little bit."

And Tim himself was even worse. For the third-generation Robin who is better at reasoning, physical skills are not a strong point, let alone the violent hero Red Hood. Jason's face changed when he saw his uniform, murderous. He pinched his neck vigorously, if Bruce hadn't stopped him, he almost didn't let Tim die young and hate him on the spot.

For Jason, Tim's Robin uniform is extremely dazzling, reminding him almost all the time: You are replaced, you are insignificant to Batman, he does not avenge you, and even Silla Bing, only you are suffering the loss of him, not he!

All calmness and rationality were burnt out by the anger. His eyes were red, his expression was ruthless, his body was cold and stiff, and his chest was full of destructive desires caused by pain and despair, which made him want to kill the bat that replaced him. A guy in a special position next to Xia.

When he came back to his senses, Tim had already been pinched by his neck in pain, while Bruce was shocked and angry, more sadness and despair surged, leaving only a mark on Tim's body was already Jason. As a result of enough restraint, the magical power contained in the water of Lazarus Pool did help him regain his sanity, but it also made the already rebellious second-generation Robin's character even worse and extreme.

"...He wanted to take these few blows. In fact, since the master hung Robin's broken and blood-stained uniform in the Batcave with his own hands, I know that he has always regarded Master Jason's death as his own fault."

The old butler sighed heavily: "It seems that he hasn't explained to Master Jason yet, otherwise I should hold three cups of black tea and bake a small cake to celebrate Master Jason's return."

"He's going to get into a fight with Damian. It's rude to say that, but Jason looks like a rabid dog that has been abandoned by its owner. Anyone who comes close will bite, unless Bruce is willing to talk to him. Talk, otherwise he wants to fight everyone he sees."

Tim sighed with a headache, and found that he seemed to understand why Jason was targeting him, and then he took the black tea cup handed over by Alfred, held it in his hand, and said sincerely: "I'm sure he still loves him." Looking at Batman, at this time, I really hope that my father can learn a little about the art of straight ball from Mr. Superman."

Alfred agreed: "The Waynes need this."

Indeed, the big bats of the Wayne family are strong and silent, forbearing and restrained, while the little bats are also independent, proud and almost rebellious, completely different from Clark, Connor, Kara or Krypton. Even the bat dog Titu in the Wayne family Stuarts are extremely good at holding back their emotions, they're silent when they shouldn't be, and they say it in a very hurtful way.

Alfred touched the black teacup to confirm that it hadn't been cooled because of the one minute he had delayed, and then pushed open the mechanical door of the control room. Bruce's tall figure turned his back to him and Tim, without saying a word Gaze at the two bulletproof glass cabinets in the Batcave.

Alfred knew that, except for the moment when he lost his parents in the alley and was helpless, these two bulletproof glass cabinets contained the two most difficult separations in Bruce Wayne's life: the first was the clown's conspiracy , Batman lost his Robin, Bruce Wayne lost his adopted son, and Jason's bloodied shattered uniform remained in the Batcave after the explosion.

The second time was to kill the clown. In order to solve Batman's worries, his Saber Onikiri would rather fall into the underworld than disobey the order to kill the clown and Leopard. The only thing left in the hole was a saber he left behind.

"...I can't stop anything, Alfred."

Bruce's tired, bloodshot red eyes finally met Mr. Steward's gentle gaze, his deep and gorgeous cello-like voice was extremely dry, even completely different from Batman's hoarseness, but with a kind of broken voice As rough as stone rubbing: "Jason is like this, so is Onikiri, the same as before."

"It's not the same, master. At least Master Jason has returned to you, hasn't he? He is just like you, he just needs time."

Alfred's gentle eyes glanced at Bruce's tired and painful expression, he couldn't help but sighed in his heart, and then brought him a cup of hot black tea: "Moreover, Master Onikiri will return to your side sooner or later, So before that, please be considerate of your soon-to-be-retired servant, and eat and sleep on time. After all, the one who will take care of you after you get sick will definitely not be the docile and beautiful Fusangshen, but your old and poor old housekeeper. .”

The tired Master Wayne said hoarsely: "I hope so."

He took a deep look at Tachi Onikiki in the horizontal glass cabinet, and drank the black tea in the cup without saying a word, but both Alfred and his master knew that the chance of this was extremely slim.

A few months ago, the moment Onikiri disappeared, Bruce felt that he temporarily handed over the night watch to Tim and Dick, and hurried to the watchtower to inform Zatanna to come for a test.

"I'm sorry, but Batman, it is true that no life information belonging to gods or ghosts can be detected in this sword."

Zatanna put away her magic, and regretfully returned the Taidao to the alliance consultant with a serious look, and said tentatively: "Can you tell me the specific situation? There may be many ways for Fu Sangshen to leave the body. If you know what happened to him What, maybe I can help a little bit."

Bruce was silent for a second, his Adam's apple wrapped in the uniform rolled twice, and slowly said: "I... had a nightmare, Onikiri saw it, so I thought that all threats must be eradicated, he killed the clown, but I used to He gave an order not to kill anyone, so..."

Zatanna had already guessed the follow-up, she rubbed the center of her eyebrows regretfully, and confirmed: "Defying the Lord's order, he fell secretly."

Bruce's pale lips formed a sharp arc.

"I told you long ago that Toujian Fusangshen only sees killing and the master in his eyes. They are the most perfect companions that can be conceived in the limits of human imagination. They possess all the qualities of fantasy, beauty, strength, loyalty, and gentleness. .”

Zatanna took a deep look at him, and said meaningfully: "Swords are born to kill, Batman, Fusangshen's master control will make him dedicate his loyalty to you, which is almost lost in himself. As long as you are safe, he is a gentle and loyal dog who can suppress his killing instinct and be your housekeeper, children, and even your lover, but only with your safety can he break all the rules and risk his life for it.”

Bruce seemed to feel someone punched him in the face, and it seemed that a soft hand held his heart, making his nose sore, his chest swollen, and a warm current flowed through his limbs. But it brought him even colder despair, because he knew that what Zatanna said was not an unrealistic fantasy, but the most passionate and unreserved love that Onikiri had ever enjoyed. The Saber has even given everything for it.

Bruce seemed to have thought of something, and confirmed word by word with difficulty: "Most dark falls cannot be reversed, but Onikiri told me that he will fall into a deep sleep in the form of his body, thus completely maintaining the unfinished state of dark fall, Maybe in a few years, this situation will improve, Zatanna, is it possible for this to happen."

Although it was a question, he used an affirmative tone.

He didn't look quite right, but even Zatanna, who was watching, couldn't help but be moved by the ghost, let alone Batman who was in it and was sacrificed by Fusangshen. She said softly: "Dark Fall Irreversible, and can't be stopped, I'm sorry, he lied to you, the consequence of the dark fall is the desire to kill the master, Onikiri... how to decide?"

Batman straightened his back and said nothing. Zatanna wasn't sure how he would react, but in fact he just stood there. The half of his face exposed under the mask was more handsome and pale. He didn't move, looking out Tower could only hear his heavy breathing.

After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Onikiri wanted to break the knife himself, but I stopped it... Dark Fall and Lord Killer are not important, Superman and I have a way to stop this, as long as he is still alive , Zatanna, can you use Onikiri's body to perceive his state?"

"Sorry, but I have read similar information, and I can speculate a little about the situation, which may be helpful to you."

Such a Batman looks a bit scary, Zatanna changed his posture uncomfortably, and added: "He may temporarily leave you and the main body to suppress his negative emotions. After all, Fu Sangshen's nature is still in charge , as long as his obsession with you is deep enough, he may be able to suppress the influence of the dark fall and return to you in a few years. If he can't suppress it, he will definitely end himself before he thinks he is out of control... This is Pay the mourning god."

Bruce's fingertips slowly rubbed against the blade of the Taidao.

Yes, this is Fu Sangshen.