Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

The latter part was not what Jason thought of himself.

It was Laura who had talked to him.

No one knows better than Jason how innocent and cold Laura's character is.

She is far more fond of lies than she is fond of beautiful skirts. In many cases, she does not deceive people for a certain purpose at all.

She just lied to people, thinking it was fun.

But she said a lot of things very pertinently.

"He trained me, taught me, made me his assistant, even if I disobeyed orders, he never gave up on me." Jason added, "I used to take it for granted. But it's not a matter of course."

"I used to have nothing, and he... gave me everything. Almost everything."

"He did things for me that even my biological parents couldn't do. I think it's because of this that I have an illusion: sometimes, I think he is my father."

He longs so desperately for a family, for Batman's approval.

He was ashamed to say that, for a long time, he too had longed for Dick's acceptance, though those longings were dashed when Dick came up overnight to warn him "you'll never take my place," Instead, there is an ambitious desire to challenge and a sense of vigilance.

But he still sees Dick as a role model, a goal... partly, perhaps, a brother.

"But he's not," Jason said, "and that's not my home either. It's a pity, isn't it? I'm in a vision that's never been real, and they're as beautiful and false as the foam on the surface of water. I didn't figure it out until after I died."

From start to finish he was asking too much.

Barbara covered her face, but tears streamed down her cheeks and between her fingers.

"You don't need to help me hide my identity anymore, Barbara." Jason smiled, "Things will eventually develop to that point, we all know."

There was bound to be a fight between the Red Hood and Batman.

Maybe it's a life-and-death struggle.

Of course Batman wouldn't kill the Red Hood, he wouldn't even kill the Joker, the crime the Red Hood committed was far worse than the Joker.

But torture is inevitable.

torment.Jason couldn't help but shuddered at the word and the experience it represented, and the fear of falling into an ice cave occupied his bones within a few breaths.

Those joints that had been shattered were painful as if they were being scorched by a raging fire. However, after burning to the extreme, the pain would turn from burning pain to needle-like cold pain. He felt that every bone in his body that had been broken and cracked The places where he passed were hollow, and some extremely fine bone powder wiped his nerves and skin from the inside out like sandpaper.

Jason wondered if he was shaking.

In the hours before his death...he didn't know how many hours passed, the clown's torture was brutal and unskilled, and what this notorious psychopath was best at was not his own. Torture, but spiritual devastation.

With his passion for destroying a person's soul, Batman is the first choice on the list, and Robin is just a cute hors d'oeuvres.

Even Robin, who was tortured to death by himself, wasn't the dessert he wanted the most... Amid the clown's confused laughter and confused narration, Jason could still hear his dissatisfaction with his pickiness, and his dissatisfaction with Jason. The mockery of falling into his trap so easily, and the burning desire for the first Robin.

...even at times like this, even in the eyes of the Joker, Dick is the best.

But Jason Todd was the Robin who was caught and tortured to death by the Joker.

what.

Laura said: "Perhaps the second-generation Robin finally won Dick once with this matter. It's not certain."

She was lying on the bed wearing only white lace underwear, while playing with her mobile phone, she gave such comments in her sweet and indifferent voice. She didn't care about the insane "Second Generation Luo" under her legs Bin" might feel.

She has a kind of gentleness and bitterness that is rare in most people.

—Don't think about it, Jason, he said to himself, it's not like a man to think about losing before you start beating.

What is Laura doing now?

Jason has been avoiding thinking about what happened before he fully recovered, it's one thing to be ashamed and embarrassed, it's one thing to drive him crazy with what Lola sometimes does to him, but it's more... more What is...

Lola doesn't like "Jason Todd".

What she likes is the fool who was picked up by her and can't live without her.

It's like she likes Artemis so she can ignore Artemis' plans for her, just like she likes Bruce so she can ignore Batman.

She likes "her boy" and can ignore "Jason Todd" completely, even though she recognizes him when he's cleaned up, and she can pretend not to know his identity.

Jason wanted to say something more, to comfort Barbara who was out of breath from crying.

Say "you don't have to be so sad, I really want to open"?

But that might not be what Barbara wants to hear the most.

"...I wouldn't do anything to Red Robin," he said before leaving. "He's innocent. I know that."

He still hated that replacement.

But he was just a substitute for Dick.

Besides, the brat shed a few fake crocodile tears for dead Jason Todd.

He reluctantly took it.

Jason could still feel the phantom pain in his bones that he had forced to ignore when he opened the window to leave Barbara's safe house. He got on the motorcycle, turned the key, and turned on the ignition.

Before he really left, he hesitated for a moment, quickly squeezed out a candy from his pocket, and held it on the back of his tongue.

It's too sweet, it's a little greasy.But this sweetness calmed Jason's tense nerves and aching body very well.

He didn't think about it anymore, but put his hands on the handlebars of the motorcycle, bent down, and made his upper body nearly parallel to the ground.

This safe house cannot come again, and the forces and small strongholds near this street must also be cleaned and sorted out once. In fact, he shouldn't even come here for the second time. There are not many times that Barbara can hide Batman. A second visit would risk revealing his whereabouts and, most importantly, his identity.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

He had no intention of concealing who he was, and he had been avoiding Batman since he first came to Gotham because he hadn't been able to gain a firm foothold in this cruel city.

The motorcycle turned sharply at the corner of the alley, and the ear-piercing sound of friction alarmed a few homeless people hiding in the dark.

They watched Jason's back vigilantly. It must not be long before the news of the Red Hood's presence here will spread throughout Gotham.

However, at this moment, Jason suddenly had another idea.

——Is Laura paying attention to him?

——Has she set aside a little time for him in her playful time?

A vengeful man should have no soft thoughts.He shouldn't even have much emotion other than hatred.

A vengeful man needs to transform himself into a monster.

He was supposed to be a monster.If he hadn't been picked up by Laura, if he hadn't been carefully wiped, put together carefully, and fed carefully, if he didn't have those attentive eyes and soft hands... he should have turned into a monster, but how could he not die after the pain , Use all your strength to grab that warmth?

Jason lowered his upper body lower, as low as a boy who had been hit hard in the abdomen, curled up because of the unbearable pain, desperately trying to protect his soft abdominal cavity.

New York City, Manhattan, in the sewers.

Laura looked at the room assigned to her to rest.

Rough and simple, with almost no furniture, let alone decorative knick-knacks.

For Lola, who always likes to decorate her room and body with exquisite and beautiful gadgets, this room is completely out of her aesthetic.

But that's what the conditions are here after all.

Even this room originally belonged to Rose—she graciously gave it to Laura.

She turned her head and glanced at Xiao Chong, then at Xiao Hong. Their room was also simple, and much smaller than Laura's room. Laura still had some tables and chairs here, and the bed looked similar. The two of them The room is completely a wooden bed... nothing more than an empty space.

Peter looked a little shocked, but Tim was fine. He calmly checked the room for surveillance equipment (unnecessary in Lola's view), then sat on the bed and started texting Peter.

Use their communicator instead of cell phone.They didn't bring their phones either.

...hadn't tried to communicate with her, Laura thought a little unhappy, but she quickly forgave them magnanimously.

Laura still knows how unreliable she is.

If you always let yourself go and ignore your teammates, you have to suffer the consequences of not playing with you when they discuss things.

The bed was only covered with a layer of cushions, not even Simmons. Laura sat on the bed, and then stared blankly for a while.

The dizziness that made her almost fall in the sewer returned.

This dizziness was very familiar, too familiar, too familiar, but no matter how she recalled it, she couldn't recall where this familiarity came from.

She lay down in mid-air irritably and turned over, but after turning over, she suddenly sat up in mid-air, and quickly opened her game panel.

really.

This dizziness is exactly what she experienced when she first entered the game.

A few lines of small characters appeared on the game panel.

[You have obtained the qualification to quit the game. 】

[Do you want to quit the game? 】

【whether】

... Where did this qualification come from?what did she do

Laura quickly filtered through her mind everything she had done, from the unlucky ones she killed when she was just born, to the time she picked up Jason... She briefly focused on Gotham, and soon Quickly caught Jason's breathing and heartbeat from countless noises.

He sounds in pain.

But no one hit him or talked to him, and he was alone in the house, which was probably some sort of safe house of his own.

She heard the sound of his teeth hitting hard candies as he shook.

His mood gradually stabilized.

Before Laura could decide whether to listen for a while or not, another voice attracted her attention.

Strictly speaking, what attracted Laura's attention was not the sound, but the feeling.

A kind of... spiritual resonance.A strange resonance.

It feels like there must be something to do with the changes to the game board.

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