[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Jason vaguely heard a voice, a man and a woman arguing, the voice seemed to come from far away, echoing in the space where Jason was, turning into a hollow echo.

Speaking of which, why is he here?

Ah, by the way, he's investigating the kidnapping of children by "The Joker".He definitely recommends that Thomas get a working computer—not the old antique one in his study that takes 10 minutes to turn on.Jason still remembers filtering out several possible locations in the end, and he went to every one of them, but neither the clown nor the child was found, leaving only the last place, yes, it is now here.

Then the clown appeared, a woman, and she...

"Bruce?" Jason still remembered the heartbroken expression on the female clown's face. He didn't know how to feel about the situation of "the clown feels heartache", but he was scared out of his wits by the identity of this woman.

Martha Wayne.

Thomas Wayne's wife, Bruce Wayne's mother, also known as his grandmother.

Batman's wife is a fucking clown.

This broken world can't get better, take jujube pills.

"Oh, why does no matter which clown likes to hit me on the head?" The dizziness and vomiting reaction is completely consistent with the symptoms of concussion. Jason can only temporarily give up the idea of ​​moving his head, close his eyes and take a deep breath to control himself. Every Robin's introductory course, after all they can't really raid the underground black market and call a timeout, swallow a painkiller or do a full body check before continuing to break through.

Larger caste teaching is more straightforward, if you can't stand upright, lie down.It's better than letting the enemy see that you are powerless, standing up unsteadily and shouting: "I haven't lost yet! I can still fight!" This kind of thing only exists in novels and comics, the fact is that when you are still wobbling When you can't tell the difference between east, west, north and south, your enemy can already beat you into a sieve.Lay down obediently, maybe you can stab him while the other party is confirming his life and death.

Jason calmly analyzed the current situation. His hands and feet were bound and his gun was searched, but this was not a big problem.He can handle a concussion, and the quarrel in the distance sounds like Thomas and Martha. Well, it’s a problem in every family, and it’s not a big deal (as long as you don’t think about it identity is fine).

"Child! That's right, look for a child." Jason murmured in a low voice, summoning the blade of the great caste to cut off the shackles on his hands and feet, and carefully left the space along the wall in a half-kneeling position. Room.

Maybe his bad luck finally ran out, Jason found the shivering children huddled in a corner in the children's room of this dilapidated mansion.Just like what was said in the news, they were twins, a boy and a girl, and their mouths were taped. As soon as Jason came into their sight, the frightened children could only hum and go to the room. Rubbing deeper, hoping to hide from Jason by hiding himself in the dark.

"Hey, it's all right! Kid, kid! Look at me... Look, I'm not armed." Jason lowered his voice, and raised his hands so that the two children could see that he wasn't holding anything dangerous, "No Sharp things, I won't hurt you, okay?"

The children did not let go of their guard because of this, and still looked at him with fear and rejection. Jason couldn't find a way to blame them. Anyone who encountered this situation would not be able to let go of their guard easily, and although he could forcefully catch him Two kids run away, but the last thing you need in a hostage rescue mission is two hostages who refuse to cooperate, or even vehemently resist.

So Jason can only lower his body as much as possible to keep his sight at the same level as the children - this action is becoming more and more challenging, no wonder Batman needs a Robin, let the old man's body shape and wear a bat Pretending to lie down on the ground to coax a child...

Even if the kids in Gotham have rough nerves, they will be scared to cry and have nightmares at night, okay?

"Children, do you know Batman?" Jason said in a calm tone as if he was asking about the weather. After a while, the boy among the twins nodded slowly.

"Great! Then you know Batman is good and he punishes bad guys, right?"

This time it was the girl who responded. She first glanced at her brother secretly, and then nodded nervously after making eye contact.

"I'm here with Batman to get you out of here. As we speak, Batman is dealing with the Joker!" Jason used the inner layer of his clothes in slow motion to pull out a hidden Batarang, " See this shape? Batman's mark!"

The twins opened their eyes wide, as if they had finally found a life-saving straw. Just as Jason secretly heaved a sigh of relief and was about to rescue the hostages, the two children began to "woo, woo, woo" more, but this time it was from the excitement of being rescued .

"Shh! We have to be quiet, I'll cut the rope that binds you, and it will hurt a little when you tear off the tape, but you have to be brave, you can't make a sound, you know?"

The children nodded like crazy, and obediently let Jason do what he did from beginning to end. Only their slightly trembling bodies revealed their tense mental state at the moment.

When Jason confirmed that there were no other dangerous clown organs on the children and no serious trauma, he had the opportunity to look at the situation of the children's room, and the scene he saw was definitely enough to beat a bunch of horror movies.

The room is littered with hand-sewn dolls, extremely crudely crafted, but one can tell from the obvious features that these dolls belong to a family—dad in suit, mother with necklace, and son.What made Jason feel chills down his spine was that each doll was painted with a bright red smiley face, and the dolls representing his son "died" in various tragic ways everywhere.

"She told us to play house," the little girl said in a barely audible voice. "She's going to be mommy, and we're going to be... daddy or...or boy...boy."

As the little girl spoke, she began to sob intermittently. The boy seemed to be on the verge of collapse, but he still helped finish the ending of "Playing House" with a voice as thin as a mosquito gnat: "Then we will take turns...to kill the little girl in turn. boy……"

Jason takes a few seconds to sort out the plot of Masha's horror version of the play, let the twins take turns playing Bruce or Thomas, and then keep "killing" Bruce, which indicates that Masha's version is somehow The Joker believes Thomas was responsible for Bruce's death, and Jason suspects that if he had arrived later, only one of the twins might have survived.

One of them died in pain, and those who survived will continue to suffer from the guilt of the survivors in their future lives.

Jason shivered involuntarily, but quickly controlled his expression in front of the children, walked towards the window nailed with wooden slats, and made sure that the place where the wooden slats were nailed was not enough for the two children to climb over and then went straight to the window. The glass was broken and the children climbed out of the window.

"Run far away, don't try to call other adults back here, okay?" Jason lay on the other side of the window, and after repeatedly confirming that the two children nodded in agreement, he urged them to leave.

It wasn't until he was sure that the two children had run out of his sight that Jason got up by holding onto the wooden board nailed to the window. His head was still a little dizzy, but at least his purpose of coming here had been successfully achieved.

Walking towards the door, Jason lowered his head involuntarily, and looked at "Bruce"'s doll with a big hole in its chest, exposing the dirty cotton wool, in a miserable death.

"The clowns in every universe like to engage in psychological warfare, what kind of dark coincidence is this?" Jason cursed in a low voice, "And the rule that there must be a clown by Batman's side is too disgusting... The malice of the big universe is Are you going to make them fit together?"

***

Bruce pondered the information he had just received in the small room provided to them by the church.

According to Father Jay Todd, there are no heroes in this world to form an alliance to maintain peace and justice. The war between Atlantis and Amazon caused heavy losses to other countries on the earth, and they completely ignored the laws of war. All the time, they completely disregarded the safety of civilians, and none of the cities they regarded as battlefields were in ruins.

There is no Superman, so there is no more Bizarro as a clone of Superman, and Gotham has no playboy Bruce Wayne, only grumpy casino tycoon, Thomas Wayne.

There is no Flash here. Barry Allen has never been hit by lightning. He has been law-abiding all his life and entered the police station as a forensics officer after graduating from university.

But that doesn't make sense at all - why is he still here himself?

Strange gave an explanation for this, saying that because Artemis is the holder of the divine bow, he can not be affected by the distortion of this world because of the influence of various mysterious forces, and he himself is because of similar " The existence of the "anchor" keeps him here. If the "anchor" is gone, then "Bruce Wayne" will not exist.

The question is, who is this "anchor"?or something?

Bruce hates this kind of uncertainty, it prevents him from making a complete plan, he has to assume too many conditions, and the earth is likely to be destroyed in the war between the Amazons and Atlantis, he doesn't think he has time Come up with a truly foolproof battle plan.

A knock on the door brought Bruce back to his senses.

"Come in." He pinched the bridge of his nose, and met Strange's hesitant expression with a calm expression, "What?"

"Uh... I think you'd better come and see for yourself." Strange turned sideways to let Bruce out, and motioned him to go in the direction of the lobby with his eyes.

Father Todd squatted in front of the two small bodies wrapped in blankets, explaining with a wry smile on his face: "I really can't teleport, I'm a priest, but I'm also an ordinary human being, and I don't know how to do those powerful things. Trick."

"But you were still there just now!" The voice belonging to the child protested, "You rescued us! You must be able to teleport, otherwise how could you run ahead of us!"

"And changed clothes!" Another little girl's voice added, "You said you came with Batman, you must be able to do magic. You just conjured Batman's badge!"

Listening to the children's childish speech, Bruce felt that he had strung together clues.

His "anchor" is undoubtedly very similar to Father Todd, he knows Batman, and he can take out the "Batman badge (bat dart)"-his Jason.

The conversation between the priest and the children continued.

"Sorry, kids, but I think it's better to contact your parents first, okay? They must be very anxious if they can't find you. Do you know your father's or mother's mobile phone number?"

The priest took out his mobile phone, ready to contact the parents.

"I know!" Like the little boy who thinks his father is the most powerful in the world, he announced proudly, "My father is Judge Dante! The phone number is..."

Bruce didn't have the heart to continue listening.

Turning around and rushing back to the room, he opened his package and took out what Wakanda returned to him, and started dressing in a few brand new bat suits.Bruce still remembered that the newspaper said that Judge Dent's twins were kidnapped by clowns. If Jason rescued the children, why didn't he take the children to a safe place himself?He's definitely still on Joker's turf to deal with that psycho.

He would never let Jason face the Joker alone!

This is the responsibility of being a father!