[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Jason remembered what Daquela had talked to him about revenge.

He thanked the big caste for his training, and Dakla's argument that "anger is part of you" gave Jason a rare peace.He still feels angry, but he no longer focuses on suppressing his anger or venting it aimlessly, but on finding the origin of this anger. Many times in the process of searching, Jason will find that his anger is completely wrong. Necessary, even for naive and ridiculous reasons.For example, he designed Bruce's new Robin (Red Robin), as well as Xiaohong, Dick and even Damian during the container robbery.

Jason loves his family, so he gets angry; Jason loves his family, so he doesn't get mad at them.This is a wonderful cycle, even he himself sometimes can't understand why people's emotions are so complicated.

But on whether revenge can bring peace, Jason and Daquela have never been able to reach an agreement.Jason thought he'd find the answer when he confronted the Joker, his killer.

So he uses the name of the Red Hood, while attracting nameless activities in Gotham, and at the same time attracting the clown.He believed that when the clown heard that someone was using his old title, he would join in the fun and cause some havoc, but when he watched the pale maniac babble about his brutality against Jason as an achievement When showing off, Jason didn't feel the emotions he imagined: anger, killing intent...he only felt cold and pain.

Batman grabs the Joker by the neck and lifts him up, and the laughter stops and becomes the hiss of the Joker struggling to catch his breath.

"You have no right to mention him!" Batman then threw the clown to the ground, the impact kicked up a cloud of dust, and the clown was able to raise his head and grin at Batman after being attacked by Batman. Zhang bright red mouth chuckled.

"Oh, haven't you been exercising lately, Batboy?" The clown even used a sincere and caring tone, "Hey, I think I used all my strength to swing the stick. I really think I have a talent for golf ..."

"Enough!" Batman lifted the Joker by the collar of his Arkham prison uniform, just in time for the Joker to look over Batman's shoulder to the Red Hood who was still standing on the railing on the second floor.

"Why don't you guys come down and play together? A party is only interesting if there are many people, hahahaha!" The clown's side face was punched by Batman, and a bloody tooth spewed out, but he still smiled intermittently, Let Batman pin him down on his knees and tie him up.

Jason clenched his fists and took two deep breaths, jumped down from the guardrail, walked up to the Joker under Batman's gaze, and met his gaze.

"Hood..." Batman was about to speak, but was interrupted by the raised hand of Red Hood.

"I have some questions to ask him, it won't be too long." Red Hood simply squatted down and looked at the clown, "And only he can answer."

The Joker's eyes widened, and the expression of excitement looked even weirder on his face swollen from Batman's fists: "Ask, ask, you want my Arkham cell number so you can hang out with me Neighbor? Or do you want to give me a present on my birthday? Hahahaha!"

Batman took a step forward threateningly beside the clown, and the clown raised his eyebrows and showed an expression of "Aha, that's it": "Little bat, so you found a new bird for yourself! I'll tell you The new one is not fun, this one is a bit bigger, but it doesn’t matter, Uncle J is not the kind of superficial person who only looks at the appearance, what’s more important is the inside! Do you understand? Inside! Hahahaha!”

As the Joker spoke, he stared at Red Hood's belly. Batman quickly realized that this was a pun implying that he would disembowel Red Hood. Laughed twice.

"So, you want to see my... inside," Red Hood poked his stomach with his thumb, "like you did to the second Robin? That must be your moment of glory, kill Lost Batman's robin."

"Ah, you can't even imagine the sense of accomplishment. When that silly bird appeared in front of my eyes, it was like a gift from the sky! Even God knows how close my dear Batboy is. There is a destiny, and we are inseparable wherever we go, how can I waste this opportunity?" The clown winked at Batman coyly, "Look, is there a joke between us now that only we understand? La!"

"That's it." Red Hood nodded, neither Batman nor the Joker could see his expression, and from his tone, it was impossible to tell how Red Hood felt about such an answer.

"Thank you for your answer. Actually, I also have a late answer to give you, Joker." When Red Hood said this, the Joker obviously didn't know what the answer he was referring to.

"Have we met before?" The clown pursed his lips and made an expression trying to remember, "Did we make an appointment to blow up the school together? I always wanted to blow up the school."

"Let me give you a hint: 'Which one hurts more? The forehand...'" The clown's expression changed from bewildered to surprised as Red Hood prompted, "'Or the backhand?' Remember?"

"This is impossible." The clown finally lost his smile and gradually turned into anger, "This is impossible!"

"It's not 'possible', but I'm actually here." Red Hood continued, "Actually, the important thing is not the forehand or the backhand, but the position of your strike."

"You ruined the joke!" The clown was struggling on the ground excitedly, as if he wanted to jump up and tear off the red hood, revealing the true face behind the hood, "A joke without a joke is incomplete!"

The red hood's body suddenly touched the clown's forehead, and Batman gave the red hood a warning, but the clown turned a deaf ear.The clown first looked at the red hood in front of him, then turned his eyes to look at the weapon that could take his life at any time.As if he had figured out a difficult puzzle, the smile returned to the clown's face:

"Oh! Do you want to avenge yourself, little bird?" The clown eagerly pressed his forehead to the muzzle of the gun, "Yes, yes! That's it, I killed you, you climbed back from hell and killed me! Look, Little Bat just can’t figure out such a simple truth, let us help him figure it out, good boy, you’ve learned Uncle J’s course very well!”

"Hood." Batman suppressed the Joker while watching the movement of the Red Hood.

"Here's the thing, clown. A wise teacher once told me that bringing death to someone is as close as giving life to someone." Red Hood tilted his head, relaxed as if he wasn't doing it again. The dirty and broken warehouse threatened someone's life with a weapon, but in the warm and comfortable library, he shared his reading experience with a good book, "Parents give their children life, and this child has become a part of their parents' lives since then. , the doctor revived the patient on the operating table, and this patient has since become an indelible part of his life. When you kill someone, take away his breath and heartbeat, he will also leave it on you A mark. Even if it’s just an image without a name and no face, like a soldier who kills the enemy on the battlefield in exchange for a medal. And these marks eventually become the credentials that define our lives.”

The red hood pressed against the clown's gun and did not move, but his other hand did not know when he had drawn out a second weapon, pointed it at the clown's stomach and pulled the trigger, the clown wailed like a boiled shrimp Curving his body tightly, Batman yelled the code name of the red hood. There was no anger or brain rage in his voice, but more like heartbreak and pain.

The clown's limp corpse did not appear as expected, and the red hood moved the gun that was originally pointed at the clown's forehead to his spine.

"I don't mind wearing a mark or two in this life, but you will never be one of them." The energy from the gun shot directly hit the clown's spine, "This is for Director Gordon's daughter."

Red Hood checked his weapon slowly, and carefully wiped the muzzle of the gun before putting it back into the holster, as if it had been stained with something dirty just now.

"I'm done." Red Hood nodded slightly to Batman, turned and stepped away from the limp Joker, "Gentle reminder, 'Uncle J', I'm no one's joke. Think about it in your wheelchair , This is the lesson that the Red Hood taught you, remember to review it when you go back."

With the hissing of the hook gun, the red hood jumped out of the window on the second floor, leaving only the clown and Batman lying on the ground and humming in the empty warehouse.

The Dark Knight tugged at the Joker's seaweed hair, forcing him to lift his head from the ground.The clown's mouth was dripping with saliva and stomach acid, and his eyes kept rolling back, as if he was on the verge of losing consciousness.

"Remember what the hood said." Batman vaguely heard the GCPD's siren, "I will take the test randomly."

When Director Gordon rushed in with Arkham's men, what he saw was a clown suspected of being paralyzed.Gordon watched blankly as the medical staff put the clown on a stretcher and connected various instruments to monitor his vital signs. His job prevented him from publicly stating his position, but when he saw the clown was completely useless. When Li's legs were being played by the emergency personnel, he really felt the joy of justice being served for a moment.

***

Batman found Jason huddled in the back seat of the Batmobile, rocking back and forth with his hands on his knees.The hood was thrown by his feet, and it seemed that Jason took off the hood very rudely, causing his hair to curl up and down.He stepped into the back seat carefully, pushed down the hood, and hugged Jason towards him, ignoring the weak struggle of the other side who was reluctant in the process.

Resting his chin on the top of Jason's head, Bruce could feel his kid shaking, and the realization made him wish he could go back and slap the clown twice more, but it was more out of pride.Bruce has seen many good people ruin their lives by killing people. They don't necessarily do it on purpose, and some people even kill criminals in agitation to defend themselves.But the respect for life disappears when you realize how easy it is to take a life.

Bruce had always known that Jason wasn't as firm on that line as Dick, and certainly not as firm as himself.Bruce knew it the day Gazonas, who killed a thousand knives, fell from the building.At the same time, the vigilante's work is doomed that one day they will encounter the real situation that if they don't kill the enemy, their family and companions will die-Jason will kill without hesitation.

Jason himself admitted as much.This realization made Bruce feel both proud and heartbroken.

Proud that his children did not let vengeance blind them.His Jason shouldn't let the death of someone like the Joker tarnish that heart of gold, the heart that always wanted to protect others and serve justice. (If Bruce remembers correctly, Barbara had a vague aversion to Jason in the past, as did Dick's other friends.)

It hurts because his child still takes himself so lightly.His Jason is not the kind of consumable that can be sacrificed casually. One day Bruce will let Jason put away this heart of "it doesn't matter if my hands are dirty". Jason has never "cares". .

Patting Jason's upper arm lightly at the frequency of his shaking, Bruce murmured comforting words over Jason's head.

"Shh...it's okay, Jason. Shhh...you did a good job, I'm really proud of you." Bruce didn't know how many times he repeated it before Jason's trembling stopped, but he still didn't want to shake his head. Lift up from between your knees.Bruce didn't force him, just continued to pat Jason lightly and regularly.

"I'm fine." Jason said with a thick nasal voice.

"Are you sure? I can make Alfred autopilot from the Batcave..."

"No, no need." Jason shook his head violently, "Uh, can you go to my safe house first? I... I want to pick up some things. Or you can drive me there, and I'll pack it up later If we go back, there will be more people on the road later.”

"No problem." Bruce let go of Jason and returned to the driver's seat. He quickly arrived at Jason's safe house in Gotham, but he didn't mean to go back to the mansion alone, but followed Jason all the way from the roof of the next building Jump onto the balcony of the safe house.

The unmanned Batmobile returns to the Batcave through the night.

Jason no longer had the strength to argue with Bruce that he didn't need a nanny to watch him, he wouldn't kill himself or do anything crazier.His safehouse is the same as it was when he left last night, except for Tim's laptop.The exclusive Red Bird hacker's nook is stacked with energy drink cans, and there's a rack of snacks for Jason in front of his computer in case Tim forgets to eat his hypoglycemic snacks.

Bruce took off the cloak of the bat suit and put it on the back of the sofa chair, and helped Jason clean up the snack packages and empty jars made by Tim.Compared to Bruce, who was clumsy and didn't know what to do except hold the trash can and follow Jason's ass, Jason simply threw the large garbage into the trash can, the biscuit crumbs and other messy things on the table Sweep it all over the floor, get the vacuum cleaner out of the pantry and start cleaning.

"Move, don't get in the way!" Bruce took a step aside under Jason's scolding, judged that the trash can in his hand had completed its task, and carefully put it back in place.

"There is a bathroom in my room, go take a shower and don't make a mess here." Jason hit Bruce's heel with the vacuum cleaner to drive people away, "Just take my clothes... Take them in order and don't smoke them from the middle. "

Bruce, who originally wanted to ask for help, received a stare from Jason that was as high as 87% similar to Al Fu.Interpreted in Ah Fu's language, this stare means: "Old/young master, you can leave here smoothly."

Bruce found Jason's room gloomily (the one that didn't use socks and dirty clothes as carpets), picked out the top T-shirt and boxer shorts from the neat display wardrobe, and made a gesture on his body , Looked at the size label again—reported to Ah Fu when he got back, and had to prepare new clothes for Jason's room in the mansion.

The bathroom was also carefully inspected by Bruce, from the smell of the shampoo brand to the softness of the towels.All these materials will be returned to the mansion and handed over to Ah Fu.After taking a shower, Bruce heard the sound of the vacuum cleaner outside the room continued, so he decided to stay in Jason's room for a while, and collect some important information by the way. For example, this sparkling water is the same brand that Damian specified. Woolen cloth!

But I didn't expect Jason to drink sparkling mineral water so fiercely, there are so many empty bottles under the bed, it's not Jason!

Bending down and taking out at least three empty sparkling water bottles from under the bed, Bruce hesitated for a moment, then decided to take down the bedside table lamp and take a closer look.There's a tree lying under Jason's bed, facing a tablet with headphones over his ears.

Bruce got up from the ground in silence, and found Jason who had moved to the kitchen to vacuum.

"Jason, you have a bunch of these bubble pitchers under your bed, and a tree reading "The Notebook." Bruce couldn't believe that he could say such surreal things so calmly, and he did. Several supernatural rituals help.

"That's Groot." Jason continued with his cleaning work without paying attention, "He's broken in love, and the flowers of poison ivy ignore him. He's been like that for days, drinking sparkling water and getting drunk, and then I kept watching "Lianlian Notebook". I originally planned to take him to the Flower and Bird Market if he didn't recover in two days."

The word "Groot" sounded like thunder in Bruce's mind.The image of a ferocious tree that can stab the enemy directly into skewers rushed into his mind.

And the miniature version of the tree was now dragging lifelessly, holding the tablet in one hand and rolling the sparkling water in the other, staggering past his feet and holding up the empty bottle in front of Jason.

"I'm Groot." (This is gone.)

"Drink less if you don't have any more." Jason bent over and took the empty bottle and threw it into the trash can.

"I'm Groot." (But my heart hurts.)

"I'm not in the mood to buy sparkling water for you right now. I'll buy it for you tomorrow, okay?" Jason sighed and rubbed his face.

"I'm Groot." (OK...)

The mini Killer Tree dawdled back to Jason's room.Bruce felt that he should contact Ah Fu first, ready the chainsaw and waited at the gate of the mansion.

The enemy is in Gotham City!