[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Bruce felt relieved that the Red Hood had been installed in the guest room of the mansion.Now that he understands his situation, Red Hood doesn't want to invade another "Jason"'s room.The guest room was fine, without too many personal items to remind him how much loved Jason was here, and what a jerk his "family" was by comparison.

"If you need any supplies, just tell Fu, you're welcome, okay?" Bruce patted Red Hood on the shoulder, "We'll get you home as soon as possible."

Not knowing how to deal with this mild-mannered Bruce, Red Hood chose to nod silently, sat down on the bed and let Bruce walk around the room to make sure that there was no lack of any immediate necessities.

All Red Hood can think about is what Bruce said in the Batcave, about Batman being replaceable.This is almost already suggesting that when the situation is irreparable, Bruce would rather let himself kill the Joker and then step down as Batman, and he would not let Jason become a murderer.

"The things you said in the Batcave are because he is your son?" Red Hood couldn't hold back his curiosity, he was eager to know what caused the two Bruce Wayne to act The decision is so much worse, "I am corrected, my own son."

The red hood looked at Bruce's hesitant expression, and pointed to his own face with a dry smile: "Please, I'm not that blind, and I know that you two are relatives just by looking at these two faces. My detective skills may never have been recognized. I have publicly praised it, but at least I have also been trained as the world's number one detective, so I can still see the difference."

Bruce pulled a chair from the window and sat down, clenched his hands into fists between his knees, bowed his head and thought for a while before speaking: "It's impossible to say that it doesn't matter at all."

"Ha, I knew it." Red Hood sneered, lowering his eyes to stare at the pattern of the carpet.

"But do you know what the other difference is if there is a connection of blood relationship?"

"what?"

"What to expect from the kids." Bruce leaned back in his chair and moved into a slightly more relaxed position. "I was actually freaked out when I first brought Dick into the family. Oh, don't be so surprised, I It was only a few years older than you at the time, and Dick was a kid who had just been traumatized. I think I have experience with the trauma part. I can help Dick through this painful period with my heart, but raising children is not just comfort. It's just him, you still need to educate him and take care of him - not only physically but also psychologically. I admit that Afu is much better than me at this point. Without him, I would probably have never had any contact with Dick. .”

Red Hood snorted: "Because Batman is a control freak, no offense meant, I just think this is the truth no matter which universe you go to."

"Don't worry, my children often say that, I'm used to it." Bruce waved his hand and continued, "I can't really provide Dick with any psychological care, I'm actually just...a Dick 'Emotionally constipated'. But in his other performances, I've never said that to anyone else, but I set the bar for Dick to be the highest of any Robin, and you know why?"

"Because he's the golden boy?" Red Hood twitched his lips, looking a little uncomfortable.

Bruce shook his head and gave a wry smile, "Because I'm afraid I've failed the Graysons. They're amazing people, upright, kind, positive and full of love for life. I can't help but imagine what would happen if Dick was in What he would be growing up around them would certainly be a well-loved man like his parents."

"I can't afford to have Dick's potentially bright future ruined by me, but he's so desperate for justice so that children like us who lost their loved ones too early don't show up again, I just can't stop Train him, use all kinds of unreasonable crazy standards to let him break through his limits, and at the same time, I hold him tightly in my hand, because I can't imagine that if the identity of Robin ruins Dick, in my long sleep How do you then confront the Graysons and tell them, 'I'm sorry my crime-fighting ideals have dragged down your son, please forgive me'?"

"But old Dicky doesn't think so." Red Hood rubbed his knees, remembering that Grayson had quarreled with B in the past, accusing him of being the shadow of his life.

"Yes. So Dick left, declaring that he was going to find his own way and not continue to be in my shadow." Bruce closed his eyes and sighed, leaning his head back in the chair, "actually he is still Thinking this way, I can't stand me asking about Bruhaven. So when you...sorry, when Jason came into my life, I didn't know he was my biological child, and my worries about him were different Dick’s, but I also think I’ve got another parent’s expectations on me.”

"Ha! Just kidding, Willis Todd is full of expectations for his son's future." The red hood said eccentrically, causing Bruce to shake his head again and again.

"It's hard to imagine, I admit. But when you become a parent, you will know that even if you just want your child to grow up healthily, you don't need to have any great achievements. Every parent will hold their children. Have a dream. And when I accept every child, I must also bear the expectations of their native families for their children."

Bruce's expression was slightly distorted.Thinking back about his past with Jason, especially the unpleasant parts, and Jason's death, even though he knew Jason had been resurrected, Bruce still had trouble talking about that time.

"I know that Jason's childhood was not happy. Gotham is not a kind city, especially for children. I am worried that Jason's violent temper will hurt himself, and I am worried that his stubbornness will make his way further and further away. Narrow, so my training with Jason wasn't actually as intense as I was with Dick, I didn't need him to be a second Dick, Batman by then was already more sophisticated enough to protect his robin than Like Dick at that time, we still need to help each other at random, so that the scene will not be too ugly."

Red Hood tilted his head, as if he couldn't imagine Batman without his skills.

"Is it so hard to imagine? So many years of experience can't be grown in a day." Bruce blinked at the red hood, causing the other party to shudder, "So you can imagine, when Robin died in my Right now, my worst fears came true. I failed Jason, and I failed his parents - I killed their son, and being Robin took away his chance to grow up, no one else You can see what kind of adult Jason is going to be."

"He said I was his biggest failure." Red Hood muttered, his hands clenched on his knees, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

Bruce looks at Red Hood almost heartbroken.He couldn't imagine if this was any of his children, going through the exact same experience as Red Hood.It made him want to go back to rubbing the head of Bruce, who hadn't healed his chronic emotional constipation, on the ground again.

"I believe that's how it is for your Batman." Bruce leaned forward, folding his hands over the red hood, "but it's definitely not because he adopted you as his son, his Rob Bing, but because he couldn't save you, save you from dying. That's definitely Batman's biggest failure, compared to the victims that Batman couldn't save in the past, losing you, losing a child, losing a family, That is……"

Bruce took a deep breath tremblingly: "If I can't even protect my own family, what else can I do to be Batman, guarding a city and so many families?"

"You know he made a display case of my uniform and put up a sign: 'Jason Todd - a good soldier', good soldier, that's how I look to him." Red Hood put himself His hand slipped from under Bruce's.

Bruce didn't continue to speak for a long time, just when Red Hood thought that the other party had nothing to say, Bruce threw a proposal to him that he never expected, to go to Bruce's room-not the office that receives guests, but Bruce's private room.

With Bruce's curiosity about this universe, Red Hood agrees.

Then Red Hood decides they must have counted the wrong room.

"Why did you bring me to Constantine's room? I didn't even know that Constantine and Batman had such a good relationship." Red Hood bent down to look at a distorted statue, like a great evil god worshiped by minorities in the rainforest .

"This is my room." Bruce opened Red Hood's hand that was about to touch a dagger, "Don't touch it randomly, this is a cursed dagger, if you get cut, the consequences will be disastrous."

"And you just put this kind of thing in the room? How about adding a glass cover to it?" Red Hood hurriedly withdrew his hands, and after that he chose to watch every weird thing from a distance, "I don't Do you know that the Batman in this universe is a magic lover?"

"I'm not." Bruce decisively denied the red hood's inference, "These are the relics that I plan to rely on supernatural power to resurrect Jason."

"Wait, you plan to resurrect the dead?" Red Hood looked at Bruce incredulously, which is not logical at all, Batman should be a person who believes in science, if he is this superstitious type, then how many years ago he It's time to cast a spell to revive my dear parents.

"Yes."

"But... this is crazy! How do you know magic will work? No, it should be said that if magic works, Constantine and his magician friends should all be immortal!"

"Ordinary magic is really useless, so I have to study the more forbidden ones."

"You are crazy!"

"A lot of people said that, and Dick said that too."

Bruce is so used to Red Hood's reactions that more than one person has seen his actions as a sign that "Batman has gone crazy."

"But I have to believe that this will work, I have to believe." Bruce looked at an ancient object locked in a glass case, and Red Hood's worried expression was reflected in the glass photo, "Otherwise I have to face the fact that I am not only Killing my own child, that child is still my own flesh and blood. I have to believe that I can bring him back to life, and I can make up for him, otherwise..."

"So you're saying that being a good soldier is one of the ways you Batmen deal with your pain?" Red Hood rubbed his upper arms with both hands, "God, you old Wayne are so weird out there! Do normal people deal with pain by crying, screaming, hitting and smashing?"

"I smashed it." Bruce raised the palm of his left hand, "Five bat computers have been replaced."

"But even if it's you, Daddy, didn't you find a substitute?" Red Hood didn't forget that there was Tim Drake, "Ha! Kiss my son!"

Red Hood's bitter tone didn't arouse Bruce's anger, Bruce just looked absent-minded, as if the past was unbearable.This made Red Hood a little uncertain if he had misunderstood something again, could this Tim be his own son?But his last name is Drake!

"Tim... well... it's more complicated." Bruce looked at the red hood who hadn't experienced Tim's obsession with some sympathy, "You take care of yourself."

This really made Red Hood a little nervous, but thinking about how he beat Drake from his universe until he didn't even recognize his own mother, Red Hood still has a little confidence in facing Tim here.

This was before Tim, in a red Robin uniform, with a small tree in his arms, appeared by his bedside at four o'clock in the morning, staring at him with bright eyes—

The Timothy Drake of this universe is a freak!