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Chapter 73 Tim Drake Wayne
"Boss!" I was actually quite pleasantly surprised. Alfred is usually the one who picks me up in the plane, and occasionally rubs against the back seat of Nightwing. Batman will rarely drive except for Gotham missions. His car or plane will pick me up.
"Come up quickly, I'll take you back."
"what happened?"
"Something happened to Jack."
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"Tim, is that you?"
"Dad, are you okay? I, I will let Superman now, no, I will let Flash go..."
"No, I can handle it, the things you left me are complete..."
Batman drove the plane to the fastest speed, reaching Mach [-]. He pressed the phone number for Flash, but no one answered.
"Dad, this is not you and your mother exploring the cemetery, nor is it you facing a lion, you don't want to face that uninvited guest!"
I started to use a computer to connect to a surveillance camera, but the plane cannot support such a large data transmission.
"Dad, Dad!"
I squeezed my portable computer, turned around and looked at Batman who was flying the plane: "Bruce..."
Bruce looked at the child beside him. Tim, who had always been strong, seemed to have water in his eyes at this time. He was like a cub abandoned by his mother, shivering and trembling, clutching his life-saving straw.
Batman turned his head away and pushed the joystick to maximum speed.
"It won't happen, this kind of thing will never happen again," he murmured to himself, "it can't happen again, fate shouldn't do this to you, Tim."
The high-speed flight of the plane in the air will cause the people sitting in it to bear huge thrust. This kind of impact is unbearable for ordinary pilots, and now I don't care about my physical condition at all. I hope Bruce drives faster, faster .
Obviously, the child in Dana's belly is already 5 months old, and the Kryptonian technology auxiliary equipment I prepared to make my father stand up will be given to him tomorrow, obviously...
Obviously everything is fine.
The phone over there hung up.
"Dad! Daddy! Jack! You'll be all right, won't you? You'll be all right!"
"dad……"
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Barbara put down her hands on her ears, and she listened blankly to the sound signal from Drake's villa.
"Ahem, my son, I am your father. When you heard this, I just want you to know one thing. It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong..." It's not your fault you didn't get to me in time.
Barbara put her hand over her mouth to keep herself from crying, while a father's last words continued, "Tim, I love you, you've always been good, you've been my pride...maybe I Stopped you from putting on a mask before, but I have to say, when you do"
There was a weeping laugh from inside—"In the first half of my life, you lived in my shadow, but my son, now I live in your shadow."
"Everything you do can be called great. Don't question this. You are right. All the virtues you have are passed down to you by me...Keep going."
"Finally, my favorite son, tell Bruce, my friend, to take good care of you, maybe he can be a good father for me."
"Let Dana take care of herself, Dana is young and her future is long."
"Maybe I won't be able to see you for the last time, Tim, but there is no one who is irreplaceable, and there is nothing you must always have. Losing me is no big deal, your life is long, you will meet Those who truly love you, cherish your friends, and the most important thing is that you learn to cherish yourself."
There was a long pause on the phone.
"...I still want to eat the noodles you cooked."
One gunshot, two cries of pain, and only the sound of the wind remained in Barbara's earphones.
Someone tugged on Barbara's sleeve, and Barbara came back to her senses, only to find that tears had flowed down her cheeks, and beside her was Cassandra who looked at her silently and concernedly.
"Kassan..."
The petite female killer held a coral fleece blanket and covered Barbara's lap. She gestured desperately: Is someone in trouble?Do you need my help?
"It's too late, Cass. There's a kid who lost his parents just like his mentor."
The girl is ignorant, and Kashan, who was raised by her father as a killing machine since she was a child, has no deep feelings about the topic of losing her parents.
Is it painful?The girl gestured, what can I do for the man who lost his father?
"...it's his own grief that can't be shared with anyone else."
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Before the plane came to a complete stop, I jumped off and staggered towards the house. I didn't look at the iron chains cut by the laser, and I didn't look at the safety door that was blown open. All the masks, clothes, pants, capes, while looking for my father.
"Dad! Here I come!"
"father!"
No one answered me. It has been 30 minutes since I last saw my father on the surveillance camera. I called my father's name in my house, and all I got was silence.
I saw my father lying on the stairs.
He had a golden boomerang stuck in his throat, and his wheelchair had tumbled downstairs out of shape.
"Dad... I'll help you lick it, and I'll help you lick it." I leaned over in the pool of blood, holding the boomerang in both hands, desperately trying to lick it.
My hands can crush the wrists of grown men, my hands can support my body floating in the night sky of Gotham all night, my hands can support the trust of the entire Teen Titans...
I can't get this boomerang out of my hands.
"I put it on..."
"Ah..."
"Why can't it be pulled out?"
When Bruce followed to catch up with his assistant, he saw his old friend lying on the ground, his pupils had dilated, and Tim was lying on his back with only a thin shirt on his body, as if in a daze on the father.
His expression was like...
Eight-year-old Bruce Wayne.
Why do you do this to Tim?Bruce suppressed his trembling hands, and he stepped forward to hug Tim.
"Tim..."
"Bruce, help me, help me, help Jack, let's make his wound..."
Bruce reached out and took Robin, who was still a child, in his arms, and the wide Kevlar cape wrapped the child tightly.
I reached out and pinched Bruce's arm vigorously, and opened my mouth for a long time before saying, "Bruce..."
I thought of many ways, I can use the spring water of Sara Road, or something else, we can save Jack now, I prepared an implant for him with Kryptonian technology, so that he can stand up again Spinal assist equipment, he should not be lying on the ground, lying in a pool of blood.
Tomorrow's Father's Day was supposed to be the day Jack could stand up.
Bruce reaches up to touch Tim's face, his leather glove stained with the kid's tears.
"Tim, you still have me."
This sentence seemed to turn on some switch, all my thoughts about Jack were diluted, and the tears that were flowing silently from the corners of my eyes burst out like red, I reached out and bit Bruce's hand, biting him gloves.
"I'm an orphan, I'm a complete orphan..."
Bruce looked up at his own Batman shadow on the wall next to him, and while reaching out to stroke the protruding spine of the young boy in his arms, he tried to wrap him tighter.
"I'll take care of you, I'll take care of your Tim."
"...Jack..."
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It was Captain Boomerang who killed Jack.
And Jack also killed Captain Boomerang.
Jack ended up dragging a pair of crippled paralyzed legs that hadn't gotten my Father's Day gift, and died with a criminal.
I put on the Batman cape and stared at the dead body of Captain Boomerang lying at my feet. This was the Central City criminal that Barry and I worked with on the Central City case with the Riddler.
"Bruce."
I reached out and closed the eyes of the two corpses on the ground, and said depressingly, "Call the police."
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People around superheroes always leave them one by one, and superheroes leave this world one by one.
Drake's funeral was not grand. After he was paralyzed, I took over Drake's business together with the lawyer and his promising juniors, which made him gradually disappear from the public behind the scenes.
"Dana, are you okay?"
Bruce announced at my father's funeral that I was going to adopt me, and I was going to say no on the grounds that Dana was still there and she could be my stepmother.
But Dana's mental state didn't seem to be very good. I didn't have the energy to pay attention to Jack throughout the funeral. I stood beside my stepmother, who was pale and crumbling. This lively and happy young stepmother like a little sun didn't even know my mask All she could learn was that her husband had lost his life as a result of a burglary.
"Timothy Drake Wayne," I was taking Dana's temperature while Dick held the adoption certificate in his hand, "your new name."
I twitched the corners of my mouth, and Dana reached out and took me into her arms, watching Dick warily.
I patted Dana on the back who was now like a frightened rabbit, and Dana hugged me tightly like a mother bear: "Go away, go away, don't hurt my baby."
I realized there was something wrong with Dana.
The author has something to say:
If you ask why Tim went to Kansas knowing that his father was in danger, one is that he did install protective measures, please Barbara for help; the other is that this is an identity crisis incident, and I didn’t write it from Tim’s first perspective , but this threat lasted for a long time at that time, during which all the heroic spirits have been tense, but they are also carrying out their own lives.
Like the Waynes don't know Gotham is dangerous at night?But they still walked at night.
There was no way for Tebow to know his father's death from God's perspective - since he put on the mask, Jack was in death, which, in my opinion, was basically doomed.
The knife is finished.
Next, I want to give Tibao some warmth.
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