mousepad-d2 Chapter 63 Where is Jason, my age?
Chapter 63 Where is Jason, my age?
This Robin is not the same as what I saw in the photo. Compared with the fierce boy who shaved a very short cut in the photo of the clown, the Robin stroking his face has short, slightly longer hair and a similar body shape. Much slimmer.
"Ah, which Robin are you?" Jason's eyes were confused. Did the boy in the photo leave?
The beatings day after day were not the reason for Jason's despair. The real reason for Jason's collapse was that Batman brought his new Robin to the madhouse every day.
But is Batman new again?
"What the hell is going on here? Dahong, why are you here..." I quickly thought of the different developments in the parallel world. I thought that Jason in another world might become a priest, or a car repairman, or something Or become an author with his literary gifts.
I didn't expect Jason, who became Robin, to be hanged in this dark and damp cell, dying.
"Another new Robin...he..."
Jason's expression gradually twisted.
He smiled proudly as he put on his suit as he recalled becoming a member of the Wayne family, the few months it took him to go from back-alley criminal to Robin.
And the smell of apples crawling with moths in my stomach.
I thought what he needed was a son, and Jason's expression turned indifferent again, but I later learned that all he needed was a pug.
I couldn't untie the shackles on his hands, so I could only frantically flip up my universal belt and look for a tool to unlock it: "Jason, I'll take you away, let's go back to Wayne Manor..."
Jason punched me in the face, but because of being imprisoned for more than a year, he has no strength in his hands: "...Never...I will never..."
"Then what are you going to do now!" I carried Jason on my own shoulders, he is now as light as a fallen leaf, completely different from the feeling when Jason with the red hood hit me last time, I I feel like I can't hold him.
"I don't want to go..." Jason just said this, his expression was crying and laughing, falling into a kind of madness.
I stabbed him in the back of the neck and knocked him unconscious.
Then I pulled the rope out of the belt, fixed him behind my back, and I gently put his hands on my chest, holding the stick in one hand, and holding his hips with the other hand to hold his body— — Fortunately, Jason is about the same height as me now.
Thanks to my unremitting training, I turned on the detector on the stick, cut open the door of the cell with a laser cutter as lightly as possible, and got out of the door.
This is...Arkham...
Familiar structure, familiar direction, even the crack on the stone crack that Dick knocked out at the beginning is exactly the same.
Why was Jason imprisoned in Arkham and languishing like this?What about Batman?
I suddenly realized the meaning behind Jason's sentence "I will never go". In this strange world, can I trust that Batman?
Doubt everything, Tim, think about your 28th plan to eliminate Timothy, who knows what is going on with Batman in this world?And what happened to Jason behind him?
I'm going to find a place to settle Jason, then hurry back and find The Flash, back to my world, Jack and Dana have no idea where I'm going, Stephanie still needs me, Batman and Dick will I'm worried about my disappearance, that guy Connor even made an appointment for dinner with me, and the awkward Dahong might be so angry that he ran straight to Central City.
Thinking so, I hugged Jason who was floating on my back even tighter.
Jason's head hangs next to my neck, and his weak breath is like a shivering chick curling up in your palm. I walked out all the way, and no one was guarding outside, but layer by layer There are a lot of iron locks, and I cut them off with a laser cutter.
Arkham for a Robin, especially for a Tim, he knows the structure of this building like the back of his hand, I don't know what the current situation of Arkham guarding in this world is, but I think I compare Most of the criminals held here know better how to break out of Arkham.
After I stole the clothes of an Arkham guard and dressed Jason as a prisoner, I stole a cleaning cart, carefully put Jason in a bucket, and walked out with a feigned calm.
Although I don't know what date it is, but according to the shift schedule I checked in the guard room, this is the time to exchange garbage and food.
When I got on the bus leaving Arkham, the author's driver next to me was driving, smoking a low-quality cigarette, and swearing incoherently: "Man, why isn't it Old Thomp today?"
"Old Thomp had diarrhea today. I was in charge of peeling onions for the cafeteria. Today I made corn mush for lunch, so I was sent over to help." With an auxiliary voice changer in my mouth, my voice became that of an adult man the sound of.
The judgment on the food came from the remnants of the guard's clothes I stole today. The driver didn't express any opinion after hearing it: "That old guy is so lazy."
I silently lowered my sense of existence.
……
"Okay buddy, here's the approval note, come back at 7 o'clock tomorrow."
I pressed the brim of my hat and said goodbye to Mr. Driver.
Then I pushed Jason who was in the garbage truck, and quickly disappeared into a dark alley without surveillance cameras.
----------------
"Batman!"
When Jason woke up, he felt very strange. He sank deep into a soft bed, and when he opened his eyes, he faced the bright sunshine that he hadn't seen for a long time.
"You're awake, oh my god, I'll close the curtains."
Jason looked at the boy who was about his age in silence, quickly closed the curtains, and then came to the bed with a glass of water. He felt that his body had been cleaned briefly, and he ignored the water he brought. Instead, he asked hoarsely, "Where is Batman?"
Was it Batman who came to save me?Did he send you here?Must be.
I saw Jason's expression as if he was about to cry, but he seemed to be completely numb. I forcefully stepped forward and poured the water in his mouth into his mouth bit by bit. Jason was like a puppet, allowing me to move.
After I poured him all the 300ml of water, Jason asked again: "Where's Batman?"
When Jason saw that the boy didn't answer his question, the last faint fire in his eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only a dead silence in his blue eyes.
"Did Batman abandon me?" He didn't want me as a pug, he didn't need me as an assistant, he found a new lively and beautiful guy, a new Robin.
I stared at Jason whose face was wiped by me. His appearance was originally a kind of fierce and handsome, but now I saw the broken skin at the corner of his mouth, the bruise at the corner of his eye, and the deep J on his cheek. The scar, reminds me of how crazy I was when my Scarlet came to me in the Tower of Titans.
How should I answer you?Jason.
I used my computer technology to conduct investigations in this world, and I was not surprised to find that the information in the Batcave had familiar traces of protection. The initial judgment was Barbara and Tim from this world.
Instead of hacking in to scare the enemy, I turned to use my detective instinct to collect news from newspapers and magazines in Gotham City in the past two years, and piece together stories belonging to bats and criminals.
Batman lost his Robin before and got a new Robin, Bruce lost his 2nd adopted son Jason Todd and adopted a new adopted son named Tim Drake.
I don't need to look any further to know what's going on.
Batman gave up his second son, he didn't see Jason's body, he gave up on him.
Jason got his own answer in silence. He should want to cry, but he didn't cry: "I hate him."
I didn't answer, just sat by his bed and stayed silent with him.
Jason didn't know how long he was staring at the ceiling, he suddenly turned around and asked the boy beside him, "Are you his new Robin?"
"I'm your admirer, Jason."
Jason nodded dispensably. He knew that these words had no credibility at all. Maybe this kid was following Batman, but he had no choice. Now, he will use this boy to stand up again.
The year-long torment of the clown made Jason's muscles that had been grown under the care of Alfred in the Wayne Manor basically disappear, and he ate garbage that could not be called food all the year round, which made his stomach weak. Sen needs to restore his body first.
"I hacked Penguin for a little money, I washed it clean, and then rented this apartment, you need to recover your body now..."
Jason looked up at the boy beside the bed, and the boy looked at him stubbornly with his blue eyes, his blue eyes were like gems from the Kashmir region, not like Bruce's steel blue, nor Grayson's sky blue, he just Looking at himself then, his expression was full of tameness.
"...Okay, what's your name?"
"Cardinal, I'm a cardinal."
Jason twitched the corner of his mouth, but didn't say anything to the code name: "Okay, Xiaohong."
----------------
When I researched this world, I found painfully that there is no Justice League, no Flash, and no Superman.Bruce Wayne is getting ready to rebuild Gotham, and Robin, also named Timothy, hasn't even fully made his name.
I seem to be stuck in this world with no way out.
Now it's Jason, who is not in a good situation, and Tim, who is penniless and only has an online account and is being chased by the penguin. The two get together to keep warm.
It's just that Xiaohong is warming me, Jason's eyelids trembled, trying hard to hang himself on the horizontal bar, but fell down on the mat again.
I hurriedly helped Jason up, trying to help him, but he waved my hand away.
"... Let me... do it myself..."
I held the water glass and retreated to the corner of the wall, watching the skinny Jason keep trying to climb up the horizontal bar, I curled up into a ball.
night.
"Tsk, boy, the clown paid a considerable fee." A man wearing a two-color mask broke in through the window. He knocked twice and pierced the shoulders of Jason, who was undergoing rehabilitation.
"Sorry about that."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jason yelled out in pain. He threw himself on the ground, clutching his shoulders, and turned his head to look behind him. It was the death knell who came.
"Originally, I didn't plan to take on such a job on Friday night, wasting time, but who let mercenaries do things for money?"
"Okay, I'll make it fast, and I'm going to watch the night show when I get back tonight, kid."
"...I advise you not to do this..." Jason stretched out his hand and wiped the blood from his nose feebly. He raised his eyes to meet Deathstroke's eyes without fear, "The Joker will probably be given by Batman tonight." Down, even if you complete the task, you won't get a penny, and if you take me away from here, I will pay you three times the price immediately."
Deathstroke pointed a gun at the boy opposite, and tilted his head: "I did see that big bat, but... well, I agree with your deal."
Deathstroke put the gun back into his gun pocket, then reached out and took out a tracker, and pinched Jason's chin: "There is no trust between us, swallow it."
Jason swallowed the capsule-sized tracker with difficulty, and Death Knell stroked his head: "Good boy."
----------------
When I came to the training room with sandwiches and milk, there was only broken glass and blood on the floor.
The author has something to say:
Arkham Barrel ran away with Uncle Zhong by himself.
Tim: My mentality is exploding, and I can't go home, so I can only live with the sick and weak Jason, and then, that's it?
Ask the comment machine to check in, there will be another update tonight.