mousepad-d2 Chapter 53 Father and Son, Father and Son
Chapter 53 Father and Son, Father and Son
Bruce didn't answer my call.
I saw another warning on my computer screen that there was an explosion on Gotham East.
I stretched out my hands and squeezed the fabric on my chest, and slumped on the chair all of a sudden, this is not true.
This is not true.
Alfred's call saved me: "Master Tim, your help is needed here."
I took off my uniform, put the Robin logo torn off by Jason in my pocket, put on a brand new uniform, turned over and sat on the red bird car repaired by Bruce to Alfred The reported address galloped away.
Rainwater is a frequent visitor to Gotham. When I opened the car door, I was drenched head and face by Gotham's rainwater with a strong metal taste. The rainwater was also a good helper to extinguish the explosion.
I found a comatose Batman here.
and a mess of ruins.
I staggered over, picked up Bruce's head and tried to detect his vital signs, he murmured Jason's name, it was grief, guilt, despair...
"Bruce?"
Bruce was still not awake. After he touched my hand, he locked me tightly in his arms, just like the time I saved him from the scarecrow before, he called Jason's name.
Still Jason.
Batman is still here, so who exactly disappeared in the explosion?Who started this explosion?
I slashed Bruce's neck with my hands, knocked him unconscious, threw him onto the Red Bird car, and staggered to the center of the explosion.
Who would the other person be here?I already have the answer in my heart.
It's Jason, the past Jay, and Robin's future.
I threw myself on the ground next to the young man, with his head down and a bat dart stuck in his neck...
My trembling fingers touched his neck, no breath, no breath.The rain hit my face, and I clutched the fabric on my chest again, feeling like I couldn't breathe.
I knelt beside Jason's body, breathing desperately, desperately breathing.
I was out of breath, and my mind told me that I should take it easy, that I should give myself first aid, that I should leave Jason's body to see Bruce in his nightmare.
My hand was on the batart, and I was still clutching my chest, trying to breathe in air.
I can not do it.
This is Jason, my idol, my guiding light, the elf of my dreams when I was a child, I put on this uniform because of him, I used to be friends with him from the future in another world, we should become big red and little red...
But here he died.
I want to pull out the Batarang. I was thinking about how to punch him in the face if I met him. Now it is completely unnecessary.
Just when I was about to turn over Jason and take him away decently, I felt his beating pulse.
Minor, but there it is.
Jason, is he still alive?Am I taking him back to the Batcave for healing?
No, I clenched the batarang I pulled out, and the sharp edge stabbed my glove, and the blood flowed down and dripped on Jason's body.
I can't take Jason back with a batarang stuck in his neck, Jason sure doesn't want to go back.
I took out the Robin's Type R logo that he tore off earlier from my pocket, put it on Jason's chest, and then dialed the phone.
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"Jason!"
I saw Bruce jerk out of bed, straighten up, his head slipped from his hands and onto the bedpost.
"Bruce, you're awake."
Bruce opened his eyes. He was now wearing a silk pajamas, and the wounds on his body were taken care of very well. He was lying on the big bed in the bedroom of Wayne House, and the curtains were drawn.
Now that he has returned to the manor, Tim is sitting next to him.
Where's Dick?Where is Jason?Where's the clown?
Was Jason still alive after the clown detonated the bomb?
Have I lost him again?
"Bruce, I asked for leave today. Dick is fine. The explosion in Bludhaven did not cause too many casualties, and no innocent people were affected. Dick was seriously injured, but Raven went in time."
I looked at Bruce's confused expression, his eyes were staring at the ceiling, as if his soul had been emptied.
I thought of the batarang on Jason's neck, and I thought of the HAHAHA of the clown who stayed at the scene, and the uniform covered in gunpowder smoke and blood that I had just left.
I reached out to touch Bruce's hands, which were still cold, kicked off my slippers, climbed into bed, and hugged the man.
"Bruce, you didn't lose him again." I put my arms around the man's neck, and I saw the light in his eyes slowly recover.
"Bruce, I'm still here."
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half year later.
"I like this headline!" Martha took the scissors and cut out a newspaper article, and the old lady reached out and stroked the picture.
Clark and his father toasted and drank corn juice: "Mom, this is written by my colleague Jim."
"Awesome! I think Green Lantern is super cool, what a handsome guy!"
Clark controlled himself, not to crush the cup in his hand, and not to crave his mother's attention like a child: "He has always been handsome."
This was the first time Martha watched the news, and the first thing she paid attention to was not Superman.
Connor came out of the kitchen with corn juice in his hand. This handsome guy had regained his thick black hair, and he combed his hair back to the way it was before, except for the new growth in front of his forehead. Small curly hair is more obvious - Clark's same style.
"I still think Superman is the most handsome."
Good boy!Clark applauded in his heart, and Connor continued!
"But Martha, I have a copy of the Gotham Daily, and the reports on Robin and Professor Pigface are even cooler." Connor smiled and drank the corn juice, and he took it out in the bedroom at super fast speed. read his Gotham Daily, "Really cool."
The photographer captured Robin's heroic appearance from the sky very well.
"Batman is really cool!" Clarke compliments the same newspaper photo of Batman kicking a scarecrow's ass—his sidekick is really cool.
Connor glanced at his guardian: "I want to go to Teen Titans, I want to go back."
"Meet Robin or Wonder Girl?"
"...Is this important?"
But Connor, who finally went back, didn't see Robin, and didn't see his best partner.
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a week ago.
"Today I gave the Mad Hatter a good beating," I stopped my little Red Bird motorcycle, took off my mask and cape, and told Bruce how I saved him from the Mad Hatter. My girlfriend, "This guy calls himself a squeezer! I almost died laughing."
"Then I took advantage of this guy's ass talk while he was having sex..."
I started to take off my gloves and walked towards Bruce, who was rarely in a suit and leather shoes in the Batcave today: "I think..."
"Master Tim, please come here." Alfred called my name.
"Wait a minute, Fu, I have to tell Bruce, I saw Jason's area today..."
I go on and on about recent events in Gotham, but Bruce's expression remains the same.
"Tim—"
I put my arms around Bruce: "Jason is really awesome! There's less drug circulation in that area..."
"Tim, shut up."
"……What's wrong?"
"Your father is here."
what! ?
I turned around and saw Jack standing next to Alfred.
"Take off that funny kid's sportswear on you, put on your clothes and follow me."
"You should go home."
...I took two steps back.
"No, Jack, no." I shook my head and watched Jason come down the stairs in his wheelchair.
"Come home with me, Dana made your favorite steak stew today, we have to go back to dinner."
"Dad, I can take over the business now, which means I still have a little say in the family, right? I'm sorry, I hid you before, and it really hurt me to hide you, but now I'm happy You know all this..."
"this means……"
Jack cut me off: "That means you have to quit now, there's no room for it."
"Dad—" I saw my father's white hair on the sideburns, so I couldn't help lowering my tone: "But I found my purpose in life here. I am good at doing this, and I am willing to do this. This makes me happy."
Jack ignored me, he pushed the wheelchair directly to Bruce and pointed at his former good friend: "It's this unscrupulous thing that snatched you away from me!"
"I volunteered to find Bruce myself, Dad!" Besides, our jobs aren't serious.
"But you're just a kid! You're not even old enough to get a driver's license!"
"But so what? Dad, wasn't your most admired grandfather who joined the army in World War II at the same age as me?"
"That's different! Now I slap you for domestic violence! What did that idiot Bruce do to you! He's abusing children!"
Damn child abuse, how old am I, it's still called child abuse.
"Why on earth are you bringing my son into your criminal career, Mr. Wayne?"
"Because I might die and Batman's career must go on."
"You want my son to take over after you! Dress in black and be a masked man at night!"
"He's just one of the candidates."
Jack was furious: "The person who came out in the bat suit must have some brain problems, my God, I still remember that Janet and I were not married at the time, you said so in the hotel!"
"Now you let my son be yours...you still have a lot of candidates? Are you afraid that your candidates will be killed by your enemies, so you cast a wide net?"
My two fathers quarreled.
One is tall, one is in a wheelchair, one has a smirk, and the other has a calm face.
"Don't..."
"Shut up! Tim!"
"Shut up! Tim!"
I stood between the two of them with dead eyes, looking at this pair of good friends who used to push glasses and chat about picking up girls, but now they are arguing about "son" and "masked man career", and they are almost on the verge of fighting.
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"What's going on here?"
Dick came back on his blue Nightwing motorcycle and asked the two people standing in the empty Batcave.
Alfred stepped forward and explained to his young master: "Just like what I said on the phone, Master Tim is talking with his father..."
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Clark: Brothers actually...
Connor: Dad!
Clark: My head hurts. Is there kryptonite around?
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