"Strange? Where did you go? ”

Tim shook his head and tried to stay awake, the brightly colored glass of wine just now was not a small one, and he began to regret that he had pretended to drink it up.

"You're looking for me? Baby birds? ”

A voice came from behind Tim, alerting Tim's already somewhat chaotic brain. An instinctive tumbling moment distances himself from the other party.

"The old bat is well trained, and he can still have this reaction when he drinks like this"

With a mocking tone, all of Tim's drinking power was wiped out at once.

Tim looked at the man in front of him vigilantly, he didn't expect his identity to be recognized at all, where did the flaw leak?

Red Hood seemed to pay no attention to Tim's vigilance, still leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. I don't know if it's Tim's delusion, he always feels that the gaze leaking out from under the mask has the illusion of wanting to eat him alive.

"Who are you?"

Tim's question drew a mockery from the man, but the arrogant laughter coming from the heavy helmet made Tim feel a chill piercing to his bones.

The alcohol that paralyzed his brain had been defeated by the constant secretion of adrenaline because of the crisis, and Tim felt a sense of crisis like never before, and he completely felt something called "killing intent" from this man's body.

The red hood slammed behind the helmet, and the red helmet, which had been tightly knit, suddenly loosened like a patchwork of geometric toys, cracking along the lines that created joy. The man removed the helmet from his face, and for the first time Tim felt the sensation of his veins being filled with air when he saw the face underneath the mask.

He'd seen the face, in the dust-covered room of Wayne Manor. The blank wall hung the only photograph of the boy. The boy in the picture squatted in the grass and touched Ace's head, looking at the camera and smiling as brightly as an ordinary fifteen-year-old boy.

The face of the man in front of him was more resolute than he remembered, and the angular lines made the gloomy face even more ruthless.

“... You...."

"Hello, replacement!"

The man's deep voice was unhindered by the hood, and a thick mockery was transmitted directly to Tim's ears through the vibration of air molecules. Like a basin of ice water in the thirty-nine days, Tim's hairs all stood up in an instant, and he made the most direct defensive action towards this man.

"I don't know who you are, but that face isn't what you're qualified to use."

Tim looked at the man in front of him, he knew that Bruce was in a bad state for a while after Jason's death, and the guys in Gotham had been taking advantage of this to attack Bruce. I can't imagine that after so many years, these guys still don't give up.

Tim secretly pulls out a batrang, he wants to get the man's DNA, this guy is too dangerous, not only because of his looks, but more importantly, he gives Tim a very bad feeling.

He just stood there and made Tim feel that strong hatred, he hated him and probably hated Batman. Thinking of this, Tim suddenly had a bold guess, did this man also hate the whole Gotham? If that's the case, then all of his patterns of behavior make sense.

He's not trying to grab territory, he's not asking for money, he's not trying to be famous, his purpose is to kill everyone!

"How much do you know about this face? Well? ”

The next second, the palm of the hand that has been strong has been directly stuck on Tim's neck, the man's speed is amazingly fast, it seems to have surpassed the limits of human beings, Tim doesn't know if it is because of the illusion of his own dull senses under the influence of alcohol, or if this man really has some kind of superhuman ability.

He threw the dart in his hand at the man's eyebrows, and kicked the man's chest muscles at the moment when the man dodged, jumped up with the reaction force, widened the distance between the two, and threw out a few more darts with his backhand.

Ripping off all the disguised suit and mask, revealing the Robin uniform underneath, Tim immediately enters combat mode.

"Good head"

The man dodged Tim's darts and looked at the clothes that had been slid out of his mouth by the sharp darts and gave a commendable conclusion.

"But it's far from strong!"

The man rushed over at great speed and punched Tim, but Tim was deftly dodged the attack. Looking at the brick wall with a big hole under the man's fist, Tim kind of understood the guys who couldn't stand up after being punched by the man.

This kind of destructive power that matches his physique is indeed terrifying enough, but what is even more terrifying is the speed and agility of this man who are completely incompatible with his physique.

Tim jumped a few times to distance himself from the man before he calmed down and observed the man.

His opponent in the bar was so bad that Tim simply categorized the man into the ranks of the reckless powers. But after these encounters, Tim finally realized that the man's muscles, which almost burst his clothes, were not developed in the gym.

The man is very good at fighting, and the movements just a few times made Tim see it very clearly, it looks like a street brawl and random fighting, but there is no flaw in the slightest for him to fight back, this man is professionally trained.

While dodging the man's attack, Tim saw an opportunity, and used a feint to shake the man's attack and quickly detour around the dead corner of his back, aiming at the hole in the man's neck, and the long stick in his hand slammed down with electric sparks.

"The flaw is too big"

The man's whispered voice told Tim that he had been fooled. The abdomen followed with a solid kick, Tim's thin body directly in the air with an arc and hit the wall behind him, before he could adjust his state, the man rushed over at a very fast speed and hit Tim's crumbling body fiercely, unable to avoid the head-on impact, Tim felt like he was hit by a tank.

“... cough...."

The dry cough caused by the squeezing of his lungs smelled bloody, and Tim estimated that he might have broken a few ribs. The man stepped back a little distance, and Tim, who had lost his support, could only kneel on the ground and barely hold on, stomping on his head with one foot, and then the tone of ridicule and disdain came again:

"That old guy doesn't even know what he's thinking, the more he looks for it, the worse it gets, and he still does Robin at this level."

“... I don't know who the hell you are... But this dress was acquired by myself through hard work, and it's not your turn to say anything like you guy with a copycat face........"

As Tim struggled to finish his words, the pressure on his head suddenly disappeared, and the next second he was picked up from the ground by the man with one hand.

Because of the dual effect of alcohol and blows, Tim felt as if he saw the man's angry face in his eyes, and as if he didn't see anything. After another punch in the stomach, Tim was completely consumed by the darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, Alfred was standing worriedly watching him. 、

"Ah Fu"

"Are you awake? Master Tim"

Hearing Tim's voice, Alfred hurried over to look at him carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure Tim was completely awake.

“... I"

"I broke three ribs, and there were cracks in my leg bones, so I was recuperating at home during this time"

Bruce's voice came from behind Alfred.

"What happened?"

After receiving the emergency signal from Tim's belt, Alfred hurried to the vicinity of the signal and finally found the scarred bird in the trash can in an alley.

Tim had always been cautious, and had never been so badly injured since he became Robin.

“... Just lost."

"With whom?"

Bruce's question caused Tim to pause for a moment before replying:

“..... I don't know."

“... Isn't it?"

"Then Master Tim, you should have a good rest"

Tim looked at Bruce's back and suddenly said:

"Bruce"

Bruce looked back at Tim lying on the bed, waiting for his next words. Tim looked at Bruce's somewhat tired face, and finally said nothing.

"Thank you"

Tim's words surprised both Alfred and Bruce, but Bruce still didn't say anything.

"You're welcome, Master Tim, we're family, please have a good rest"

With that, Alfred exited Tim's room and closed the door.

"Master Tim is really polite."

Alfred said with emotion.

"No, that's not what he meant to say"

Bruce was keenly aware that Tim had just interrupted what he was about to say with a polite thank-you, while at the same time preventing him from continuing to ask for a reason.

It seems that the guy who injured Tim this time is a difficult character.

In the room, Tim waited until all the footsteps in the hallway were gone, then managed to get up from the bed, took out a key from the bookshelf, and quietly slipped out of the room with severe pain, and walked to the room on the other side of this floor.

After standing at the door and watching for a long time, he inserted the key into the lock hole and pushed the door open with a slight twist.

The absence of sunlight for a long time and the absence of cleaning for a long time filled the room with the smell of dust and mold. It's the only door in the entire Wayne Manor that won't be opened, like a forgotten room. Even a professional Alfred would never open this door and come in to clean. Only Tim would occasionally sneak in and guess his predecessor through the dusted room.

Tim didn't know if what he had seen earlier was a hallucination caused by the effects of alcohol, or if he had met a guy who, like the Scarecrow, was fond of using hallucinatory gas to commit crimes. But Tim knew that it was absolutely impossible to get the name out of Brustility.

In addition to this room, only the tattered uniform in the Batcave proves that the boy once existed.

Apart from these two places, there is no evidence of his existence anywhere in this manor. There was no portrait of him on the wall, no picture of him in the albums, no one in Bruce's room, no study in Wayne Manor, no one would mention him, not even Dick tried to avoid mentioning that name. Bruce had come out of that most decadent time, and everyone thought he did, except for Tim.

Because Tim knew that when he first became Robin, Bruce would call him Jason when he wasn't so clear, and that habit lasted for almost a year before it ended.

The word substitute in the man's mouth really poked at Tim's soft underbelly. Dick had said that he and Jason were not at all alike, or even completely polar, that Jason was too reckless and Tim was too calm. He can't be a replacement for Jason.

But Tim is different from Jason, who took over the title and uniform from the previous Robin, and he receives the approval of the previous Robin. And he has never been recognized by his predecessor Robin. Is he qualified? Will what you do be recognized by the boy who was terminated?

Tim tries to ignore this thought, but he doesn't consciously think about it. He wished that one day he could foresee the boy, and he would hear the words "You're a good Robin" from his mouth.

However, the guy who looked like Jason gave him a title that he feared - a replacement.

“... Who are you? Red Hood! ”