The next time he saw the boy, Batman crouched on the roof above the boy and watched as the boy sat in the rudimentary pile of cardboard makeshift shelters, smoking a cigarette butt that he might have picked up or maybe choked on the smoke and coughing, and half a baguette in his other hand, if he was not mistaken, was already showing signs of mildew on the other end of the baguette.

Batman's eyes narrowed, thinking back to the results of yesterday's computer search.

Jason. Peter. Todd, around 14 years old. But that figure couldn't believe he was over 12 years old anyway. My father was basically a villain and a scumbag, and through the wide neckline of the big white T-shirt, I could still see the scars on the young body. Wayne's welfare home has the boy's containment record, but the final record is that he ran away, because there is a guardian, although he is a scumbag, but according to the regulations, the welfare home must notify the guardian, so the boy disappeared from the welfare home that night.

Obviously, he didn't want to go home, preferring to be in this improvised pile of paper shells in this cold weather.

The paper shell wiggled slightly, and a little black pup came out, and the puppy wagged its tail and staggered towards the boy, probably not yet weaned.

When the boy saw the puppy, he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, took out a broken small bowl, poured some water into it, broke some bread in his hand, and put it in, stirred it casually with his fingers, and pushed the bowl in front of the puppy, and the puppy wagged his tail and ate happily.

The boy didn't know that directly above him, the big black bat was watching all this.

A gust of wind blew in, and the boy shivered and carried the little black dog into the pile of paper shells, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Looking at the pile of paper shells trembling in the cold wind, Batman made a decision. Quietly descended from the roof.

Lifting the paper shell, the little black dog was so frightened that he shrank into the boy's arms, and kept whimpering, but the boy still fell asleep without reacting, looking at the flushed little face, Batman's already frowning eyebrows wrinkled even tighter.

Picking up the boy and the black puppy, Batman decides to end his night watch tonight.

Jason felt a burst of heat and cold, and the pain was indescribable, and he couldn't sleep.

“....... Where is this? ”

Trying to open his eyes, he saw through the blurred vision the unfamiliar ceiling, without the cold wind he used to wake up to, and although he was covered with a dry and warm quilt, he still felt cold.

Jason struggled to sit up, staring strangely at the luxurious room, his mind confused and unable to concentrate or understand what was happening.

A hot and wet tongue licked his face and turned his head to look at the little black dog that was wandering with him.

The little black dog watched him wake up and wagged his tail happily and whined flatteringly.

The door of the room was opened, and an old man dressed formally stood in the doorway with a plate, and said happily when he saw him awake:

"Oh my god, you're finally awake, how are you feeling?"

Jason looked at the old man strangely, his brain was a little fragmented, and he couldn't connect to his current situation at all.

"Looks like you're still having a fever"

The old man's voice seemed to be separated by a layer of mist, and he couldn't hear it clearly, and a cool palm attached to his forehead, relieving the inexplicable headache.

"The fever hasn't gone away yet, take these things first, then drink the medicine, and sleep again"

Jason was fed a bowl of slimy stuff in a daze, and then inexplicably took some medicine, and fell asleep again after lying on the bed.

"How is he?"

After Jason fell asleep, the door opened again, and the little black dog wagged his tail happily at the visitor.

"It's not good, if the fever doesn't go away tomorrow, I recommend sending it to the hospital, hopefully it won't turn into pneumonia"

Bruce looked at the sleeping boy on the bed and touched the puppy to stop it from barking.

"Master Bruce, have you decided?"

"Can't you?"

"Of course not, it's just that this kid is different from Master Dick, you should know that his identity is complicated."

What Alfred said, of course Bruce knows, the biggest difference between Jason and Dick is that he has a guardian, and his terrible guardian, although he doesn't care whether the child lives or dies, but this does not prevent him from taking the opportunity to knock on the pen.

Considering his status, it might not be a good idea to keep Jason around, to be honest.

"We can send samples in the welfare home until he is able..."

"I know, Ah Fu"

Bruce looked at the boy who had been in a comatose state, and he made a decision as he remembered the boy's expression on the face of sharing food with the little black dog.

"Ah Fu, I'm going to adopt him"

"But Master Bruce, if his guardian doesn't agree, you can't go through the formalities."

"I know, so I didn't plan to do it"

“... Is that good? If the other party comes to you..."

"That man doesn't care if Jason lives or dies, so he won't know where Jason is...."

“... I'm not sure if your decision was the right one, but I'm afraid it's for the best for this kid."

When changing the boy's clothes, the scars on the boy's body, large and small, are enough to tell others what happened to him in the past.

Bruce touched the little black dog's head and turned to leave the room.