The thunderstorm was unusually heavy that Gotham seemed to dump all the year's rain on that night. Razers wreak havoc in the air, and the news broadcasts that another unlucky spot has been struck by lightning. Pedestrians on the road have quickened their pace, and many companies have left work early so that workers can go home while the rain has not stopped traffic.

Wayne Manor did not have to worry about flooding, and Alfred's due diligence ensured that there would be no food shortages on the estate. But for the current manor, a disaster may be a good choice............

"Does Master Clark want to stay here for dinner?"

Alfred asked the man who had been standing in the door of the study.

“... Thank you Ah Fu, but forget it, I think Bruce needs to be quiet by himself"

Clark followed Bruce back, but could only watch the man show a decadent fatigue and be helpless. Superman can't do everything, at least he can't heal his psychological scars.

"Okay then, please don't blame yourself too much"

Alfred had known the big boy since Bruce was any Clark, and he was kind. Just like Bruce's evaluation of him, too much power makes him kinder than ordinary people, and Alfred knows that this man must blame himself for Jason's affairs again, just like Dick's accusation of Bruce, at that time, if Bruce let Clark go, he would never be in such a situation.

"Thank you, Afu. Then Bruce please."

After saying this, Clark left the manor, flew a distance and floated on the sea looking at the manor standing on the cliff face, he knew that he was not suitable for being there now, it was like a constant reminder to Bruce of his fatal mistake this time, and he could only hope that time could relieve Bruce's pain, Clark sighed and turned and flew in the direction of Metropolis.............

Alfred prepares dessert alone in the huge kitchen. The kitchen at Wayne Manor has always been Alfred's exclusive sanctuary, Bruce won't come in, Dick will only come in and steal prepared snacks and get cereal and stuff, only Jason will come to help seriously.

Turning around and opening the wall cabinet to take out the ingredients he needed from inside, Jason was still trying to get things on the small bench, and he would never take things like this since he grew taller.

Alfred made his things and brought them to Bruce's study and placed them on the coffee table, and withdrew without saying anything. But he knew it might not be eaten tonight.

Dick didn't come back to the manor, he said hello to Alfred after the funeral and left, and he didn't have the peace to see Bruce right now, so leaving might be a good option.

It rained all night long, sometimes heavy and sometimes small, and the next day Gotham was sunny and almost like a metropolis.

Alfred was woken up by an emergency phone call, and when he saw it, the call turned out to be a security company? After connecting the phone, the content inside made the steady old man jump up all of a sudden, and he didn't even have time to change out of the wrinkled clothes and ran to Bruce's room, and after pushing the door open, he found that no one inside remembered that Bruce had been in the study last night, and when he arrived at the study, Bruce still maintained the posture he had when he left yesterday, which made the old man hesitate to tell him the news he had just gotten.

"What happened? Ah Fu"

Hoarse, but not like Batman's pretentious hoarse voice came out of the man's mouth.

“... That one...... The security company called... Jason's Tomb... Something went wrong."

"What?!"

Alfred's words finally made Bruce turn around, and the puffy eye sockets and red bloodshot eyes were enough to prove that he hadn't slept all night last night.

When the two of them arrived at the cemetery, they found that the soil covered by Jason's grave was not only much less but also had traces of excavation, but because of the heavy rain last night, only some vague traces were left to prove this, and a small hole had been filled with stagnant water.

After calling in the staff to dig up the cemetery again, it was found that the delicate coffin lid had been broken, and the entire coffin was covered with rainwater.

"Oh my God"

"What about surveillance!"

Bruce grabbed the collar of a security guard on the side, and his fierce expression made the face of the night without sleep show a fierce and vicious appearance, and the security guard trembled and said the reason why there was no surveillance video, and last night's lightning hit the circuit, so there was nothing in last night's surveillance video at all.

Hearing this from the security guard, Bruce hurried back to the manor. Alfred tells the staff to clean up the grave and then calls the person who made the coffin to order a new coffin, while also worrying about who stole Jason's body, who stole Jason. Todd's? Still is... Stealing Robin's?

This was also a concern for Bruce, who was unsure who would come and steal a boy's body. Back in the Batcave, turn on your computer and connect to the entire Gotham surveillance network. But last night's thunderstorm area was too large, and most of the surveillance footage was pitch black during last night's time slot.

"Master Bruce.... Who will it be? ”

When Alfred entered the cave, he saw Bruce facing the bat computer, searching everywhere for possible clues.

"It's unlikely that he's coming at Jason, the body of an adopted son can't be used to threaten anything, it can't be used for blackmail, it's more likely to be for Robin's identity"

Bruce quickly made a definition in his head, who is it? Why? If Jason's identity is known, then his identity must also be exposed. If that's the case, why don't you just rush at him? What's the point of stealing a corpse? What do you want to do with it?

“... Who will it be? ”

Who will it be? That's what Bruce always wanted to know. Clown? Possibly, now that the Joker's whereabouts are unknown, it is possible that he has returned to Gotham. Who else?

Bruce thought carefully about the state of the cemetery, the broken bushes and the messy mudflow traces..... Clay face!

A name broke into Bruce's mind, and the Riddler and the Riddler were relatively close, and the Riddler had guessed his identity but had been suffering from no evidence to prove it, and the Clay Face was likely to rob the tomb for this point, but last night's heavy rain had washed away all the traces, leaving no clues at all, and Bruce's conjecture could only be a conjecture unless....

"Where's Jason's coffin?"

Bruce asked Alfred.

"I've already called Master Jason to order a new coffin."

"I'm talking about the original one"

"Oh, that coffin is now temporarily in the cemetery's utility storage room"

"Don't Dispose of It Yet"

"Yes, sir, but may I remind you that the inside of the coffin has been soaked in rain all night."

“.... I know..."

After nightfall, Batman went to the utility room, where the coffin had been placed unchanged as Alfred had requested, the broken lid of the coffin was next to it, and the coffin still had accumulated rainwater.

Bruce carefully searched for clues on the coffin with the help of the mask's subtle search function, but in the end, he only found some blood stains on the broken coffin lid, which should be Jason's, and found nothing but to take a sample of the water in the coffin and leave.