Jason under the pseudonym "Brunie". Todd, at the moment, was sitting in his safe room, watching the surveillance footage on the computer screen. The boy on the screen, wearing the uniform he knew all too well, had been crouching on the roof and staring down, just as he had done before.

With a few clicks of his fingers on the keyboard, all of the boy's information quickly fell out on the computer.

['Timothy. Jackson. Drake's abbreviation' Tim. Drake'. A gifted teenager whose talent for business was buried until he was discovered by Wayne Enterprises and then funded to study at an elite private school, and is expected to work directly at Wayne Enterprises after graduation. His mother died young, and his father died three years ago in the Captain Boomerang incident, and in the same year he was killed by Wayne Enterprises owner Bruce Brown. Wayne officially adopted and changed his name to Tim. Wayne. His financial talent in business has been unanimously recognized by the entire Wayne Group, and if there is no accident, he will become the next successor of the Wayne Enterprise. Lucius, the current executive director of Wayne Enterprises, has publicly praised Tim's business plan on more than one occasion, praising its tight logic and market sensitivity.....]

Jason pouted as he watched the computer feed back this long list of near-sycophant information.

"Humph! These media are really going to curry favor with the next heir to Wayne Enterprises, and Lucius's old fox seems to be satisfied."

Although he said it disdainfully, Jason knew very well how smart this kid was, and he almost found out where he was hiding several times, if it weren't for his good knowledge of the old bat's behavior.

This kid is like Bruce, and his cautious behavior and tight-knit logical way of thinking are very similar, and the resemblance is annoying.

There was a commotion outside the door, and Jason had to stop what he was doing.

After opening the door, I found that everyone in the apartment was walking towards the landlord's residence one after another. Serious expressions and dull information leaking out of whispered words indicate that this is not a good thing.

What happened? Jason followed. A crowd of people crowded the landlord's doorway, squeezing the narrow entrance. Relying on his height advantage, Jason could probably see the situation in the house, the landlord, Mrs. Jones, was sitting on the sofa with a worried face, and a person who was obscured by the crowd and the door frame was standing next to her and whispered comfort, and from Jason's point of view, he could only see the stout arm with a thorn pattern, which should be Mrs. Jones's son, Bell. Jones.

"Strange, didn't you say he wouldn't be back this week?"

He still remembers very well what Mrs. Jones said when she asked him to help fix the electric light. Bell worked at a temporary job, so he needed to work overtime, and Wayne Enterprises never deducted overtime pay from workers, so Bell was happy to stay. How could he suddenly come back?

With his strong physique, Jason squeezed through the crowd.

"What happened?"

Jason's words finally brought some movement to this dead and silent space.

"Oh, Mr. Brunie..."

When Mrs. Jones saw Jason, her expression of near-despair startled Jason. The strongest man in this little apartment, apart from Mrs. Jones's son Bell, was this Brunie, because there were far fewer troublemakers in the neighborhood where he was staying, and it was a lot more reassuring to see Jones appear.

Jones lives in the lower city of Gotham, reality has long worn away all her innocence, and when she was saved by this Brunny, she knew that if she could leave this person in her small apartment, she would definitely avoid a lot of trouble, so when she learned that he had not found a place to live, she pulled him over. No one would be bored to provoke a man who is about 185 tall and weighs 225 pounds, especially if this man is full of muscles that even a heavy jacket can't hide.

So she didn't ask for anything, she didn't ask for anything, and invited this man to come and stay in.

"What happened?"

Jason looked at Jones' heartbroken expression inexplicably and asked again.

"Recently someone went to sell drugs near the school"

Bell said something that was definitely bad news for those of them.

Of course, the school Bell was talking about could not be a private aristocratic school, but a boarding school in the neighborhood that was opened for the poor people. Bell's children are Mrs. Jones's grandsons, and many of the children here attend that school. The kids only come back every weekend.

The people in this little apartment would also help each other to look at each other, and that was the only hope for these people, but now they had found out something very bad that someone was selling drugs around there.

They all know very well what happens to children once they get on drugs, which means that they are likely to fall all the way to the depths of hell.

"Otherwise, we'll take turns picking up the kids and we'll stay overnight."

Their children are very sensible, but no one can predict what the children who use drugs will do, maybe someone will go to school with a gun, or they may attack other people for no reason, either kind of situation is what they don't want to see, but the reality leads them to not have much choice.

Someone suggested that they should stop living in the dormitory, take the children back every day, and then pool the school's accommodation money to help each other look at each other in this small apartment. However, there was not much response to this proposal.

They have to do their best to live in this society, everyone is busy from morning to night every day, the boarding system of the school relieves them a lot of pressure, not to mention that many charities donate to the school every year, and the school fees are all kinds of waivers.

It's unrealistic to let the kids come back, the meals are a big deal, and someone has to stay and look after them.

Jason didn't say anything, just patted Bell on the shoulder and left the room.

Back in his room, Jason turned on his computer again. On the computer screen, Tim's strategizing appearance in a suit made him even more irritable, and with a wave of his hand, the computer flew from its original position to the ground, making a sound of smashing pong.

"Hey! Man, are you okay? ”

A tenant passing by outside the door was startled by the loud noise coming from inside, and asked with some concern.

“... It's fine, just accidentally knocked the dishes off"

"Oh, then be careful"

The voice outside the door was quiet, but Jason's anger burned even louder.

"This is your new Robin? As naïve as you? Can't you two even deal with the drug dealers in Gotham?!! It's ridiculous."

After taking two deep breaths and finally preventing his chest from bursting, Jason said as if to himself:

"Bruce, you're really a firefighter like you say you are, and you can't do anything without something happening. If you can't, then I'll do it my way."