Bruce jumped onto the balcony and saw Jason standing still and the unrecognizable male corpse lying on the ground.

"Let's get out of here first"

The gunshots prompted neighbors to call the police, and the shrill sirens honked from near and far reminding them that they should not stay here for long.

After flying over two buildings with Jason in succession, after making sure that this place would not become a place of police attention, Bruce looked at Jason, who had been silent, and asked:

"What happened?"

Jason just kept his head down and didn't react at all to Bruce's questioning. He didn't understand why the man had to tell him that at the last minute, why the man had chosen to kill himself, and he had even figured out how to face Bruce after killing the man.

“... You killed him? ”

Bruce certainly didn't believe Jason would do this, and while there were countless reasons to resent the man, at least not to the point of killing him. Bruce would ask this just to break Jason's silence.

"I didn't!"

Jason hurriedly denied it, although he did have this thought, even if the man didn't kill himself, he would do it, but he didn't have it after all.

"So what the hell is going on?"

Jason looked at Bruce for a long time and then just twisted his head to the side and refused to answer the question.

“... We'll go back and talk about it."

Bruce pressed the remote control device, and soon the batmachine appeared above the two men, and its excellent stealth ability made it noise even less than the sound of the wind.

The batmachine quickly returned to the Batcave, and as soon as the plane came to a stop, Jason jumped off the plane and rushed out of here.

"Jason!"

Bruce's shouting in the back only made Jason leave more quickly.

Looking at Jason's figure obscured by the elevator door, Bruce sighed.

"I think Master Jason will get through, don't worry too much"

Alfred had already guessed what had happened from the surveillance footage, and although the man didn't deserve to be called Jason's father, he was in the same vein. In the face of his death, Jason is not comfortable.

“... It's not that I'm worried about this, Jason should have had a chance to stop that man's suicide"

Bruce took off his helmet and set it aside, his concern was not this, but something worse.

Jason's stunned expression as he stood next to the corpse worried Bruce, an expression that could only be described as indifference.

Maybe they're all wrong, it's not that Jason doesn't hold grudges, it's just that his hatred is buried deep, so deep that people can't detect it, Jason doesn't handle emotions better than Dick, he may be more extreme than Bruce emotionally.

Bruce knew that Jason was certainly not the one who killed the man, but Bruce was also sure that Jason must not have prevented the man from committing suicide.

"Don't you also maintain an attitude of not killing but not saving those who have unforgivable crimes?"

Alfred didn't understand why Bruce was worried about Jason inheriting him, and in Alfred's view, resentment was also part of normal human emotions, and no one could force anyone to forgive something.

“... That's different, Ah Fu."

Bruce whispered, it wasn't the same. Growing up in a violent environment, Jason lacks the most basic fear of death and has an undeserved disregard for life.

This is not only manifested in his attitude towards other people, but also in his own life.

Now every night on the night watch, Jason's increasingly impulsive and violent behavior worries Bruce, Robin's uniform does have a certain bulletproof function, but at such a close distance in the face of the opponent's machine gun strafing behavior, Jason rushed straight over, Bruce couldn't imagine that if a bullet hit Jason's defenseless face....

"Maybe Jason should be asked to stop the Robin lifestyle..."

Bruce felt that he should do something to help Jason get a sense of society.

"I don't think Master Jason will be happy to hear this."

Alfred watched Jason move into Wayne Manor, watching the kid work hard step by step, Bruce's decision was undoubtedly a negation of all his previous efforts, and Jason would certainly not be happy to hear such news.

"I know. Ah Fu, I know..."

Bruce never felt that taking care of children would be so tiring, although Dick often caused trouble when he was a child, and sometimes he even needed Clark to help him wipe his ass, but he at least had the same basic values as Bruce, which was related to the normal social cognition they received from childhood.

Jason is a child who has not received normal social cognition, his values are different from theirs, and even if the current living environment changes, it still can't change Jason's values and social outlook formed from the bottom of Gotham's society. Once this kind of thing is formed, it becomes very difficult to change.

Jason's current behavior is becoming more and more violent and advocacious, which is the truth that he subconsciously believes.

Maybe it's time to get Jason away from Robin's violent lifestyle...........

Jason didn't know anything about Bruce and Alfred's discussion, and he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling thinking about the man's last expression.

He had never seen that man show such a gentle smile, and the man in his memory was always full of anger on his face, glaring and cursing at him at all times, and whenever he could only keep his head down to avoid meeting the man's gaze, otherwise he would be beaten badly.

"Sheila Heywood...."

There was never anything associated with his mother in the house, whether it was a photograph or a souvenir book, and it was the first time he had heard his mother's name.

I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, looking at the increasingly mature face in the mirror.

“... Is it exactly the same? ”

Looking at the face in the mirror that he had looked at many times, Jason still couldn't imagine what effect it would have on a woman's face.

I went back to my room and looked at my laptop lying on the bed.

Open it, type in Sheila Heywood's name, and the finger finally doesn't have the courage to drop above the key. Closed the computer and threw it aside, turning over and refusing to think about it again.

"What can you do if you know the name? Do you want to run and ask her why she abandoned herself? Hmph, don't be funny, the woman who would be called a rotten woman by that guy probably won't be a good person.........."

After talking to himself as if hypnotized for a long time, Jason finally sat up again, turned on the computer again, typed in the woman's name, and pressed the search button.

The computer quickly fed back the information, and looking at the pages full of information about a woman named Sheila Heywood, Jason's eyes twitched fiercely and said:

"Why do women like to have heavy names so much?"