Walking in the alleyway, he may or may not remember this place. What is he running? By the way, who was the man who fought with that guy just now?

After running for a while, the man made sure that no one was catching up behind him, so he gradually slowed down his pace and walked aimlessly in these somewhat familiar alleys.

Voices kept coming to his head, and there were some footage of images that he seemed to know.

Eventually, the man stopped his aimless steps and leaned against the mossy wall, his head aching violently as footage flashed through his mind. Who is he? What is he doing here? Fragments of memories kept flashing through his mind, and he saw a familiar face, and he knew him but couldn't remember his name.

[Don't punch too straight, that will cause a lot of damage to your wrist]

[Yes, that's all.] The force can be a little bigger]

[No, no, you have to work your waist so that you can maximize the power of your punches]

[The response is a little slow]

[The flaw on the left side is a bit big]

[Well done, Jason]

Who is Jason? Why did the man look at him with a gentle smile? Is that his name? Jason, a very common name. Who is this man?

The man thought about it carefully, but was interrupted by a severe headache.

[Hey boy, are you going to sleep in your uniform?] 】

[I want you to take care of it]

[You're short enough, be careful to grow tall when you sleep in a uniform]

【Long-winded】

[Take off my uniform]

[What does it have to do with you, you nymphomaniac who likes to sleep naked]

[Who is a nymphomaniac!] 】

[Young masters, it's time to go to bed now]

[Take off your uniform for me!] Who would sleep in tights]

[No, I like it]

Who was arguing in his head, and who was the man who was wearing only one panties? Why are they arguing? Who was the old man standing in the doorway?

Fragments of shattered, incoherent memories kept alternating in his mind, making his brain almost lose command of his body.

The man stumbled down the alleyway, and the sudden fragments of memory slashed his head like blades.

There was a sound of fighting mixed with gunshots at the entrance of the alley, and the man covered his head to look at the source of the sound, and he couldn't tell if it was his chaotic memory or the real thing.

Instinctively, he nested himself in the shadows, and he didn't know why this action seemed to be done hundreds or thousands of times, and he didn't even need to pass through his brain, so he did it subconsciously.

Enduring the sharp pain in his head, he carefully observed the movement at the entrance of the alley, he didn't know what he was going to observe, but he did it instinctively.

A guy hurried across the alley, with an expression like he was hiding from the world's scariest goblin. Soon a strangely dressed man caught up with him from behind, dragging him back into the shadows with one hand, followed by the sound of a fight mixed with some screams.

The black figure only flickered at the mouth of the alley, but it was like a thread that connected all the fragments of memories in his mind.

A huge amount of information is revived in the brain, causing a super load on the brain. It was as if the brain had been pierced by countless small needles, causing severe pain, forcing the man to kneel on the ground and wait for the pain to pass.

His temples suddenly jumped as if they were about to burst, and the man heard his own heartbeat. He knew the man, he was ..... He is... His name is...

The man hurried towards the alley, he wanted to go back...

Where to go?

Back to them...

Who are they?

Go home....

Family? Where is home?

In that person's place..

"Cloth...."

The man finally moved to the entrance of the alley, but when the name that had been called a thousand times was blurted out, he was stopped by the figure standing next to the man.

The thin figure was dressed in his familiar uniform, with the emblem he knew all too well on his chest, like a basin of cold water that had penetrated into his bones and poured him from head to toe.

He's going back!

Where to go?

Go home!

Family? Where is home?

Ah, he has no home for a long time, and the only place he can go back to now has a new owner......

When he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, everything in his dream was so clear, because it was his real memory. On that day, he returned to Gotham, and it was also on that day that he lost his reason to come back.

Lying in bed for a long time, the body has no intention of falling asleep again. Jason had to get out of bed and go into the bathroom to take a shower to fix the sticky touch of his skin caused by the dream.

He thought he would be on an equal footing with Dick, and maybe even more important than Dick, and he hoped so.

But reality played a big joke on him, the clown is still alive. He couldn't believe what he had heard, but the Joker was still alive, alive and well in Arkham.

He thought he would be more important to Bruce, and during the time he spent with Bruce, he thought that he had really found a "father" and had a home, but it seemed that all this was just wishful thinking on his part.

The title "Allies and Partners" carved on his tombstone at a sufficient distance indicates their true relationship, and he has no relationship with the Wayne family after all.

Glancing at the face reflected in the mirror, the red hair color in her memory can now only be seen in the sunlight, and the two strands of white hair on her forehead that are considered very trendy, only she knows that those two strands of white hair have no possibility of turning black again:

"It's miserable enough"

Jason knew why he dreamed of that day if he saw the car that was going to pick up the boy who had replaced him tonight.

During this time, his plans were frustrated at every turn, both from that "replacement" and more from Batman himself.

Even if he hadn't died, he and Bruce would have parted ways because of disagreements, just as Dick had done when he left Wayne Manor.

Bruce's approach to criminals has made him feel weak, and he can't stop any criminals at all, especially in a place like Gotham, where any problem can be solved with just a little money, a city that is rotten from top to bottom.

Bruce's actions are nothing more than ending the crime, catching the criminal, sending him to court, and then either acquittal, bail, or... Jailbreak. This boring game of cat and mouse goes on and on.

I took a shower and let my tense nerves relax again. Reason broke free from the emotions in the dream, and what he needed to think about now was more realistic questions. In such a passive sabotage plan, his ultimate goal is difficult to implement.

"Perhaps, it's time to take the initiative to say hello!"