Jason was thrown into a room like a broken sack, and his inertia forced him to roll twice on the floor before hitting the wall before stopping.

The impact of the impact finally brought Jason's buzzing brain back to work a little.

Rolling over with all his might, he lay on his back on the cold ground, waiting for the buzzing and ringing in his head to pass.

“...... Cough.... Ahem...... Whew......"

The dust in the air choked Jason, and he coughed a little harder, and a dull pain came from his chest, forcing him to try to resist the urge to cough.

Lying on the floor for a while, Jason began to have the extra energy to observe the room after getting used to the dimness of the room.

"Humph! It's really heavy..."

His hands were tied behind his back, and his arms were just padded to his chest in a flat position, and the place where he was beaten in his chest was painful.

There was nothing in the room except for what was supposed to be a bed, and judging by the smell of dust in the air, it should have not been used in a long time.

Aside from the door he had been thrown into, there was only a small window in the wall opposite the door, so small and so high that Jason didn't think he could climb the vertically smooth wall with his bare hands and escape from the void that he couldn't get out of with his current physique, no matter how he looked at it.

Escape plan 1 abandoned.

There wasn't much light coming in through the small window, but the cold wind kept pouring into the room from that window, and the temperature in the room was so low that Jason felt like he was going to freeze to death before something could be done......

The door was opened again, and the bright light shone on Jason's eyes through the figures of several people from outside the door, making his pupils that had been used to the darkness contract violently, and the strong stimulation made his eyes secrete tears of reason, all of which seemed to have another meaning in the eyes of the visitor:

"Oh? Scared now? ”

The visitor bent down and looked at Jason with a playful smile. The smile that seemed like a mask had been buried under his skin made Jason want to punch him in the face.

"Don't worry, if you are very well-behaved, there will be a gentleman who will take a fancy to you, so that you can live a life without worrying about food and clothing"

What a classic opening line, Jason, who has been at the bottom of Gotham for a long time, has seen many guys who coax little girls or boys to be prostitutes with that sentence as the opening line.

And then what? Do you want to cooperate and ask, 'Really?' However, Jason decided not to cooperate with him, because the guy was wearing clothes that looked very similar to Alfred, but his sound like a male duck getting stuck in the neck really didn't give Jason the same impression as Alfred.

"Huh?"

When he got closer, the man saw that Jason had a clear bruise on his right eye, and the mask of the smirk collapsed instantly:

"Who hit it?"

The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees with the man's voice, and Jason shuddered.

"He's struggling so much..."

The man who stood up, before he finished speaking, was punched in the face by the male duck man's backhand:

"Bastard, this is an important commodity!"

The duck man said as he turned to leave:

"Let Aisha come and deal with it, the auction in a few days will definitely not allow any defects in the goods, and who else will open the ventilation window above?"

It wasn't long before the door closed and opened again. A fat woman walked in through the door, her wide buttocks making Jason wonder if she would get stuck through the narrow little door.

The woman brought a quilt that looked very thin and a ladder. The quilt was thrown on the humble bed, stirring up a burst of dust, which made Jason want to cough again, and then propped up the ladder against the wall, staggered up and closed the ventilation window, and after the cold air was isolated, Jason immediately felt that his cold body seemed to be easing.

The woman walked up to Jason and took out a knife, and just as Jason was struggling to scream or roll on the spot away from her attack range, the knife cut the rope that bound Jason's hands and feet, and then threw him an ice pack:

"Don't try to run away"

The woman said this in a shrill voice that did not match her size at all, and left the room.

Jason got up from the ground, picked up the ice pack and put it on his face, even if there were no mirrors here, the hot cheeks and eye sockets were probably not too pretty, tomorrow was not expected to look too good in his previous experience.

The ladder left by the woman was still against the wall, and Jason climbed up, barely able to see out of the window at his height, the window was so small that a 3-year-old could barely climb out. Through the window, Jason saw a snow-covered land just a stone's throw away.

“... Basement ah"

This place is supposed to be used for a guy like him who can escape, but judging from the environment here, there should be very few guys like him who have managed to escape.

"Hmm..."

Jason sat on the edge of the bed and accidentally pulled to the chest where he was beaten, causing a muffled grunt.

He ran twice, and both times Bruce found him easily, and this time he didn't know if he could be found, and if they hadn't found him, they would have thought he had run again.

Maybe they'll be looking for him, and if they can't find him, they'll give up.

The duck man had said that there would be an auction in two days, and Bruce had said that the pedophile would invite him to a private party as well...... I don't know if the two are related.

Worst of all, he was pressed to the stage for an auction, and then Bruce sat down to bid............ It was so embarrassing to be laughed to death by Dick's guy, and Jason could almost hear Dick's nasty laugh ringing in his ears...........

Who knows, maybe this is the best outcome, but the real bad thing is that these two things are not the same thing at all.

In that case, maybe he won't be able to go back to that house again.

Will Bruce look for him? Probably not. Both Bruce and Batman have a lot to do, Jason. Todd was nothing more than a street thug.

Because Bruce's good intentions saved the imp, it's not worth spending too much effort to find.

If it was him, he would choose to give up. Normally, you will choose to give up.

Jason lay on the bare bed and buried his face in the thin quilt, a smell of mold and dampness wafted into his nostrils, he missed the big luxurious bed that kept him awake, the comfortable hardness of the bed, and the big quilt on top that was always full of dry fragrance.

“..... I knew I was going to go undercover today, so I should have brought something out.........."