A dart slid over a straight track, firmly attached to the photograph attached to the wall, and shivered slightly. The man sitting on the sofa watched gloomily as the tip of the dart poked into the cheek of the person in the photo, and his original target was the forehead of the photo.

The left hand caressed the carefully bandaged right shoulder, which was one of the reasons for the loss of his head, and the other reason was the restlessness in his heart.

The anger that had nowhere to vent made him go berserk, and the wound on his shoulder came from the man. The man was still the same, and his skills had not become dull at all due to the loss of time, but had become sharper. And his youth didn't give him much of an advantage in this fight. However, what was more unbearable than the wounds on his body was the frustration that came from within.

Little did he know that Bruce not only didn't kill the Joker, but even tried to protect the scum from under him. In order to protect that garbage, he even did not hesitate to kill himself. Yes, Batman doesn't kill people, but that doesn't mean he won't break every bone in your body. Protected by strong abdominal muscles and lateral rib muscles, the ribs that still ache faintly speak for themselves.

He thought that the happy time they had together would give him a place in Bruce's heart, if not as good as Dick, at least a little higher than those Gotham trash, but now it seemed that he was overestimating his place, and in that man's mind he was not even as good as the Joker.

This conclusion made the man completely lose his mind, and he pulled out the gun in his arms and aimed at the photo on the wall and fired several shots in succession, until the sound of empty bullets in the chamber of the gun was continuously released.

The room was filled with the pungent smoke of gunpowder and the sound of heavy breathing. The man's chest heaved violently until the smoke cleared. The photograph on the wall had been battered and so badly discerned that it was barely recognizable as a helmet.

After venting his emotions, the returned sanity told him that now was not the time to discuss such a thing, and that the Joker had left Arkham and that Black Mask was not dead. Although Black Mask was thrown into Arkham, according to past practice, he wouldn't be squatting there for too long, judging by his connections and money.

In order to squeeze out Black Mask's territory and attract more drug dealers, the money he had saved before was almost spent. The way Black Mask declared war on him was stupid but effective, and both Black Mask and him, the territory and manpower were deeply hit. Coupled with the establishment of several negative examples, it is now difficult for him to win over more people through intimidation.

One of his goals is to disrupt the distribution of Gotham's underground forces, which will make the Gotham underground world, which was originally suppressed by a few bigwigs, even more chaotic. Only these guys messing up Gotham will be safer.

The clown comes out, and the originally quiet clown gang will be active again. There is a good chance that this controllable chaos will be out of his control, and he must be prepared, and this time he will make the Joker disappear from this world completely no matter what...... Anyone who gets in his way must be eliminated ....

“... Anyone! ”

Jason looked at the photographic wreckage on the wall, and looked back at the piles of goods behind him.

..............................................

"Master Bruce, you need something to eat."

Alfred took the plate and looked at the man who had been standing in front of the display case as soon as he returned, and he had been standing there looking at the uniform inside. Alfred didn't ask, he was waiting, waiting for Brudy to come to his own conclusions.

"Ah Fu, I saw him"

Alfred didn't ask anything, he knew who the "he" in Bruce's mouth meant.

"He grew up, in a place and time I don't know"

Bruce's voice was calm, as if it had been mechanically synthesized. There was still a shallow mark of blood on the handsome face, but it was almost the sharp blade that could easily cut through the bat rope would have cut his skull directly from that position.

“... That's not your fault, Master Bruce."

Alfred, who had no idea what to say at all, could only try to comfort the man with the simplest of words. But his words didn't serve their intended purpose, more like a drop of concentrated sulfuric acid dripping into Bruce's otherwise calm voice.

"Of course it's my fault, arrogance! Stupidity! Opinionated! ”

Bruce's anger at himself was all condensed in this sentence.

If he had told Jason when he found his mother; If he could have followed Jason while he was looking for the woman; If he could have asked Clark to save Jason at that point; If..... If he finds Jason when he is resurrected.

He gave up so early that he didn't even know what brought Jason back to life. Who exactly dug up the grave and took Jason? If he was holding on, if he had thought of going to Talia from the very beginning.... Too many ifs...... Too many possibilities.... Too much ..... Mistake.........

Of course it was his fault, he adopted Jason not just out of sympathy, he discovered the child's talent and took him out of that world in order to avoid him going astray, but he failed to protect him, and he lost the child when he was not enough to protect himself.

He was not a good father, and Dick had accused him of his actions more than once, and he had let Dick down.

Jason never understood what a normal father should behave like, so he never questioned his behavior... But... He still let him down.

If he hadn't adopted him in the first place, Jason would have had to live like this, he could have grown up in a welfare home like any other orphan, and then learned a trade, went to have an ordinary relationship, and lived like an ordinary person........

"If you hadn't discovered him in the first place, he would have died..."

Alfred was the man who knew Bruce in the world, and he had "heard" how the man was silently rebuking him. He didn't think that not being Robin would put Jason's life on the right track.

He was powerless to change everything that had happened in the past, and could only sincerely hope that this man would not plunge himself into pain again.

“...... So what is he now? ”

Alfred's words didn't make Bruce much better, and he saw the boy, a soul filled with anger and tyranny, just as Talia and Sersi had predicted. He was helpless, not knowing how to calm the anguished soul.

"Ah Fu, let a crazy soul tear apart the cause that drove him crazy, and it will calm down?"

Bruce asked this mindless question coldly.

“... No, I don't think so, venting the pain doesn't ease the pain...."

Alfred said a common-sense answer.

“... Isn't it?"