Bruce Wayne has a hobby that has survived since childhood.

Since the death of his parents, the happiness and liveliness that belonged to his children had all but disappeared from him, and it was only when he followed Alfred on a damp, flower-scented path outside the manor that he revived.

At the end of the road was a mailbox, which was attached to the pillar of the main entrance, a quarter of a mile from the house. What ignited the passion in Bruce's heart at that time was the first edition of the book wrapped in a small blue box in the mailbox.

Admittedly, collecting the first editions of books is no ordinary boy's pastime, but Bruce Wayne is clearly not your average boy. He found the process of finding these books more appealing than the [pig] [pig] [island] novel huhu.m itself.

There are only two people in the world who know about this tradition, apart from Bruce himself and Alfred. One of them, who wears a mask, lives a double life, and fights like the one who raised him, his name is Nightwing.

And the other, until recently, was believed to have died.

That's why Alfred was so shocked when he found the blue box in the mailbox on the column.

Inside the box was a first edition of the book with a vermilion cover and gold trim, and on it lay a small green gift box, which was wrapped in a purple ribbon and tied with a beautiful bow.

Under the gift box was a note pressed with the words: "

Bruce & Alfred:

It's just a book to add to the collection.

Cheers!

- Jason"

The gift box contained a pinch of green hair and a card.

DNA testing confirmed that the hair came from the head of the clown himself. On the card, it reads "Crime Alley".

Red Hood catches the clown. And this is an invitation to Batman.

Crime Alley.

It's been more than twenty years since the Waynes fell here. Every street in Gotham is changing. are getting better because more and more brave people are coming forward, but this alley. But it seems to be set in stone.

The light wiring in the alley was so old that it seemed to be overwhelmed by the need to take on the lighting. There are two garbage bins filled with overflowing garbage in the eerie alleyway, and a foul smell can be faintly smelled throughout the alley.

It was here that Batman picked up a kid who stole his wheels and transformed his life.

Going back even further, this place is also the place where Bruce's parents were shot and Batman was created.

Therefore, it is not difficult to guess that Jason would choose to find out in this place, but Roy kept his promise to Jason. Didn't interfere in the matter. As he said, it was a family affair and he was just an outsider.

Batman and the Red Hood are in the old apartment directly across from the roof where he stood. The two fought fiercely, going from room to room, breaking through wall after wall. The two of them are like two moving arsenals, Batman has a universal belt, but the red hood and black jacket are also like a treasure chest. The two of them have all kinds of weapons and tricks, and they are dazzlingly gorgeous.

In the years since he left Gotham, Jason has really improved a lot. He's no longer the kid who followed Batman back then. Not only is he more mature in his skills, but he also has the perseverance of a man.

A father will feel somewhat gratified to see his son's progress.

And what does Batman think now?

Is he grieving that he had to meet his son and recalling the blame for not being able to save Jason? Also pleased with Jason's progress?

But after all, he is the one who taught Jason how to fight, and he is the one who watches the big boy in front of him grow up little by little. He knew what the kid was thinking, and he knew it a long time ago. Just as every father knows his children.

So Jason still failed to surpass his father in the end.

The red helmet was shattered in half by Batman's hammer-like fist and rolled into the corner. Jason's arsenal-like coat had just been set on fire by Batman's tricks and burned to ashes. He leaned against the corner. His eyes were fixed on Batman, gasping for air.

"I tried to save you, Jason......" Batman's voice was completely devoid of its usual majesty and power. Sounding vicissitudes and tiredness at the moment, "I'll do my best to save you...... Still haven't given up. ”

Jason snorted and sneered twice.

He abruptly pulled his spare pistol from under his trouser leg and loaded it neatly at Batman.

"You don't really think that's what I care about, do you? You let me be beaten to death? ”

"I don't know what is clouding your judgment, your guilt? Or is it an outdated morality? His voice almost trembled as he said this, "I forgive you for not saving me, Bruce, I understand." ”

"But for God's sake, why!"

He kicked down an old wooden door beside him.

"This pest is still alive?"

A horrified laugh was heard, and the clown was tied to a wooden chair, his hands tied behind the chair, grinning wildly with his white teeth.

"I thought I would be the last person you allowed him to kill." Jason gritted his teeth and said, "If you were caught, abused, beaten, and brutally murdered, I would swear that even if I dig three feet into the ground, I will pull this guy out and let him be crushed!" ”

Batman closed his eyes and hung his head unconsciously: "I...... I'm sorry, Jason. But I can't. ”

"Well, I've known that for a long time." Jason said, tossing the other gun to Batman, who subconsciously caught it.

Jason put a gun to the Joker's temple: "Now, if you don't kill this crazy scumbag, I'll do it." Want to stop me? Then you can only blow my brain out with one shot, or I'll let this happen to him!" ”

The clown looked excited, without any sense of urgency that life and death hung by a thread: "Oh my God, this is even more exciting than I imagined!" ”

"Stop!" Batman yelled, "Don't ......"

"He or me, you read the book (wuuanu.com) to decide!" Jason shouted, "I'll count to three......"

"Don't!"

The Dark Knight's arm almost vanished, and a dart flew out with the swing of his cloak. The batrang swirled and bounced off the pipe, slitting Jason's shoulder, causing his whole hand to let go of the gun.

"You've won! Oh my God, I love you to death! You can always find a win-win situation, you slick and seasoned clairvoyant dark sharpshooter! The clown laughed and screamed.

Jason gritted his teeth and half-crouched up, pulled out the detonator with the last of his strength, and pressed the switch.

The bombs planted throughout the apartment were activated at the same time, making a ticking sound like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper.

"No!"

Batman roared and quickly stepped forward to secure Jason under the wide cloak.

The explosion was like a firework, rising up in Crime Alley like a carnival. (To be continued.) )