Bruce takes Jason back to the Capuch's base, because it is getting late, almost all the children have come back to sleep, and they see Jason covered in blood being carried back by a strange weirdo, and Bruce is attacked by a group that he has never encountered in his life.

The children were like savage and vicious stray cats, baring their fangs and claws at anyone they felt was an enemy, even if they knew they might not be an opponent.

Fortunately, Jason was only stabbed, and although the amount of bleeding looked terrifying, it did not endanger his internal organs, and he said in a weak voice, "Don't do it!"

The volume of this sentence was actually very small, because Jason didn't dare to exert force, but as soon as he finished speaking, the whole scene fell silent, and the execution of these children made Bruce feel very surprised.

Although everyone was still looking at him with resentment, no one attacked him.

Bruce often puts himself in the role of Jason, thinking about whether his eleven-year-old self can do this, and he thinks that it is not difficult to lead the Capuchs to riches, but the difficult thing is how to get them to their hearts, which Batman has never been good at.

But for Jason, it was easy, Jason gasped for breath, and then said, "I'm fine, it's a trauma, the eldest sister went to get the first aid kit in the cupboard, the Cookie sisters went to get the needle and thread, Ellie took a basin of water, I remember there should still be iodine volt...... Whoever of you is looking for it, everyone else will leave here and go back to sleep, and tomorrow will have to work."

In less than a second, the children scattered in a hurry, and although many people turned their heads and looked at Jason with very concerned eyes, they obediently obeyed the order and left.

Bruce thought it was incredible, but he knew that now was not the time to be surprised, so he put the props in place and began to prepare for Jason to stitch up the wound.

Jason saw that the man in front of him wearing a red hood showed his hands, and the eldest sister next to him screamed in fright, but quickly covered her mouth, because the hands were almost skinless, and the muscles and joints could be seen clearly.

Suddenly, Jason began to struggle, and he pushed Bruce aside and said, "Big sister, come here, I'll teach you how to do it......

"What's wrong with you?" Bruce grabbed him and said, "I'll give first aid, and I'll stitch up the wound too, you can't move or you'll bleed more."

"Fuck off, I don't want strangers to touch me!" Jason tilted his head to the side, Bruce looked at him and didn't move, and the eldest sister didn't dare to pull him rashly, after all, Jason was still in his hands.

Jason sighed and said, "Okay, the method that the professor taught me, I still haven't understood it, I mean, your hands can't touch water, don't you know that such an injury, touching water can be infected?"

Bruce glanced down at his hand, but it didn't hurt at all.

Connors's new lizard potion has added some neurological achievements that can largely block out pain, and Bruce's current feeling of losing his skin is that he occasionally itches all over his body, and some parts of his body will throb like an electric shock, but it is not a severe pain.

Bruce paused, but let go, and he turned to the girl next to him and said, "Come here, I'll show you how to get it......

The two of them were young and had never done much rough work, so their skin was well maintained, and the stitches were more delicate, so they would not touch the wound, which could alleviate Jason's pain.

There must be nothing in these humble basements, and Bruce looked around at the children here for a week, and he found that no one had asked for some special medicine.

After spending so many days in the slums, Bruce knew that the children here were not so innocent, they actually knew everything, and they didn't say it now, obviously not because they didn't expect certain drugs to relieve pain, but because they didn't dare to say it.

Jason must have been very disgusted with the drugs, and because he was so prestigious among the children, no one dared to speak.

Seeing Jason's pale face, Bruce knew that he must be in pain now, but in this dilapidated and humble underground base, Batman can't change out of thin air

With a bottle of anesthetic, he could only carry Jason back to the bed in his small single room, and then sat down on the floor next to the bed.

The windowless basement was particularly dark and oppressive, and the light from the bulbs hanging overhead was also dim, not bright enough at all, everything was quiet, and neither of them looked at each other.

"Are you hurting?" Jason said suddenly.

Bruce thought he had misheard, and he asked, "What?"

"I asked, do you hurt?" Jason emphasized again.

Bruce froze for a moment, then looked at his hands, and said, "No, I don't feel anything."

"We're all like this...... Jason's voice was low, as if he was enduring something, he said, "Even if it hurts, you must not cry out, if I cry first, they will cry too, if we all cry, then it will be over."

Bruce's hand on the side of the bed trembled, he turned his head to look at Jason, but only saw his pale face, Jason said again, "This is probably the most important truth today, if you want to join the gang, then you must not cry out in pain."

"Even if you are dying of pain, or if you are really dying, you must not cry out for pain, you must not shed tears, you must not show weakness to anyone or anything, let them feel that you can bite off a piece of their flesh before you die......

Bruce closed his eyes for a moment, looked at Jason and said, "But you're not like that, are you?" You're not so violent, you're not so strong, you want to cry, right?"

Jason rolled over, lay flat on the bed and closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, and he said, "I've lived like this since I was a kid, and I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but now I feel sad, not because the wound hurts."

"What's that?" Bruce asked.

"I see a different kind of life, one that I prefer to dream of......" Jason's tone began to tremble a little, and he said, "Stay in a classroom and talk about all kinds of problems with professors who like me so much, questions that have nothing to do with filling your stomach......

"But that time is always short-lived, and I still have to come back here and bear the pain and live this life."

Bruce couldn't believe that he heard such a heavy tone in an eleven-year-old child, and he asked, "Why don't you leave?"

"Then why don't you leave? Batman?" Jason said like a dream, "Why don't you leave this rotten city? Bruce Wayne?"

At this moment, Bruce hazely felt that Jason might have been inspired by something and no longer looked like him.

He didn't look like an eleven-year-old kid at all, he was trying to read Batman's soul, but instead of going crazy about it, he asked him about it.

During the two months he spent in the slums, countless times of despair invaded his heart, but Bruce looked back and never thought of leaving Gotham, even in the most disappointing moments.

Pain is suffering, but the means of liberation never include escaping from here.

"I was amused when I didn't know you were Batman, and you said you were going to put order back here, but I decided to help you, because whether you succeed or not, at least you'll know that someone is on your side."

"After I knew you were Batman, I decided to help you because we were alike...... You can go, and so can I."

Bruce saw that Jason's body was trembling, and he reached out and touched the side of Jason's neck, and found that his body temperature was a little low.

Bruce stood up, touched the basement wall, and said, "It's cooling down outside, maybe it's a typhoon, and it can't go on like this......

Since the underground of Gotham turned into ice, the average annual temperature of the whole city has plummeted by more than ten degrees, and it is already close to catching up with the high latitudes.

After speaking with the last of his strength, Jason stopped speaking, and his breathing began to grow leisurely

Long, it seems to be sinking into sleep, but the body has been shaking because of the cold.

In a trance, he felt someone hugging him, but he felt it was an illusion because no one had ever hugged him since he was born.

The embrace was so warm that it reminded Jason of a fairy tale where the little match girl struck the match and saw all sorts of wonderful scenes.

With such a sweet dream, he slept until dawn, and when he woke up, he felt much better, and at this time, Bruce walked in, still holding a steaming steak in his hand.

Jason reluctantly sat up, and he asked, "Where did you get this?"

"The owner of the restaurant next to me had a flooded car that couldn't catch fire, so I helped him fix it, and he gave me breakfast." Bruce handed the plate to Jason, and the soul-like scent made Jason's eyes straighten.

"Eat, you need a little more nutrition." Bruce handed the plate to Jason, who swallowed and said, "No, it's the loot you got, I can't ......ask for it."

"Don't you want to charge tuition?" Bruce sat down, looked Jason in the eye and said, "I can help you get your breakfast every day, and that's what I pay for my tuition."

Jason sighed, picked up the plate and took a hard bite of the steak, chewing as he said, "The first lesson of the day is that only big guys eat breakfast."

Jason gobbled down the steak and felt more powerful, then he looked at Bruce and asked, "Wait, you just said that the restaurant owner's car was flooded, why was it flooded?"

"Don't you know? Yesterday it rained heavily overnight, probably the heaviest in Gotham in five years, and many places were flooded."

Jason's eyes widened and he immediately wanted to get out of bed, but Bruce stopped him and said, "Where are you going? Your wounds ......."

Jason smacked the bed board hard and said, "Are you stupid? Do you think that anyone's house is like your Wayne Building, not afraid of wind or rain, and can be left there alone?"

"Our two strongholds on the front street and back street must have also been flooded, and the basement is low. There may be water leaks, I have to organize the children to repair the leaks, in case there is too much water, our rain boots are all bargains, water seeps in, and if it freezes again at night, it is very likely that it will get frostbite......

Jason limped off the ground, but Bruce pushed him back into bed and said, "What are you going to do, just tell me and I can direct them."

Jason waved his hand impatiently and said, "You can't command them."

Looking at Bruce's disbelieving eyes, Jason sighed, sat on the bed, and said helplessly, "...... Well, you can go and try it, may God bless you."

Seeing Jason lie down again, Bruce walked out the door and began to explain to the children what Jason had told him before.

But soon, Bruce discovers that the experience of directing the children brings back some of his previous bad memories.

Bringing an Aisha and allowing him to write a pedagogy of human cubs almost from scratch, and here, there are more than twenty Aisha.