"There's something strange about this, and it's very strange......"

"Needless to say, I know all about it." Jason stared blankly from the sidelines.

He didn't have the same level of knowledge about the anatomy as Bruce and Alfred.

But in Gotham over the years, I have never eaten pork seriously, and I have seen many strange-shaped pigs run in front of me.

Even if he doesn't have enough medical experience, he can realize that this is almost Bruce Wayne's body.

It's just that it seems that because of the different experiences, there are still some slight differences between the body and the well-known Bruce Wayne.

"It's not a clone, and no prosthetics have been found on the face."

Alfred was silent for a moment, a little reluctantly, but he finished the rest of his words.

"This is Bruce Wayne's body, not like anyone else."

"Yes, it happens to be the 'Talon' sent by the Owl Court, so their behavior pattern can also be explained."

Bruce is a little hard to accept, but this is the most likely truth at the moment.

"Do you need me to call that guy from Seaside City back?"

Jason folded his arms and looked at his disfigured uniform that had been ruined by graffiti.

Although there is a bit of a contradiction with that guy, he is the first Robin to follow Batman.

"No, I can fix this."

Bruce said in a deep voice.

"Alfred, can you help me rebuild my uniform? I'm outdated. ”

Jason shrugged his shoulders and didn't respond to Bruce's words.

Now that he's made up his mind, Jason doesn't decide to interfere with him either.

"Okay, but I'll finish the sewing work on hand first."

“…… Thank you all these years. ”

Jason was silent for a long time, and finally a slurred sentence came out of his mouth.

In his own consciousness, he seems to have been sleeping, and although he occasionally struggles, he is still firmly pressed by the darkness.

Until a great pain came through his body and made him completely awake.

And the darkness that had been suppressing himself before, and the seemingly huge and endless darkness had weakened a lot.

After constantly breaking free, finally, his consciousness returned to this world.

From the hospital clock, Jason knew how long he had been asleep.

He ran all the way back almost in a hospital gown.

However, his "stronghold" was still clean and clean, without the expected thick dust.

He changed his clothes, took his twin guns, and ran towards the bat cave in high spirits.

But as soon as he walked into the bat cave, the violent gunfire made him tense instantly.

Fortunately, both Bruce and Alfred are fine.

After saying this, there was a moment of silence in the bat cave.

"The tone of the uniform is still red, right?"

In the end, Ah Fu skillfully knotted the thread in his hand, turned around and walked towards the sink, and only said the first words after this silence.

"Hmm!" Jason was also very appreciative, and even responded.

"Oh my God, I've been looking forward to this scene for the past two years." Alfred walked to the room where the suits were made, and even a little geared up.

"Bruce! Take that garment with graffiti on it and burn it! ”

"Good ......"

Bruce was also a little helpless, where is this like an old man?

Originally, this dress was used by Bruce to remind himself every day, and it was his gaffe at that time that caused the tragic consequences.

But now that Jason is back, this wakefulness seems to be a constant revelation of his scars.

Bruce walked over to the suit.

Indeed, I have not been used to this ugly graffiti for a long time.

Douse the gasoline and burn it clean.

On the other side, Alfred, who was measuring Jason's body measurements, wiped his eyes.

"It's alright, Alfred, I'm not fine."

"There's not a day in all these years that Bruce hasn't blamed himself." Alfred put away the tape measure and smiled.

"He always felt that if he hadn't told me that day that you weren't ready, you might not have been in such a hurry to prove yourself."

"Bruce didn't mean that, Jason."

Listening to Alfred's words, Jason's face gradually became sad.

Ever since he became Robin, the assistant of Batman, he has always wanted to prove himself.

Prove that he is not weaker than the Dick who is now known as "Nightwing".

Prove that you are capable enough.

even proved that he could take over the burden of Batman.

Now I understand that what I lack is not physical exercise, crime-fighting skills or anything else.

It's the mentality.

If he saw someone exactly like himself die in front of him, Jason estimated that he would be in a great state of confusion at that time.

But Bruce was different, and it only took him a few seconds to make the move.

This is exactly what he lacks, the composure he has to maintain when unexpected events occur, even if they penetrate his cognition far away.

If he can't do this, he will only lose control, and if he loses control, he will become a tool for others.

It's like that time when he went to hunt down the Joker, but in the end, he was injured and became the path for the Joker to torture Batman.

"Thin."

Alfred patted Jason on the shoulder.

"Eat better these days, I'll help you make your suit wider."

Looking at Bruce, who was staring at the screen in the center console, Jason nodded.

……

Late at night.

In a mansion.

There are quite a few people sitting on either side of the long dining table.

They wore masks and were richly dressed.

But at this moment, their bodies were shaking like chaff.

There is no luxury left over from the long history of local famous families.

And it all came from the man who sat on the throne.

He was burly and majestic, even through a full mask, he couldn't see his expression clearly.

But in front of him, the members of these owl courts, like sparrows, are obedient.

"I said a long time ago that with this kind of waste, even if they are given the motivation, they will not be able to complete the task."

The man's tone was low, and a cold coat came from his voice.

"If you give you a gun, you won't be able to use it, so let's hurry to the next step of the plan."

"First...... Sir," a man in a mask held up a hand, he was a little young, and his voice trembled. "You just ...... Why not go for yourself? ”

Bang!

Suddenly there was a gunshot,

The man, with a bloody hole in his face, slipped off his seat and lay on the ground.

"Does anyone have a similar question?"

He was only answered by a long silence.

"Then get to work."

As if granted amnesty, the crowd got up and walked towards the door in different directions.

The corpses on the ground were left alone in place, and no one cared about them.

When there was no one in the hall, the man lifted his mask, and if the people who had just been here and didn't dare to breathe saw it, they would be scared half to death.

Lighting a cigar in his mouth was the face of Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham.