[British and American] Jason Wayne's Struggle

The medical equipment in the Watchtower is almost the best in the world, including medical cabins supported by Kryptonian technology. Even with the current resources on Earth, it would cost a lot of money to activate such a medical cabin once.

But what Batman lacked the least was money. He mobilized the best medical resources. The power of money and technology allowed Jason to reach the Fortress of Solitude and produce drugs that could restrain the biochemical demon virus.

As the light blue liquid flowed into the boy's blood vessels through the syringe, Nightwing leaned against the wall, feeling his heartbeat was about to break 140.

Robin has been in the medical cabin for three whole days. During these three days, his health improved once, but he was nearly defeated by the second immune storm last night. He suffered a heart failure in the early hours of the morning. When the situation was most critical, the doctor told them to be prepared to lose the child.

Fortunately, as he said before he fell into a coma, he was happiest when he was with Bruce, so how could Jason bear to leave? The patient's strong willpower also played a role in his recovery.

During the three days when little Robin was critically ill, Starfire came several times, and Kid Flash and other Teen Titans also came twice. They all expressed their blessings to Robin and hoped that he could overcome this difficulty.

Nightwing murmured: "The medicine produced by the Fortress of Solitude must be useful, right?"

Batman said seriously, "It better be useful. The secondary immune storm is very harmful to the human body. If it weren't for the Kryptonian medical cabin, even if he can recover, his body will be irreversibly damaged."

However, if there is another immune storm or organ failure, Jason will be truly beyond help.

The loss was so close to him these days that even Batman felt terrified.

He couldn't bear to lose his family again. Jason was still so young, smart and brave, strong and kind. He clearly deserved a bright and beautiful future. Bruce absolutely didn't want this child to go to accompany his sister so early. He couldn't accept that happening.

Dick heard the fatigue and heaviness in his mentor's voice. He was sure that Bruce had not been able to truly close his eyes since Jason fell into a coma.

Yes, the relationship between Jason and Bruce is visibly good. Jason loves Bruce and is attached to him, just like a real son is attached to his father. And Bruce's attitude towards Jason is also different from others. His feelings towards Jason can be described as both strict and indulgent.

He said a prayer in Romani and looked into the ward.

"He'll be fine."

Jason was dreaming vaguely. In the dream, there was a commotion and boiling voices roaring in his ears, making Jason want to yell and make those people quiet down.

And he was really cold. In order to cool him down, Superman almost froze him into an ice pile. When Jason woke up, he thought it was terrible. Even if he survived this time, the subsequent menstrual cramps could kill him again.

Gradually, the world became quiet and his body began to sink. There was only a golden-orange ocean left in his world, and he was at the bottom of the sea, surrounded by silence.

Little Robin looked around blankly. Is this the place after death?

Why were there no other souls but only the ocean? He was getting farther and farther away from the surface of the sea. Below him was a black hole emitting faint light. The suction was not strong, but it kept leading him there.

Is he really going to see Catherine and Andrea? Will he meet Willis Todd? He doesn't want to see Willis. Even though Little Robin can kick that low-level gangster away with one kick, he still doesn't want to see him.

Jason hated the way Willis looked at him, with disgust, a desire for curiosity, and hatred. That was not his father, but Jason's calamity. Bruce was his father.

At this moment, a hand grabbed Jason, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears. It was... the voice that sounded in his ears when Jason used the magic spell to dispel the curse on Professor X during the reversal of the Axis of Good and Evil.

A woman's voice.

"You shouldn't be here yet, go back."

The hand pulled him up and gave Jason a gentle push on his back, and Jason was out of that golden-orange world. The next second, a strong discomfort swept through his whole body.

Jason took a breath, slowly opened his eyes, and coughed twice.

Batman, wearing a domino mask and a mask, half-knelt beside the bed and reached out to touch Jason's forehead, which was reassuring.

"Are you feeling better? Can you hear me?"

Nightwing held the water cup and pushed Batman aside, then touched Jason's lips with a cotton swab dipped in water.

"Little Wing, your temperature has dropped. Are you feeling better now?"

Jason opened his mouth, but his brain was in a mess after three days of coma, so he couldn't react well to the outside sounds, so he could only follow his instinct and ask the question that concerned him most.

"Where are my taro noodles?"

He fainted while eating taro sticks, so he didn't spill them on the bed, did he? Jason was a bit of a germaphobe and didn't like food residue on his quilt.

Batman: "..."

Nightwing: “…”

The doctor who was called by the call bell just happened to hear this and was speechless: "Even in this state, you are still thinking about taro strips? It seems that the medicine is effective. I know to think about eating. What a pity. I have slept for so long. I have to eat liquid food for two days to let my stomach recover."

Batman sighed, the corners of his mouth curled up: "When you get better, I'll buy you a box of taro strips, okay?"

Jason stupidly replied, "Then if I can't finish it, can you give me a portion of spicy hot dogs and ice cream instead?"

Nightwing also laughed, he wiped his eyes: "Why do you want to eat, little wing?"

Batman looked at Little Robin helplessly and reached out to tidy up Jason's bangs: "Okay, but you can't eat too much."

If the child eats too much, he will have a stomachache and will have to climb onto Bruce's bed to have his father rub his belly.

Little Robin looked at his old bat father with trust, then dozed off and fell asleep again.

Before going to bed, he whispered, "I won't leave you, right?"

Batman replied seriously: "Yes, you won't leave me again."

This serious disease caused by the alien virus, which made countless people worried and panic, has finally passed the most dangerous stage. As for Jason, he did not have a deep impression of this disease because he was dizzy most of the time and had no clear consciousness at all. It was others who were anxious.

After he was able to sit up, Jason asked Xinghuo, who came to visit him, to help him up and took out his book. It didn't matter if his body hadn't recovered, as long as his brain had started working again. Jason didn't like to be idle, as it would only make him feel bad. Besides, as long as he had a book in his hand, no one who came to visit him would feel embarrassed to stay any longer.

Since he woke up, there have been a lot of superheroes visiting him. Jason is not used to his room being so lively, which makes him very uncomfortable. He doesn't know how to receive these guests well, which will only make the atmosphere dull and awkward for everyone in the end.

Fortunately, Starfire and Quick Hand were both kind people. They stayed in the room to receive many visitors for Jason until Nightwing came to take over. Jason only had to sit there with his eyes lowered, which finally made him feel relieved.

The doctor would occasionally come to the ward and advise little Robin not to stare at the book all the time and to give his eyes a rest. He would then draw a tube of blood from him and say that Jason's body had already produced antibodies and that drawing this tube of blood could help medical staff research vaccines against the biochemical demon virus.

As the days passed, with the help of the best therapeutic rays and nutrient solution, Jason's recovery progress was good. After a month, Batman was finally allowed to take the child home to recuperate tomorrow.

The night before leaving, Nightwing came over to help little Robin pack his things.

"Tsk, books and laptops are not light. Little Wing can't carry such a heavy bag by himself, right? I wonder if B will help him carry it."

Nightwing thought about it and prepared to ask Robin if he wanted to come over and carry the bags himself tomorrow. Nightwing didn't think Jason could pull all these things onto the Batplane by himself.

Although Superman or other adult superheroes here would be willing to help minors as long as they asked, since Nightwing was here, Robin didn't need to bother others.

The moment he opened the bathroom door, Dick remembered that Jason hated this and reflexively prepared to leave.

No, that's not right. If the door closes too loudly, Little Wing will still get angry and then use the basin to slap his face until it is swollen. Moreover, even Ah Fu will not stand on his side if he is beaten in this situation.

Dick didn't want to be beaten, especially a beating that was not justified and was useless, so he decided to close the door quietly and pretend that nothing had happened.

However, at that moment, some strange premonition made Dick unconsciously look into the crack of the door.

The first thing that caught his eye was a smooth thigh. The white heat flooded the entire space, making the figure unclear, but the leg was extremely clear. Dick could even see crystal water droplets and red blood beads sliding down through the tight texture.

Ever since the second generation Robin's uniform was changed to a style with pants, Dick hadn't taken a good look at his legs for a long time. Now he was sure that the few centimeters Jason had grown in the past six months should have gone to his legs. No wonder even the 1.9-meter-tall Starfire said she envied Robin's legs.

Dick's breathing stopped at this moment, and his pupils contracted violently.

Batman's second robin, his non-blood brother, had one foot on the toilet lid, frowning, and placed his hand holding the push tube between the shadows of his legs. He pushed the tampon in, then took a piece of paper and wiped the blood between his legs.

Jason's face was pale. He rubbed his lower abdomen with his hands, put on menstrual pants, picked up pajamas and pajama pants from the hanger, and wrapped himself up one by one. This serious illness caused his menstruation to be postponed for a month, and the symptoms of dysmenorrhea were worse than before. He planned to take two painkillers later.

When Jason came out of the bathroom, he saw Dick, who was wiping his hair with a towel, and asked, "When did you get here? Is there something wrong?"

Dick blinked and said dryly, "Let me ask you if you want me to help you carry your bag tomorrow. You have a lot of books and they are too heavy."

Jason started rummaging through the bedside table and just as he pulled out a board of pills, a cup of hot water was handed to him.

Jason looked up in confusion, and heard the other party ask, "What medicine are you taking? Where else do you feel uncomfortable?"

Little Robin paused and shrugged: "Painkillers, I feel a little uncomfortable, probably the sequelae, it will be fine in a few days."

He tilted his head back and swallowed the pill, drank half a glass of water, and went to the socket to get a fully charged electric pancake. The bat pattern on it was drawn by Jason himself.

"I will pack my stuff myself. You can go now. You don't have to help me get my stuff tomorrow. B told me to pack it tonight and he will help me get it tomorrow."

Speaking of this, Jason couldn't help but smile. The only advantage of having his period was that his wife would be especially considerate to him.

Nightwing responded and turned to leave the room. He walked on the corridor of the watchtower, his pace getting faster and faster, and his breathing was no longer regular and steady.

The extremely secretive scene made his nose, throat, lungs, and abdomen feel hot as if something was burning. His heartbeat also became restless, as if he had also been infected with an alien virus.

After leaving the Hall of Justice, Nightwing began to run and jump between the tall buildings, his rapid movement causing the night wind to blow against his face, but it was unable to blow that scene away from his mind.

"Afu is right. I really need to learn to knock before entering a door."