This bat cub looks very weak

In the bathroom, the young man was taking a shower naked in warm water. The water wet his hair, and the water droplets flowed through his body along the traces and then gathered on the ground.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he could not help but recall those hateful faces. Whenever he thought of those faces, he felt uncomfortable, but the discomfort only lasted for a short while. It seemed that there was some power in him that was helping him clear those hateful memories, and those hateful faces gradually became blurred.

But there was one person, that face was a face he would never forget, that person he could never forget, the person wearing the black mask.

Does he hate him?

The answer is not necessarily.

However, he has been investigating the recent news about Batman during this period, and there are always some things that he can't let go. Perhaps it is because he has become too violent after his rebirth. Whether it is the new Robin or the Batman having his own children, these all make him feel a little dazzling.

If it was not him who died that day, but that little girl, Bat would choose -

Kill the Joker?

The face of the clown reappeared in his mind, and Jason opened his eyes with difficulty, trying to ease the violent thoughts in his heart. Looking at the tiled wall in front of him, he thought of the girl sitting in the living room, and his thoughts returned to the day he woke up again.

I woke up suddenly at that time, but before I could examine myself carefully, I suddenly felt dizzy and passed out. When I woke up, I found out that I had a high fever. It was the young man named A who told him that.

"You have a fever. It might be a problem with your physical condition. These are antipyretic medicine and water. Take them and then go to sleep for a while. There is food in the refrigerator."

Speaking of which, this young man’s name is really strange.

However, the young man took care of him for half a day and then went to do his own task.

After he took the medicine, he felt his eyelids become heavy after a while. He vaguely realized that the medicine had started to take effect. Then he fell asleep naturally without even dreaming.

It was not until he finished this sleep that he realized that he was truly alive again. For some reason, he could not forget the cold, damp and cramped feeling of lying in the coffin.

Although it is impossible to forget, it is controllable. As long as he doesn't think about it, he won't remember it.

Soon after waking up, he felt a little hungry. He got up from the bed and went to the kitchen, where he found a note on the refrigerator.

It was called a note, but it was more like a letter, written to him.

"Hey, are you awake? There's some porridge in the fridge. Just microwave it for two minutes and it'll be ready. Eat while you read this paper."

It was a very strange letter, as it started by asking me to eat. But because I was hungry, I naturally did what was written on the paper.

"Two minutes is quick. Although the reheated food may not be as good as the freshly baked food, it's good to have something to eat."

When Jason put the porridge in the microwave to heat it up, he glanced at the letter and saw this sentence. Was this... preparing to have a conversation with him?

"Now let me explain again. If you see this piece of paper, then congratulations, you have successfully resurrected. It was not easy, right? Sorry, it was not easy for me either."

Yes, now he is resurrected, resurrected? Was he dead before? How did he die? Oh, yes, I remember now. He was indeed dead, and now he is alive again.

"There is no doubt that you are dead. It is now six months after your death."

Six months? It felt like only a moment, but it also seemed like forever.

"When I took you away from the cemetery, another group of people came looking for you. They called themselves the Assassin's League. I don't know if you recognize them, but I know them. I don't think they are good people, so I didn't let them take you away."

Cemetery? Is it the place where he was buried? He thought he would be with the wilderness. The Assassin's League... He had an impression of it. He had met that person when he was patrolling with him before, but why did the Assassin's League take him away? Did they know that he was resurrected? Did he know that he was resurrected?

"I don't know how the Assassin's League knew you would be resurrected. I was just passing by at the time. But you have to thank me. If I hadn't just happened to pass by and heard the movement in the grave, and then dug you out, you might have had to dig the grave for an eternity."

...?

What is this person saying? Why is he suddenly confused? Did he dig himself out? Is there movement in the grave? Shouldn't a normal person be scared to death? Why is this person so brave to dig?

While drinking porridge, Jason was thinking about the credibility of the letter in his mind. After all, this bowl of porridge was quite delicious.

"I know everything about you. Maybe you are starting to worry about your future life. If you want, you can stay in this house first. Anyway, not many people come to this house. When you find a place to live, just go there."

Live? Have you started to think about this? Jason looked at his hands and pinched his flesh. It seemed that he was a little different from before. Could he be treated like this after being resurrected?

"Regarding your physical condition, it's because I made a special potion for you. The exclusive secret recipe cannot be passed on to others, so I won't tell you. Your body is a bit seriously skeletal, and you are lucky to be able to recover."

Is this letter... used for mind reading? Why can it read out the answer he wants to know?

"Sorry, this is not for mind reading, it's just a piece of paper. All the words above are predicted. If they all match, it only means that you are too naive."

...bad taste.

"I won't tease you any more. Congratulations on your resurrection. You can use everything in this house. When no one is home, remember to water the succulent pot by the window. As for the money, there's an envelope in the drawer of your room. This is for borrowing. Remember to return it to me later. I'll give you one month's rent for free. Remember to pay the rent next month."

"Put the key to the front door under the carpet. Before you go out, make sure there's no one watching you. Also, make sure there's no one following you when you come back. Also, don't bring anyone home easily. PS: Not even your girlfriend."

"Of course...my boyfriend...is not allowed either!"

"Don't go to the basement. The stairs and lights there are broken. We'll find someone to fix them next time."

There were several more paragraphs at the end of the letter, which scattered a lot of things to pay attention to. Because there were a lot of them, it seemed that the person who wrote the letter was very long-winded. But for some reason, this long-winded and annoying letter inexplicably made Jason feel real, and even had a strange sense of security.

"Congratulations, Jason."

"It's been half an hour. He wouldn't have fainted in there again, right?" Xiao Jia looked at the clock, then at the tightly closed bathroom door, and suddenly recalled what happened on the day Jason first came.

"Don't worry, boys of this age always have a wonderful sense of novelty about their bodies. I guess they are observing themselves in the mirror, right, brother?" Dorothy said to Xiaojia who was sitting on the sofa while washing dishes, which made Xiaojia frown.

"Fuck that kid's brother, you're not the nanny! You're not!" Xiao Jia couldn't stand it anymore, and immediately stood up and walked to Dorothy and said.

"Yes, yes, the child has grown up and started to rebel, tsk tsk tsk." Dorothy smacked her lips, then put the bowl on the shelf and ignored Xiaojia's anger.

"%￥x…&%·￥." (皿)

"Okay, don't be angry, I won't stay here tonight." Dorothy reached out and pinched Xiaojia's curly hair, then said seriously.

"Ah?" Seeing Dorothy's expression, Xiao Jia stopped playing around and said seriously, "Where are you going?"

"Of course - go home!"