The daily life of the popular element male protagonist

The Arkham Asylum was temporarily quiet, because the clown was beaten up by Batman overnight after he escaped for a day and then sent back, even the lunatics dare not make too much noise now.

Although Arkham temporarily regained its calm, the big-armed medical staff did not dare to relax a little because of the relaxation of the 'patients'. After all, they who work here dare not bet that their own lives will be lost if they relax. .

So they followed the usual practice, shut up, and quickly stuffed the clown wearing a straitjacket into a separate ward, closed the iron door, and left with their heads down one by one, without saying a word. Dare to say, I am afraid that if I say one more sentence, the clown will remember it.

The clown naturally doesn't have any extra thoughts to deal with these guys who are not important in his eyes at all, he has already obtained the information he wants from this 'game'.

A cute little bird that just came back to bat.

What a beautiful thing~

The clown grinned, Batman couldn't hide that little bird for a lifetime.

The moon hung high, and the insane asylum was so quiet that even breathing could be heard, a tall and strong figure slowly walked on the corridor between the wards of the insane asylum.

The action of moving the legs pulled up the black trouser legs, and a pair of calf-reaching boots stepped on the tiles and made a clear kicking sound. The visitor seemed to be very familiar with the structure here, and there was no stagnation in the action.

Suddenly he stopped, lowered his head and took out a mobile phone to look at the text message that had just been sent, and suddenly gave a low laugh, he put his hand to his mouth, and bit the index finger of the glove with his teeth In the first part, he took off the gloves with a slight tilt of his head, quickly tapped the screen of the phone with his slender white fingers, then he put away the phone and put the gloves back on.

The person who came was Jason, who is currently in a 'missing' state. The hatred between him and the clown needs to be settled, but he is not stupid. To meet the enemy, he must first adjust his state to the best.

Even if the clown doesn't jump out, he will find a chance to come over.

On the other side of the door, the clown laughed nervously at short intervals, and it sounded very eerie when the laughter spread out in the empty corridor.

Jason shrugged his shoulders, helped the red hood on his face, and let out a chuckle, then pulled out the wooden warehouse at his waist and knocked lightly on the iron door.

The iron door made a clanging sound.

The clown's laughter stopped abruptly, and after a while, the clown's voice sounded again.

He greeted the visitor with a cadenced tone, "Come in~"

Jason tilted his head, opened the safety latch of the wooden warehouse, and without blinking his eyes hidden behind the hood, raised his hand to the lock on the iron door and fired two shots.

The young man walked in, and the clown was thrown on the bed. The sheets were white, and the guy was sitting against the wall. The dust from his shoes left some black shoe prints on the white bedding.

Jason slowly closed the door behind him.

The clown seemed a little curious, "It's not a polite guest to visit late at night."

Jason took two steps forward, and he put the wooden warehouse back on his waist. He is not used to using this thing, after all, he just snatched it. "It seems that you have forgotten me."

As Jason said, he looked around the room. In order to prevent the "mental patient" from hurting himself or others, there were naturally no sharp objects placed here, and then he pulled out a stick from his back waist. He held a long stick in his hand and shook it.

There was a hint of sharpness in the piercing voice, the clown just watched the young man's movements in silence, he watched the young man slowly approaching him, and he murmured softly like a complaint.

"We need to get this sorted out before Batman comes, right?"

The clown's green pupils reflected the opponent's slowly approaching figure and the raised wooden stick. He didn't dodge, even though he had already untied the straitjacket, but he didn't break free.

The pain was transmitted from his body to his nerves, and the clown's temples throbbed violently with the pain, but he just let out a loud laugh.

He didn't guess who this person was, but he mentioned Batman, and the Joker is always very patient with people related to Batman, isn't he?

Come on, let him see what kind of exciting drama will be staged after Batman arrives!

…………

Ivan was wearing a cloak and sitting in the Batmobile, and Batman was driving. He refused Robin to follow, and he also rejected Nightwing and Red Robin. He felt that this was a grievance between the three of them, and he also treated Jason A long-overdue explanation is missing.

There's no need to involve the other kids, and it's possible to give the clown a chance to talk nonsense.

The hands holding the steering wheel tightened slightly. No matter how anxious Batman was, he hoped that Jason hadn't done anything yet, but his face only had a cold expression.

Red Robin's voice came from the car radio, "Jason has been found, and he has indeed gone to Arkham."

"Got it, Red Robin, you and Nightwing continue to pay attention." As he spoke, Batman pressed the automatic acceleration button inside the Batmobile, and a powerful thrust appeared instantly, increasing the speed of the Batmobile several times Spend.

Ivan, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, pulled the brim of his hat. After thinking for a while, he still didn't speak, so as not to scare Batman, and then took the Batmobile for a life-and-death drift.

So after a while of silence, the Batmobile visited Arkham for the second time today, and Batman opened the door and walked out.

Ivan also walked out.

Batman: "..."

Batman: "When were you here?"

Ivan tugged on his cloak, and pulled down the hood of the cloak again, "It's always there." He said with a sense of innocence, "Father, you didn't let me get off after I got in the car."

Batman paused, and with his acuity, he didn't find this little brat all the way, which means that the other party must have used some special means that he is not familiar with, but now is not the time to teach the brat, his jaw tightened, "Now Call me Batman." He frowned again, "You stay in the Batmobile, I'll be back soon."

"With Jason?" Ivan raised his head, but still only showed one chin.

Batman was silent for a few seconds, then turned around, the black cloak rolled up like a wave behind him, "Take Jason, I can't watch him make mistakes."

Ivan immediately reached out and grabbed the corner of the cloak, "I'm already here. If you don't take me in, I might run in because I'm worried about Jason."

Batman: "..." I have to admit that this son cannot be stopped.

Batman pursed his lower lip, "Follow me closely, don't run around."

"Good!" Ivan applauded himself.

Batman has been to Arkham so many times that he can walk backwards through every passage in Arkham with his eyes closed without bumping into anything. This time his goal is clear, and his movements are naturally much faster point.

Keeping up with Batman's speed is nothing to Ivan, it's just that he would cough twice because he ran a little faster and sucked in a little cold wind.

The door of the clown's ward was ajar, and the toothache and laughter were not separated by the space.

Batman ran a little faster again.

Ivan clenched his fists against his lips and floated forward. Looking at his father's back was like watching a magical creature that had grown up. This was the first time he had seen his old father put on this suit so intuitively. After the clothes were buffed, he ran like a low-altitude flight.

The iron door was pushed open by Batman, and Batman entered!

Ivan followed closely, and closed the door carefully. Then he found that the door seemed to be unable to close. He felt that there must be some problems with the operation of this madhouse, and the doors were all broken.

Turning around, I found that the scene was very delicate.

First of all, Jason, who was wearing a red hood, was holding down the neck of the clown who was still wrapped in a straitjacket with one hand, and holding a wooden warehouse against the clown's temple with the other hand, looking like a hostage.

Batman stood with his feet slightly apart, his back looking silent and sad.

"You can't kill him," Batman said anyway, taking a step forward.

Jason dragged the clown's body back.

Ivan saw a very strange smile on the clown's face, and his green pupils were trembling, as if he was expecting something.

I saw it with my own eyes, and it turned out that he was seriously ill.

There were blue veins on Jason's arm, "Why can't I kill him?" The ruthlessness in his words could be heard by everyone present.

Batman was even more silent, and Jason's hand holding the wooden warehouse didn't tremble at all, it was incredibly stable.

"I don't want you to go down the wrong path." Batman turned his head sideways, "During the years you left, I have tried many times to return the pain that the clown gave to others, but..."

"But!" Jason raised his hand and hit the clown on the back of the head with a wooden bin, and then he casually threw the clown on the cold tiled floor. "but what?!"

The young man's emotions were agitated in an instant. He tore off the pretending hood and threw it aside, "The truth is, I was killed by him! But he is still alive!"

The clown suddenly turned his head. He narrowed his eyes and saw Jason's face. Although Jason had a black domino mask under his red hood, this was nothing to the clown. Combining the other's words with Batman's The reaction, and this familiar appearance.

"Hahahahaha! It turned out to be, it turned out to be you!!!" The clown struggled to sit up, but Jason stepped on his waist in the next moment, and he didn't continue to struggle, but lay on the ground, Laughed out of tears, "I said why, why did the little bat find out! Hahahahaha! But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

"Little Bird~ Do you know how long it took your Batman to find someone to replace you? Huh?"

Jason stepped hard again, and unexpectedly heard the clown's cry of pain.

The young man lowered his head, and he glanced at the clown.

The Joker suddenly fell silent again, and turned his eyes away from the black muzzle pointing at him, and turned to Batman, "A week?"

Batman pursed his lips. He didn't want his child to go down this path. It's easy to kill a person, but it's not easy to stop after killing a person. Jason's character is inherently extreme. But this cannot be blamed on him, his childhood made him up, even he himself cannot guarantee what he will become in the future after making a hole, so he has always insisted on the bottom line, even with his Robins. .

"I'm sorry." Batman is just an ordinary father who is worried about his child at this time. He can't change his child's mind, he can only watch him stand on the edge of the cliff, "But, you really not understand……"

"I don't understand what!" Jason shook his arm, the safety of the wooden warehouse has been opened, and he only needs to pull the trigger to end this nightmare haunting countless people in Gotham.

Batman's wrist moved.

"Tell me what I don't understand?" Jason asked, "You are always like this. You have your persistence but are very stingy to share with me. We used to fight side by side. Do you think I don't understand you? Always believed in you, but the truth is, I see your path is wrong."

"You fight criminals in the dark, you stick to your bottom line, but five years later, so many people are still hurt by them." Jason squatted down, and put the muzzle of the gun on the clown's temple On, "Today, I'm going to take this step."

Batman's eyes flashed.

Joker: "Yes, yes! Batman didn't kill me, he even saved me! Hahahahaha! He saved me, your death means nothing to him! Hahahaha!"

Jason pulled the trigger at a speed that no one present could react.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, the sound of 'click' was so abrupt and piercing.

The smile on the clown's lips froze, and his whole body was as stiff as a stone sculpture.

Jason stood up slowly, he put away the wooden warehouse, and looked at Batman, "You thought I was going to kill him." The young man paused again, "You are going to save him again." He saw the bat The action of the hero.

The clown turned his head again in disbelief. Ivan tilted his head and looked at him twice, then skipped Batman and walked to Jason's side. He squatted down, stretched out his hand, and held the clown's chin to straighten the man's face.

clown:"……"

"You think I don't know anything, I'm a kid who can only use fists." Jason pulled Ivan up, took a tissue from his jacket pocket and stuffed it into Ivan's hand.

Batman came over, he looked down at the clown who seemed to be anesthetized, and then at Jason, "We need to talk."

Jason didn't answer him, but just handed the long stick that hit the clown to Ivan, "Thank you."

The corner of Ivan's mouth twitched, he could already feel Batman's real gaze, the black-haired boy smacked his mouth twice, "You can keep it, this thing is not hard."

"Hey! Hey!" The clown opened his mouth, "What the hell are you doing?!" He was very angry, "Don't you have any jealousy? I killed you, crushed your bones, your Batman found a new Robin soon after you died, and you just broke my spine, but you didn't want to open a wooden barn to kill me?!"

Ivan: "..." To be honest, this is the first time he heard this kind of request, and it is definitely not smart to show it to others.

"We have nothing to talk about." Jason began to answer Batman's words at this time, "There is no misunderstanding between us, Batman, you don't need to accommodate me, and I don't want you to agree with me."

"No, we really need to talk."

"What are you talking about?!!!!" Jason was holding the long stick, and he hadn't shaken the wooden warehouse just now, but now he started to tremble, "Talk about what kind of life you lived after I died? Talk about something Talk about how you ran to the tomb you set up for me in the middle of the night and stood there all night? Or talk about how you were stopped again and again, and then you let this scum!" The veins on the young man's neck bulged, The long stick hit the clown's arm, "Let this scumbag torture you over and over again?! I really want to open your mind and see what's piled up in your mind!"

"You think I don't understand! I don't know! I don't understand! Batman, I've always been! I've always been!"

Ivan: "..." Oh hoo?

Batman opened his mouth, but found that he had nothing to say, and he was also shocked by the amount of information in the words.

Clown: "You..."

Ivan: "Shhh—" He took out his staff, "Father and son bureau, don't interrupt."

Clown: "Oh! New...uh!"

Ivan withdrew his staff, "Father and son, next time I will smack your stomach."

Clown: "??" No, is there something wrong with this suspected new bird?

Jason's emotions were up and down, he ignored Batman again, his chest heaved a lot, and then he took out a crystal bottle from his red jacket.

The lavender liquid inside exuded a charming and mysterious color. Under Batman's complicated gaze, he pulled out the cork, grabbed the clown's hair, lifted half of the man's body, and then bluntly poured the medicine all over. I poured it down.

The clown's spine had been severed by Jason. He couldn't move freely for a short period of time, so he could only let Jason move.

"What's this?" Batman asked.

Jason threw the clown who fell into a coma after drinking the potion back on the bed casually, then tidied up his jacket, picked up the red hood on the ground and put it back on himself, "It's not poison anyway, don't worry .”

Batman frowned, "You know that's not what I meant."

"Huh?" Jason felt speechless, "Aren't you worried that I will kill the clown?"

Ivan: "I gave it to Jason. It can be understood as a nightmare potion. It is used by the Illuminati to treat heretics. After drinking it, I will keep recalling the most regrettable things in my life. A mental torture potion, I happened to have the recipe, so I gave Jason a bottle."

The black-haired boy remembered the expectant gazes of Dick and Tim before he left, and he couldn't help but do the intermediary work. It turned out that they were not in the ward of Arkham Asylum, but some kind of magical mediation of family disputes. same program.

"B... Batman cares about you very much, and it's not like you don't know it." Ivan considered carefully, "I sent him your photo back then, and he came to pick you up in person soon."

"Huh?!" Jason sneered, "You're talking about the time he took your text message as fraudulent information?" He knew this kind of thing after he recovered, and it wasn't a secret at all.

The black-haired young man couldn't help retorting, "When I regained consciousness, he didn't even want to give me a hug!"

Subconsciously, he recalled the first time he met Batman after Jason regained consciousness: "..."

If he remembered correctly, he felt that Jason was blaming him for not saving him, that's why Jason looked at him so fiercely.

As a result, did the child want a hug at that time?

The author has something to say:

This operation has been pondered for a long time, and he hesitated... Letting him go offline directly, I feel that it is not right, and I feel that I can't do something.

啧。感谢在2022-06-0810:22:47~2022-06-0917:52:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: He 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：雪中萤、我200磅的桶呢10瓶；姒月3瓶；鲸落万物生、江鱼2瓶；坐看云起时、疯子1瓶；