Chapter 812 Red Hood (VI).

Bruce took Jason back to the base of the Curly Tail Gang. Because it was late, almost all the children came back to sleep. They saw Jason covered in blood and carried back by a strange man. Bruce was attacked by a group of people that he had never been attacked before in his life.

These children were like wild and vicious stray cats. They showed their sharp teeth and claws to everyone they thought was an enemy. Even if they knew they might not be opponents, they would never show weakness.

Fortunately, Jason was only cut. Although the amount of blood looked scary, it did not endanger his internal organs. He said in a weak voice: "Don't do it!"

The volume of this sentence was actually very low, because Jason did not dare to use force, but as soon as he finished speaking, the whole scene became quiet. The execution ability of these children surprised Bruce very much.

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

Bruce often puts himself in the role of Jason, thinking whether he can do this at the age of eleven. He thinks that it is not difficult to lead the Curly Tail Gang to wealth, but it is difficult to make them return to their hearts. Batman has never been good at this.

But for Jason, this is easy. Jason took a breath and said, "I'm fine. It's an external injury. Big Sister, go get the first aid kit in the cabinet, Cookie sisters, go get the needle and thread, Ellie, get a basin of water, I remember there should be iodine... Who of you can go find it, everyone else leave here, go back to sleep, you have to work tomorrow."

In less than a second, the children dispersed. Although many of them looked back every three steps and looked at Jason with very concerned eyes, they still obeyed the order and left.

Bruce felt incredible, but he knew that now was not the time to be surprised. He put the props he brought in neatly and began to prepare to suture Jason's wound.

Jason saw that the man in the red hood in front of him showed a pair of hands. The big sister next to him screamed in fear, but quickly covered her mouth, because there was almost no skin on those hands, and the muscles and joints were clearly visible.

Suddenly, Jason began to struggle. He pushed Bruce aside and said: "Big sister, come here, I will teach you how to do it..."

"What's wrong with you?" Bruce held him down and said: "I know first aid and can sew up the wound. You can't move around, otherwise you will bleed more."

"Get out of the way, I don't want strangers to touch me!" Jason turned his head aside. Bruce looked at him and didn't move. The big sister didn't dare to pull him rashly. After all, Jason was still in her hands.

Jason sighed and said: "Okay, I still don't understand the method taught by the professor. What I mean is that your hands can't touch water. Don't you know that such injuries will be infected if they touch water?"

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

Connors' newly developed lizard potion has added some neurological results, which can block pain to a large extent. Bruce's feeling about losing his skin is that he occasionally feels a little itchy all over his body, and some parts will throb like being electrocuted, but it is not severe pain.

Bruce paused, but still let go of his hand. He turned to the girl next to him and said, "Come here, I'll teach you how to do it..."

The ones who came over were the sisters Jason called Cookie Sisters. They were young and had not done much rough work, so their skin was well maintained and the stitches were more delicate, so they would not touch the wound and could relieve Jason's pain.

There must be no anesthetics in these simple basements. Bruce looked around the children here for a week and found that no one asked for some special medicine.

After staying in the slums for so many days, Bruce knew that the children here were not so simple. They actually knew everything. They didn't say it now, obviously not because they didn't expect that some drugs could relieve pain, but because they didn't dare to say it.

Jason must be very disgusted with those drugs, and because he is very prestigious among these kids, no one dares to speak.

Seeing Jason's pale face, Bruce knew that he must be in pain now, but in this shabby and simple underground base, Batman couldn't conjure a bottle of anesthetic out of thin air. He could only carry Jason back to the bed in his small single room, and then sit on the ground beside the bed.

The windowless basement seemed particularly dark and depressing, and the light emitted by the bulb hanging above the head was also dim and not bright enough. Everything was quiet, and neither of them looked at each other.

"Are you in pain?" Jason suddenly said.

Bruce thought he had heard it wrong, and he asked: "What?"

"I'm asking, are you in pain?" Jason emphasized again.

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

"We are all like this..." Jason lowered his voice, 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, it will be over."

Bruce's hand on the bed trembled for a moment. He turned to look at Jason, but only saw his pale face. Jason said again: "This may be the most important principle today. If you want to join the gang, you must never cry out in pain."

"Even if you are dying of pain, or you are really dying, you must never cry out in pain, and you must not show weakness to anyone or anything. You must make them feel that you can bite off a piece of their flesh before you die..."

Bruce closed his eyes hard, and he looked at Jason and said: "But you are not such a person, right? You are not so violent, stubborn, and strong. You want to cry, right?"

Jason turned over, lay flat on the bed, closed his eyes, and his eyelashes kept trembling. He said: "I have lived like this since I was a child, and I don't think there is anything wrong with it, but now I feel very sad, not because the wound hurts."

"What is that?" Bruce asked.

"I saw another life, a life I dream of more..." Jason's tone began to tremble. He said, "Staying in a classroom, discussing various issues with a professor who likes me very much, issues that have nothing to do with filling my stomach..."

"But such time is always short. I still have to come back here, bear these pains, and live such a life."

Bruce couldn't believe that he heard such a heavy tone from an eleven-year-old child. 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 felt vaguely that Jason might have been inspired by something and no longer looked like himself.

He was no longer like an eleven-year-old child at all. He was trying to understand Batman's soul, but he didn't go crazy because of it. Instead, he asked into his heart.

In the two months he spent in the slums, countless despair invaded his heart, but looking back now, Bruce never thought of leaving Gotham even in the most disappointed moment.

Pain is pain, but the way to get rid of it is definitely not to escape from here.

"When I didn't know you were Batman, you said you wanted to restore order here. I felt ridiculous, but I decided to help you, because whether you succeed or not, at least you will know that someone is on your side."

"After I knew you were Batman, I still decided to help you, because we are very similar... You can obviously leave, and so can I."

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

Bruce stood up and touched the wall of the basement. He said, "It's getting colder outside. There might be a typhoon. We can't go on like this..."

Since Gotham's underground turned into ice, the annual average temperature of the entire city has dropped by more than ten degrees, almost catching up with the high-latitude areas. Even in summer, the sudden drop in temperature when the typhoon arrives makes people feel chilled to the bone.

After using the last bit of strength to finish speaking, Jason stopped talking. His breathing began to become long, as if he had fallen asleep, but his body was shaking because of the cold.

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

This embrace was so warm that it reminded Jason of a fairy tale, where the little match girl lit the match and saw all kinds of wonderful scenes.

With such a beautiful dream, he slept until dawn. When he woke up again, he felt much better. At this time, Bruce walked in with a plate of steaming steak in his hand.

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

"The car of the restaurant owner next door was flooded and couldn't start. I helped him fix the car and he gave me a breakfast." Bruce handed the plate to Jason. The enchanting fragrance made Jason's eyes go straight.

"Eat, you need to replenish some nutrition." Bruce handed the plate to Jason. Jason swallowed and said, "No, this is the spoils you won, I can't have it..."

"Don't you want to pay tuition?" Bruce sat down, looked into Jason's eyes and said, "I can help you with breakfast every day, this is my tuition."

Jason sighed, picked up the plate and took a bite of the steak, chewing and saying, "The first lesson today is that only rich people eat breakfast."

Jason wolfed 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? It rained heavily all night yesterday. It may be the heaviest rainfall in Gotham in the past five years. Many places were flooded."

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

Jason hammered the bed hard and said, "Are you stupid? Do you think everyone's house is like your Wayne Building, not afraid of wind or rain, and can be left there without worrying about it?"

"Our two strongholds in the front and back streets must have been flooded, and the basement is low. There may be water leaks, and I have to organize the children to fix the leaks. What if there is too much water? Our rain boots are cheap. If water seeps in, it will be frozen at night, and it is very likely to get frostbite..."

Jason limped off the ground, but Bruce pushed him back to the bed and said, "Just tell me what you want to do, I can go and command them."

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

Looking at Bruce's unbelieving eyes, Jason sighed, sat on the bed, and said helplessly: "...Okay, you can try, God bless you."

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

But soon, Bruce found that the experience of commanding these children brought back some bad memories.

With an Aisha, he almost wrote the human cub education from scratch, and here, there are more than twenty Aishas.

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