Chapter 1465: Flying Birds and Return (X)

In front of the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Red Robin grabbed Bruce's arm and said, "Batman, it's so late, why are you going to Arkham? Is there another lunatic running out?"

Red Hood kicked the stone beside the wall with some boredom and said, "It's useless to ask him, he will just tell you that this is part of the plan... Hey, Batman! Don't expect me to follow you like a tail and listen to your orders, I'm leaving!"

Red Hood turned around and walked out along the wall. Red Robin rushed up to pull him. The two heard Bruce say behind them, "I'm here to pick up the letter my teacher left for me before he left. If you really don't want to come, I'll call Jack and ask him to Turn around and take you back to Wayne Manor. "

The two of them stood at attention behind Bruce, and Red Robin shook his head like a rattle: "No need to do that!"

Bruce pushed open the door of the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, and the two Robins followed him, whispering. Red Robin lowered his voice and said, "I said this Batman is not normal."

"The Joker is not normal. I was guessing where the bomb remote control was every minute in the car just now. Damian can still sleep? !"

"You should say that he actually let Batman hold him." Red Robin grinned and quickened his pace, and his head got close to Red Hood's. They both looked at Damian who was held in Bruce's arms.

Damian's hands were around Bruce's neck, his body was tightly against his chest, and his chin was resting on his shoulder. Seeing the disapproving eyes cast by the two Robins behind him, he grinned and revealed a vicious and complacent smile.

Misfortunes are all about comparison. If he was the only one frightened by the Joker, he would be very depressed. If two unlucky people were also frightened by the Joker, his depression would be greatly alleviated. If these two unlucky people were not only frightened by the Joker, but also had no sleep or food in the middle of the night, and had to wait behind Batman to work, then this depression would turn into happiness.

Damian is really happy now.

He would never let his biological father in the main universe hug him, he firmly believed that they were not that close, but if it was the younger version of Batman in another universe, there would be room for negotiation, and this Batman only hugged him, and didn't even look at the other two Robins.

The feeling of pride continued to sprout in Damian's heart, gradually breaking through the calm and peaceful state of mind training he had received. The psychological defense line that should not belong to this age group provided by the killer training was weakening, and he himself did not realize it.

Damian knew that every Robin had dreamed of being hugged by Batman. Although their instinctive reaction must be shock and rejection, the heat provided by that short hug was enough for them to fly over the endless snowfield.

And he was being hugged by Batman now, very tightly and for a long time. Damian convinced himself in his heart that this was not his biological father anyway, and this Batman was still young anyway. Anyway, he would leave after the matter of their universe was resolved, and anyway, they might never see each other again.

These were all the reasons he found for himself to put down all his defenses and stay quietly in Bruce's arms. After convincing himself, he could feel the great sense of security that he could get from staying in Batman's arms.

If he was held in Batman's arms, then no one in the world could hurt him, because he was Batman.

After the killer's instinct relaxed, when Bruce's hand patted his back, Damian only felt a solid and powerful support, which even made him feel sleepy in an unfamiliar environment.

"Are you sleepy?" Bruce's deep voice was like a lullaby. Damian had never heard Batman speak at such a close distance. The low tremor echoed in the empty and dark corridor, and the sound field was near and far, clear and hazy.

"You can continue to sleep. I will ask Alfred to pick us up after we get the things." Bruce said.

Damian narrowed his eyes slightly. He was not asleep. He just leaned his head on Bruce's shoulder and asked, "Will we go back to your manor?"

"Of course."

"Then you will take me back to my room?"

"Not necessarily. Aisha only learned to sleep by herself in February last year. When Selina was here, she slept with Selina, and then it was me and Dick."

"Why do you want to do this?"

"Because she is a child." Bruce walked forward with Damian in his arms, without looking at him, just as if he was telling a common sense: "Children should sleep with adults when they are young. Haven't you lived in the same room with your parents?"

"They didn't even live in the same room. "Damian deliberately blew out air from his pursed lips, making a series of strange noises, and then said: "And I don't sleep much, most of the time I am in class."

Damian thought Bruce would ask him what was going on, but Bruce didn't ask anything, just hugged him a little higher and said: "Then you can sleep in my room when you go back tonight, but don't let Aisha know, otherwise you will be bitten by her."

"What's wrong with her? I mean the fangs..."

Damian regretted asking this question. He shouldn't have asked such a sensitive question to a strange Batman whom he had just met. Damian suddenly felt panic in his heart. Batman had just agreed to sleep with him tonight. Would he regret his offense?

Damian felt lost when he thought of this possibility, but he didn't understand why he was like this. This was obviously not his biological father. The relationship between them was destined to be short-lived. What's wrong with sleeping in the same room?

But he couldn't help but secretly wonder, is he the only Robin who can sleep in Batman's room? If he is indeed the only one who gets this special treatment, is it because he is excellent or because he is obedient?

"Elsa is my daughter." Bruce's tone was flat, as if he was stating a fact: "But her life experience may be a little strange, and it will take a while to explain it."

"Hehe, Batman said the same thing when I first went to the Batcave." Damian turned his head to a different direction and leaned on Bruce's shoulder, and then he found that he had rubbed Bruce's shoulder with his cheek before leaning over.

This action was too intimate, and Damian broke out in a cold sweat in his sleepiness, but soon he was immersed in Bruce's words again.

"It doesn't mean that there is nothing to explain, but if I say it, but it's not comprehensive, people may misunderstand her. It's better not to explain it than to explain it in a hurry and narrow explanation that may be omitted."

"Do you think so?" Damian couldn't help asking.

"Yes, if it's not this reason, what else could it be? Do I want to avoid reality and not explain? Do I refuse to explain because I am ashamed of your appearance and my own behavior?"

Damian laughed a little lowly, without the sharp and evil tone before, but with a childish and innocent air. He laughed and said, "Of course not, Batman will not avoid reality, nor will he feel ashamed, because he is Batman."

"Then maybe that's the case. If I want you to understand Aisha, then I will find a formal occasion and use ample time to explain this matter, instead of hurriedly explaining it and causing many unnecessary misunderstandings."

Damian fell silent, as if he was recalling something. When he reacted, he patted Bruce's arm with his hand. "When did they disappear?"

"When we entered the hospital and passed the second intersection." Bruce shook his head gently and said, "They didn't follow us."

"Then why don't you go find them?"

"I have my own things to do." Bruce took Damian to the elevator and said, "If I want to find them, I have to send you back first, otherwise I will be too busy."

"That's too exaggerated!" Damian propped himself up, looked at him sideways and said, "Or do you think I'm a burden to you? Let me go and let me go!"

"You'd better stay still." Bruce frowned slightly, and Batman's common expression flashed across his face, which made Damian stiff for a moment, but he soon found that this serious expression was not directed at him.

Damian heard the sound of high heels coming from far away, and before he could react, Bruce held him and opened a door in the corridor at a very fast speed and hid in.

Bruce leaned his back against the door and raised his head, making a silent gesture to Damian. In the silent space, Damian could clearly hear the heartbeats of both people.

Suddenly, Damian shrugged his nose, opened his eyes wide and made a gesture to Bruce, and then he remembered that this was not the Batman he knew, and he might not understand the code of their universe.

But Bruce understood, he nodded to Damian, still signaling him not to make a sound, after a while, the footsteps completely disappeared, and Bruce gently opened the door.

There were no high-heeled footprints on the corridor outside the door, but there was a long fresh bloodstain. Damian's gesture meant that he smelled blood and someone had just died.

Standing outside the door, Bruce looked around, and continued to walk forward with Damian in his arms as if he was relieved, but Damian could no longer stay. He struggled hard for two times, then looked at Bruce's face and said, "Someone died, and the murderer just walked over!"

"I know."

"Then why don't you investigate?"

"If I didn't bring you with me, I would do so.

"I'm not a burden to you!" Damian struggled even harder.

"I didn't say you are." Bruce held Damian tightly with his arms, preventing him from jumping off his body, and stroked his back with his hand.

"It's dangerous here." "You just think..."

"I mean, you have to save your strength to protect me from the dangers we may encounter later."

Damian broke out in a cold sweat. He grabbed Bruce's sleeve tightly and turned to look at him. The serious expression showed that he was not joking.

Batman needs protection? This is simply the funniest joke he has ever heard, but he soon stopped laughing.

The lights were on in the last room they passed in the corridor, and Zamien, who was held in Bruce's arms, was just high enough to see the scene in the ward through the window-

The silhouettes of three human limbs hanging on hooks were clearly visible, two male legs and a female arm, which were still dripping with blood. A burly figure faced the bed with his back to the window, as if cutting something.

The strong smell of blood almost made Damian's sense of smell fail. The dual stimulation of vision and smell made his heart beat faster and faster. At this time, Bruce's arms became his only source of security.

In stark contrast to the previous struggle to get away, Damian hugged Bruce's arms tightly and asked in a trembling tone beside his ear: "······What's going on here?"

"Don't be afraid, we will leave after we get the things, nothing will happen."