Chapter 2511: Battle for the Cloak (41)

Chapter 2485: The Battle for the Cape (Forty-One)

This story is long, but it has a familiar beginning. One night, Jason, who had finished a day's work, saw a super cool car parked on the street. The car had four super cool tires. Batman also saw a super cool car parked on the street, but the car only had three super cool tires left.

This story is too familiar to members of the Bat Family, but in fact, Batman and Jason themselves have never told it. It was just one day when Batman introduced Jason to Dick. But because this matter is too absurd even if it is summarized in one sentence, it was widely known through Dick's mouth.

To be honest, there was nothing special about that night. Batman picked up Jason and let him adapt to life in Wayne Manor for a few days, and then took him to the Batcave to teach him more professional fighting skills, gun technology, driving vehicles and operating machinery, as well as mechanical engineering, which he was already good at.

The days of studying were very busy, and time passed quickly. Batman became the main theme of Jason's life, so that he soon forgot those past days.

But Batman was always busy. After Batman left alone on the pretext that he was too young to go out and fight criminals, Jason would occasionally read by the fireplace, sleep in the room, go to the shade under the big tree in the garden, or be in a daze in the bathtub.

Then he grew up quickly and became an extremely strong bird, until later, he was so big that Batman wanted to kick him out of the nest.

The time he had spent in this luxurious manor became the background sound when Jason's mood fluctuated, and the wallpaper in his chat box. He never thought about it, but those things were always there.

Jason didn't remember any emotions before he was picked up by Batman and taken home. Even if he thought about it carefully, he only remembered that his mind was blank, with only two big words constantly circling - "alive".

The noises that always bothered him were the emotions that always played a distorted tune, and the source of these sounds was that after his life finally returned to peace, he recognized the true face of the world from those books and principles, and found the string that he could play.

When he was a child, Jason never felt that he was wrong. Stealing, cheating, robbing, doing dirty work, running errands for criminals, and not saving his fellow men were common things in his life.

In Wayne Manor, he knew from Batman, Alfred, Dick and those books that it was wrong and unjust to do so, and everyone hoped that he would become a righteous person.

Jason didn't like those rules and disciplines, but he was subtly influenced by them, or it was also because his always full stomach provided the body with enough fiery blood, allowing him to produce enough courage and surge to the brain, making him hate evil.

Jason was the last person to become like this, because he came from the criminals he hated the most. The first rule he encountered in his life was the dark rule of Gotham, which should have had an unimaginable impact on him and should have shaped his personality.

Jason became the opposite person, even more extreme than others, not because he was not stable enough, but because he was too hungry before and too full later. He could survive when he was hungry, so the extra energy after being full created such an amazing and great turn.

Jason thought that this was the case. Batman made him eat too much, otherwise the first emotion he had after surviving the Joker should not be anger and resentment, but gratitude.

He was as grateful as he had spent countless nights alone in Gotham, thinking in his heart that what happened yesterday was not important at all, and he survived anyway.

Just imagining himself as fragile as he was, who had no experience in the disaster and only placed his hopes on God, made Jason feel nauseous, but he also understood that it was a great fortune for ordinary people to die in the flames of anger instead of cold numbness.

Jason thought of Spider-Man again. He looked very cowardly and timid. Even though he had gained powerful strength, he did not bravely declare war on evil forces at the first time, and did not behave like a superhero.

But the topic of heroes may not occupy much weight in his life, because his family was stretched to a limit. No matter how strong Spider-Man was, he was not old enough to work formally, and this ability was difficult to convert into a reliable source of income.

Spider-Man is indeed not an ordinary person now, but he has never gotten rid of the situation of ordinary people, because he still has too many concerns, and it is too difficult for him to abandon these and become a lone hero.

Then there is Bruce. If there is a Bruce in a certain universe who is like what he experienced in this dream, and things have changed completely, and he has also become impoverished and struggling, will he just accept his fate?

Jason suddenly realized that he would, and he suddenly figured out why Batman's image of escaping himself in the dream was like this, because he became an ordinary person, an ordinary person like Peter Parker.

They may have some strengths in certain aspects, but this is not enough to pull them out of the ranks of ordinary people. They still live among the masses and are as busy as them.

This means that they have to endure the pain that ordinary people endure, those trivialities and grinding, but it also means that they don't have to bear the responsibility of superheroes.

Who would ask a person who lost both parents when he was young, was poor and destitute, had no skills, and had a family to support to be responsible for the current situation of this society?

It is better to say that they are victims of the current situation of society. Society should bear more responsibility for them and owe them.

In addition to the death of both parents, all of Batman's sufferings come from his distorted sense of responsibility. To some extent, most Spider-Men are also trapped by the saying "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility".

The troubles of rich people are always less than the pain of ordinary people, but the pain of ordinary people can hardly offset the gap between the sense of responsibility and efforts of those superheroes who want to benefit the world and the tragic results of reality.

The life of ordinary people is not all painful, because they don't ask for much and it is easy to please themselves, but the life of superheroes driven by a sense of responsibility is only driven by urgency, efforts to take action, the motivation to go further after success, and the regret of wanting to try again after failure.

Is this really okay? Jason thought so. If he hadn't been picked up by Batman, he might still be unaware and think that he was unlucky to be kidnapped by criminals. He would go home to rest for a day and then go out to work. He wouldn't blame anyone.

After enjoying the breeze by the river, Jason found a motel to stay in. He felt bad just at midnight. His body was hot, his mouth was dry, but he was cold. He must have a fever.

In the past, he was not so fragile. He would sit up and buy medicine. But now Jason was lying on the bed and didn't want to move. He just half-closed his eyes and looked at the ceiling, listening to the roars, scolding, trembling music, and drunkards mumbling from the next door of the hotel, which was completely soundproof.

The TV in the next room was playing a program, which seemed to be a midnight news channel, but soon a hurried female voice came: "The little girl Willy, the only survivor of many child attacks in recent days, described to the police that she had seen a clawed monster in her dream. Let's listen to the analysis of professional psychiatrists..."

Jason was dazed by the fever, and this information flowed through his cerebral cortex and disappeared in less than a second.

His clenched arms gradually relaxed, and Jason fell asleep in a daze.

In an ordinary apartment building, Bruce was sitting on the floor of the living room repairing a wheelchair. He did not watch TV, but just listened to the news on TV.

Gordon's voice came from inside the house. Bruce walked in quickly. He helped Gordon turn over, but Gordon did not fall asleep as usual. He just looked at Bruce and said, "Did you hear the news? There are killers killing children."

"Yes, Uncle Gordon, I heard it. It's a pity."

Gordon showed a painful expression. His only arm that could move curled up slightly. His fingers grabbed the bed sheet and said, "Maybe, Officer Ge Yin..."

Bruce lowered his eyes and said nothing. Gordon quickly restrained his expression and said, "Sorry, I shouldn't tell you this. You will be late tomorrow. You still have to go to work, go to bed."

"If you want to make a phone call, Uncle Gordon, I can give you the phone, but..."

"But it won't work, I know." Gordon showed a numb expression on his face, and he said: "I'm not a policeman for a long time, and there are very few people in the Gotham Police Department who know me."

"I believe they will handle the case well." Bruce lowered his head and said: "We can only trust them."

Gordon said nothing, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. Bruce turned around and closed the door gently, and sighed inexplicably.

In the universe of Arkham Knight, Batman and Poison Ivy overcame many difficulties, especially the strange fog and various strange natural phenomena in the fog, and finally touched the edge of the portal.

"Oh my god, I can't even think about what I've been through." Poison Ivy covered her forehead and muttered as if she was stimulated: "Fish with metal legs, killers wearing smiley masks, weird dolls, nuns who look like corpses, weird people with nails all over their heads..."

"Repeating this will not be good for your mental health." Batman said calmly.

"Which of the things happening now is good for my mental health?!!" Poison Ivy roared.

"If we succeed, maybe there will be." Batman's tone remained flat until he saw the current state of the portal.

Batman had been here before, but because he really didn't know much about magic, after the portal was closed, he couldn't find any mechanism to restart it or completely destroy it, so he didn't care for the time being.

But now, what appeared in front of Batman was not a portal, but a hole, a hole in the ground.