Chapter 52

...Fortunately, Jason didn't know that he had died countless times.

Yuna sighed inwardly.

In that case, Jason would definitely... Forget it, he still had a headache.

It's okay to experience that kind of despair by yourself, it's nothing at all.

Yuna felt that her brain was firmly protected by the "spiritual cage", and she also felt the emotions and thoughts that were not very active.

"..."

never mind.

"What's wrong, Yuna?"

Jason keenly sensed her emotion.

He had always felt that something was wrong with Yuna's mental state, but he never exposed it and maintained a silent understanding and balance.

If she were an ordinary person, he might choose to let her stay in a peaceful and happy place and recover her life well, but this person is Yuna, and such a life is tantamount to chronic suicide for her.

She longed for that kind of life, but she knew clearly that she couldn't have it.

——Even nine years ago, he tried his best to protect her under his wings and give her a place to stay. At that time, she was also secretly exposed to the dark side. Something?

Jason didn't know who caused this effect or how.

He only knew that his Nana was like an insomniac. Although she was too tired to hold on anymore, she couldn't even close her eyes, so she slowly lost the ability to close her eyes.

Because she had already decided that even if she closed her eyes and lay down for several hours, she would not be able to fall asleep.

In this case, why bother to do those meaningless actions again.

"Go back to Wayne Manor."

In the end, he just rubbed her head, tacitly not delving into that somewhat heavy topic.

"Okay."

Yuna said, and at the same time turned off the sound generator working on her neck.

The young man got a Harley from somewhere. Out of his habit of taking care of the little girl, he asked her to grab his clothes, put a helmet on her, and then sped off.

He didn't say another word all the way.

Yuna has something to do, and so does he.

Maybe they will reach the same destination in the end, and maybe in the process, they will be tit for tat.

Before this, "Jason Todd" was a dead man, and a dead man would naturally not have so many changes. But now he is alive. Since it is a living being, it will have its own ideas and the variables will increase.

Although it sounds a bit ruthless and cruel, it is the fact.

Whatever he can think of, Yuna can also think of. They are the kind of people who will not give up their ideals easily.

Even if it's a little crazy, even if it seems impossible to others. But once they decide, they will never regret it.

Just like when she learned the news of his death, Yuna would collapse and despair, and the spiritual pillar that supported her actions would have cracks, but she would not forget her ideals, and after covering up the wounds, she would still With that despair, he moved forward without hesitation.

What if there is a high wall ahead?

As long as they think it is correct and in line with their own ideas, they are willing to step into the abyss.

Jason hadn't actually found this kind of concept that he could believe in before, but after dying once, he found that he seemed to have found it. He was extremely convinced and insistent on his own theory - the influence of others could only improve it, but could not fundamentally change it.

The same goes for Batman.

That's why the Joker is so obsessed with him, because he is also a madman in essence.

The gate to Wayne Manor came into view and Jason stopped Harley, he didn't want to see this place right now.

The face of the old housekeeper was faintly revealed.

Jason turned away and lowered his eyes. Knowing that he was coming with a wheelchair, he hugged Yuna.

"Thank you, Master Jason." The old butler's gentle voice sounded, as if those bad things had never happened and Jason was still a child of the Wayne family.

"...Hmm." Jason frowned. After a pause, he replied with one syllable. Then he looked up at Yuna and said, "Let's go."

It was time to collect the heads with the gun.

Yuna blinked and curled her lower lip subtly.

"Brother, be safe."

Yuna had promised to come back today, so as soon as she entered the door, she found Tim waiting for her in the living room.

"Bruce is having a meeting at the company." Tim explained this way. Due to lack of sleep, his eyes were visibly blue, looking a little indifferent and depressed: "You... stayed up all night last night."

Yuna: "... "

Yuna: "...I thought you knew it was Jason. He told me that he had already contacted you."

She chose to take a preemptive strike, pursed her lips, and cast an inquiring gaze on Tim: "Why did you lie to me? That he's dead?"

Tim closed his eyes, and opened his red bloodshot eyes calmly, staring into Yuna's eyes: "What if his appearance is a conspiracy?" "

What if he was targeting Wayne ? What do you do with the products you created?"

Tim said this slowly, without any obvious anger or coldness. It's just that he is a teenager after all. No matter how much he doesn't want to scare his sister, he still can't control the emotion in his words. The coldness.

"..." Yuna was stunned: "I won't do it next time."

Tim choked back with one sentence.

The young man buried his head in the coffee cup depressedly.

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sp; After taking a few sips of coffee, which was so numb that he couldn't taste the taste due to too much intake, Tim finally woke up a little and pointed upstairs with a distracted look on his face: "...Bruce bought you a lot of things, including game consoles and so on... You go up and take a look, I will handle the work, so I won't accompany you."

He yawned and said with a nasal voice: "Be good. Yes, you know."

Yuna: "..."

Yuna tugged on the sleeve of Ah Fu who had just walked over behind her to make him pay attention to her movements: "How many days has brother Tim not rested?" "

About a week I didn't really lie down on the bed." Ah Fu frowned, and after thinking about it, he realized the seriousness of the matter. Just as he was about to step forward, the little girl controlled the wheelchair to move.

Thinking of the scene where she dealt with Bruce lying in bed, Ah Fu's eyes filled with smiles and he chose to stand where he was.

So Tim, who tilted his head and almost fell asleep, found that the coffee cup in his hand had been taken away.

Tim: "?"

The person who came over obviously knew how to reduce his presence and threat. He was silent, coupled with the familiar and harmless aura, which made him unable to react for a while, and naturally he had no conditioned reflex to hurt her.

Tim then raised his eyelids again and saw a little girl who was a little shorter in a wheelchair and frowned at him, her beautiful sapphire eyes filled with disapproval.

This familiar look stirred Tim to wake up briefly, and his sleepiness dispersed.

...At that moment, he thought he was facing Batman.

"You haven't had a good sleep for so long. Are you thinking that you will live longer?"

The little girl's movements and expression were quite strange, and she seemed dissatisfied.

Maybe this is a double standard. It's okay for you to stay up late to be happy, but for Tim to stay up late?

That won't work, she must be allowed to sleep.

Even she calculates her body data accurately, takes in the minimum amount of food at the right time to maintain the body's operation, and supplements the minimum amount of sleep at the right time to ensure that her efficiency remains high - and she does not put herself at risk. seek death.

But with Tim doing this now, she was afraid that one day the news "Shocked! Young Master Wayne died suddenly at home, and the reason was..." would make headlines.

"The work is not done yet." Tim, who had been in the cat's nest for a long time and could understand what she meant without a translation, laughed unconsciously, stretched out his long arm, and tried to get the coffee back from behind her: " After I finish the rest of the work, I will take you to the largest amusement park in Gotham." In

a typical coaxing tone.

Yuna sneered.

She raised her eyebrows as if she had thought of something: "Forget it, seeing as you look like this, I'll go to the amusement park by myself."

Tim, whose eyelids were too heavy, didn't realize it for a moment: "...huh?"

Yuna smiled. Then he pushed the coffee back into Tim's hand.

Goodbye, she went to find a vest to fall in love with.

Don't cry when you come to your senses and see that your sister has been abducted.

"Ah Fu~ I'm going out to play by myself."

Ah Fu suppressed a smile: "Can you wait any longer? Master Dick will be home soon."

"Well... you can let him find me on the road." The pampered one Children can easily become coquettish and willful, but no one hates her like this.

Ah Fu was very pleased with the energetic Nana: "But Miss, do you want to go out in a wheelchair again? With all due respect, it seemed that you walked for a long time to get to the city last night." "

..."

Ah Fu still talked to her Went out the door together.

The Wayne family's most low-key car drove on the road, attracting the envious and jealous eyes of countless passers-by, but Yuna accepted it well.

That "Richard Grayson", her legal eldest brother made her a little curious, and the appearance of the next identity also made her look forward to it.

After all... it was foreseeable that Gotham's stagnant waters would be completely stirred up.

"We've arrived at the place we agreed with Master Dick."

The old housekeeper helped her get out of the car, and the beautiful and unique Miss Wayne once again attracted the attention of others.

She positioned herself, raised her head, and saw a scene that didn't look very good.

The girl who was clean and bright during the day was stunned for a moment, and then showed a helpless look.

...Did you meet an acquaintance?

But among the people she knew that they had investigated, no one would let the young lady show such an expression... Could it be that they met in Italy? Who could it be?

The old housekeeper followed Yuna's gaze and looked over.

A breeze blew by, lifting the young man's hair and revealing his bandaged right eye.

The extremely handsome young man had black hair as thick as crow feathers, which was slightly curly. After the wind passed, the broken hair on his forehead quickly fell away slightly. His eyes were a rare iris color, and the shape of his eyes was very beautiful. His eyelashes were long and curled, and there was an irresistible smile on his lips. He looked at the sea in the distance as if he was very satisfied.

He seemed to notice the line of sight here, and his pupils moved over, looking as fragile and harmless as porcelain.

However, the housekeeper, who was once an agent, instantly caught the extreme danger in him.

That special sense of danger, the tingling feeling that makes one's scalp numb, far exceeds that of most criminals in Arkham.

The housekeeper calmly moved his hand to the gun: "Miss, let's wait in another place."