Raphael and Jason!
"I think we could talk about our hometown do you mind it?"
On the other side, Bruce, who had been chatting with Zemo for a while, suddenly became melancholy.
"No, I don't mind, I'd be happy to introduce my country to others."
Zemo shook his head, of course he wouldn't refuse to tell Bruce about Sokovia.
Wayne Enterprises holds amazing wealth. If Zemo can make Bruce have a certain interest in Sokovia and decide to invest or build a factory there, it can lead to a economic growth.
For Sokovia, Zemo was heartbroken.
Bruce seemed to be satisfied with Zemo's attitude, and he spoke first.
"My hometown Gotham, people's impression of it is always thriving business, developed industry and the city withe the world's largest crime rate, but very few people have actually been to Gotham."
"When prosperity and chaos appear in a city at the same time, can you imagine what it will be like there?"
"People only dare to go out during the day, because almost every night there are murders, robberies, thefts, and gang fights, and they don't disguise until after dawn to hide in the crowd, making this city no better than The special illusion of other cities..."
As Zemo's face, Bruce described Gotham's dark side vividly.
Then, it was Zemo's turn to speak.
"My memory of Sokovia still has a good side, but at the same time I'm well aware of its problems..."
Through this conversation, both of them learned part of the information about each other's hometowns from each other.
At this time, Bruce looked at his watch, and then asked Zemo, "Everything that happened in Gotham often made me think about 'justice'. I want to know how you think about the concept of 'justice'?"
"You have led the people to overthrow the old regime, built a new government , brought new hope to Sokovia, and reborn the whole country from its ruin, and all of these are your credits, Do you think you are righteous?"
Zemo was a little confused by Bruce's question, but he still expressed his true thoughts. After all, it was nothing to say.
"No, I never thought I was just, and I didn't think justice would bring peace to Sokovia."
Bruce nodded as if taught, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zemo, for disturbing you for so long. I'm leaving now. I'll see you again later."
"Jason, we should go now."
He turned his head to look, but saw that Jason and Raphael were happily chatting beside him, and he didn't hear Bruce's voice at all.
"Is it true? A missile flew in front of you, less than ten meters away from you! A real missile?"
Jason couldn't help exclaiming.
"Yeah, thanks to my luck, that missile didn't explode, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand here and talk to you now."
When he said this, Raphael's face was full of fear.
It turns out that when Bruce and Zemo were talking, Raphael was also telling Jason about his experience on the day of the Sokovia bombing.
For a thirteen-year-old boy, a story about war is exciting.
Especially when Raphael describes his own personal experience , what Jason hears is full of emotions, he is wishing this happened to him.
He has been growing up in the slum since he was a child, and it was only a few months since he was adopted by Bruce. Wherever he has seen a scene of war, Raphael can make him fascinated by just casual words.
Of course, what Raphael told may be slightly inconsistent with reality, but this is no big deal, just a simple and necessary artistic processing.
In order to achieve a certain purpose, Raphael had to polish his original experience in words and then tell it. He might not be able to deceive others, but it is not difficult to fool Jason.
And he almost believed him.
"Young people always find something in common, don't they, Master Wayne?"
After the conversation between Bruce and Zemo was over, Alfred came over, looked at Raphael and laughed.
"Jason! Come here, we should go!"
Bruce raised his voice, and this time Jason finally heard it.
"Okay, I know!"
He gave Raphael a reluctant look, said goodbye, and returned to Bruce's side.
Just as his childhood made him long for family, so Jason longs for friends.
Bruce and Alfred can make up for Jason's lost family, but friendship is different.
Although Bruce sent Jason to school, the title of "Bruce Wayne's Adopted Son" still made him feel out of place.
So far, Rafael is the only one who could communicate with Jason normally, and the other party is completely unaffected by his Wayne family background.
Not to mention, Jason also felt an indescribable intimacy from Raphael.
Some indescribable peculiar force made Jason willing to stay with Raphael.
It's a pity that he still has to return to Gotham after all. I don't know if there will be a chance to see this friend again in the future.
That's right, in Jason's heart, he already regarded Raphael as a friend.
Raphael watched the three of Jason leave. The seeds had already been planted, just waiting for the day when they took root.
On the other hand, Bruce left the exposition directly and took his own private jet.
"What did that boy tell you, Jason?"
Bruce asked Jason.
"He didn't say anything, just some previous experiences. Why do you ask this?"
Jason was puzzled.
"When you were talking about Stark, he was eavesdropping on us."
Bruce spoke amazingly.
"What? It's impossible!"
Jason put on an expression of obvious disbelief.
"He's been trying his best to hide that, and he's covering it up perfectly."
"He stared at the stage below from beginning to end. He didn't take a look at us, as if he didn't notice our existence at all."
"And that's exactly what's wrong."
"Is there anything wrong with this?"
Jason couldn't figure out why the other party didn't look here, there was a problem.
"Can you concentrate on Tony Stark's speech?"
Bruce asked back.
Jason shook his head again and again, letting him do this might as well kill him.
"Then do you think he can do it?"
Jason was stunned.
This question requires no thought at all.
Although Raphael doesn't show ill will towards Tony Stark, it's pretty obvious that he's definitely not a fan of Tony.
"So that's why you took the initiative to talk to Baron Zemo?"
Jason asked curiously.
"of course not."
Bruce denied Jason's speculation.