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"Hello? Hello?"

There was silence in the warehouse, except for the suspicious voice of the mercenary on the phone.

"Didn't you say that people were taken away by the Flash, what else do you want?"

Grace lifted her spirits and looked at the clown who was smiling strangely below her, holding the dagger tightly.

She hung up the phone, gritted her teeth and said in a hoarse voice: "You are really a liar."

The clown didn't respond to her words.

"Grace, dear Grace," he said in a low voice and twisted intonation, "you're really good at faking it."

"How did you fool that little bat?" He stared at Grace as if he was really curious.

The severe stab wound in the abdomen was like a small cut to the tip of a finger to him.

"Grace, what did you do to your classmates in junior high?"

The clown widened his eyes, raised his hand, and exaggeratedly said: "Oh, yes, you broke that boy's leg."

"When the teacher questioned you, how did you answer?"

"'I didn't kill him.'"

"...I didn't kill him."

The voices of the clown and Grace intersected, and the eyes of the two collided. The clown looked at Grace's emerald green pupils with a kind of indifference.

He couldn't help laughing again.

"Grace, you enjoy hurting people so much, that's the only thing that turns you on? Huh?"

"The Navy SEALs are a perfect fit for you! Guns, explosions and dead bodies, does that excite you?"

"How can you pretend to be a good baby in front of Batman? Let him trust you so much and care about you so much."

The clown's voice sounded like the whisper of a demon.

"Grace," he lifted his body, allowing the dagger to penetrate deeper, "does killing me excite you?"

He fell back to the ground, laughed wildly in a low voice, and kept saying, "Kill me, kill me quickly."

Grace has been silent the entire time, shadows covering her expression.

The Joker admired all of this, as if he was about to successfully thwart Batman again.

"Hehe..." Grace suddenly laughed.

She raised her head and pulled out the dagger from the clown's abdomen.

Grace looked down at the clown lying on the ground.

"You're wrong, clown." She seemed to hear something funny.

Grace tilted her head and said, "I thought you were going to say something."

"Well, I'm not normal," she admits without hesitation. "I have a hard time feeling emotions, and only violent stimulation can turn me on."

"Maybe that's why I joined the SEALs. I want to become stronger."

"That boy, he bullied his sister, and I have no compunction about breaking his leg."

"The first time I shot someone, I didn't really feel anything."

"but?"

The smile on the clown's face gradually disappeared with Grace's acknowledgment.

He was almost guessing what was going to happen next.

"But," Grace suddenly smiled, "Batman knows."

"Oh..." The clown looked disgusted by this sentence, and he covered his face.

"I don't have to lie to him." Grace seemed to be in an extremely happy mood.

But the clown was not as happy as before, he was very dissatisfied with Grace's answer.

"So what is this? Does he think he can change you?"

The Joker doesn't believe that Batman would do such a dangerous act. He has a very suspicious personality, so he wouldn't trust a person with a criminal record.

"No," Grace bent down, and this action caused her to touch the wound on her body. Her expression twisted slightly, "I changed because of him."

Her life has undergone earth-shaking changes the moment she met Bruce.

She failed to freeze to death miserably in that alley, and touched the first warmth in her life.

Since then, she has been different.

Grace grabbed the clown by the collar, lifted him up vigorously, and swung his fist with the other hand, slamming it hard.

The clown was knocked unconscious by her, and Grace let go of his hand, and he fell straight to the ground, unresponsive.

"I won't let him down." She murmured, not knowing who she was speaking to.

Grace's body shook for a while, and her head was a little dizzy, perhaps because her spirit suddenly relaxed after the crisis was lifted.

She immediately propped up the cargo box next to her, telling herself that she couldn't relax even more at this time.

Those mercenaries hired by the clown have gone somewhere, at least there should be one of them.

She patted herself on the cheek, and walked chaotically to Jason's side with the dagger in her hand.

Grace tried to sit on the ground, her expression suddenly became distorted.

It's a wound again.

She raised her hand and cut the rope tied to Jason's body.

"Robin, Robin, Jason..." Grace held him in her arms and called him softly.

Jason finally had a reaction after a few minutes. He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils slowly focusing.

"Hiss..." He immediately felt the pain all over his body.

"Don't move, take a break." Grace let him sit on the cargo box.

"Grace...?" Jason's consciousness was still a little fuzzy, he raised his hand to hold his forehead while talking, as if his head was hurting.

Grace returned to the clown with the rope that bound Jason, and tied him up.

After confirming that the clown would never be able to break free, she limped back to Jason.

"How did you get caught by the clown, aren't you by Batman's side?" Grace felt very strange about this.

She didn't think Bruce would let Jason fall into the Joker's hands so easily.

Jason has come to his senses, and he is a little shy in the face of Grace's question.

"Robin, what did you do?"

"...I ran away from home." He replied in a muffled voice.

Grace held her forehead slightly, and simply sat down beside him. She had no strength left, her head seemed to be dozens of times heavier, and her body couldn't hold it up at all.

"Did you have a conflict with him?" Grace asked softly.

Jason was silent for a while, without directly answering her question, he said, "...I'm here to find my biological mother."

"But she..." Jason was a little depressed, "gave me to the clown."

During this period of time, Jason's relationship with Bruce had indeed deteriorated. When he suddenly learned that he had a biological mother he had never seen before, he couldn't help but cast all his fantasies on this mother.

His only blood relative.

However, the reality is a hundred times crueler than his fantasy.

After finally seeing his mother, the clown and his mercenaries appeared not long after.

His so-called biological mother was held up and kept apologizing to him.

Perhaps it was because anger overwhelmed his rationality, and he was finally defeated in the face of the attacks of clowns and mercenaries.

He was immediately greeted with endless beatings and humiliations from the clown.

Before he was punched unconscious, he heard the Joker say that he would see his companions soon.

Jason never thought it would be Grace.

He turned to look at Grace next to him.

She was covered in wounds all over her body, and she looked much worse than him, and one hand was even pierced by a sharp weapon.

"I thought...she would be my relative." Jason whispered, the disappointment in his tone almost spreading.

Grace raised her hand and touched his head, and said softly: "It's not that your hope is wrong, she is not worth your time."

Jason didn't pat Grace's hand away this time, but just nodded slightly with a look of silence on his face.

He turned his head to look at the bound clown opposite, with a gloomy expression: "Is he not dead?"

"Oh, it's almost there." Grace was very confident about her knife, but God knows why the vitality of the clown is so tenacious.

Grace's voice was too soft, not at all like her usual, which made Jason couldn't help turning his head to look at her again.

"You're hurt too badly." He frowned.

Grace's eyelids began to fight, and she chuckled. "I know."

Jason felt that something was wrong with her, he moved his body and moved closer to her.

"It's so cold...!" After touching Grace's body, Jason was shocked by her body temperature.

Grace felt that the vision in front of her was a little blurry, and she shook her head.

"Sorry, I feel a little cold too, and... very sleepy." She supported her head.

"No, Grace, you can't fall asleep." Jason panicked.

"I won't, I won't..." She repeated, but her eyes gradually closed.

Jason tried to get up, even though he had a lot of injuries, but not as serious as Grace.

He walked to the other side of Grace, only to find that the penetrating wound on her arm was bleeding and seemed to be split open.

As soon as Jason touched it, his hands were covered with blood. He forced himself to calm down, took off his clothes, and tore them into strips.

Thanks to Bruce and Alfred for his usual teaching, he knows how to bandage too well.

"Is dear Grace going to die?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Jason turned his head abruptly, looking at the laughing man with bloodshot eyes.

"Shut up!" he yelled.

"Whoa whoa, she's really going to die."

The clown struggled a bit, and found that Grace was tied so firmly that he couldn't break free at all, which made his complexion worse.

"Robin Bird, don't you think Batman can't save anyone?"

He spoke provocative words in a low voice.

"He just makes people around him hurt again and again and again and again and again and again."

The clown kept repeating, as if he didn't notice the veins popping up on Jason's forehead.

"But it's not bad. With her dead, Batman might become a little more interesting."

He asked one last question.

"Robin Bird, do you think he will kill me?"

"Because of Grace Louisa's death?"

Jason still had an angry expression on his face, but his heart was shaken.

At this time, someone suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Don't listen to him, Robin."

Jason turned his head in a daze, and Grace gave him a weak and gentle smile.

The author has something to say: the short story behind the text 7:

Grace doesn't think she's normal.

Why should a normal person need to learn to be a normal person?

At the same time, Grace felt that she had learned so well that she really looked like a normal person after all these years.

But Bruce believes that she has long since ceased to be the seemingly abnormal girl who can't distinguish emotions.

Her care and trust in him was so warm that it made him feel hot.

Because he doesn't think he's worth it all.

Silently put some sugar in the knife so that you won't be beaten (slip)

There are a lot of barrel brothers today! (sprinkle flowers)