[Comprehensive British and American] Don't rush, the angel beast is evolving

This bat dart has sharp lines, and the blades on the two wings are extremely narrow. Although it is not sharpened, there is still a vague murderous intent.

"I know it is sold at a high price on the black market in Gotham,?" Rorschach said seriously, "Although this is the only bat dart in my hand,? But I can guarantee that it is absolutely real, I want to use it This is to exchange news that is not important to you."

As soon as Red Hood saw the batarang in his hand, he immediately stood up straight. He stared down at the batarang and stepped forward: "Where did you get the batart—?"

His youthful and magnetic voice soon came to an abrupt end.

——Because he found out that this is a new bat dart that Batman has never used,? It has not yet been sharpened.

He knew that Batman would mark every bat dart, so he knew better than anyone whether this bat dart came from those underground dealers who took the risk to collect bat dart fragments, or somewhere else—such as Said that he hadn't visited the Batcave for a long time.

—Who can get the bat dart that Batman hasn't used yet?

He raised his head abruptly, and reached out his hand to take off Rorschach's hat with lightning speed.

...the golden hair like waves of wheat, like a golden waterfall, flowing in the dark alley, like a starlight suddenly falling.

"What are you doing!" Rorschach immediately clenched his batarang tightly, took a few steps back, leaned his back against the stone brick wall, and looked at Red Hood warily.

Red Hood was stunned for a few seconds.

Immediately, he uttered a curse word beginning with "F" in his throat, stepped forward and approached Rorschach, and when Rorschach swiped the bat dart towards his neck, he strangled Rorschach's wrist.

"Don't move!"

With a low growl, he quickly took off Rorschach's mask.

—He held his breath for a moment.

Appearing in front of him was an angry face that he was very familiar with but dared not recognize.

"You...fuck, fuck!" He looked at Rorschach, cursed twice again in a rough voice, and then let go of Rorschach's knee lift and pressed Rorschach's knee.

He suddenly asked, "What happened to your eyes?"

Rorschach was taken aback by his abnormal behavior, and subconsciously reached into his bag and put on the bracelet Tony gave him. His wrist was instantly covered with golden-red steel armor, and the palm cannon launcher was built into the nano-armor glove. He raised his hand and pointed at it. The red hood is directly a palm cannon.

Red Hood quickly let go of him, and jumped back to avoid the palm cannon's attack, "Fuck!"

Luo Xia took the opportunity to get away, took a few steps back, pointed his palm cannon at him, and said very vigilantly: "Why are you asking about my eyes? If you think I didn't offer enough chips, we can still discuss—"

Red Hood raised his hands to him, "Hey, calm down, Rorschach, calm down, I just, I just didn't expect to see you here—you don't know me?!"

Rorschach inspected Red Hood behind the Adamantium alloy gloves, and asked slowly, "Should we know each other?"

Only then did Red Hood realize that something was wrong with him.His gaze stayed on Rorschach's kryptonian blue eyes for a moment, and then said: "—Of course we know each other."

He put his hands down, looked at Rorschach's expression, and said in a deep voice, "I think we should have known each other for more than ten years."

Rorschach still didn't take back the glove.

"I did forget a lot of things, but they didn't tell me. I also made friends with someone like you."

—the red hood, the old jacket, the dirty trousers, the glaring gun case on the belt, it was not like anyone he would have known before, from any angle.

——If everything he was told after waking up was true.

At first Rorschach hadn't doubted what he had been told.

The first person he saw when he woke up was David, then Nora, then Tony and Bruce.From them, he knew how he fell down the stairs at home and how he lost all his memories.

They told him that he grew up on Manhattan Island with loving parents and a happy family. He had never experienced any accidents since he was a child, except this time he almost broke his head.

He was convinced of all this at first, until one day he suddenly discovered that, except for a few acquaintances who often came to visit him, he had no friends of his own age.

...which is obviously a bit unusual.

He was convinced that he wouldn't be unable to make friends of his own age, and he didn't think he would end up in such a miserable state.

Moreover, he has no classmates, and even his social accounts are clean. The first person who followed him after he opened his instgram account was Peter Parker, a New Yorker he didn't know, and none of his former friends followed him.

Well, even if he has no classmates, it can be explained by the fact that his popularity is so bad that no one wants to make friends with him, but the so-called comics he liked to read in his room are all new, which makes him want to It doesn't work.

It is impossible for him not to have even read the comics he likes.There is no trace of flipping through those comic books at all.

It was as if these books, his possessions, had all been purchased in haste.

It seemed that he had never, ever lived in this house with his parents.

This made him unable to help but doubt his own life.

And this suspicion reached its peak during his trip to the metropolis that day.

He actually cries to a video of Superman.The mysterious old man in the gray shirt - Rorschach spotted him at first glance, he was completely like an aging version of Superman, why did he discover him in the first place, and took him away from the homelanders and monsters Combat area?

As long as he sees that person... and thinks of those white hair, wrinkles, hoarse voice, that hot but solid chest, and that rough palm, his heart will feel as uncomfortable as if he has been soaked in salt water, and his heart will feel bitter. It hurts astringently.

Rorschach thought he must have known Superman before.

And that old man is probably Superman, the people of the motherland can't solve the mutant monster at all, it is Superman who took away the mutant monster-but why did Superman suddenly become so old?

There is no news or news about this situation. The latest photo of Superman was at the Moscow airport a few months ago. He picked up a plane and patiently took a photo with the rescued passengers. His face was handsome and bright.

Rorschach looked at Red Hood.

I also thought of the bar I entered just now, and the scenes I saw inside.

He suddenly had a bold idea——

He is most likely a super criminal who was arrested by Superman!

So he knows the Red Hood, so he has no friends, so he's scared to cry by Superman, all because, he's a criminal!

Maybe it's the kind of incorrigible super criminal who commits many crimes...

Rorschach thought about it.

Red Hood was immediately stunned by his words, he snorted coldly, turned around and stepped on his heavy motorcycle, and threw the helmet hanging on the handlebar to Rorschach: "Get in the car."

Rorschach caught the helmet and looked at the red hood vigilantly.

Thinking that the other party might have been his criminal accomplice, he couldn't help feeling a little closer, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Red Hood turned around and raised his chin at him: "Take you for a ride."

Rorschach looked at him hesitantly, then at the muscular heavy motorcycle, finally unable to resist the temptation of the big motorcycle, he put on his satchel, put on his helmet and sat on it.

—Anyway, he wears the bracelet Tony gave him, he can fight back at any time, there is nothing to be afraid of.

He sat on the black leather rear seat of the motorcycle, put his feet on the pedals, and held the handlebars with both hands. Because the seat was so short, he could only get close to the back of the red hood, and said in a buzzing voice in his helmet: "Yes Alright, let's go."

Red Hood snorted again and started the engine.The roar of the four-cylinder turbocharged sound was like the roar of a beast, and the widened special tires wiped out white smoke on the ground, and the whole car shot out of the alley like an arrow off the string.

The locomotive was speeding through the streets and alleys of Gotham, rushing all the way to the outskirts of Gotham. Even Rorschach could hear the sound of hunting wind clearly in his helmet. , There is a kind of carefree wandering on the line of life and death.

Rorschach was so excited that he yelled in his helmet, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Where are you going!"

Red Hood bent his upper body, lowered the center of gravity, and the locomotive drifted close to the ground at a turning intersection, without looking back, he said: "Go to a place I like to go."

Due to the curvature of the motorcycle seat and the inertia, the longer they drove, the closer Rorschach had to get closer to Red Hood. He felt that this was a bit gay, and he put his hands on Red Hood's shoulders embarrassingly. He said coolly: "If you don't want to be thrown away, hold on to me."

Rorschach could only shout loudly in the howling wind: "Okay, I got it!!!"

He tried to grab the jackets on both sides of the Red Hood's waist with both hands, and he galloped with the Red Hood all the way in the night against the bitter wind.

Like a shot ball, the heavy locomotive flew into the narrow and long suburban gravel road gate, turned sideways, and finally stopped on a low slope.

This low slope is covered with thick lawns, because no one takes care of it, the green grass grows wildly, and the lush weeds almost become a thick mat, extending from the side of the road to the bottom of the slope.

Rorschach jumped out of the car first, and Red Hood got out of the car, parked the car in front of a thick elm tree, then sat down on the spot, with one long leg bent, and the other leg resting on the lawn along the slope.

"Sit down." He raised his head towards Rorschach, and patted the open space beside him.

Rorschach sat down, and pulled his head out of the heavy protective helmet. His hair was messed up like a chicken coop, and his face was glistening with sweat.

But those kryptonian blue eyes are brighter than the stars in the sky.

"Did we really know each other before? Are you my accomplice?"

Before Red Hood could speak, he asked first.

"Partner??"

"Don't hide it, I guessed it," Rorschach said in a low voice, "Before I lost my memory, I was a super criminal."

"?????"

Red Hood raised his voice, full of disbelief: "Where did you guess that?"

Rorschach narrowed his eyes, "There are too many details, for example, I—"

"You are not a criminal."

Red Hood shattered his suspicions coldly and mercilessly.

The voice under the red mask was almost smiling, and the gloved hand pressed the back of the mask, pressed the buckle, and took off the hood.

A pair of blue and deep eyes fell into Rorschach's eyes in the starry sky.

The young man has thick black eyebrows, an upright and straight face, square cheekbones, the corners of his mouth are slightly drawn up in a half-smile, and there is a purple bruise in the corner of his eyes that he didn't know where he hit.

He looked at Luo Xia and said, "You really don't remember me?"

"you……"

Luo Xia looked at him seriously and carefully for a while, looked at him repeatedly, and finally came to a conclusion: "I really don't remember."

Jason Todd quickly smoothed the smile from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, and said viciously, "You even know that old guy, yet you forgot about me?"

"What old thing?" Rorschach asked puzzled.

Jason said angrily, "Who gave you the bat dart?"

"The bat dart? This is given to me by Boo-Bruce. Do you know Bruce? Who are you? How did you know Bruce?" Rorschach became even more confused.

Jason was dumbfounded for a moment.

Rorschach's expression and tone didn't look like he was pretending, he really didn't know the relationship between Bruce, Batman and Red Hood - he was real, completely forgot everything.

— No wonder neither the Don nor Dick told him about Rorschach.

... Something very bad must have happened to Rorschach.

He looked away, suddenly feeling that he didn't know what to say.

At this moment, he is like an outsider excluded from the Wayne family. Bruce has seen Rorschach a long time ago, and he also knows what happened to Rorschach. For years, he has been... lying in the tomb.

He, Jason Todd, had long since died on September 2015, 9.

Jason looked down at the palm of his hand and said darkly, "I have nothing to do with him."

"No, you must have some connection, otherwise you wouldn't ask about my bat dart," Rorschach said confidently, "Are you the Wayne Group's eyeliner in Gotham's underground world? No wonder Bruce can get me one." With the bat dart, I knew that the Wayne Group must have contacts with Gotham's underground forces."

"I'm not!" Jason yelled at him irritably, seeing that Rorschach was yelled at him, he froze again, "I have never had any contact with the Wayne Group, I, and, he, have no contact, understand ?"

"Oh..." Rorschall raised his voice. He looked towards the grassy slope and asked again, "Then who are you? I don't know your name yet."

Jason put his hands behind his head, leaned back against the tree, looked up at the twinkling, big and small stars in the sky, and said in a muffled voice, "...Jason Todd."

Rorschach also lay down with him, turned over and faced him, "Then I'll call you Jason, how did you know me before? I wasn't really a super criminal before? It must be a petty criminal, right?" , otherwise how did I know you?"

"..." Jason took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself down.

He pulled out a grass stalk and bit it near his mouth, and said vaguely: "—forgot. We used to... probably did a few small things together."

——For example, catch a few mental patients who escaped from prison in Arkham Hospital, the talent market in Gotham, and secretly drive the Batmobile together.

"Forgot?! Why did you forget such an important thing!" Luo Xia was a little discouraged. Hearing that he had done a few small things before, he asked curiously: "What small thing, robbing a bank?"

"No! No bank robbery, no robbing the rich to give to the poor, no!" Jason replied frantically, "You are not a criminal anyway!"

"what……"

Rorschach seemed a little disappointed—he thought he had a magnificent memory.

He turned over in disappointment, looked at the stars above his head, and said dejectedly: "Then what did I do before, why did they all gang up to lie to me..."

"What did they lie to you about?"

Rorschach replied sullenly: "They told me that I grew up in Manhattan and got A+ grades all the way. I didn't get sick or disaster, and I was a winner in life."

"Isn't that bad?"

Rorschach looked at the twinkling starry sky above his head. If he observed carefully with the naked eye, he could see that the stars had different colors.Some were a tinge of red, some were bluish, and some were pure diamond-like silver.

... The starry sky is like a big bowl turned upside down, covering him in it.

He stretched out his hand towards the black sky, opened his fingers, flipped the palm, looked at his fingertips and the back of his hand, "But, I always feel that these are all fake."

"Do you know? There is no perfect thing in the world. If a person's life can be so perfect, it can only show that there must be lies hidden somewhere."

Jason was silent for a while, "But they might just be for your own good."

"——I would rather face the incomplete truth than a perfect lie."

Rorschach pressed his index finger on a star shining like a diamond in the starry sky, and said softly.

He lowered his eyes, and before Jason could answer, he whispered, "Oops! My sandwich!"

He hastily opened his satchel and found a box of sandwiches from it.

This is the sandwich he prepared before sneaking into Gotham. He knew he was going to some dangerous places, so he prepared safe food for himself in advance. How could he have gotten into someone's car before he heard the news? The big motorcycle raced all the way to the suburbs.

I'm afraid the sandwiches have been bumped and rotten!

Fortunately, his sandwich was still in good condition. Thick slices of cheese and strong, salty ham were sandwiched between the sliced ​​toast. He took out one of the sandwiches and handed it to Jason: "Do you want to eat it?" ? The sandwich I bought in New York."

"..." Jason, who hadn't had dinner yet, quickly took the food from Rorschach.

Rorschach smiled at him, lay back on the grass, and munched on sandwiches with Jason, under the stars, loose and free.

And it was in the depths of the satchel interlayer, which he couldn't see.

The bat dart suddenly flashed red.

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