Change your destiny from becoming a villain

At seven o'clock the next morning, Bruce Wayne had just woken up from a good night's sleep when his housekeeper Alfred rushed to his bedroom with a serious face.

"Master Bruce." There was a hint of suppressed anger in his voice, "Master Jason's coffin was stolen!"

"What!?"

Hearing this, Bruce jumped off the bed in an instant, and hurriedly walked towards the underground of Wayne Manor without even caring about putting on his shoes.

There is a secret basement built by Bruce, with countless advanced technological props, and a hidden elevator connecting the outside of the manor, which is specially used for Batmobile travel.

As for the Batplane...it's in another part of Wayne Manor.

Of course, the underground of Wayne Manor is just Bruce's first "warehouse", and the Batcave located in another location is the second. The configuration of the two is basically the same, even the Batmobile and Batplane.

This is a backup strategy to prevent the underground chamber from being unusable when Wayne Manor blows up one day. As for the situation where Wayne Manor and the Batcave are both destroyed... then the entire Wayne Group has to be used directly.

The research room, weapon storage and other things there are more than the first two.But there is nothing that can push Batman to this point... not yet.

"What's going on?" Bruce, who came to the basement, immediately sat in front of his supercomputer, and his fingers left afterimages on the keyboard. "I just watched his quiet burial yesterday."

"I don't know what happened." Alfred explained: "Just now I received a call from the cemetery manager, and he told me that they found a big hole in Master Jason's burial place while they were patrolling. The coffin that was put down yesterday has disappeared.”

"Oh, No!" Bruce yelled with a headache, "Isn't anyone noticing such a big movement of the tomb robbery?"

"This is the main point of this case, Master Bruce." Alfred quickly made a cup of coffee for Bruce, and brought it to him gracefully, "Since they finished their patrol last night until this morning, there has been no movement in the cemetery. "

"Not many traces were left, including around the scene."

"Then let's go to the scene and have a look." Stopping his hands, Bruce drank the coffee in front of him. "It's not easy for the grave robbers to hide with such a big coffin. Whether it's a group crime or an individual crime, they will be under surveillance." The cameras left marks."

"I just made a copy of the surveillance video of the entire Gotham City. We have enough time to investigate the scene before the supercomputer finishes screening and gets the results."

"The car is ready for you." Alfred took off a suit from the hanger at the side and handed it to Bruce, with a smile on his face, "Please change into your clothes."

……

On October Y, at [-]:[-] in the morning, Gotham Cemetery.

Leaving Alfred to deal with the terrified cemetery administrator, Bruce put on a pair of white gloves and squatted in front of Jason's tombstone to start looking for clues.

"The soil is wet. It seems that there was a light rain last night." He took a little soil and touched it with his fingertips, and then glanced at the ground next to him. "There are very few footprints on the bricks and stones on the ground. , should belong to the patrol personnel."

Taking out a small multifunctional scanner from his pocket, Bruce took a picture of the footprints that had no mud marks at all and let the computer analyze them.

"Height 168cm, male, and there are strange marks..." He looked at the analysis on the scanner, and murmured in surprise: "No shoes, and something like a cloth strip tied to your feet?"

"And he... has tattoos."

Although there are few, the instrument still restores some blurred marks from the remaining footprints. From the appearance, it looks like the "magic mark" that often appears in movies, which is very unique.

"Good, this is favorable evidence." Bruce took back the instrument, touched the tombstone lightly, then turned and walked away. "It's really not difficult to find such a unique tomb robber."

……

Dark and cold.

When Jason regained consciousness and found himself again from the hazy darkness, the first thing he did was to think silently.

"I'm alive."

He controlled the sound of his vocal cords, and what echoed in his ears was a slightly hoarse and low-pitched peaceful voice, which was exactly the same as he remembered.

He's been through his voice change for a long time.

When he realized that he was still alive, he began to feel around with his hands, and finally found himself trapped in a rectangular wooden object.

In terms of shape and construction...

"It's a coffin."

He whispered the answer, stretched out his hand to touch the "ceiling" of the coffin, but found that the coffin lid was not nailed, and he easily opened it.

And what followed was a mischievous voice with a hint of ridicule.

"Welcome back to the world, dear."

Jason who heard the voice immediately got up and saw the owner of the voice in the soft light.

It was a uniquely dressed Asian boy, about the same age as him, wearing a long red dress and a turban of the same color on his head.

He was holding a book in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the text without any deviation. There were extremely obvious black and red lines on the exposed skin, which were particularly similar to those "magic imprints" in the mysterious system.

They exist on all parts of the boy's body, except for a few spots on his face.

From Jason's point of view, it was quite terrifying - torture.

"Do you feel uncomfortable in your body? It's normal for your head to be a little chaotic when you just resurrected from a dead state."

"You mean...resurrection?" Jason looked down at himself, and the close-fitting suit made him realize instantly, "I'm dead."

"Is not this nonsensical?"

After closing the book with a snap, the Asian boy raised his head and stared at Jason's face, with a playful smile on his handsome face.

"You fell into the clown's tricks, were beaten by the clown and part of your bones were broken, and you protected your mother you had never met from suffocation in the explosion. It's really touching 'love'." He sniffed, and the expression appeared on his face. With a moving expression, "In view of this, I am going to give you a new life."

"I don't believe it." Jason jumped out of the coffin, with a very calm expression on his face, "Although you sound like a good person, neither the way you look nor the way you feel to me can be called a good person."

"I'm quite sure."

"Then you really make me sad, Jason, my child." He grinned open his mouth, showing a very cute smile, the sun was like an angel, "In order to prevent you from dying so young, I risk Steal your body in danger and let you return from hell."

"I gave you a new life, which is equivalent to your parents, but you arrange me like this..."

"Don't look so disgusting." Jason turned his head in disgust, "It's not funny for a person who is about my age to call me 'child' like my 'parent'! "

"Ah, I understand, you care about this appearance." He seemed to realize something, and smiled a little happier. "Don't worry, my age is much older than this appearance, Jason," he said from He got up from the chair and walked to Jason, and slowly extended his hand to Jason, who was much taller than him, with a very soft voice.

"You must remember my name, child."

Jason stared into his eyes, and under the hazy gaze, he bent down in a mysterious way, allowing him to gently hug his head, and stroke his hair as if being comforted by an elder.

"My name is Angra Mainyu [Angra Mainyu], I give you my [Love] and [Power]."

"May you find new meaning in your new life."

He lightly placed a kiss on Jason's forehead, as if turning on some switch, Jason was shocked, and a certain figure appeared in his mind again.

"I'm here to bless you."

Blood, explosions, suffocation, beatings...all the memories that made him horrified and angry returned to his brain and were engraved in the depths of his soul.

He remembered.

That damn clown!