[Comprehensive] Retirement of the brave

Jason was lying in the abandoned warehouse, the cold ground reminding him of his current situation all the time.To be honest, he has never regretted it that much, not because there is no part of his body intact now, and he has been numb from the pain as if soaked in blood.It was because he knew it was a dangerous trip, but he still couldn't stand Theodore's entanglement and brought him along.

The clown was scarier than he had imagined.

From leaving Gotham to all his self-concealed pursuits, he may have unknowingly stepped into one trap after another set by the clown.Until he got tired of watching the circus, so the story ended, and a woman who claimed to be his mother made him fall into the situation he is now.

Why did things turn out this way?

It's not that Jason didn't imagine his own death, when he starved for several days in the crime alley and struggled to survive, when he hid in a hidden crevice and watched the gangsters fight with each other.His memories of his childhood are very vague, and he only remembers that he didn't seem to have a good time. He only remembers that he seemed to fall into Gotham Bay, and then swam all the way to Gotham.

In his barren imagination, the best death is probably not to die in ignorance, and to die as a hungry ghost.Few people in Crime Alley can live a stable life with gray hair and old age, and he probably doesn't have much money to allow himself to lie in a hospital bed.

It's also unlikely that a guy of unknown origin has a tombstone. It's common to die in a corner, or be thrown into Gotham Bay to feed the fish.But, I mean, it would be great if there was one, maybe to remind people passing by that there is a guy named Jason Todd buried here.

After living with Bruce, his concept has changed. Jason is no longer satisfied with dying in a low-key manner, silently, and a life of one more, no more, no less, no longer satisfies him.When he wore Robin's uniform and followed Batman, saving Gotham again and again from the knives of the gangsters, the guns of the gangsters, or the group of psychopaths, he began to hope that he could die like a hero.

Like the V in V for Vendetta.It must be a great thing for a person to die for some belief.

This is what Bruce taught him, or he learned from Bruce's words and deeds.Sometimes Jason thinks Bruce is like a martyr, throwing himself into the melting pot of Gotham like a firewood, and when he makes the furnace not just smoke but burn normally, he must be burned first Own.

But it was also Bruce who taught him that there would be someone who would always protect him and bear all the damage.Jason didn't say this even when he talked to Theodore. If he had a father, he hoped it would be like Bruce. As long as he saw his figure, he felt fearless.

During those days, to be honest, he seldom thought of death, even when he was blushing and neck thick from arguing with Bruce, the thought of death never entered his mind.

But no matter what, because of negligence, being beaten to death by a crazy psychopath in a smelly and dirty warehouse, and dragging another child of the family to be buried with him by the way, this was never in his consideration.

God!

Jason's eyes went black for a while, and he tried to raise his head to look at Theodore.He's in the hands of the green-haired lunatic with bad taste who's been back in his Arkham attire.The bundles were firmly tied, and there were bombs hanging on his body.

He should have listened to Bruce, he should have listened to Theodore.If he sat in front of the computer honestly instead of trying to follow along, things wouldn't be like this.

"Hey, are you running away from God?" The clown dragged the bloody crowbar and approached Jason with a smile. .”

"But it's okay, Uncle J will give you a free lesson." The clown raised the crowbar and threw it at Jason. Jason closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, ready to endure the pain.Hearing a "bang", the clown laughed out loud.

"That's right, that's right, that's it." He knocked his head hard, his eyes were red and bloodshot.The clown picked up the crowbar on the ground, jumped in front of Theodore, and put the sharp metal end on his neck, "Look, dear Uncle J found a little hedgehog mixed in the bat nest, hahahaha, tell me Uncle, are you a good boy?"

That damned power that restricts people!That fun new guy in Gotham!Running to Uncle Clown's territory, intervening in his game with the little bat without authorization, "Good boy, don't disturb others."

The Joker bowed like a comedian, the crowbar in his hand was his prop crutch.I have already discovered that as long as I feel that I am doing good deeds, as long as I can find a reasonable explanation for the behavior, the mysterious power will not work.

"Well, this is a necessary education. 'Strict teachers lead to excellent students', that's what an Asian man with his teeth and claws said. Then, the class begins." Jason lay on the ground, eyes wide open, watching the clown waving vigorously The crowbar, knocking Theodore to the ground with the first blow.Stick after stick, stick after stick, the old blood that was drying up was covered with a new layer.

Theodore remained silent and expressionless.The new body hadn't grown enough to understand the pain, and he hadn't learned to fake the pained expression the Joker wanted to see.

"A naughty child can't answer uncle clown's questions. Hey, can hedgehogs talk?" The clown held his chin, made dramatic thinking movements, and imitated the way a thinker held his head. Stand on the left foot for a while and then switch to the right foot. "Ah, ah, this is not very good, then let Uncle Clown think of a good way to teach you how to speak." He pretended to be kind and rubbed Theodore's head, and the blood on his hand rubbed on his hair.

"Yes," he rummaged through his pockets and took out a handful of diapers.The clown pointed the gun in the direction of Jason "beng", he poked Theodore with the pointed end of the crowbar, "You will definitely like this good idea of ​​uncle clown, I ask a question, you answer one. Of course not Well-behaved children can choose to remain silent, and then Uncle J can 'bang' and send our neglected little bird a sympathetic gift."

"I think you need to speed up." The woman wearing black-rimmed glasses and a white coat stood by the wall and said coldly.Sheila Heywood, a Hydra researcher, Jason's maternal gene provider, was the one who lured Jason into this warehouse before.

Don't get me wrong, she didn't speak out of compassion or some maternal relapse, and if she had that, she wouldn't be here now.Organizational tasks, recovering the guy who caused turmoil in Gotham, she just wanted to go back and return as soon as possible.

Sheila has nothing but indifference to Experiment 356, namely Jason, this disgusting defective product that made her lose the attention of her superiors.If you want her to say, this guy should die in the experiment, not survive and continue to hinder her mission.

The clown is too uncontrollable, maybe it was a mistake to choose to cooperate with him.

"boom!"

Jason tried his best to open his eyelids, trying to regain Piaoyuan's consciousness and figure out what happened.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous," the clown clapped his hands, "just to demonstrate to our dear little hedgehog hidden in the box." The gun in his hand was still smoking from the muzzle.Sheila fell to the ground with her eyes wide open, and the red hole in the middle of her brow took away all her vitality.

"Who is it that Uncle Clown hates being judged the most?" He spread his hands innocently.

Theodore's pupils dilated slightly, and if he was hit by that thing, he would die.

In his cognition, others, especially Jason, who was about his age, should be the same as him. Attacks on the ground didn't bother him, so when the clown attacked Jason, he remained calm.In my memory, Bruce and Dick seem to suffer from physical pain, but that should only happen when they grow up.

But death is different. He instinctively knows that death will happen to every life.It's something that can be brought in early, or it can be delivered late.

Excessive pain can make people numb. Jason is like this now. He saw the woman fell to the ground, and he could calmly think that she should be dead.But that's not the point, the image he pieced together from the few words he leaked from Bruce's mouth, when the clown cleans Theodore's mouth, he and he will die here.

Batman will come to our rescue.Even if he hasn't arrived yet, he will definitely come.Jason thought.

"The first question," the tip of the crowbar pierced Theodore's flesh and was pushed in by the clown.Of course, he still had a fake kind smile on his face, "What are you? A little monster?"

Theodore wriggled his lips, trying to control his tongue to match the tone of the answer. "Bang" the clown fired a shot, hitting Jason's left leg, and Jason let out a muffled groan unexpectedly. "Sorry, sorry, the gun went off." He smiled and blew away the smoke from the gun.

Broken syllables continued to emerge from Theodore's lips and teeth, and the overly tense nerves made him sound like he was reciting some strange spell.

Clowns are bored, and clowns hate boredom the most.He raised the gun again, "Where should we aim this time?" The muzzle of the gun dangled in Jason's direction.This undoubtedly stimulated Theodore's fragile nerves again, and he screamed at a high frequency, which reminded Jason of the first time he saw this guy.

Fear, fear, worry, urgency and other incomprehensible emotions are beyond his ability to express, so he can only choose to scream, like a rabbit with its ears caught, only thinking about escaping back to its own hole hide.

Accompanied by slight convulsions, strange and familiar images flashed before Theodore's eyes, among which death was the most common.The sky is always a dim yellow color, and blood red is everywhere.

Kicking Theodore who fell to the ground, the clown shrugged to his subordinates, "Well, it seems that we can only find other things to play. But uncle clown has always been kind, and of course he will not forget to give Dear little ones leave presents."

"What is it?" He knocked his head pretending to be confused, and then took out his hand covered in his clothes, "Dangdangdangdang, a cute little firework." Highly condensed version of C4, this firework is really small .

The clown put the bomb around the two of them into a big smiling face, and left with his men laughing wildly.

Submitted applications to the local area through Zhenglian and Fulian officials, and even reached an agreement with Fury to make concessions on some aspects, just so that Batman, who could arrive as soon as possible, was sitting on the Bat Fighter, seeing the positioning prompt that he was about to reach the target Location.There was a huge bang, and the broken stones flew high, and the dust filled the sky and covered the ground.

"No!"

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