thefictionvixens Chapter 105 I Don't Want to Go Crazy Like This
Chapter 105 I Don't Want to Go Crazy Like This
Chapter 105 I Don't Want to Go Crazy Like This
Memory is like a piece of cloth forcibly torn into pieces, scattered and fragmented.
I hate this feeling.
To the point that I can't tell whether I'm dead or alive right now.
If he dies, I will only feel sorry for him.
It's such a pity we couldn't kill that son of a bitch.
as well as..
Rainy night, Gotham, alleyway.
There were no deafening gunshots.
There was no dramatic sound of pearl necklaces scattering on the ground.
Some of them are just the noisy sounds made when a wrench pries steel.
.
.
Fortunately, the rain covered up the noise.
After all, what I'm doing right now isn't exactly honorable.
"We're going to get rich!"
The boy wiped the rain off his face and looked smugly at the tire he had removed.
In a moment of relief, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of my eye.
The other person appeared in front of him without him even noticing.
His heart skipped a beat in that instant.
Oh no, this is going to be a disaster...
Batman stood before him, raindrops the size of beans sliding down his helmet and falling to the ground.
They looked at each other for a moment.
A sound colder than tonight's rain came out.
Batman said, "You know perfectly well that this is a Batmobile, right?"
The boy instinctively took two steps back, gripping the wrench tightly. He swallowed hard and replied, "You know perfectly well you parked the car in an alley in Gotham, right?"
Another brief silence followed.
Without even thinking, Jason Todd hurled the wrench in his hand at the strange man called Batman!
What a terrible day!!!
He threw down the wrench and ran away without looking back, his footsteps pounding in the puddles on the road.
But the next second, Batman reappeared in front of him.
Then he lifted him up with one hand.
Jason resigned himself to his fate, his defiant gaze meeting the other man's cataract-covered eyes.
"Listen, you freak, if you want to beat up kids, just like any other bastard, go apply to the Gotham Police Department."
Batman leaned closer, his voice still icy.
"I'm only asking you once, so you'd better think it through before you answer me."
,"explain."
Jason doesn't know who's behind the Batman mask, and he doesn't want to know his true identity.
Even if he knew these secrets, it wouldn't solve his hunger.
But on this rainy night...
He seemed to see Batman smile.
Although it is not very obvious.
But he did see it.
A barely noticeable curve rises.
The question is—are you hungry right now?
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"Gurgle"
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"Alright, we should get going, Jason."
.
Bruce Wayne, who hadn't even put on his hood yet, took a sip of the coffee his butler handed him and shouted into the brightly lit Batcave, "If you can't even get dressed quickly at home, I'm worried about your efficiency on missions later."
Alfred, the butler standing nearby, chuckled softly upon hearing Bruce's words: "Perhaps he's grooming himself in front of the mirror. I remember when Master Grayson first put on his cloak, he spent about half an hour admiring himself in the mirror."
"No, Jason won't."
Bruce then gave the butler a "don't say anything" look before continuing, "Jason, come here right now, or I'll go on patrol alone!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a boy dressed like a robin suddenly jumped down from above.
He jumped between the two of them.
"Whoosh!"
Alfred feigned surprise, taking a few steps back. "Good heavens!"
Jason laughed: "Surprised, weren't you?!"
"Almost there."
Bruce put down his coffee cup. "Because I saw you sneaking behind the computer array three minutes ago."
"I don't believe you! I definitely scared you!"
Bruce neither confirmed nor denied it, and asked a different question: "How are you feeling?"
"This is absolutely awesome! I'm Robin now, the Wonder Boy, the teammate Batman needs most!"
Jason was gesturing wildly, looking like an excited monkey.
Then he started running toward the Batmobile parked not far away.
As he ran, he kept looking back: "Hurry up and catch up with the old man, we need to go punish the bad guys!"
It's hard to imagine that such a slender body could contain such astonishing explosive power.
With just a slight tiptoe, Jason leaped onto the top of the Batmobile like a nimble bird.
Overwhelmed with joy, he raised his arms and cheered, "This is the best day of my life!!!"
"Guess my riddle: What is something that's all stars, yet not in the sky?"
Jason bent down, easily dodging the Riddler's question mark cane attack, and punched the man in the jaw.
Before the riddle-solving man could even get up after falling to the ground, his chest suddenly felt heavy.
Jason jumped onto his chest. "The answer is—the starry sky that appears when I punch you in the jaw!"
"Don't move!"
Jason turned his head, and his face had changed from that of a boy to that of a teenager.
The original warehouse site was transformed into a building in an instant.
"Or what? Shoot me?!"
boom! boom! boom!
Perhaps the bullet missed, or perhaps Jason was just agile; in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the criminal.
He knocked the other person down with a knee strike.
Then, he delivered a sharp chop to the criminal's shoulder.
Click!
"Aaaaaaah, my bones!!!!"
"Robin!"
Batman strode forward, grabbed Jason's shoulder, and yelled, "You broke his collarbone!"
Jason raised his head: "He's not just a drug dealer, he's a human trafficker! I don't think breaking his bones is the best punishment for him!"
The rebellious phase of adolescence.
Batman thought to himself, then said coldly, "A broken collarbone can cause secondary damage to internal organs! We need him to confess the truth, but you just knocked him unconscious like that!"
He was very dissatisfied with Jason's performance tonight; he was almost angry.
"Feel sorry."
Jason lowered his head silently, then looked up and met Batman's eyes directly: "But he deserved it!"
"You have no idea, Bruce! My biological mother might be there! Please, don't stop me from finding her!!!"
"I didn't stop you, but what if she didn't?"
"I have no idea....
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Bruce patted the boy's shoulder lightly.
"I will help you find her."
""
"Hahahaha, look who's here?! It's not a good thing for birds to leave their nests too early!"
A clown dressed in a purple suit, his face covered in exaggerated white paint, appeared in sight.
Jason struggled to lift his head, feeling as if a boulder was pressing down on it.
He chose to ignore the clown in front of him and turned to look at another slender figure.
"Why? Mother..."
""
Hearing the boy's words, the woman chuckled and said, "Don't tease me, child. Our insignificant relationship isn't worth mentioning. In other words, your presence only affects my cash flow..."
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boom!
A metal baseball bat suddenly struck Jason in the face, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
The clown didn't look at Jason; instead, he stared at the blood-stained baseball bat.
"Um.
""
The clown suddenly yelled, "No, no, no! This doesn't feel right!"
Despite saying that, he immediately grabbed the baseball bat and swung it at Jason's stomach!
Jason cried out in pain, a look of agony flashing across his face.
The clown released his grip, and the metal baseball bat fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Hey you! Yes, you! Quickly, bring Uncle J's crowbar!"
Then someone handed the clown a crowbar.
The clown took the crowbar and excitedly kissed the bend in it, as if it were some incredible treasure.
"Oh dear~ My poor little bird, doesn't it like baseball bats?"
"I guarantee you'll love this!"
He watched as the crowbar was swung towards him.
Jason instinctively closed his eyes.
The scene in my field of vision should have been completely black, just like someone's cloak.
But at this moment, he felt as if he had not closed his eyes.
These images, like the stinking sewers of Gotham, came crashing down on him along with Killer Croc's fists.
He tried to run, but found himself moving at a pitifully slow speed, as if he had been hit by Mr. Freeze's freezing ray, and the lowest level of it at that.
He tried to resist, but found that his limbs were instantly entangled and bound by thick green vines.
He tried to shout, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all, as if the professor with the pig face had modified his throat.
The fragments of memory were rushing towards them again!
Jason cried out internally, "Please...no...I don't want to see this anymore...please...Bruce...where are you?!"
Those fragments of memory that could drive someone mad are not human; they cannot hear his inner thoughts.
Jason could only watch helplessly.
As they drew closer, Jason couldn't imagine how his mind would shatter next!
How much worse would it be than death?!
Just as these painful fragments of memory were about to touch him.
He realized that something was holding them back.
"?!"
The next moment, those fragments of memory, like a rope being suddenly pulled, vanished into the darkness as a fleeting afterimage.
Next.
A red-eyed crow came into view.
"Thank goodness, I almost missed it again, and then I almost got poisoned by the Lazarus Pool tea..."
""
A grayish-feathered crow came before him and spoke in human language.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Oz."
"From this point on, the contract is complete. I will help you hunt, and in return, I will take a part of you and a part of your prey."
"Also, there's a quick Q&A session you need to answer."
"What kind of person can't even hold onto death, yet is always being targeted by a crowbar?"
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