Bruce saw Jason again on the balcony on the top floor of the hotel in Washington, DC.
He didn't wear the Arkham Knight suit, or even any mask or hood. He just wore a jacket. He opened the balcony door of the hotel suite where Batman was staying, and a burst of cold air rushed in.
At this time, Bruce had just taken off his suit jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and was about to change into pajamas. He needed to get enough rest, as tomorrow would be a tough battle.
Jason stood in front of the window and looked at him, then lowered his eyes and threw a pile of information on the sofa next to him.
Bruce had an extremely urgent urge to walk over, but he restrained himself and stood by the clothes rack and looked at Jason.
Jason lowered his head and said, "I told you I'm not sick."
But Bruce did not ask questions such as "Did the treatment work?" because even if he didn't use Batman's ability to look carefully, he could see that Jason was much better.
The young man put his jacket on the back of the sofa next to him, then threw himself into the soft sofa, put his arms on the back of the sofa, turned his head back to look at Bruce and said: "You paid the man named Schiller
How much is it?”
"At least it's worth the money." Bruce commented.
Jason understood the meaning of his avoidance and just stared at him closely. Bruce paused as he unbuttoned his cufflinks. He walked towards the bathroom next to him and said, "I need to rest. The assistant will give it to you next door."
Arrange a room.”
Despite the less than polite send-off, Jason rarely raised any irritable questions. He sat silently on the sofa and stared at Bruce's actions until he turned his back and disappeared behind the screen at the bathroom door.
Bruce walked to the sink and finished untying his cufflinks. In his sleeves, he saw a trace of blood on the edge of the bandage on his arm.
Bruce took out the medical bag from the bottom drawer. As soon as he opened the zipper, he saw a black shadow covering the ground in front of him. When he turned his head, Jason was standing at the door looking at him.
This is really not good news, Bruce thought. He still prefers the grumpy big alarm clock from before. Why did Schiller even teach him how to walk silently?
Jason stared at Bruce's arms with a cold face. In fact, they were both Bruce's arms. The left arm was injured, but it looked like it was almost healed, but the wound on the right arm was fresh.
And judging from the surgical knowledge that Jason had just learned, it was not caused by an accident, nor was it incised by someone else. The direction and force of the knife showed that it was Bruce's own incision.
"I will remember to keep a syringe next time." Bruce's mind was still racing. He turned his head back and turned on the faucet to wash his hands.
Jason stepped forward and wanted to reach out to pull Bruce's arm. Bruce stepped back and said, "No, Jason, this is nothing to see. I want to change the dressing."
"You gave him your blood." Jason still stared at Bruce with cold eyes and said, "He is studying the clown virus, so he needs to analyze the components of your blood."
"I didn't know you had this level of medical knowledge." It was still nonsense, and Bruce looked like he just wanted to get over it.
"It's not like you didn't prepare a syringe at all." Jason's tone contained anger. He said, "You did it on purpose. You wanted to hurt yourself and bleed in this way. Batman, why?"
Bruce's Adam's apple moved.
The muscles in his lips moved in a way that is difficult to describe. The reason why it is difficult to describe is because after the muscles in a normal person's mouth experience such activities, a sentence will inevitably come out of his mouth.
He spit it out, but Bruce didn't.
He took a very long time to complete all the forward movements to speak, but in the end he said nothing.
Jason refuses to let go, so Bruce has only one way left, and that is to use Batman's intimidating power.
"This has nothing to do with you, Jason, get out of here." As he said this, his facial muscles changed in an instant. He was no longer the slightly smooth businessman, but the dark knight who could bring fear to everyone.
At this moment, Batman suddenly discovered that Jason was immune to his deterrence.
"Seriously, Batman, do you know how to do this?" He even had the energy to taunt, "Put your face straight, make a serious expression, and ask others to leave without any politeness. That's really enough."
Despicable."
Batman found himself scolded.
Of course, it doesn't mean that he hasn't been scolded before. There are too many people scolding him. In Arkham Asylum alone, an academic paper could be carved on the wall by scolding him.
But if he remembered correctly, it was also possible, or probably similar, that this was the first time he was scolded by his own Robin.
Batman admitted that his brain shut down for a moment.
"You're the one being rude now, Jason, get out."
"No."
Very good, once they would quarrel to this point, one of them would turn around and leave, usually Jason Todd, because after all, the place where they quarreled was called the Batcave, not the Robin Cave.
But now Jason had no intention of leaving. He folded his arms and leaned against the bathroom door, staring at Bruce coldly.
Bruce decided to go by himself, but the biggest problem now is that the door of the hotel bathroom is unlikely to be large enough for two two hundred pounds to enter and exit in parallel, or even sideways. This is the strongest Robin he has ever raised.
The door was blocked tightly.
First of all, he couldn't fight Jason here, because he bet that the entire corridor outside the door was now full of FBI people. The conversation with the FBI director just now was not a pleasant one, Bruce
I won't choose to give the agents any clues.
Secondly, he recalled his mood when he turned around and walked to the bathroom. Of course, he was a little impatient, so that he didn't have a batarang with electric shock and anesthesia functions, so he couldn't subdue Jason in one breath.
Then there is only one way left, find a way to convince Jason to get out of the way.
But Batman never made it through the rest of the argument.
He didn't even think about how to proceed with the topic after he lost his intimidation in front of Robin. He was really not good at this.
"You must be thinking about how to get out of here." Jason snorted and said: "But I won't get out of your way unless you answer my question. You don't want me to believe that there are still people in this world.
Is there a question that Batman can’t answer?”
For the first time, Batman felt that the sound of one of his birds was so unpleasant, and his words were too unpleasant, Jason.
But he only thought about this sentence in his heart, because he knew that if he said this sentence, Jason would let him know what it means to speak harshly.
Gotham gangsters have never been good at yin and yang, Batman felt that Jason should be trying to restrain himself, and he must not give him a chance to curse.
He suddenly realized that he couldn't accept from the bottom of his heart that his Robin was swearing at him, even with the modal particles.
So Batman showed a rare attack stance.
But Jason laughed and said: "You plan to use violence to solve the problem, Batman, you will have a day, I said you will always have a day."
What he responded to was Batman's sandbag-sized fist.
Three minutes later, Jason squatted in front of the TV in the hotel suite, using the reflection of the TV screen to apply medicine to his cheekbones and eye sockets, while Bruce sat on the sofa and wrapped a bandage on his arm.
"I will tell Alfred all this, Jason." Bruce said: "Your performance today will make you lose the final snack exemption."
"And Alfred will definitely stand firmly on my side." Jason said without looking back: "I will tell him that the reason why I was captured and locked up by the clown was because the two of us had a quarrel, and you
He didn’t even think about me at all.”
"Don't talk nonsense, Jason."
"Are you scared, huh?" Jason knelt on the ground, turned to look at Bruce and said, "I will also tell him that we had another fight today and you punched me."
"My hand is hurt."
"Yeah, so I'm going to put more iodine on it to make it look a little more serious, and who's going to lose the snack immunity?"
Bruce pursed his lips, almost invisible.
Jason turned his body completely around. When he was kneeling on the ground, he did not show his strong body. This reminded Batman of Jason's boyhood when he was Robin.
At that time, he was still a nimble and strong bird, not known for his strength, but children always grow up very quickly. Judging from the feel of the punch just now, Jason should be heavier than him soon.
Bruce felt an indescribable emotion wandering back and forth in his heart, so he stopped what he was doing and looked down at Jason.
"You just don't want to give me an answer, do you?"
"Don't do that, Jason."
This was the last word of rejection that Bruce felt he could say. He stood up angrily and walked away as usual, even beating the FBI agent at the door.
Bruce would allow him to do this, and would even allow him to knock them all down. Hanging them outside the building would not be an option. It would be bad luck for them if they fell. This is the 18th floor...
Not good, Jason Todd didn't react.
Bruce discovered that Jason no longer seemed as irritable as usual, which caused everything they were experiencing now to be brand new.
And Batman never wins an encounter.
"You used the Batarang to give your arm a longer and deeper scar than it was during the battle. Why? Batman?"
It was really time for him to leave the nest, this giant cuckoo. Bruce found himself very angry. Not only did Jason want to kick the other chicks out of the nest, he actually wanted to kick himself and kick him out tomorrow.
Jason was still staring at him and repeated it again.
"Tell me why, Batman."
That's enough. Bruce took a deep breath.
What on earth did that damn psychiatrist treat?
What he wanted was his robin, even a cardinal, but not this one... an eagle, or some other bird of prey that looked like it could feed on bats anyway.
Peter Parker's internship salary is gone.
This is the greatest resistance Bruce can make.
Then the mixed emotions lingering in his heart finally stayed in his throat, and he spoke with a tremor that he couldn't explain.