Batman moved forward slowly while holding on to the wall. The cold rock seemed to clear up his chaotic mind. Although he was still unable to see, he could feel the clarity between his eyes.
People don't understand him, never will.
Even though the Batman used to be brutal in his methods, the current Batman is much softer and he allows himself to be surrounded by young children.
From a lone avenger to a parent and leader, but surrounded by people in front and behind, I am definitely not in the most perfect state.
Something has been forgotten.
The dark instinct brought him back here. The 'Out of Control Protocol' was launched not long ago, but when he was fighting it on the street, he suddenly felt a familiar feeling.
Batman's memory has never been wrong, but at this time, he felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.
This was a very abnormal phenomenon, because he found that there were gaps in his memory, and in addition, there was something else that kept making noises in his head.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
It seemed like the pocket watch was moving, but the sound became louder and clearer as he walked somewhere.
The dark cave was very deep, but he felt more and more that there was something waiting for him ahead.
After walking in the darkness for about two minutes, he came to the end of the secret cave. There was nothing special here, but there was a huge wooden box.
It looks a bit like a treasure chest in a video game, but here's the thing, Batman never plays childish video games.
But he could feel that it was this box calling him, and the voice in his heart became more urgent.
He dragged his long black cloak to the box, put his hands on the box with his last strength, and pushed open the lid with difficulty.
The next second, Batman's eyes suddenly opened, as if a flash of lightning flashed in his mind.
"Hey, Jason, where are you on the phone? Have you reconciled with Batman?"
When Su Ming came here with a group of people, he happened to see Red Hood holding a mobile phone and reporting to his teammates that they were safe, namely Artemis and Bizarro, his team of outlaws.
Seeing Deathstroke and his people coming in like this, Jason originally wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed it back. He just waved as a greeting and hurriedly said goodbye to the person on the phone:
"I gotta hang up, do you understand? Bizarro, I mean I'm gonna hang up, not hang, God, no, not hang by God, oh my God, no, don't mind me
Modal particles, the 'heaven' I'm talking about here is not my god, it's nothing. In short, you don't need to come to Gotham to do the Texas job, do you understand? Well, that's it.
"
The communication with Bizarro is a bit troublesome. Cloning Superman is good for everything, but it seems that Luthor spent six billion dollars and failed to clone Bizarro with superhuman intelligence.
For many people, they are not willing to take a mentally retarded teammate with them.
But Jason likes Bizarro instead, because the big guy is simple enough and practical enough. He will never betray him or let people down like Batman.
So even though Bizarro often couldn't understand what he was saying, Jason was never in a hurry and would explain patiently.
Putting away his phone, he shrugged, a little embarrassed and deliberately found something to say:
"Hi, Deathstroke, Bobo, good evening everyone, don't get me wrong, I just passed by the Batcave, are you looking for him? He is in the cave behind me, I don't know what he is doing, maybe going to the toilet?"
But when Shazam foolishly wanted to walk into the cave to see Batman, Jason took two steps sideways and blocked the big boy.
Because Batman said, don't disturb him.
"Well, I'm really here to see Batman, but I see you're idle right now. Do you want to take an order?" Su Ming pulled Shazam back and suggested to Jason with a smile: "I can use it just right.
On you and your great caste blade."
"Okay, that's okay. Who to kill? How much?" Jason took off his helmet and wiped the sweat from his hair: "You are equivalent to an iron can with magic immunity, but you still need me to use the Great Caste Blade to target the target.
It shouldn’t be simple, right? So you’d better quote a better price.”
"I'm actually very rich, because I made 47.5 million US dollars from Batman before, and I gave it to Barbara to help me manage my finances."
Throwing a cigarette to the other party, Su Ming smiled and patted Jason's arm, indicating that the other party should not worry about his ability to pay:
"Although the money will not be available in the fund account for a while, I can use hard currencies such as gold and gems to trade. By the way, have you bought any gifts for your teammates?"
"Gifts? Buying gifts for teammates is too deliberate to please, isn't it? When I think of their touched expressions, I feel so sick, haha."
Jason shook his head as if he felt numb. He laughed, jumped to the table nearby and sat down:
"I'm not that kind of person. Besides, neither of them like gold and jewelry. Artemis likes weapons, and Bizarro likes dolls. Whenever you do a mission, just grab some."
"Okay, then I will find someone to exchange for gold. For one million dollars, you go and kill Doomsday Blues. Harley and my cousin will cooperate with you."
Su Ming offered a good price, at least for a non-professional mercenary like Jason who spent three days fishing and two days drying nets.
After he came back from the dead, he became a mercenary, but he still hung out in Gotham most of the time. In terms of reputation, he was still inferior to Deadshot, so naturally he couldn't get top-notch offers.
"Doomsday Blues? And your cousin?" Jason began to check his firearm: "Forget it, at least give me a photo. Where is the target now?"
He accepted the task because the price was very good and a target he had never heard of before. He was probably a loser?
However, it might be a bit embarrassing if Harley was around. When the Joker killed her, Harley wanted to stop him, but she couldn't do it either.
But whatever, if it's to make money, this is nothing.
"I have better ones than the photos." As he said that, Su Ming wrapped the symbiote around Jason's wrist and poured some relevant information into the latter's mind: "Doomsday Blues is a spell caster. Where exactly is he?"
I don’t know, so I guess I’ll hire you. However, I think you’ll get along well with Wade, as you both like black and red.”
"This is actually dark blue, not black." Jason pulled the Kevlar armor on his chest to emphasize this point.
"Well, it looks like the dark blue color of Batman's cape." Bobo added with a smile. He liked to see Jason's tough mouth.
"Okay, the business deal is over, let's get to work. I don't need to teach you the rules of mercenaries, right?" Su Ming waved his hand, took out a bottle of wine and drank it: "Don't worry, I'll help you guard it.
At this hole, I have probably guessed what Batman is doing, and he will come out soon."
"Oh? You know things that I don't even know?" Jason obviously didn't believe it. He looked at Deathstroke with suspicion. In the dark environment, he didn't look very young anymore.
"If you take other people's money, just go and work hard."
At this moment, a voice came from the small hole, and then a hand was placed on the hole, as if it was dragging itself out of the darkness:
"I'm in good condition now, no need to worry, good boy."
"Who are you?!"
When Jason heard the voice, he turned around and saw a strong man wearing a red tights and a purple Batman cape walking out. Especially since the man was smiling, he immediately felt a cold feeling on his back.
My first reaction was that Batman had become the Laughing Bat.
But the figure walking out of the cave just smiled and waved:
"Don't be nervous, kid. I'm Batman. Although I'm not Bruce Wayne, I'm not crazy. It's just that someone always needs a break, right? Relax, I'm a good guy."