After Bruce left, Damian was rarely particularly angry.

Maybe it was because, for a moment, although it was a very, very short moment, but in this moment, he felt that his emotions were completely consistent with his father.

Just as he was afraid of things that he could not understand or explain, his father was afraid of them.

This fear is so strong and real, like a ball of flame, burning all the time. But it is more terrifying than the flame, Damian knew, because the flame would not bring such panic.

But Damian was still a little angry.

This mood is very subtle. Wendy and him have always had a bad relationship. This situation is caused by everyone. Damian accepted it calmly.

But feelings cannot be concealed at all.

If you don’t hate her, you will become curious about her; if you become curious about her, you will be unable to help but think about her logic.

If you start thinking about her logic of behavior, whether intentionally or unintentionally, you are exploring her heart.

Whether Damian admits it or not, a well-known fact is: Wendy is a very charming person.

therefore……

Damian forced the idea to cut off. He stood by the window uneasy and looked out. Gotham was bathed in the clear moonlight. It was a bit weird to say this, but the city exuded a pure and innocent temperament, like a baby sleeping soundly in a dream.

Gotham usually doesn't have such beautiful moonlight.

Damian was extremely upset tonight's full moon, and it seemed that something unexpected was about to happen.

He held his breath, finally gritted his teeth, changed into clothes that were easy to move, and left Wayne's house.

Safe house.

The wound on his arm was still aching, and Jason frowned uneasy even when he was asleep.

The good news is that he was in the explosion. He found a bunker at the last moment before the explosion, so he was not seriously injured; the bad news is that in addition to spraining his arm, the cracks and bruises of all sizes on his body made the bath go from enjoyment to torture, not to mention that he only had one hand to move flexibly.

Jason finally decided to give himself a small vacation. Gotham has been very safe recently - so safe that it makes people feel a little chilling.

Perhaps it was because the entire Bat family was acting too scary.

Gotham has always been famous for chaos, crime and madness, but no economically developed city can be in disarray.

Do you believe it or not, Gotham is not only orderly, but even everyone is very law-abiding.

In Gotham, several major gangs control the authority of the city, and the leaders of the gangs checked and balanced each other, and their struggles came and went.

There are too many lunatics in Gotham, and the cost of killing is too low. Even the big guys may die from a desperate suicide attack by a minion. Therefore, the higher the level, the more they are, the more they stick to the rules, and almost have a bit of the godfather-like demeanor shown in film and television works.

But of course these people cannot be godfathers.

Gotham has only one godfather, and Batman is the godfather.

What made Jason arrive at the same time was that no matter what emotions the city had towards Batman, no matter whether people respected or disliked him, liked or hated him... In any case, when Batman appeared in this city, just as Batman knew Gotham well, Gotham would always open his arms to him.

The pain continued, far below his endurance threshold, but not so low that it could allow him to fall asleep peacefully.

Fuck, Jason thought, maybe he shouldn't have taken a bath with hot water before going to bed. When he was wandering around Gotham, even taking a bath was a luxury, and using cold water to keep the basics clean was more like a job.

How many years have passed since he was adopted? Just because the Red Hood has now reached a strange balance with Batman, he actually relaxed in this journey...

Jason turned over and avoided the knife that was coming towards him.

Only a very slight "scream" sound was heard.

When Jason looked at it again, the knife had already penetrated deep into the soft pillow.

"Tsk tsk." Damian said, "It's a pity that you have avoided."

He sat on the cabinet and looked down at Jason. The small pot of green plants beside his legs were swaying with green leaves. His bright and slim appearance made Damian look much more cute.

"...It's you." Although they still didn't deal with each other, their relationship had eased a lot. Jason slowly relaxed, "What are you doing?"

"I want to ask you something."

"What else do you need to ask me?" Jason sarcastically said, "Aren't you the most powerful Robin? People who inherit the identity of Batman in the future need to seek help from people like me?"

"Shut up, Todd." Damian said impatiently, "put away your excess self-esteem and avoid being entangled in those failures or two. I have important things to know. At present, you are the most suitable candidate for the question."

Jason thought about whether he could take the brat out of the room, and then had to give up regretfully: Damian's fighting style was fatal, but he was extremely difficult to tolerate his failure. Fighting with him was easy to lose both sides and was not suitable for jokes.

Of course, it was even less likely that he had the privilege of his elder brother, and could throw him out with Damian's collar.

"What do you want to ask?" Jason said.

Damian's expression changed. Although it was very subtle, the brat's expression almost only switched between arrogance, even more arrogant and smiling. Of course, Jason could not ignore this abnormality.

He began to wonder what Damian wanted to ask, but his expression was so entangled - he could actually see hesitation and hesitation on Damian's face!

What is a good day today? Is this the compensation for the injury of some kind of cosmic will in the dark?

Jason was so happy that he sang a song in his heart.

He knew his expression must be very proud, because Damian began to glare at him.

This brat just glared at him instead of fighting him. What Damian was going to ask must not be a small question, at least it was a question that made Damian sure he could not offend him before getting the answer.

Somehow, Jason's heart skipped a beat and a sensation of unknown chills appeared.

"Wendy," Damian said, "has something to do with Wendy."

very good.

Premonition comes true.

The little tunes that rippled in Jason's heart disappeared, and the name and everything related to it looked like a hole punch, making a small hole in his heart.

Too fast.

The first time the name appeared, Jason felt only a sense of loss of something. Then he began to feel a little cold, as if he was a little airy. When he finally realized the pain, the cold had caused him to feel a slight perceptual numbness, as if some severe pain was forcibly cut off because it was too intense.

He felt far from this real world.

Only those disappearing tunes became clear, and they shone into his chest through the hole, as clear as a stream, and shining in the sun. He even heard the blue sky through the clear tune, coiling around the green mountains, and flying white birds to peck at the full wild fruits on the branches.

This little tune is full of vitality, so he returns to the world through singing.

Damian stared silently at Jason's sudden pale face. It was rare that Damian chose the most considerate way to deal with it.

Instead of laughing at Jason or saying bad words, he kept quiet.

"...what do you want to ask?" Jason said, "When did you become interested in Wendy? She doesn't like you. You haven't even talked to her."

"I'm afraid it's not your turn to say what's going on with her and me, Todd." Damian looked at Jason's face and endured those really ugly words. "I only have one question to ask."

Jason paused for a moment and suddenly repented: "I don't want to answer you anymore."

His safe house cannot be said to be an absolute secret place, but the person he wants to hide is Batman after all. In order to hide his whereabouts, the preparations and prevention work he made in secret are not at all reduced.

The stinky brat collected so much information and investigated so many places. In the end, he had to find the right time to sneak out while the bats were not in the night patrol.

I have done so many things just to ask a question.

It's still a problem related to Wendy.

Jason now doesn't have the energy to think about why Damian did this for the sake of a bad relationship. He slowly retreated in Damian's eyes: "Yes, that's it, I decided to refuse to answer. Go back wherever you came. You have disappeared for too long. What if the old man is brought over..."

"You have a good relationship with her, but you didn't tell her you're back." Damian ignored Jason's backing, "Why?"

“…”

"Tell me why, Todd." Damian jumped out of the cabinet, "I want to know the answer."

"I just don't want her to know the other side of Gotham."

"Lie." Damian said coldly, "When you were resurrected, you were full of malice towards your father and others, but you didn't hate Wendy. You can't tell Wendy not to be so weak to help your father and them keep this secret. You are not so weak yet."

"…Never be so irresponsible, always so annoying," Jason said. "At least this will help me make sure that you are really the one who comes to ask me."

"Escape is useless, Todd, I will remember what I asked."

"Why would you answer my question? What made you interested in Wendy's situation?" Jason asked back, "What's wrong with you? Finally, I'm more humane by the family atmosphere? Have you given up your cold assassin style?"

Damian thought for a while.

He said: "One answer for another answer."

“These are two different things.”

"No, my answer is also related to Wendy. And it's very important," Damian said. "This answer has brought me into Wendy's world. Although you can't be like me, you can at least understand a part of Wendy."

Jason was moved.

He sat down, maybe the height of tension just now caused the wound to collapse, and he felt a little dizzy.

"Wendy is in a bad state. That's what everyone knows." He whispered, "When I just came to life, I—from a certain point of view, could understand her mood."

"Sad? Angry? Pain?" Damian guessed, "Don't keep it in the way Todd."

"It's disappointment." Jason said slowly, "Everything she saw, experienced, and felt. She was so disappointed."
Chapter completed!