In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 812: Red Hood (6)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Bruce took Jason back to the Capuchin gang's base, because it was already late, and almost all the children came back to sleep, and they saw Jason being carried back by a strange strange man covered in blood, Bruce He was attacked by a crowd that he had never encountered in his life.

This group of children are like wild and ferocious stray cats, showing their fangs and claws to anyone they think is an enemy, even if they know they may not be opponents, they will never show weakness.

Fortunately, Jason was only cut. Although the amount of bleeding looked scary, it did not endanger the internal organs. He said in a weak voice: "Don't do anything!"

The volume of this sentence was actually very low, because Jason didn't dare to use force, but as soon as he finished speaking, the whole scene fell silent. Bruce was very surprised by the execution ability of these children.

Although everyone was still looking at him with resentful eyes, no one attacked him.

Bruce often brings himself into the role of Jason, thinking about whether his eleven-year-old self can do this. He feels that it is not difficult to lead the Capuchins to get rich, but the difficulty is how to get them back, Batman Never been good at it.

But for Jason, it was easy, Jason took a breath, and then said: "I'm fine, it's a trauma, the eldest sister went to get the first aid kit in the cabinet, Cookie and sisters went to get the needle and thread, Ai Li took a basin of clean water, I think there should be iodophor... If you look for it, everyone else should leave here, go back to sleep, and have to work tomorrow."

In less than a second, the children dispersed. Although many people looked back at Jason with concern, they obediently obeyed the order and left.

Bruce found it unbelievable, but he knew that now was not the time to be surprised. He arranged the props brought over neatly, and then began to prepare Jason's wound.

Jason saw that the man in the red hood in front of him showed his hands, and the elder sister next to him screamed in shock, but quickly covered her mouth, because the hands had almost no skin, muscles and The joints are clearly visible.

Suddenly, Jason started to struggle, he pushed Bruce aside and said, "Sister, come here, I'll teach you how to do it..."

"What's the matter with you?" Bruce held him down and said, "I will give first aid and suture the wound. You can't move around, or you will bleed more."

"Go away, I don't want strangers to touch me!" Jason turned his head aside, Bruce watched him not moving, and the eldest sister didn't dare to pull him rashly, after all, Jason was still in his hands .

Jason sighed and said: "Well, I still haven't figured out the method the professor taught me. I mean, your hands can't touch the water. Don't you know that such an injury will hurt if you touch the water? Infected?"

Bruce looks down at his hand, but it doesn't hurt at all.

In the lizard potion newly developed by Connors, some neurological achievements have been added, which can shield the pain to a large extent. It was throbbing like an electric shock, but it wasn't excruciating.

Bruce paused for a while, but let go of his hand. He turned to the girl next to him and said, "Come here, I'll teach you how to do it..."

The younger sisters that Jason called the Cookie Sisters came over. The two of them are young and have not done much rough work, so their skin is well maintained, and the stitches are more meticulous and will not touch the wound. , able to relieve Jason's pain.

There must be no narcotics in these simple basements. Bruce looked around the children here for a week, and he found that no one proposed to use some special drugs.

After staying in the slums for so many days, Bruce knew that the children here are not so innocent, they actually know everything, and they don’t say it now, obviously not because they didn’t expect certain drugs to relieve pain, but because they dare not explain.

Jason must be very disgusted with those drugs, and because he is very prestigious among these children, no one dared to speak.

Seeing Jason's pale face, Bruce knew that he must be in pain now, but in this dilapidated underground base, Batman couldn't conjure a bottle of anesthetic out of thin air. Jason carried him back to the bed in his small single room, and then sat down on the floor beside the bed.

The windowless basement looked extraordinarily dark and oppressive, and the light emitted by the light bulbs hanging above the head was also very dim, not bright enough at all. Everything was quiet, and neither of them looked at the other.

"Are you in pain?" Jason said suddenly.

Bruce thought he heard it wrong, he asked: "What?"

"I ask, are you in pain?" Jason emphasized again.

Bruce froze for a moment, then looked at his hands, and said, "No, I don't feel anything."

"We are all like this..." Jason's voice was very low, as if he was enduring something, he said: "Even if it hurts, you must never cry out. If I cry first, they will cry out." I will cry, and if we all cry, it's over."

Bruce trembled while clutching the hand beside the bed, he turned his head to look at Jason, but only saw his pale face, Jason said again: "This may be the most important truth today , if you want to join the gang, you must not cry out for pain."

"Even if you are dying of pain, or you are really dying, you must never cry out in pain, never shed tears, and you must not show weakness to anyone or anything. Can bite off a piece of their meat..."

Bruce closed his eyes hard. He looked at Jason and said, "But you are not such a person, are you? You are not so violent, stubborn, and strong. You want to cry, right? ?”

Jason turned over, lay flat on the bed and closed his eyes, his eyelashes were trembling, he said: "I have lived like this since I was a child, and I don't think there is anything wrong with it, but now I feel very sad , not because the wound hurts."

"What's that for?" Bruce asked.

"I saw another life, which is a life I prefer to dream of..." Jason's tone began to tremble, and he said, "Staying in a classroom with a professor who likes me very much , to discuss various issues together, those issues that have nothing to do with filling the stomach..."

"But that time is always short, I still have to come back here, bear these pains, and live this life."

Bruce couldn't believe that he heard such a heavy tone in an eleven-year-old child, and he asked, "Why didn't you leave?"

"Then why don't you leave? Batman?" Jason said dreamily, "Why don't you leave this rotten city? Bruce Wayne?"

At this moment, Bruce vaguely felt that Jason might have been inspired by something, and he no longer looked like him.

He is no longer like an eleven-year-old child at all. He is trying to read Batman's soul, but he doesn't go crazy because of it, but asks into his heart.

During the two months spent in the slums, countless times of despair invaded his heart, but looking back on Bruce so far, even in the most disappointed moment, he never thought of leaving Gotham.

Pain is pain, but the way to escape does not include escaping from here.

"When I didn't know you were Batman, you said you wanted to restore the order here. I felt ridiculous, but I still decided to help you, because whether you succeed or not, at least you will know that there is someone It's on your side."

"After I knew you were Batman, I still decided to help you, because we are very similar... you can obviously go, and so can I."

Bruce saw that Jason's body was trembling. He reached out and touched the side of Jason's neck, and found that his body temperature was a little low.

Bruce stood up, touched the wall of the basement, and said, "The temperature outside is cooling down, there may be a typhoon blowing, if this continues..."

Since the underground of Gotham turned into a layer of ice, the average annual temperature of the entire city has dropped by more than ten degrees, and it is almost catching up with the high latitudes. Feel the chill.

After speaking with the last ounce of strength, Jason stopped making a sound. His breathing began to become long, as if he had fallen asleep, but his body was shaking all the time because of the cold.

In a trance, he felt that someone was hugging him, but he thought it was an illusion, because no one had ever hugged him since he was born.

This hug is so warm, reminding Jason of a fairy tale, where the little match seller struck a match and saw all kinds of wonderful scenes.

With such a sweet dream, he slept until dawn, and when he got up again, he felt much better. At this time, Bruce walked in, holding a plate of steaming steak in his hand.

Jason sat up reluctantly, and he asked, "Where did you get this thing?"

"The owner of the restaurant next door's car was flooded and couldn't start. I helped him fix the car, and he gave me a breakfast." Bruce handed the plate to Jason, the ecstatic scent, Made Jason's eyes straight.

"Go ahead, you need some nutrition." Bruce handed the plate to Jason, who swallowed and said, "No, this is your spoil, I can't have it..."

"Don't you want to charge tuition?" Bruce sat down, looked into Jason's eyes and said, "I can help you with your daily breakfast. This is my tuition fee."

Jason sighed, picked up the plate, took a bite of the steak, and said while chewing: "The first class today is that only rich people eat breakfast."

Jason wolfed down the steak~IndoMTL.com~feeling more strength in his body, then he looked at Bruce and asked: "Wait, you just said that the restaurant owner's car was flooded, why was it flooded?" Flooded?"

"Don't you know? It rained heavily overnight yesterday, probably the most rainfall in Gotham in the past five years, and many places were flooded."

Jason's eyes widened and he wanted to get out of bed immediately, but Bruce stopped him and said, "Where are you going? Your injury..."

Jason hammered the bed board hard and said, "Are you stupid? Do you think that anyone's house is the same as your Wayne Building, not afraid of wind and rain, so you can leave it there and leave it alone?"

"Our two strongholds on the front street and the back street must have been flooded, and the basement is low. There may be water leaks. I have to organize the children to repair the leaks. In case there is too much water, our rain boots are all Cheap, water seeps in, and if it freezes at night, it is very likely to get frostbite..."

Jason limped to the ground, but Bruce pushed him back to the bed and said, "What are you going to do, tell me directly, and I can direct them."

Jason waved his hand impatiently and said, "You can't command them."

Looking at Bruce's disbelieving eyes, Jason sighed, sat on the bed, and said helplessly, "...well, you can try it, may God bless you."

Seeing Jason lying down again, Bruce walked out the door and began to explain to the children what Jason had told him before.

But soon, Bruce discovered that the experience of commanding these children brought back some bad memories before him.

Take one Aisha and let him write the human cub pedagogy almost from scratch, and here, there are more than twenty Aisha.

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