Bruce took Jason back to the Capuchin Gang's base. Because it was already very late, almost all the children had gone back to sleep. They saw Jason covered in blood being carried back by a strange man. Bruce was attacked.
I have never been attacked by a group of people in my life.
These children are like savage and ferocious stray cats, showing their fangs and claws to anyone they think is an enemy. Even if they know that they may not be their opponents, they will never show weakness.
Fortunately, Jason only received a cut. Although the amount of bleeding looked scary, his internal organs were not endangered. He said in a weak voice: "Don't even do it!"
The volume of these words was actually very low, because Jason did not 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 puts himself into the role of Jason and thinks about whether his eleven-year-old self can do this. He feels that it is not difficult to lead the Capuchin Gang to get rich. What is difficult is how to make them return. Batman has never been able to do this.
Good at doing this.
But for Jason, this 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, the cookie sisters went to get the needle and thread, and Ellie got a
A basin of fresh water, I remember there should be some iodophor... If any of you go look for it, everyone else should leave here and go back to sleep. We have to work tomorrow."
In less than a second, the children dispersed in a hurry. Although many of them turned back three times and looked at Jason with very concerned eyes, they still obeyed the order and left.
Bruce found it incredible, but he knew that now was not the time to be surprised. He arranged the props he had brought over neatly, and then began to prepare to suture Jason's wound.
Jason saw that the man wearing a red hood in front of him showed his hands. The eldest sister next to him was frightened and screamed, but she quickly covered her mouth because the hands had almost no skin, and the muscles and joints were clearly visible.
It's crystal clear.
Suddenly, Jason started to struggle. He pushed Bruce aside and said, "Sister, come here and I will teach you how to do it..."
"What's wrong with you?" Bruce held him down and said, "I know first aid and can also suture wounds. You can't move around, otherwise more blood will bleed."
"Get away, I don't want strangers to touch me!" Jason turned his head to the side. Bruce watched him without 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 understood the method the professor taught me. What I mean is, your hands can't touch water. Don't you know that such an injury will become infected if it touches water?"
"
Bruce glanced down at his hand, but it actually didn't hurt at all.
Connors' newly developed lizard potion has added some neurological results, which can block pain to a large extent. Bruce's current feeling about losing his skin is that he will occasionally feel a little itchy all over his body, and some parts will feel like he has received an electric shock.
The same throbbing pain, but not severe pain.
Bruce paused for a moment, but still let go. He turned to the girl next to him and said, "Come here, and I'll teach you how to do it..."
Walking over were the sisters whom Jason called the Cookie Sisters. The two of them were young and had not done much rough work, so their skin was well maintained and their sutures were more detailed. They would not touch the wounds and could reduce the pain.
Jason's pain.
There must be no drugs in these simple basements. Bruce looked around the children here for a week, and he found that no one asked for any special drugs.
After staying in the slums for so many days, Bruce knew that the children here were not so innocent. They actually knew everything. They didn't say anything now, obviously not because they didn't expect that certain drugs could relieve pain, but because they didn't dare to say anything.
Jason must be very disgusted with those drugs, and because he is very prestigious among this group of children, no one dares to speak.
Seeing Jason's pale face, Bruce knew that he must be in pain now, but in this dilapidated and crude underground base, Batman couldn't change himself out of thin air.
After taking out a bottle of anesthetic, he could only carry Jason back to the bed in his small single room, and then sat on the ground beside the bed.
The windowless basement seemed particularly dark and depressing, and the light emitted by the light bulbs hanging overhead was dim and not bright enough at all. Everything was quiet, and neither of them looked at the other.
"Are you in pain?" Jason suddenly said.
Bruce thought he heard wrongly and asked, "What?"
"I asked, are you in pain?" Jason emphasized again.
Bruce was stunned for a moment, then looked at his hands and said, "No, I don't feel anything."
"We are all like this..." Jason's tone was very low, as if he was enduring something. He said, "Even if it hurts, you must not cry out. If I cry first, they will cry too.
, if we all cry, it’s over.”
Bruce's hand on the bedside trembled. He turned to look at Jason, but only saw his face as pale as paper. Jason said again: "This may be the most important truth today. If you
If you want to join a gang, you must not cry out about pain."
"Even if you are in so much pain that you are about to die, or you are really about to die, you must not cry out in pain, you must not shed tears, and you must not show weakness to anyone or anything. You must make them feel that you can bite before you die.
A piece of their meat..."
Bruce closed his eyes hard, looked at Jason and said, "But you are not actually such a person, are you? You are not actually so violent, stubborn, and strong. You want to cry, right?"
Jason turned over, lay flat on the bed and closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling constantly. 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 sad, not because
The wound hurts a lot."
"What's that for?" Bruce asked.
"I saw another life, a life that I prefer to dream about..." Jason's tone began to tremble a little, and he said: "Staying in a classroom, discussing with a professor who likes me very much
All kinds of problems, problems that have nothing to do with filling your stomach..."
"But that time is always short-lived. I still have to come back here, bear the pain, and live this life."
Bruce couldn't believe that he heard such a heavy tone from an eleven-year-old child, and he asked: "Why don't you leave?"
"Then why don't you leave? Batman?" Jason said as if dreaming: "Why don't you leave this shitty city? Bruce Wayne?"
At this moment, Bruce vaguely felt that Jason might have been inspired by something and no longer looked like him.
He no longer looked like an eleven-year-old child. He was trying to read Batman's soul, but he did not go crazy because of it, but instead asked into his heart.
During the two months he spent in the slums, countless despair invaded his heart, but Bruce looked back and realized that even in the most disappointing moments, he never thought about leaving Gotham.
Pain is pain, but the way to escape does not include escaping from here.
"Before I knew you were Batman, you said you wanted to reorganize the order here. I felt ridiculous, but I still decided to help you, because no matter whether you succeeded or not, at least you would know that there was someone who stood by you.
On your side."
"After I found out you were Batman, I decided to help you because we are very similar... You can obviously leave, and so can I."
Bruce saw Jason's body 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 and touched the basement wall. He said, "It's getting colder outside. There might be a typhoon blowing. It can't go on like this..."
Ever since Gotham's underground turned into ice, the city's average annual temperature has dropped by more than ten degrees, almost catching up with high latitudes. Even in summer, the sudden drop in temperature when a typhoon arrives makes people feel chilly.
To the bone.
After using the last bit of strength to speak, Jason stopped making any sound, and his breathing began to become leisurely.
He seemed to have fallen asleep, but his body was shaking all the time because of the cold.
In a daze, he felt someone hugging him, but he thought it was an illusion because no one had ever hugged him since he was born.
This embrace was so warm, it reminded Jason of a fairy tale. The little match girl lit the match and saw all kinds of wonderful scenes.
With such a sweet dream, he slept until dawn. When he got up again, he felt much better. At this time, Bruce walked in with a plate of steaming steak in his hand.
Jason sat up reluctantly and asked, "Where did you get this thing?"
"The owner of the restaurant next door had his car flooded and couldn't start. I helped him repair the car and he gave me a breakfast." Bruce handed the plate to Jason. The enchanting aroma made Jason
Eyes straightened.
"Eat, you need to supplement some nutrition." Bruce handed the plate to Jason. Jason swallowed and said, "No, this is your trophy, I can't take it..."
"Don't you want to charge tuition?" Bruce sat down, looked into Jason's eyes and said, "I can help you make breakfast every day, and that's the tuition I pay."
Jason sighed, picked up the plate and took a bite of the steak. While chewing, he said, "The first lesson today is that only rich people eat breakfast."
Jason devoured the steak and felt stronger. Then he looked at Bruce and asked, "Wait, you just said that the restaurant owner's car was flooded. Why was it flooded?"
"Don't you know? It rained heavily all night yesterday. It may have been the highest rainfall in Gotham in the past five years. Many places were flooded."
Jason's eyes widened and he immediately wanted to get out of bed. 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 everyone's house is just like your Wayne Tower, not afraid of wind or rain, and can be left there without any care?"
"Our two strongholds on the front and back streets must have been flooded, and the basement is low. There may be water leaks. I have to organize the children to fix the leaks. If too much water gets in again, our rain boots are cheap.
If the water seeps in and it freezes again at night, you will most likely get frostbite..."
Jason limped off the ground, but Bruce pushed him back onto the bed and said, "What do you want to do? Just tell me and I can direct them."
Jason waved his hand impatiently and said, "You can't command them."
Seeing Bruce's unbelieving look, Jason sighed, sat on the bed, and said helplessly: "...Okay, you can try it, may God bless you."
Seeing Jason lie down again, Bruce walked out of 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 of his past.
With one Elsa, he almost wrote the pedagogy of human cubs from scratch, and here, there are more than twenty Elsa.
