Yes, of course Batman, who else could it be?
He even tracked their location on the day they landed in Gotham on the seventh day of the lunar month.
It can only be said that the dead and unresurrected little robin is not as clever as the full-sized bat.
The space-time storm half a month ago also caused energy abnormalities in the sky over Gotham, and Batman never ignores any abnormal problems.
Especially since he was patrolling near the anomaly that night.
That night, after ordering Robin to go back first, Batman rushed to the abnormal location alone.
It was just that when he rushed to the construction site, he had already expected something bad, no matter what, just because this was the place where Jason died.
He climbed up to the rooftop lightly and squatted on the roof, squinting at the magical scene below - a ghost boy with the face of his dead second son was crying.
"Batman, are you okay? I heard your breathing was erratic. I guess you must have seen something terrible."
Robin's concerned voice came from the communication channel, but he cut off the contact ruthlessly the next second.
"Hey! This is too much!"
The third generation of Robin, who was forced to rush home, curled his lips angrily.
He knew it would be like this, Batman would always be like this, Dick was right, he was a dictatorial tyrant!
Especially after the death of the second generation Robin, Batman's desire to control and protect has simply reached its peak.
Because of this, Dick always had a quarrel with him every time he came home, and now he even refuses to come back for several weeks.
For this reason, Ah Fu has been secretly suffering from headaches for a long time. This old butler cherishes and loves every family member in Wayne Manor. Every time a quarrel breaks out, the old man is the one who is hurt the most.
——When Batman saw Jason transform from transparent to solid, and then swing away with his hook, for the first time, he didn't react immediately, but froze in place.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands. He was a step late and could only carry his dead son back to the Batcave... If Superman hadn't stopped him that day, he would have ended the clown's life with his own hands.
But it was precisely because he regained his sanity after being stopped and sent the Joker back to Arkham that he began to fall into a nightmare day and night.
There was blood everywhere in that nightmare.
The boy's fragmentary limbs were buried in the dilapidated ruins. The clown's crazy laughter rang in his ears, piercing his brain nerves bit by bit.
Occasionally, he could still vaguely hear Jason calling him in between nightmares.
He was shouting for help.
He said: "Father, help me!"
However, every time before he could rush forward, Jason would turn into a mess of flesh in front of his eyes without any warning.
The scary thing is that the pile of meat actually still shines with the luster of pearls.
Nightmare stretched out her hand towards him and pulled him down desperately.
Bruce Wayne heard the true hatred, and they hated him, including himself.
So, he said to himself: "This is a mistake."
He pierced all the illness and pain in his heart and regarded it as self-punishment.
Until now, it has never stopped.
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The rain falling into Crime Alley always carries the smell of blood. Batman stood on the roof of a residential house. He heard the girl's comfort coming from inside, as well as Jason's questioning of him.
He heard an angry beast roaring inside him.
The boy's hoarse cry of pain made his heart tremble, and Bruce almost couldn't help but rushed in immediately, hugging his lost child tightly. He really wanted to tell him that he was happy for his return.
But, he can't.
Batman can't.
Batman should always stay sane;
Batman should never act impulsively;
Batman always has to be suspicious and sensitive.
So, after Jason's emotions recovered and before he discovered him, Batman attached small nano listening devices to the outer walls and eaves of this room.
Times are advancing and technology is developing. Two years later, no matter how smart Jason is, he probably won't be able to discover it in a short time.
After placing the monitor, Batman left as quietly as he came. The dark cloak got wet in the messy rainy night, showing the owner's equally ups and downs.
The bats left before dawn.
After that day, Batman began spending long periods of time alone in the Batcave.
Recording, analyzing, and searching for energy waveforms similar to Chu Qi's. Occasionally, when Jason's helpless complaints about the foreign girl came from the headphones, he would smile unconsciously.
It was very shallow and fleeting, but he was indeed smiling.
He had to make sure that Jason was still the same Jason and that the foreign girl named Chu Qi was harmless.
He had heard the conversation between them, and he knew that Chu Qi had lost several items with magical powers, so he had better find what she was looking for first and use it as a backup, otherwise, he couldn't Approach them rashly.
He is Batman and he must take responsibility for his city.
As for the identity of the girl... it still remains to be seen...
He gently wrote a few characters on the observation file of Chu Qi that he created.
To be honest, if Jason hadn't developed the habit of checking the room every day after coming home, Batman would really like to sneak some surveillance into that house.
After all, just listening without looking at facial expressions will affect his micro-expression analysis.
What a shame.
He still hasn't seen clearly what that girl looks like.
